The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

Watson bypassed the low wall composed of messy metal armor and finally found Luper in a small open space at the end. There was a muscular old man with a gray beard sitting on the workbench in front of the woman. When Watson came in, the man stood up and said a few words to Luper.

It sounds like it's French, which involves Watson's knowledge blind spot.

"Okay! Show him what you drew." Luper raised his chin towards Watson, signaling him to move faster: "Then take off your coat and let Pierre measure you. "

Watson took out the paper.

Uncle Pierre, who was a muscular man, took it and took a few glances at it, then raised his eyebrows and smiled. He didn’t know whether it was because of poor painting skills, or because Watson had a good idea, or because of his The pretty face aroused good feelings again.

Half an hour later.

With Ruper’s help, all the detailed requirements for the ‘Deathstroke’ suit were clearly communicated. Although Uncle Pierre objected to the obviously overweight helmet, he finally complied with the customer's request. In line with the concept of "the thickest armor, the hardest hit", this version of the Deathstroke armor actually has no technical content. Strictly speaking, it is just a set of heavy-duty body armor.

But this time Watson had to pay for it himself.

In the past, whether it was tavern consumption, hotel accommodation and travel expenses, all the money was paid by the captain Luper, including the FAL automatic rifle in Watson's hand, which was also regarded as a welcome gift to the Wolf Pack team.

The death knell suit contains many spare parts and bulletproof inserts. Watson will also need to purchase secondary weapons and knives. He cannot always use the two particularly recognizable T-shaped swords. In Ruper's words, a soldier should learn to take care of his weapons and armor, no matter in which era.

But when it comes to money, Watson has some difficulties.

In theory, he was not short of money. The large list of accounts and safe house cash safe in Mrs. Viper's memory alone amounted to tens of millions, but these things were not easy to obtain in a short time. After thinking for a while, Watson suddenly realized that the $400 million check from Bruceie on his body had not been cashed yet?

After asking tentatively, Uncle Pierre took out the phone.

Not long after, a man in a brown suit walked in with a briefcase. After greeting the old man, he nodded to Watson and said in French: "Renato Dodd is at your service. Do you want to handle check business?"

"Are you from the bank?"

Watson noticed that the other party opened the briefcase spread out on the table. The stacks of forms inside had the word 'Bank' clearly printed on them, and at a glance he could see more than one bank logo. He couldn't help but start to guess: Could this guy be an intermediary?

"I prefer to call myself a 'joint agent'."

After hearing Watson's words, Renato, the man in a suit, showed a polite smile. With his shiny brown short hair, he indeed looked like a bank employee: "Mercenaries also need to save money. As long as If you have needs, I can build business channels for you that connect major banks around the world."

Okay, it’s really an intermediary.

As shady wild dogs of war, mercenaries usually smuggle in with weapons when performing tasks in various countries. They basically do not have legal documents such as ID cards and passports of the country. The fake IDs they carry are fine for temporary interrogations, but if they are used to conduct business in a regular bank, they may not have to wait for the teller to call the police on the spot.

From another perspective, mercenaries are even more taboo about leaving personal information to avoid possible account freezes if their identities are accidentally exposed. However, the banking industry is one of the easiest places for capitalists to grow. How can we not do a profitable business? In the eyes of these financial practitioners, shopping malls are as cruel and ruthless as battlefields.

In those eras when technology was not yet developed and the legal system was not yet sound, the confrontation and competition between capitals were more bloody and direct. And this means that many times banks will even become the 'customers' of mercenaries. Just protecting money and escorting carriages can become a big business.

Over time, the two parties inevitably developed a deeper cooperative relationship.

What's more, mercenaries have a high mortality rate.

For bank capitalists, the money of mercenaries is also money. Once they die on the battlefield, these unclaimed account deposits can always be swallowed up by various banks. The dead will not come to them to file a lawsuit. Even if the other party occasionally has some legal heirs who come to ask for it, it will be difficult to produce legal evidence...

After all, this business is not legal to begin with.

In the modern era of advanced technology, this cooperation model between the two parties has become simpler and more efficient. A financial system that specifically provides services for gray professions such as killers and mercenaries, and more and more banks have joined in, is gradually taking shape. They even have Unified certified savings card. Considering that most of the mercenaries behaved roughly, many intermediaries that provided money agency services have appeared one after another.

This is the ‘joint agent’ in front of Watson.

After asking briefly about the content, Renato led Watson into an office.

"Okay, Mr. Deathstroke, please show me the check."

Watson took the check out of his pocket.

Although he had Luper's guarantee, he still had doubts about the reliability of this kind of 'financial business' without legal protection. This is completely different from fighting. At least in most cases, Watson can confirm whether he can kill the enemy. And when he gave this check, he really didn't know whether he would get the money.

After all, Watson has never done this before.

I have to admit that although it has been a long time since I came to this world, the memories and ideas from my previous life are still affecting my behavior.

Renato took the check.

The line of Bruce Wayne's autograph on the paper made his eyes twitch, but the agent immediately adjusted his demeanor. After confirming that it was not a forged Hitti Bank check, Renato immediately started to contact A clerk at the French branch of this federal bank.

Watson was not in a hurry, took out his FAL automatic rifle and started playing the gun game.

More than half an hour later, several more men and women in suits walked into the office. They opened their respective account books and information books, picked up magnifying glasses and worked around the check again. After the newly purchased FAL automatic rifle was disassembled and assembled more than a dozen times, Watson had an extra card in his hand, and the trouble was finally over.

This card is his "account".

Of course, the funds here cannot be directly used for consumption through formal channels such as hotel accommodation and travel and meals. If you really want to do this, you can only withdraw cash in advance and use it.

This is really inconvenient.

But considering that this is the late 90s, not 2020, Watson still expressed his understanding.

......

Late at night on the Seine River, a small boat slowly approached the shore.

Stepping onto the small wooden pier amidst the sound of rippling water, a long string of old street lamps cast a large haze in the quiet alley. There are occasional pedestrians walking on the path paved with stone tiles, but it makes the whole picture even more special. Loneliness. As Watson breathed in the damp, cold night air, the scene in front of him reminded him of Heidelberg in 1990.

He glanced at Michela, but she was just looking at the river in concentration.

"Okay, let's go."

I don't know if it was because she thought of her late alcoholic husband. As a French woman, the wolf mother was a little silent at this time, and the atmosphere in the team also darkened.

Everyone settled in a dilapidated two-story building. Starting tomorrow, they will go to Umbrella's French branch in groups to analyze the nearby roads and check out the locations. Then they will try their best to find out the specific conditions in the building and formulate detailed mission goals. , penetration routes, attack routes and retreat plans.

Watson and Michela were excluded from the reconnaissance mission.

No matter how they disguise themselves, it is difficult for these two people to remain inconspicuous, and they are really not suitable for sneaking into the crowd. In addition, this was not an escape, so Luper simply let them stay in the house, or do something that both men and women liked.

So the next day...

"so?"

Use a scalpel to cut a piece of pork tenderloin along the lines, use tweezers to remove the glass fragments, and then pick up a needle and thread to simulate suturing. After more than a dozen previous attempts, Watson finally succeeded in wrapping the piece of meat with medical gauze.

"okay."

The girl who had been looking at him for a long time clapped her hands symbolically and announced that the surgical teaching was successfully completed: "You can go and treat the injuries of those three men." Although Watson did not say the name, Watson knew that Michela was referring to Ghost, Victor and Beltway.

After hesitating for a moment, Watson changed to a cautious tone:

"Are you sure this won't kill anyone?"

"For people like us, the conditions on the battlefield are very harsh most of the time." The girl crossed her arms: "Some rookie doctors don't know what to do without antibiotics, but I won't be like that. Even if Without drugs or knives, I can also find ways to deal with combat trauma, and the wounded who have been treated by me are still alive and well."

Seeing Watson staring at her without speaking, the girl tilted her head and added: "At least they can still move."

I kind of know why they are avoiding you.

Watson looked at the puddle of minced pork on Michelle's hand. When class first started, it was a piece of pork tenderloin that was exactly the same as the one in front of him. But after the chief medic of the Wolfpack team demonstrated a round of wound cleaning and suturing, the piece of flesh fell apart.

She definitely did it on purpose.

"So they said you never used anesthetics, and you did it on purpose, right?"

"'who are they?"

Michela did not answer Watson's question. Instead, she narrowed her eyes and began to breathe out the cold air.

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At the same time, Charles de Gaulle International Airport was dozens of kilometers away. A woman with short black hair dragged her suitcase out of the lobby and got into a taxi waiting outside.

The driver was a white aunt, and the delicate face with obvious oriental origin in the rearview mirror was stunning. So the driver gave full play to her age-specific nagging habit: "Welcome to Paris! Madam, look It looks so beautiful!”

"Thank you."

The black-haired woman was obviously in a good mood: "I hope we won't waste too much time in traffic jams."

"If you want to go to the city center, traffic jams are inevitable." The driver's aunt said enthusiastically, "But I can go to a few lanes, which will make it faster. By the way, are you here for a trip?"

"That's it."

The black-haired woman put on sunglasses, and a faint smile appeared on her red lips: "By the way, I brought some souvenirs."