The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

"What, you don't believe it?"

"...I'm not an alcoholic."

"But what you are addicted to is more terrifying than alcohol."

Watson leaned his head closer to reduce the volume as much as possible: "It will make you no longer have any expectations for your own life, your life, and gradually increase your self-destructive tendencies, and finally pull Your whole body fell into the abyss..."

"You know what I'm talking about."

The girl in front of him fell silent again, and Watson made no sound again, quietly waiting for her response. After a while, Michela stood up and pulled Watson's hand.

Watson understood that the other party wanted to change the conversation.

A few minutes later.

On the rooftop of Willy's Bar, there was an extra couple. Night had just fallen at this time, and the town outside the railing seemed very quiet. Every house had lights on, and occasionally dogs barked in the distance. The cool night wind blew through my body, even bringing with it the slightest trace of snowflakes.

The two of them just looked at the empty street and fell into a brief silence.

"It's been a long time since anyone called me by my name."

"what?"

"They only know my codename 'Bertha.'" The girl rested her elbows on the iron railing and shook the bottle in her palm: "I didn't tell anyone my name, not even Rupert."

Her face became very calm under the moonlight. Perhaps at this moment, she really let go of her guard.

"I have many things I want to ask you."

Watson looked at the car lights passing by on the street not far away, and followed Michela's example and rested his elbows on the railing: "But I think it's better to drink some wine tonight and talk about simple and happy things. good."

Michela turned back and stared at the wine in the bottle.

After a while, she continued to speak: "I also want to ask you what you were doing in the past few years, although... our relationship is not very close. And we didn't even stay at that time. I don’t have any position regarding contact information, and I require you to respond to me..."

"Michela..."

Watson had just spoken a few words when he was interrupted by the girl's gesture: "Please hear me out."

"I went to save you just out of obligation as a comrade. Every member of the wolf pack will take care of each other. But stop trying to comfort me. You are right. I am letting myself fall into the abyss, but... .....”

Michela suddenly stopped talking.

Under Watson's gaze, she slowly turned around and pulled open her collar. Under the perfect figure wrapped in leather clothes, the scene displayed made his pupils suddenly shrink.

The simple vest couldn't cover it at all, and the entire upper body was covered with large scars, but they were not just simple scratches and gunshot wounds. On the girl's chest and arms, Watson clearly saw several lesions and ulcers, which were as ugly as the skin under Deadpool's mask.

These shocking traces are enough to show how difficult her life has been in the past few years.

"Your body..."

"Every time after a battle, I have to give myself medicine. Fortunately, I am studying medicine, otherwise I would not be able to deal with the infection." The girl raised the corners of her mouth in front of Watson for a long time, and the long scar on her face Suddenly bent into several segments, twisting slightly like a centipede:

"I'm in the deep end, Watson, thank you for the song."

"and many more."

Watson stopped Michela who was about to turn around and leave. He stretched out his finger and pointed at himself: "There are not only ordinary people in this world. I believe you have verified this with me."

"What do you want to say?"

The girl looked back.

"I mean, your injuries must be...ugh!"

Before Watson could finish his words, Michela suddenly pressed forward and covered his mouth. The girl gently hugged Watson and put her head on his chest. The sound of her breathing became obviously louder.

"Watson, I'm a doctor and I know my body."

The palm covering Watson's mouth seemed to have lost its body temperature and was unusually cold.

I don’t know why, Michela’s voice became a little trembling: “At least tonight, don’t say this to me. Let’s go downstairs now and be a normal bar customer, as friends... Okay?"

......

Another few minutes passed.

The two sat back at the wine table. But this time the roles of both parties were reversed. The one who listened to music and drank freely became Michela, while Watson had no intention of continuing to relax.

The girl's body was speeding toward death.

He didn't want to see Michela end up like this.

Watson was completely understandable when he was interrupted by the other party on the rooftop just now. Michela has been through so much in the past few years, and her injuries show that the girl is likely to be forced to endure the worst outcome every time.

When she needed someone to rely on most, Watson wasn't there for her.

Michela even had to face it all alone.

Now, this "friend I haven't seen for seven or eight years" suddenly pops up and says that your situation can still be saved. If the two sides exchange positions, Watson himself will feel very abrupt and even resist.

"What's wrong? Are you unhappy now?"

After saying that on the rooftop, Michela's mood became very good. At this time, she touched Watson's shoulder with a glass of wine: "I'm not dead yet! Come on, have a drink!" "

At this time, things like super soldier serum, mechanical transformation and regeneration cradle have popped up in Watson's mind, but it is obviously useless to worry now, and he can only make arrangements in the future.

Not wanting to spoil the girl's interest, Watson put his thoughts aside for the time being and picked up the wine glass.

......

The drinking party lasted until late at night.

The streets of the small town were swallowed up by a faint thick fog.

In the end, Watson and Michela helped Luper transport the completely fragmented Ghost, Beltway, Victor and Four Eyes to the motel. The Wolfpack team will stay here for a few days before heading to Europe.

After locking the door, Watson couldn't wait to check the safety of the room.

He was a little anxious.

When the Blackhawk helicopter landed, Watson briefly observed his body in the single locker room. He was still very concerned about absorbing Tyrant Talos and causing his body to suddenly become paralyzed.

But when the helicopter landed, there was no abnormality in his body. Watson thought that the matter was completely over. It wasn't until after a big meal and drink at Willy's Bar that he gradually felt a surge of energy that wanted to burst out from all parts of his body.

After confirming that there was no monitoring equipment, Watson quickly walked to the bathroom.

My whole body was about to burn up at this moment.

The only luggage he had was a door key, a pistol, and a dagger, so he had to take off his only set of clothes to avoid being damaged by the heat of his body. Standing in front of the mirror, Watson felt a little afraid of his own body for the first time.

They are all densely packed with tentacles.

Watson is actually a bit trypophobic, otherwise he wouldn't have run into the bathroom to avoid the biochemical leeches on the train to Raccoon City. But now he has no choice but to try to overcome it.

Calm down, that's what the blacklight virus is.

This time you just saw it with your own eyes.

Forcing himself to concentrate, Watson watched himself in the mirror slowly return to his normal appearance as his tentacles squirmed all over his body. An indescribable feeling came from his body, and the sudden severe pain stimulated him to raise his head.

Watson had no idea how much time had passed.

He leaned back and almost fell to the floor. It took a lot of effort for him to gradually feel the sensation. At this time, Watson was like a fish starved of oxygen, gasping for air. Slowly pulling his body back, the scene in front of him stunned him.

There is a woman in the mirror.

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Meanwhile, Stark Manor, Long Island, New York.

Old Howard, who had just escaped from danger, waited in the underground laboratory for a hurried visit from Mrs. Carter. The two of them had little extra energy to reminisce about the past, and now Howard Sr.'s wife, Maria Stark, was dying.

"how is the situation?"

"It's getting worse."

After hearing Peggy's question, Old Howard typed on the keyboard without looking back, the wrinkles on his face almost trembling. Since being sent back by that strange mage, he has been working continuously for several hours.

At this time, Maria Stark was lying in an operating room and fell asleep quietly.

Old Mrs. Carter watched Old Howard work like this for half an hour. Finally, after injecting the last dose of medicine, Old Howard breathed a sigh of relief and slammed down on the chair.

The two began to exchange information about the Raccoon City incident. After a while, Howard Sr. came back to his senses from Mrs. Carter's words: "I thought Watson was sent here by you."

"Watson never said he wanted to join S.H.I.E.L.D."

The old lady smiled: "I will no longer be the director of S.H.I.E.L.D. soon."

"Do you really think so?"

Old Howard straightened up: "This mess is here now. Watson is right. We just raised one of Hydra's tentacles. I have been secretly spying on information in the hive base, Mrs. Viper." He is just one of the masterminds behind the scenes.”

"I understand everything you said, Howard, it's just..."

"I have loved this country, and even loved this world, but now I gradually understand that perhaps human beings are just such a creature. There will always be people with ambitions trying to fight for everything, and Hydra is just one of them. "

The old lady shook her head gently: "I don't regret my hard work over the past few decades, but maybe I should quit now."

"...What about Steve?"

The spacious underground laboratory suddenly became quiet. Carter looked at Maria in the operating room, as if he hadn't heard Howard's question. After more than a minute passed, the old lady slowly turned around and showed a faint smile to Howard:

"If he is still awake when I die, let him come to my grave to talk about old times."

At this moment, Carter's cell phone vibrated.

The old lady turned on her phone and her expression became serious after seeing the message on it. Howard could tell that it must not be good news, so he asked, "What's wrong?"

Carter raised his head and looked into Howard's eyes:

"They're going to raze Raccoon City."

"What did you say?"

Old Howard's eyes widened and he even stood up: "Why do they do this? How dare they? Hasn't the army already entered the scene? I know those BOWs, they can't be the opponent of a large-scale regular army!"

"Calm down Howard."

The old lady waved her hand: "This is just a follow-up plan. Currently, the National Guard and military personnel still have to enter the scene to rescue survivors as much as possible. But the government cannot allow the situation in Raccoon City to continue to develop. They must Let’s sort this out as soon as possible…”

"After all, it's always easier to destroy and rebuild than to repair, isn't it?"

"But they don't have to!"

Old Howard paced back and forth in the laboratory, and he grasped the key point very keenly: "Once you choose to destroy Raccoon City, it means admitting the destructive power of those BOWs! The news cannot be hidden, these monsters will On the black market..."

"Don't you understand? This is what they want."

Mrs. Carter's words made Howard Sr. stop in his tracks: "What do you mean?"

"The hive underground base that holds BOW research data and results was completely destroyed by another bomber I sent last night. Therefore, Raccoon City has lost the greatest part of its value to them. If they want to get BOW's technical data, they can only ..."

"You can only take it from the hands of the bereaved dog!"

Howard Sr. answered the call, and he completely understood what Mrs. Carter meant.

For the federal government, it is entirely possible to use the Raccoon City incident to bring down Umbrella. As 'victims', they have every choice to stand in this way. As the Umbrella Group is a multinational company, there must be other places around the world where BOW products are preserved.

What's more, these places have technical information.

Once the company collapses, the various people underneath will have no choice but to find their own way out like a lost dog. At that time, those executives who possess technical information will become the targets of various countries vying for it. As long as someone is caught, the state machinery can be relied upon to force them to behave.

Thinking of this, old Howard actually had a sense of absurdity. He felt as if history was repeating itself.

Isn't this what Hydra was defeated back then?

"Yes."

Old Mrs. Carter smiled faintly and nodded towards Howard: "So you see, they still haven't changed anything."

Gradually, the smile on the old lady's face turned into self-deprecation.

"You know what's the most ironic thing?"

"what?"

"The most ironic thing is that I, who sent people to destroy the hive base, facilitated all this on the side."