The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

"So what's the difference between you and robots?"

Unhurriedly flipping through the documents in her hand, the woman began to talk to herself. The driver of this car was a black girl. She did not respond to the words coming from behind and just focused on holding the steering wheel with her hands.

"A tool that will not betray is the most reliable."

The man in a suit sitting in the passenger seat turned around and said, "I thought people like you would be more aware of this, Ms. Natasha Romanoff." After saying this, he put on another suit An apologetic smile: "Sorry, I forgot that you are not called by this name now."

Natasha ignored the other party and just focused her eyes on a photo in her hand.

After a long silence, she raised her head and looked at the man in a suit in the front seat: "So this time we are going to snatch something from Hydra? When did we become so bold?"

"Leviathan fears no enemy."

The man in the suit put away his apologetic expression and turned to a serious face: "It is precisely because we can continue to seize every opportunity that we can survive the collapse of the Red Empire. Hydra mobilized a A large number of people want to hide it, but this cannot fool our eyes. They are the ones who are most afraid of this matter being exposed, and this is an opportunity for us!"

Yes, your biggest specialty is a group of black widows who are forced to sell their bodies.

Natasha's face remained calm, but there was a trace of ridicule in her heart.

When the Red Empire collapsed in 1991, this organization that relied on state power fell into chaos like other departments. Hydra took advantage of the situation and robbed many important personnel and technological achievements. They even faced the chaotic situation in Eastern Europe at that time, which could be called the eye of the storm, and sent a large number of agents and troops in an attempt to completely take over Leviathan and make it one of their own.

However, Leviathan was eventually reborn.

The loyal "Black Widows" used the top espionage skills learned from the Red Room to lead the armed forces to eliminate powerful foreign enemies one after another. At the same time, the struggle for power within Leviathan gradually subsided, and Ivan Dreykov finally won and officially became the new generation leader of Leviathan.

But the loyalty of the black widows does not come from their own wishes.

Natasha had many opportunities to get close to her juniors. After a long period of careful observation, she faintly noticed that something was wrong with the mental state of these beautiful girls. Their attitude towards tasks and superiors is like...

It's like being mind controlled.

This is a conclusion reached entirely by Natasha's own analysis, because the top management of the organization obviously will not tell her about the training methods of the new generation of black widows. She speculates that these technologies are most likely related to age and may not be suitable for an old woman like herself who is almost 70 years old.

Otherwise, how can we explain that as an experienced agent, his work content has become more and more marginalized in recent years? Perhaps it's because the organization has become more willing to field a new generation of Black Widows who are forced to be loyal when it comes to more important missions.

"listen."

The man in front of her spoke again. Natasha put her thoughts back together and looked at him again.

"An experienced agent like you should play a role at such a critical and important moment. The minions hunting missions in the past few years have only given you a holiday. The organization does not ignore you."

After a pause, the man turned half of his body to his side to make himself feel more comfortable: "Our goal is just that box, and Peggy Carter will be handed over to Hydra. As long as you can complete the task, you must You will get the reward you want, this is General Grekov’s personal promise, do you understand?”

......

Standing on the side of the snowy road, Natasha lit a lady's cigarette and watched the car disappear at the intersection.

Passers-by around her were walking in a hurry, and occasionally someone would notice Natasha's elegant and charming face and cast a stunning look at her. Her left hand was inserted casually into the pocket of her jeans. Her round and slender legs and hips formed a perfect curve. The bright yellow street lights shone on her body, like a street scene of a modern urban girl on the cover of a magazine.

But the woman just puffed on the smoke ring, and she didn't end this slightly complicated melancholy thought until the cigarette was about to burn out.

After so many years, they finally give up on themselves.

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The day across the Atlantic was uneventful.

It even feels boring.

Watson has gradually become accustomed to this unchanging seascape since the second day on board, but he has many ways to pass the time. For example, he discussed shooting techniques with Ghost, learned battlefield reconnaissance from Victor, and demolitionist Beltway even enthusiastically taught him how to make homemade bombs.

Of course, the explosives will definitely not be given, so Watson can only try to make things like detonating devices. However, since he has absorbed various combat experiences before, and most of the targets he absorbed were special soldiers, his learning speed is astonishing.

Even when he learned basic courses such as firearm maintenance and elementary ballistics, corresponding memories would still appear in Watson's mind.

This obviously comes from the soldiers who were absorbed.

Ghost, a big Slavic man, was lucky because he had already seen this beautiful boy's learning speed in advance. But Beltway couldn't accept it. When Watson showed him the installed detonation device dozens of minutes later, the fat man said directly:

"Did you really lose your memory suddenly after graduating from the Special Military Academy?"

"Do not."

Watson folded his arms and raised his head slightly, and began to talk nonsense seriously: "Actually, I am over 70 years old and a veteran who experienced World War II, but then I developed Alzheimer's disease..."

Except for the second half of the sentence, what he said was actually the truth.

"I'm really looking forward to some blind pirates coming to my door in the next few days." The ghost ignored Watson's hard performance, took a big sip of vodka, and said to Beltway: "I'll let Watson give it to you then. Demonstrate the 3-day quick shooting technique. Do you know what 3-day quick shooting means? Hahahaha!!!!"

The big Slavic man suddenly laughed to himself.

Watson sat up straight and put on a serious look: "I'm telling the truth! Back then, I grabbed an MP40 and climbed in through the window, knocking down half the room of German soldiers. Then Captain America and I We met, but we didn’t understand each other at the time, so a Panther tank drove up downstairs, and it fired a shell..."

The comedy effect of this truthful episode is very good.

This time Beltway also laughed, and the cabin was suddenly filled with a cheerful atmosphere. Only Victor, who was in a daze in the corner, looked at these three noisy guys, then muttered and closed his eyes again:

"Help me, I can't help you."

......

It is now the fourth day after sailing.

Michela stood at the door of the Wolf Team's temporary men's dormitory, hesitating whether to open the door and go in. She hadn't seen Watson in three days, and it felt like an eternity had passed.

Although it is always appropriate for friends to visit each other, for girls, the relationship between the two is not a friendship.

Not in the beginning.

Since Silent Hill no longer bothered me about my sleep, what happened during those few nights in the small town became clearer bit by bit. She remembered the late night when Watson first broke into her room, and she seemed to...kiss him on the mouth.

But the kiss seemed fake.

Considering that she was delirious and confused at the time, Michela had some doubts that the kiss only happened in a dream. But she was not sure in her heart. If it was true, did Watson deliberately pretend that nothing happened so that the relationship between the two would not be affected by the kiss?

He even ran to Silent Hill alone. Although he didn't know if this 'Silent Hill' existed, he really didn't have any nightmares since that day.

Watson must have done something.

But in his heart, are the two just friends?

Listening to the noise coming from behind the hatch, Michela shook her head and pushed the door open. The first thing she saw was the shirtless Ghost and Beltway yelling, while Watson and Victor were standing face to face on both sides of a small table.

There is a pile of pistol parts on the table.

"Aha! Bertha!" The ghost first noticed the girl who walked in the door: "You want to find Watson, right? But you have to wait first, this is a duel between men!"

"Hooah!"

Beltway, who was standing aside, didn't even raise his head, but suddenly let out a loud shout. This signaled the start of the game. Watson and Victor immediately reached out to touch the pistol parts in front of them.

The M9 pistol does not have many parts, but its accuracy requirements are also high. If the hand is not aligned with the bayonet, it will be difficult to insert the barrel into the slide, let alone the long spring.

Both of them moved very quickly, but this picture didn't look harmonious at all. Because Victor's finger joints are slightly thick, and the backs of his hands are full of scars, he has gone through a long battle and harsh environment, and the number of wrinkles on his hands is far more than that of his peers.

Watson is completely different.

His hands were like the keys on an expensive piano, looking so white and flawless from any angle. The five fingers of the right hand have a section of nails left; while the nails of the left hand are completely cut short. This is a bit surprising to ordinary people. After all, who would leave only one fingernail like this?

Michela knew this answer. Acoustic guitarists have their nails like this.

Click!

When the girl deserts, Watson and Victor almost simultaneously raise their guns and aim at each other's heads. The gun competition ended in a draw, and the four men on the field each drank a large glass of whiskey to celebrate.

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

Michela clapped her hands several times slowly.

"Oh...good evening?"

Only then did Watson have the energy to pay attention to the girl approaching. Michela stood there with her pockets expressionless, making it impossible to tell what her mood was at this time. But Watson had an inexplicable feeling in his heart that the girl was not very happy now.

At some point, the drinking trio, who were standing a few steps away, glanced at each other. Finally, Beltway stood up and coughed: "Well, Brother Watson, I think... apart from sniping, firearms maintenance and explosions In addition to material handling, you also need to seriously study battlefield medical treatment."

"what?"

"The fat man is right!"

This time, Ghost and Ghost were on the same side: "Battlefield first aid is the key to saving life. You should go out with Bertha now and learn from her. You are definitely a genius. We have nothing to teach you here. Already, OK?”

boom!

After watching Watson and Bertha disappear out the door, the three men exhaled and sat back on their respective bedsides. There was silence in the cabin for a while, and the ghost spoke first: "You just released the water on purpose, right Victor?"

"What else? Waiting for Bertha to chop me?"

......

Watson followed Michela to the deck. The wind was a little stronger tonight, blowing the girl's hair. She was not wearing the leather mask that could cover less than half of her face today. The large burn marks on the left side of her face looked like sulfuric acid. Even if it was not the first time, Watson still found it shocking.

The two stopped at a remote boat side.

"I have something to ask you."

Michela leaned on the railing with her arms, trying to make her body as relaxed as possible: "During the few days we were in the town, when you first broke into my room, did I do anything to you? What... rude action?"

Her unfocused eyes wandered around the sea, as if there was something there.

"You mean that kiss?"

Watson looked at the other person's face, and there was a trace of ridicule on the corner of his mouth: "You almost died, did you know?"

The girl in front of her was obviously stunned for a moment, her neck was like a rusty machine, and her movements of turning her head to look at Watson were paused in several parts. This is obviously an embarrassing topic, so Watson decided to say a few more words to give Michela some time to think:

"You still remember that I have been emphasizing the blood problem before, right? You were unconscious at the time. If you bit my lip or tongue unconsciously, the consequences would probably be your life."

Michela looked carefully at the beautiful light purple eyes in front of her.

She was indeed a little embarrassed and angry at first, because Watson's tone was full of teasing. However, when she felt the self-mockery in the other person's eyes, the girl realized that his mood was not as relaxed as these two sentences.

Even hugs and kisses must be done with caution. Isn’t that a kind of sadness?

And for a person with such a beautiful appearance, he should be widely loved by the opposite sex, but he has to avoid close contact due to physical reasons, which may make him feel even more sad.

At least from Michelle's point of view, she would feel sad.

"......Um."

After quietly studying the beautiful face in front of her for a while, the girl lowered her head again. Watson's frankness was so unexpected that she didn't know how to continue the topic. Michela even began to regret that she had raised this question impulsively.

Now the relationship between the two people has reached a wonderful balance.

This is somewhat similar to the gray area of ​​legal acquiescence, where you can get along as friends and occasionally get closer. Although this is not the state of connection that should exist in normal interpersonal communication, for the girl's tortured mind...

This is indeed a rare healing soil.

If we continue to discuss this kiss, it will inevitably involve discussion of the relationship between the two people. Michela didn't know what Watson thought about this, and she didn't want to ask. But whether we take a step forward or a step back, it is very likely to break this delicate balance.

And deep down in her heart, the girl felt panic about this.

If that impossible miracle happens, is my appearance really worthy of Watson?

"You know...I've been thinking about something these past few days."

Perhaps sensing the uneasiness in Michela's heart, Watson chose to change the subject: "I really want to ask you about this. To be honest, I'm a little worried, because you may not want to recall the content."

The girl's tense body began to relax: "What do you want to ask?"

"I wonder, in 1990..."

Watson stared into Michela's eyes: "What happened to the Heinz Waffen family after I got on that plane and left Heidelberg?"