The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

There was no time to care about Brucie behind her. A shocking roar came from in front of her, announcing the reappearance of the tyrant Talos. A huge body jumped high out of the thick smoke from the wreckage of the Bat Fighter, making a loud noise on the ground.

Standard superhero landing posture.

Even though his long arms make him look more like a gorilla than a human, Tyrant Talos's flame-covered skin is still full of terrifying aura. At this time, the four-tube missile launcher fixed on its right shoulder had been lifted off, and both arms were transformed into thick and long claws.

Not only that.

On the broad shoulders of Tyrant Talos, four tentacles grew out of the cracks in the broken armor. The head of each tentacle is wrapped with a small laser transmitter, which fires several laser beams towards Watson in front of him while twisting.

"It feels a bit like Dark Souls now."

Seeing the tyrant Carlos in front of him who had entered the "second stage" and shaking his head, Watson rolled to avoid the attack, drew out the two samurai swords on his back and rushed forward.

"But my stamina bar lasts much longer than that incombustible garbage that has no knees and rolls around all day long."

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"How much longer?"

"4 minutes."

In the heavy rainy night sky, a formation consisting of two C-2 transport aircraft modified into special operations models and four F-130 fighter jets was flying through thunder and lightning.

In the cabin with flashing dark red lights, dozens of heavily armed S.H.I.E.L.D. agents were waiting quietly. In the center of the wide walkway, several iron ropes were used to secure the Humvee military vehicle. Judging from the heavy firearms bundled in their carriages, the agents were ready for a fierce battle.

Perhaps it would be more appropriate to call them soldiers at this moment.

Nick Fury, a senior agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. wearing his left eyepatch, was standing in the tactical room of the front cabin with the captain of the action team, looking at the picture coming from the probe under the nose of the plane. Under the magnification of special high-power lenses, Raccoon City in the distance suddenly appeared on the electronic screen.

Fire shot into the sky.

"Satellite images show fires burning across much of the city."

The action team leader said this in a thick voice with a cigar in his mouth. Different from the sturdy body wearing a full black combat uniform, the big man wore a short-brimmed jazz hat on his head that did not match the style of the combat uniform.

What's even more eye-catching is the big man's mustache that almost extends beyond both sides of his cheeks. It's almost impossible to forget once you see it.

Damtan Dugan.

This veteran of the Howling Commandos, who has followed Captain America Steve Rogers on the battlefield since World War II, has been Peggy Carter's loyal friend since Captain America was MIA (Miss In Action, a military term for missing in action). Allies serve S.H.I.E.L.D.

In this secret operation code-named "Cobra", he will also perform a task secretly entrusted by Director Carter before leaving.

"We have still not regained contact with the people deployed in Raccoon City." Nick Fury was currently holding one hand on the table and holding the mission briefing with the other: "Considering the situation in the city, I'm afraid they have..."

"I know."

The smoke from his mouth wrapped around Captain Dugan's face: "But we will not give up on them. The team led by Agent Hill will handle this matter. The top priority is to break into the 'hive' of the Umbrella Group." Underground base..."

After speaking, he raised his hand and took off the cigar from his mouth, and stared directly at Nick Fury's face with a pair of shadowed eyes: "...and we must get there before those soldiers."

Cymbal…

A series of short radio noises emitted from their earphones, and the communications officer's voice came in: "Sir, the 'Mage' team has arrived."

"Come in." Captain Dugan turned his attention back to the screen installed on the side of the cabin. On the surface of this special aircraft, several camera probes formed a 360° omnidirectional view.

In the gloomy night sky, six F-6 fighter jets were approaching SHIELD's flight formation from the side and behind, facing the lightning.

"Yes."

Not long after, a man's voice sounded in the temporarily arranged tactics room: "This is the Mage Team, Captain Dugan, we will provide air and ground support for your operations."

"Konok, let's not call each other names like this at this time."

The man called "Konoke" by Captain Dugan chuckled a few times: "I understand, I understand, this operation does not exist. So let's do this for now, we will proceed as planned. Over."

As soon as he finished speaking, the six F-6s accelerated almost at the same time, flying towards Raccoon City in the distant flames like swords.

"How many more people like this do the director know?"

At this time, Nick Fury is not as majestic as he would be more than ten years later. He uses the silence in the shadows to show his strength, or he is always "Fuck Fuck".

This big black man, who just met "Captain Marvel" more than 2 years ago and experienced the Skrull incident, still has some race-specific language expression talents: "I think she can bring another armored division to help. "

These two transport planes are not the entire force sent by Director Peggy Carter. There is also a mechanized infantry platoon that will arrive near Raccoon City in a few hours for reinforcements.

"She knows a lot of people."

Captain Dugan raised the corners of his mouth in a rare move, and this action added a few more wisps of smoke to his face. Although Director Carter is British, after the outbreak of World War II, she developed a quite extensive network of contacts in the US military.

Although Captain America is included in this, Carter's own combat performance and personality are also indispensable. Although most of the rude soldiers do not like to participate in politics, they will remember the precious comradeship cultivated in the hail of bullets.

With the end of the war, many soldiers who were committed to developing their careers gradually touched the door handle of the high-level power rooms in the army. Over the decades, these veterans with outstanding military achievements gradually rose in rank, and Director Carter's connections became more and more terrifying.

But this won't last long.

People will eventually age, and so will connections.

Captain Dugan looked at his arm, stretched out his wrist and twisted it hard. The huge, tightly taut muscles under the black combat uniform made him look nothing like an old man in his 70s.

But he knew that this was entirely due to the anti-aging medicine.

Decades ago, SHIELD, then known as the Strategic Science Corps, gradually made progress again in the human enhancement project. Scientists have developed this precious medicine that can slightly enhance the body's functions while slowing down its aging rate to a great extent.

This plan was carried out secretly from the military, and few people knew about it even within SHIELD.

After Peggy Carter became director, she quickly stopped follow-up plans for this study. The existing research results, that is, anti-aging medicines, are continuously produced as supplies for a very small number of high-level agents.

Compared with immortality, the requirement of regular injections every year is extremely easy.

However, Director Carter himself refused to inject the drug.

No one knows the reasons behind this series of events. As she grows older, the precautions and suspicions of many forces gradually fade away. Because unless the super-soldier serum that created Captain America reappears, Peggy Carter's life cannot be saved.

Anti-aging agents can only slow down aging...

But it cannot make people rejuvenate.

As Captain Dugan and Nick Fury chatted from time to time, the countdown to the start of the mission finally reached zero.

"Alright boys!"

Captain Dugan put out his cigar in the ashtray and strode towards the rear hatch: "It's time!"

A woman stood up on the seat closest to the cabin door. She looked to be in her early 20s. She was wearing a tight black combat uniform. Her long chestnut-black hair was simply tied back in her head. Under her bangs, which were parted in a three-quarter length, was a woman. A slightly heroic face.

Although she is still very young, she already has the aura of a strong woman.

"Relax, Agent Hill." Captain Dugan noticed the nervousness of the young female agent and stretched out his palm to cover the M4A1 carbine in her hand: "You will get used to all this soon."

"I'm fine, sir, thank you."

Agent Hill said no more, put on a respirator mask used for high-altitude parachute descent and stood aside.

As the tail hatch of the C-130 gradually opened, deafening thunder and wind howling echoed in the cabin. The first to take action was the mobile team. The Humvee military vehicle supported by a square metal mesh frame slid out of the cabin along the track, and several parachutes with a diameter of tens of meters opened in the air.

"Action! Action!"

Most of the agents jumped out immediately. They will ride in Humvee military vehicles equipped with heavy weapons, set off from the outskirts of Raccoon City with relatively wide terrain, and under the cover of a formation of F-16 fighter jets carrying a large number of air-to-ground weapons, they will arrive directly. Rush to Umbrella's hive underground base.

"It's our turn."

Captain Dugan jumped out of the plane with one leap. The seemingly ordinary short-brimmed jazz hat on his head was now stuck to his forehead as if it were glued.

On the dark ground, the sparkling urban area of ​​Raccoon City stood out, and even heavy rain could not destroy it. In fact, due to the continuous high temperature, the cumulonimbus clouds over Raccoon City will soon change.

Watson Taxner, I hope you're not too hard to find.

Amidst the thunderstorm, Captain Dugan suddenly pulled the ripcord.

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At the same time, on the main apron of Umbrella Legion's hive base.

"Can you believe that this thing can actually escape?"

Watson is in a standard suit-suited gangster pose, holding his right katana on his shoulder. Behind him, Brucey was flying a forward-swept wing fighter suspended in mid-air.

A few minutes ago, the tyrant Carlos, who was holding several laser launchers and firing randomly, was cut off by Watson, who was wielding a pair of swords. The speed of this biochemical mechanical monster is fast enough for ordinary people, but it is still not as fast as Watson.

On the contrary, Watson, who quickly adapted to the rhythm of the battle, began to turn this duel into a turn-based battle where you shoot and I dodge, and I slash and you lose health. Within a few minutes, Tyrant Carlos had completely lost all means of long-range attacks.

It was forced to start picking up rocks and throwing them at people.

Tens of seconds ago, Brucey appeared in this forward-swept wing Bat fighter, and several powerful missiles temporarily ended the battle. The battle logic designed by Howard is still unique. When the tyrant Carlos saw the missile coming, his first reaction was not to hit it hard.

It crashed through the wall behind it and escaped into the facility.

"What do you say now? Is this matter settled?"

After waiting for a while, the monster didn't come out for revenge, and Watson didn't intend to pursue it. In the few minutes it took to attract the attention of Tyrant Carlos, the CH-53 helicopter carrying the survivors of the Hive Base had successfully escaped.

Watson has his work cut out for him.

Brucey said nothing.

"Ms. Wayne, satellite images have seen a military reconnaissance plane appearing near Raccoon City." Butler Afu sent a communication: "I suggest you retreat now, otherwise the X test machine may be used by the military. Treat it as a hostile target.”

"Got it, Afu."

After a long silence, Brucey lowered the height of the Batfighter. She raised her trembling fingers and pressed the communication button, then read two words toward Watson on the tarmac:

"Come up."

Watson jumped onto the back of the aircraft with a running start. As soon as he had a firm grip, he felt an obvious thrust coming from his feet. The Bat fighter accelerated towards the entrance of the hole amidst the roar of its engines.

It is true that the poor rely on mutation and the rich rely on technology.

Observing the lines on the surface of the fighter plane, Watson thought to himself. If Batwoman Bruce Wayne's forward-swept wing fighter is taken out, the military from all over the world may be scrambling to investigate.

In the real world of the 19s.

Forward-swept wing fighters experienced a brief development peak.

Although it does not have the advantage of crushing compared to traditional swept wings, it is already significantly ahead in terms of increasing maneuverability, combat radius and shortening take-off and landing distances.

Limited to the aeronautical materials and other technologies of that era, the cost of mass-manufacturing forward-swept wing fighters that met operational requirements was so high that even a wealthy country like the Federation could not afford it.

Therefore, this type of aircraft can only be temporarily relegated to the sidelines by various countries.

So the cool-looking forward-swept wing fighter that can even take off and land vertically in front of me was either Brucy's use of some black technology, or she used a large amount of expensive materials to build it out of the blue.

Watson guessed it was a bit of both.

Just as he was thinking about it, the Bat Fighter that had just flown out of the cave suddenly shook violently and slowly fell towards the ground a few meters below.

"What's wrong? Is it out of control?"

Watson almost fell off the back of the plane. He grabbed the edge of the wing root and tried to call to Brucy.

no respond.