The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

Mornings in Maine have never been so clear.

Many people got up early and rushed up the hillside in twos and threes to watch the sunrise. This made the town a lot less popular. When Watson and Michela walked onto the street, only a few elderly people with limited mobility would occasionally walk out of the corners.

"what happened?"

Back in the motel room, Watson couldn't help but feel a little funny when he saw Michela glancing over from time to time but hesitating to speak: "If you have something to say, just say it directly."

The girl directly picked up a stool and sat down.

"I want to see your hands."

Watson stretched out his left hand inexplicably. After being stunned for a while, he suddenly understood. The flesh of the raised arm squirmed and split into several tentacles. The girl slowly stretched out her finger, and seeing that Watson didn't show any scary expression, she felt relieved and touched it.

These tentacular branches are as flexible and tough as an octopus. If you ignore their dark red color, then at least it is not so easy for people to feel uncomfortable. For Michela, a former outstanding medical student, the diseased human tissues he had seen in college were definitely more disgusting than these tentacles.

But that's not the main reason.

The girl had to admit that the handsome face of Watson in front of her had offset most of her disgust.

"how do you feel?"

Watson was indeed a little curious. Except for Howard, Steve and Carter, no one could not be killed after seeing his tentacles. Michela was the first one.

"It's okay." The girl pinched the tentacles wrapped between her fingers: "Will it hurt you if I look like this?"

Watson didn't reply, but turned his right hand into a tentacle and rolled up a biscuit next to him. Under Michela's gaze, several tentacle branches squirmed and actually melted and absorbed the biscuit!

The entire process happens in just two seconds.

The girl was stunned.

It wasn't until Watson withdrew the tentacle branch from her hand that Michela finally came back to her senses: "Just now, that was... what was that?"

"Um... drool? But it can be controlled."

Watson blinked innocently, as if nothing happened just now: "I suggest you be careful next time you stab me with a knife, so as not to get too much of my blood on you."

Hearing these words, the girl immediately lowered her head: "Sorry."

"It's not your fault." Watson turned around and faced Michela's direction: "Ordinary people may have gone crazy when encountering such a thing. You just suppressed it in your heart for too long."

Michela fell silent again.

"Hey."

Watson got in front of the girl and forced her to focus on his face again: "Do you think our relationship can be regarded as friends?"

Michela nodded.

"Better than friends?"

After hesitating for a moment, Michela lowered her eyes and nodded again.

"I went to Silent Hill yesterday and killed all the, well, people there." Watson looked into the girl's eyes: "You won't be dragged into nightmares by it anymore. So you see, sometimes you Just need a friend to do you a favor.”

This statement is a bit abrupt, at least for normal people, it is not a good thing for friends to be too enthusiastic. Especially when it comes to some sensitive secrets, this can make them feel like their privacy has been invaded. But Watson knows very well that for people like Michela who have become defensive due to trauma, sometimes they really have to be more proactive.

Although doing so may make things worse.

But he didn't think girls would do that.

Michela's expression was one of shock.

She didn't doubt Watson's words. The girl just didn't expect that he would do such a thing quietly while she slept yesterday. Inexplicable emotions rippled slightly in his heart, and climbed into his eyes for a moment, but were quickly suppressed.

The corners of her slightly ferocious mouth opened, and a simple "thank you" was spoken by the girl.

But something remained in her heart.

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Early in the morning in New York, an agent in a suit walked into the office.

"Director, what you want."

"Thank you, Bofur."

Old Mrs. Carter put down the teacup in her hand and nodded towards the young secret agent. The other party did not turn around and leave, but stayed in place with a somewhat embarrassed expression.

"what happened?"

Seeing that Bofur seemed to have something to say, the old lady took the initiative to ask. Now she looks like she has completely lost the serious and dignified look of the director, but looks more like an amiable and kind old man.

"Well, on behalf of all my colleagues outside, I wish you a happy retirement life." Agent Bofur was a little nervous. After reading this sentence dryly, he bowed and pushed the door open as if he was running away.

"young people......"

Taking a sip of tea with enjoyment, Carter picked up the newspaper on the table. The light gray paper is densely covered with English, and one of the titles has been specially drawn out with a pen:

“Decades of dense fog in Maine have mysteriously disappeared!”

What did Watson do this time?

The image of Watson holding an energy bar in his mouth appeared in his mind, and his thin figure seemed to appear on the sofa in front of him again. Of course, Carter had seen the video of Watson picking up people and smashing them. This beautiful boy's fighting ability did not match his figure at all.

Lying back on the chair, the old lady closed her eyes comfortably and enjoyed her last few weeks in this office.

For the retiring director of S.H.I.E.L.D., the short day flies by.

But in Alexander Pierce's opinion, this day was a bit too long. Since the assassination of Peggy Carter was unanimously approved, the two major factions within Hydra changed their respective development postures in the past two or three decades and united to an unprecedented degree.

There are too many matters at stake, and after experiencing the strong stimulation of the Raccoon City incident, they can no longer tolerate the ticking time bomb of the old lady to continue its unpredictable countdown. Multiple assassination teams have arrived at their respective operations locations one after another. The old man Pierce has been busy for more than ten hours during the day, personally ensuring that there are no problems with these matters.

But they were not there to take part in the assassination.

The real mission of these assassination teams is to eliminate most of the participants in this incident. Regardless of whether the final operation is successful or not, they are responsible for clearing the insiders on the list as soon as possible.

There is no doubt that assassinating Peggy Carter involves huge risks, but various branches of Hydra have been dormant for decades and have rich experience in underground operations. They are sure that they can also deceive the entire world in this operation.

......

It's late at night now.

The perimeter of a remote warehouse in New York was crowded with soldiers in black.

Pierce was smoking a cigar on a chair in a remote warehouse, looking quietly at the people opposite. In the center is a man with messy black short and medium hair, his entire face is basically hidden under the mask; and what is even more eye-catching is his left arm, which is a prosthetic limb made entirely of silver-white metal. There is also a mottled red star printed on it.

On the other side was a woman wearing a dark red tights, with a full-coverage hood that even covered her hair. Although not a single piece of skin was exposed on her body, this outfit only made her curvy body curves more obvious.

"Is this the 'Arachne' you're talking about?"

Pierce turned to look at the man standing next to him: "Baron Otto, are you sure you want a novice to participate in this operation?"

"Don't underestimate her." The middle-aged man known as 'Baron Otto' had a confident smile on his lips. He has short, thin hair and messy stubble that makes him look completely incompatible with the image of Jazz:

"With all due respect, your Winter Soldier is no match."

"Really? Then please let me see it."

Pierce shook the cigarette ashes into the ashtray: "I'm not questioning her combat ability, but in my impression, female agents are hardly good at head-on combat, or... compared to themselves... That’s not the male advantage.”

He gestured to his men, who immediately began to issue orders to the Winter Soldiers.

"Who says it's not?"

Baron Otto walked up to Arachne, stretched out his big hands to touch her waist and hips, and whispered something into her ear. The strange thing is that the woman made no resistance at all, just like the Winter Soldier next to her, who was as indifferent to this.

This is probably another brainwashed person.

Pierce came to a conclusion silently in his mind. If we want to say that Hydra has gained any valuable experience in its decades of low-key development since the end of World War II, then brainwashing technology is definitely the most important part of it. Soldiers who are brainwashed at a high frequency on a regular basis will not have self-will, and certainly will not act treacherously.

Just like the Winter Soldier in his hand, he is cold, ruthless and efficient. During each operation, a team of dozens of people will be on standby 24 hours a day to carry out brainwashing and memory erasure reset in time after the operation is over.

They are a killing tool.

As long as it's properly maintained, you can always put your trust in it.

Just when the old man deserted, Arachne and the Winter Soldier were already standing face to face in the open field. The man and the woman didn't speak. They looked at each other for a few times and then started to fight.

Snapped!

After dodging the whip kick, Arachne held the Winter Soldier's powerful and heavy steel fist with one hand. Her slender arms seemed to contain terrifying power, and she squeezed the prosthetic limb in her palm until she moaned slightly.

The next second, the woman grabbed her fist and threw the Winter Soldier upside down.

The Winter Soldier still acted very calmly and directly pulled out the silenced pistol on his leg. However, Arachne's reaction was not slow, and she stuck close to him, hitting the Winter Soldier tirelessly with her fists and feet like a storm.

Pierce originally thought that the two of them would be fighting each other for several minutes like the physical fight scenes in the movie. But the next scene was completely beyond his expectation, Arachne discharged her electricity.

A beam of electricity directly penetrated the Winter Soldier's body.

"Is this a little toy you made?"

Turning his head to ask Baron Otto beside him, the other person showed a proud look: "This is not a little toy. Arachne's body can produce and store bioelectric energy, just like spider venom. So I As I said, she is extremely talented."

Looking at the Winter Soldier who was lying on the ground and being choked by a woman, Pierce twitched his lips and nodded: "This is indeed impressive."

The Winter Soldier actually lost a bit unfairly.

If he had sufficient intelligence and equipment to allow him to fight Arachne in complex terrain, then the Winter Soldier might not be able to succeed in a sneak attack. But fighting is not a duel, so where is the fairness and justice? If you lose, you lose.

"so be it."

Pierce didn't look embarrassed or angry at all. He straightened his suit and walked out: "The other members will arrive in the next few days, and everything will go according to plan. It's rare to come to New York, and you should bring your friends with you. 'Shopping around more."

He emphasized the word "friend" very strongly.

Baron Otto watched the old man leave expressionlessly, turned to look at the Winter Soldier who was being helped up, and then looked at Arachne walking towards him with a smile: "You know what? He said it very well. It makes sense, a beautiful woman like you should go shopping more often."

He didn't notice that Arachne shook slightly.