The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

"Hello? Can you hear me!"

Watson pressed the headset and started calling Brucey, but there was still silence on the channel. He simply climbed to the nose of the plane on his hands and knees and slapped the hatch cover in an attempt to attract the attention of the people inside.

But no matter how Watson called outside, Brucey in the cockpit showed no response. Her head was tilted to one side, looking like a person who had fallen asleep sitting by the car window, unconsciously pressing her head against the window glass.

Watson has already balled up his fists.

He was about to break the window of the plane and pull the person out.

If Batwoman is really gone, how will I calculate my order of 400 million?

At this moment, the fuselage of the Bat Fighter suddenly shook, and the chaotic airflow nozzles stabilized, allowing the plane to land steadily. Seeing the unattended aircraft control stick swinging by itself, it was probably the steward Ah Fu who chose to take over the fighter plane after listening to the communication.

Sure enough, as soon as the plane stopped, an old man's voice rang in Watson's headset.

Standard German.

"Mr. Zero, I need your help."

"Okay." Watson also guessed what kind of help the butler Ah Fu wanted to ask him for: "But are you sure you want to believe me? Although... you don't seem to have any other choice now, I said Right?"

There was silence in the headset, and the butler Afu spoke again: "Mr. Watson Taxner, can I trust you?"

"For the money, you can."

Although he knew that Butler Man should not be able to see him, Watson still shrugged vividly: "After all, if this woman is gone, who will pay me the $400 million?"

He didn't react at all when his real name was spoken? The housekeeper Afu who was far away in Denver frowned tightly, but the situation no longer allowed him to hesitate any longer. He must save his lady at all costs.

Miss Brucy actually suffered serious internal injuries.

In order to cover the escape of the survivors, she had been chased by the hunter in the passage and fell downstairs. She had also been affected by the tyrant's throwing attacks several times. Before Watson showed up, Miss Brucie had been fighting with internal injuries. Due to the shortage of manpower, she didn't even have time to inject the first aid medicine on the Bat Fighter.

She was able to hold on until she left the hive base before losing consciousness. I really don't know whether to praise the young lady for her strong will or her outstanding physical fitness. Ah Fu, who had been on the battlefield for many years, knew very well that after getting out of a dangerous environment, once the tense nerves relax, the physical fatigue and pain will surge up like a tide.

But no matter what, if she doesn't receive treatment immediately, she may not survive the flight back to Denver.

Stretching out his finger, Afu pressed the communication button:

"There is a switch at the root of the cabin cover. You use it to open the cabin cover first..."

Chi!

There was a sound of air pressure surging, the glass hatch flipped up, and Brucey, lying unconscious in the cockpit, appeared in front of Watson.

"and then?"

"Okay, please listen to me." Butler Afu's voice was a little heavy: "Now I need you to inject her with an injection of medicine to stabilize her injury. The location of the medicine is in the compartment on the back left side of her seat. "

"Row."

Brucey was still slumped in her seat without any reaction. Watson put his upper body into the cockpit and found a white injection.

"I found it."

"Very good, next you need to put it into the vein of her arm. First, put on the gloves..."

Before the housekeeper Afu finished speaking, Brucey in front of Watson suddenly moved. Trembling fingers slowly pinched the injection and pulled it out of Watson's hand.

"I'll do it myself..."

The injection fell on the seat, and Brucey suddenly coughed violently. Her entire upper body was arched forward, one hand holding the edge of the cockpit, and the other hand firmly pulling the mask on her face, pulling it downwards to open a gap.

As Watson watched, a few streaks of dark red blood flowed down his neck along the gaps and onto the chest of Brucey's combat uniform, which was stained dark gray by dust.

"Miss, how do you feel?"

Ah Fu got the news through the built-in communication equipment of the fighter plane. He didn't bother talking to Watson and hurriedly connected the channel of his lady's headset.

Brucey didn't speak, just coughed. The fatigue that had accumulated since arriving in Raccoon City, and the pain that had begun to grow since the first hard blow, erupted in his body as if it was an appointment.

This eliminated almost all of her mobility.

In fact, although she didn't want to admit it in her heart, her weak body made Brucie feel scared in her heart. She was worried that Watson in front of her would suddenly show other intentions, and Bruceie herself had no ability to resist except letting Afu control the fighter plane and force it to take off.

"If you feel really uncomfortable, take off the mask and take a breather."

Watson himself has worn the same helmet and knows that the breathing filter can easily become blocked after a few mouthfuls of blood. Seeing Batwoman coughing like a terminal lung cancer patient, he finally couldn't help but say: "You don't have to be afraid of me seeing your face..."

"Miss Bruce Wayne, I know who you are."

Brucey's coughing movements didn't stop. Even though she was physically and mentally exhausted, she was still trying to act: "Why are you talking about Bruce Wayne?"

"Your dear old butler Alfred Pennyworth told me everything." Watson rolled his eyes after a long time.

"I never said that." The voice of the butler Ah Fu sounded in their headsets.

"Oh, that's what I said." Watson shrugged nonchalantly.

Snapped!

Brucey, who looked seriously injured just now, got the strength from nowhere and grabbed Watson's left wrist that was holding the edge of the cockpit: "What is your purpose? Watson Taxner?"

Even through the eyepiece of the mask, one can feel the glare.

"I'm just diverting your attention." Watson's expression remained unchanged, and he was a little surprised that this woman could still burst out with such great strength at this time: "You see that you are much better now, don't you? The way you looked just now, I I’m scared that my $400 million is down the drain.”

Seeing Brucey still staring at him, Watson sighed: "Why don't you inject the potion first?"

After a long stalemate, Brucey finally let go.

Then a few more coughs.

Using some unruly fingers to open the buckle on the back of the mask, Brucey took off the mask that had become very dull on her face. A heroic face with medium-long red hair was revealed, and his complexion was already very gray.

Brucey didn't speak, her eyes sparkling under her sharp eyebrows and focused on Watson's face.

"What are you looking at me for? Give me medicine!"

Watson had an incredible expression on his face, and he finally replaced the "What's wrong with you" on his lips with another sentence: "I understand, are you afraid that I will suddenly draw a knife and stab you? What about that?" Should I jump off the plane now and step back 50 meters?"

"......Need not."

With a dry reply, Brucey stopped staring at Watson. He curled his fingers and opened the needle cover and cuff, and after a lot of effort, he aimed the needle at his own blood vessel and inserted it.

She has already planned to find out all this guy's underwear when she gets back, and then make 10 "anti-Watson plans". Glancing at Watson's ridiculously beautiful face, Brucey lay back on her seat and quietly waited for the potion to take effect.

Just make one more set.

The rain in the night sky gradually stopped, and the surrounding environment suddenly became much quieter. The potion with unknown ingredients seems to have worked. At least Batwoman's breathing has stabilized a lot and she no longer coughs up blood.

"So...how are you going to give me the 400 million?"

Watson took the initiative to speak.

"How did you discover my identity?" Bruce asked, tilting her head.

"Remember when you took off your mask to drink water next to the Bat Fighter? It was the one you used to hit monsters before. I saw your face." Watson gave a half-truth answer.

Bruce was silent for a moment, then reached out and took out a checkbook from the mezzanine of the cockpit, wrote a few words in a flash, then tore off the check and handed it to Watson.

"Maybe I'm ignorant, but... why did you bring a checkbook when you went to war?" What Bruce did was something Watson didn't expect. He thought this woman would get a bank card after she went back. Or a box of cash for yourself.

"You do not want?"

"want."

Watson took the check and wanted to put it in his pocket, but after searching for a while he couldn't find the intact pocket. Only then did he realize that after experiencing a series of battles with Clockwork Man, Survivor Rescue, and Hive Base, the camouflage uniform he was wearing had become tattered.

The kind that would be frowned upon even as a rag.

Watson felt that he must be in a very embarrassed state now: "Well, I have to admit, that tyrant has caused me a lot of trouble."

"I'll give you a men's combat uniform." Brucey, the enthusiastic Party A who was not short of money, took the initiative to bear the property losses caused by Watson's work: "I have already removed the locator in the helmet, you don't have to worry. .”

After saying that, she took the opportunity to look at Watson's face carefully: "If you need weapons, then you don't have to give me back what you have."

"...Why didn't I meet customers like you when I went to work before?"

Watson stared with dead eyes and shook his head, then took the bag that Brucy took out from somewhere in the cockpit.

He didn't ask why the other party had men's equipment, nor did he ask if his body size was suitable. Batwoman isn't the type to do things without thinking, and she's definitely thought about this.

If you think about it more deeply, maybe Brucey already has a "partner Robin" now, and maybe her relationship with a certain man is more than just a "partner".

But Watson did not continue to ask questions.

I deliberately aroused this woman's suspicion before. On the one hand, I was eager to break into the hive base to save people, and I was really too lazy to play the role of an innocent survivor. On the other hand, I also wanted to satisfy the evil taste in my heart and wanted to see Batgirl. Xia's crazy expression.

But asking questions about other people's living conditions is another matter.

The relationship between the two of them is indeed not good enough to discuss such a topic.

Half a minute later.

The restarted Bat Fighter flew into the night sky amidst the roar of its engines, spraying tail flames and quickly disappearing into the sky. The air turbulence on the ground continued for a while before gradually returning to calm.

Brucey made no more attempts to return to Raccoon City to save the survivors who were struggling to survive. The housekeeper Ah Fu informed them of the impending arrival of the army. In fact, the roar of fighter jets was faintly heard from the horizon at that time, and it was already time to leave.

Batwoman left cleanly.

She also left many weapons in the fighter plane to Watson. It was like an NPC in the game who completed a commissioned task and threw out a bunch of rewards to make the players happy.

Watson put on a black combat uniform and walked back to Raccoon City. The long M14 rifle was like a stick, carried horizontally on his shoulders with both hands.

A long stretch of road, alone.

Now I am relatively free.

Watson thought to himself that if he had another pair of headphones to play music, it would feel a bit like walking home from a previous life.

......

Walked for a while.

The roar of fighter jets on the horizon was getting closer and closer. Watson raised his hand and looked at his watch. It was almost 3 o'clock in the night. Six F-6 fighter jets pierced the night sky and pounced directly on the Honeycomb underground base one kilometer behind him.

"Fox 4 (surface-attack missile launch)."

The fighter plane began to dive, and Konok, who was sitting in the captain's plane, was the first to drop the penetrating missile. On the digital display, the missile flew accurately to the bombing site, and Konok raised the nose of the aircraft as soon as he pulled the joystick.

The remaining five F-5 fighter jets also completed their attack operations almost at the same time, and the highly similar frequencies were as beautiful as a guard of honor.

"Well done Mage 2 (Mage 2), but you were a little slow just now. I will give you some special training when you get back." Konok pressed the communication button and praised the one who had just joined the team. Newcomer.

Hearing the captain's praise, Mage 2 had no reaction.

"Okay, old man, your team is full of freaks." Konok shook his head and watched the hive base below fall into flames under the attack of several penetrating missiles. He flipped the button to switch channels: "First The wheel-to-ground attack was completed without encountering counter-fire.”

The location of the penetrating missile attack was planned in advance. Director Carter's intelligence agents deployed in Raccoon City had obtained the underground plan of the Hive Base early. Destroying several structural points would render most of the defense power ineffective.

"Received, thank you for the assistance." Captain Dugan's voice came from the earphones.

Watson hadn't seen such an explosion in a long time.

The missiles launched by Tyrant Carlos and the missiles launched by fighter jets are completely different things, not to mention there are many of them. The huge sound waves generated by the explosion spread far away, and even Watson, who was more than a thousand meters away, could hear it very clearly.

Then came the sky-high flames.

The flat ground seemed to suddenly catch fire, large swaths of desert were overturned, and blazing flames rushed out of the surface like a volcanic eruption, almost lighting up the night sky.

But this is not enough.

The Hive Base is just a little too big.

Turning back to continue his journey, Watson didn't even bother to think about which side those fighter jets belonged to. After rescuing Howard, he only had one goal left, which was to find and warn Michela of the danger of a nuclear bomb attack.

However, the army has just begun to enter, and Watson and Brucey have already passed through the Hive underground base in advance. Even the leader, Mrs. Viper, was melted by Watson. Most of the biochemical weapons should have been trapped by this time. The state of "leaderless".

If Hydra still wants to forcefully promote nuclear bombing, it may not be that easy.

and many more!

Watson thought of the commander of the U.S.S., Colonel Sergei Vladimir. How could he forget about him? But after thinking about it, he realized that this commander was actually not that important.

It really doesn't matter anymore.

After all, the hive base is out of control, and biochemical weapons are running around. What kind of force does he want to organize to attack Raccoon City? The remaining Umbrella minions in the base now may have trouble subduing a group of Lickers.

And the tyrant Talos who escaped...forget it, leave it to the destined person to deal with the headache.

We walked for a few more minutes.

"I really need a pair of headphones to play music." Watson couldn't help but started to say to himself: "It's too quiet here."

He feels very bad now.

The familiar withdrawal reaction came.

Watson was a person who relied heavily on music in his previous life. He wore headphones at work and after get off work. He never forgot a pair of headphones on the bus, in the subway, on the street... whenever he went out.

Especially on long hikes like now.

Not wearing headphones makes me feel uncomfortable.

Having no friends means not having to talk to anyone, and Watson has long been accustomed to this lifestyle. He even felt that if he accidentally died one day, he would probably be hit by a car because he was too high while listening to music and not looking at the road.

I wonder if there is a musical instrument store in Raccoon City. How about giving me a guitar... Picking up the M14 rifle in his hand and starting to play with it, Watson felt that in another ten minutes, he might not be able to resist it. Started humming.

While I was thinking this, a string of lights lit up on the road in the distance.