The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

"Aren't you tired from using this thing?"

Michela was holding two large dog-leg scimitars newly purchased by Watson in her hands. The recurved blades, which are more than 15 inches (about 40cm) long, were painted black as a whole, with only the peak of the blade showing a long gray arc. , and the serrations on the back of the knife exude a sinister atmosphere inside and out.

Very few people would use such a weapon.

Because it's just too bulky.

For well-trained soldiers, light and fast melee weapons are always the first choice. The dog-leg knife is a weapon that is too long and almost difficult to stab. Instead, it is more used in the field to cut branches and open roads.

"It depends on how you define the word 'tired'." Watson threw the girl to him a butterfly knife with one hand. After a period of practice, he can now perform some basic knife skills. At least it won't swing around and fall to the ground.

"If you're talking about tiredness like sore arms and muscle pain, then no."

"Well...your 'hands' are indeed very strong."

Deliberately biting the word very hard, Michela raised her head and looked at Watson's two white arms. Even if she saw it with her own eyes, Watson was able to lift people up and throw them to the ground, she still found it incredible until now.

The 'robbery' operation will begin the day after tomorrow.

There was a lot of equipment in the arms box next to the two of them. The most conspicuous ones were a few MP5SD submachine guns with built-in silencers. The rest of the items, such as door-breaking explosives, were all relatively low-priced semi-homemade products. As a group without a fixed income, Luper could not afford to invest millions in a robbery mission with unknown returns.

And in the 90s, it was difficult for almost all conventional gun suppressors to significantly reduce the sound of gunfire. Even if it is fired outdoors without obstacles, the sound can be transmitted dozens of meters or even hundreds of meters away. The real function of the suppressor is to change the frequency of gunfire, reduce the perceived recoil and greatly hide the muzzle flash, so as to avoid being directly witnessed by the enemy to the shooter's position. When used with night vision goggles, it can produce a surprise attack effect in the dark.

As for those night vision devices, they were actually items stolen from Umbrella's warehouse during the Raccoon City operation.

Through the past few days of reconnaissance, the security configuration around the building has been basically figured out.

With the current equipment level of the Wolf Pack team, it is really difficult to sneak into a building silently like the anti-terrorism special forces, let alone a commercial high-rise building in a densely populated area.

Moreover, the opponent is Umbrella after all, and there may also be biological weapons in the building. Therefore, Luper now just hopes that the team will not be discovered before breaking into the target room, and then it will be head-on firefighting.

Watson knows all about how loud gunfire can be.

As an ordinary person who had never touched a gun in his previous life, his impressions of gunshots basically came from movies, television and game works. When Watson traveled through time and was reborn and picked up the first weapon from the corpse of a German soldier, he discovered that the sound of this thing was not ordinary loud.

It's almost like someone set off firecrackers next to your ears.

The noise of the indoor gunfight was deafening. Those large-caliber old-fashioned firearms from World War II were equal to eardrum abuse every time they were fired. Shooting in a relatively closed car is even more terrifying. One shot fired may cause minor hearing loss to everyone in the car.

Considering that the guards in the building are likely to wear bulletproof equipment, Luper wants to ensure that the opponent does not have much support ability when sneaking in in the early stage. Otherwise, once the number of enemies increases, the team can only choose to switch to the large-caliber main weapons they carry to quickly deal with them. fighting. Umbrella companies mostly engage in illegal transactions, so they are unlikely to call the police immediately.

This is where Watson comes into play.

He would single-handedly rush up from the lower levels and create enough chaos to distract the enemy. Of course, Luper didn't expect this pretty boy to fight all the way to the top floor. If he could delay the enemy's army, it would be considered a success. If they really can't stop their attack, they can only retreat in advance.

"How about I review it again?"

Watson looked at the bored Michela and winked at the pile of homemade explosives next to her.

......

"Confirm again, all you have to do is open the lid, press the button and throw it out, right?"

In the van, Watson had put on a complete death knell suit, and the thick full-body armor made him look thicker. In addition to the FAL rifle and extended dog-leg knife on his back, Watson also held an RPD light machine gun said to be produced in the former Soviet Union.

The fat old man selling the gun boasted that this thing was dismantled from a damaged personnel carrier. Adhering to the characteristics of Soviet-made weapons, they are big, black and thick. Although the gun body is rusty everywhere, the ghost test-fired it on site and said that it can be used at least a few times.

The point is that second-hand RPDs are cheap.

Considering that a small number of RPDs have been in service in the former Soviet Union since the end of World War II, its previous owners must have been far more than two.

Holding such an old-fashioned weapon, Watson felt that he didn't look like a mercenary at all, but more like a snarling rebel. If the van underfoot was replaced by a dilapidated pickup truck, and there were a few black uncles who believed in shooting around, it would be a realistic picture of a war-torn area in Africa.

"Yes, remember to listen to our signals!"

Beltway returned the homemade bomb in his hand to Watson, and the other members of the Wolf Pack team would get out of the car first; Watson would be driven by the driver to near the main entrance of the Umbrella Company building, waiting for the captain's signal to rush in and shoot. There were two "debt collectors" who temporarily joined the operation. They had no other weapons except pistols, daggers and several magazines. Instead, they carried a variety of lock-picking equipment and several large bags.

In the 90s, bank transfers were relatively troublesome, and the Umbrella Company's biological and chemical weapons could not be sold openly, so it was impossible for most buyers to pay through formal channels. This means that high-value hard currencies such as gold and diamonds are likely to be stored in the building, and the 'debt collector' only needs to confirm which ones are the most valuable.

There was one less person in the car today.

That's the ghost.

He had already laid an ambush on a nearby tall building, preparing to provide battlefield observation and sniper support.

The van came to a stop at the corner of an unoccupied elevated floor. Luper and the others immediately stepped out of the door. As the door of the van was automatically closed by a spring, Watson was suddenly the only one left in the van. The car bumped a few times, and through the narrow window of the car, the driver could be seen driving the car back onto the road.

Victor brought back many photos from previous reconnaissance operations, including of course a front view of the Umbrella Company's French branch building. This is a very ordinary commercial building on the surface. Anyone who sees it at first sight will associate it with a financial company.

Not long after, the vehicle drove onto the roof of the parking building. Looking at the reference object outside the car window, Watson unfolded the city map in his hand and compared it to avoid running in the wrong direction later. The communication equipment between the team members has been debugged a long time ago, and now he is just waiting for Luper to send the signal.

The hands on the watch are slowly turning.

From time to time, vehicles passed by downstairs, and the roar of the old gasoline engine entered his ears through the car, but this did not relax Watson's mood. Luper and the others must have entered the building, but now there was absolutely no movement in the headphones. After checking the equipment one last time, Watson picked up the black death knell helmet and put it on.

There was a clear barrier to the surrounding sounds.

此时沃森身上除了丧钟套装以外，厚厚的一层全是各种弹匣和爆炸物。胸腹内侧挂了10个FAL自动步枪用的7.62x51mm北约标准弹30发弹匣；在两边的侧腰还用额外子弹带装着足足4个RPD轻机枪100发圆形弹盒。

The Soviets had an incomprehensible bad taste in this regard.

They deliberately made the magazine box for storing the ammunition chain of the RPD machine gun round, so that some people often mistake the RPD magazine box for a drum magazine. In fact, the magazine of the RPD machine gun is completely empty, and there is no iconic rotating spring device for the magazine drum.

chap!

There was sudden movement in the headphones.

"Two at 7 o'clock on the upper floor."

"receive."

This was Ghost and Luper talking, and after a moment the communication channel fell silent again. Watson gently grasped the badly painted wooden handle of the RPD machine gun. He always felt that something was going to happen.

"Death Knell, how long will it take you to reach your goal from your current position?" As if confirming Watson's ominous premonition, Luper began to call him in the earphone.

"Five seconds."

"Come out now!"

The call was immediately hung up, and gunshots could still be heard faintly from the other end. Watson immediately pushed open the car door, twisted around and took two steps. When he was about to hit the concrete fence, he jumped up with all his strength, and his whole body suddenly flew above the wide street. The van, which had been parked in place just a second ago, was smoking under the wheels, and under the control of the driver, it ran out at a speed that was almost like a nitrogen ejection.

There were several exclamations all around.

Someone noticed this strange black figure in the air, but before they could blink their eyes to see clearly, Watson had already smashed the outer glass window of the umbrella building and smashed his body in.

Wo rolled half a circle and then stood up. The weight of this armor was close to 40 kilograms. Watson obviously felt that the aerial buffering ability he was accustomed to had become much more difficult. However, the most basic effect is still there, and the body will not be damaged by this level of collision.

Several male and female white-collar workers looked at this man blankly.

They haven't yet reacted to the commotion just now.

It wasn't until the black guy with a machine gun kicked open the wooden door of the office and rushed out that people belatedly held their heads and shrank under their desks. Not many people screamed in panic, everyone seemed to be experienced in this.

As soon as Watson stepped out the door, a naked body of a tyrant fell downstairs in front of him.

The building echoed with chaotic gunfire.

When he looked up, he saw the dark high-rise building full of gunfire. Luper and the others had somehow turned off part of the lighting system, and now there were many guards lying on the surrounding stairs. The light body armor they wore could not withstand large-caliber bullets.

"(French) There are enemies!"

Several guards who heard the noise discovered Watson, the heavy machine gunner, but they obviously couldn't keep up with the speed of the RPD's muzzle. Two seconds later, there were several more bodies in front of Watson. He jumped forward at a trot, and rushed to the guardrail several floors above with strength. Then he used his legs again and ran upwards on the sloping wall.

The ‘road’ soon disappeared.

Grasping the edge of the floor with both hands, Watson gently poked his head up.

The wide platform in front of me was somewhat quiet.

A familiar-looking Nemesis-Stalker was lying in the center of the crowd. Judging from the burnt appearance of many damaged parts of its body, it was obviously the work of the fat man from Beltway's homemade bomb. Several people in white coats were holding large syringes and carefully opening a suitcase, as if they were about to perform emergency surgery on the stalker.

There are obviously a lot more guards here.

However, instead of paying attention to the movements around them, this group of people was obviously more worried about the monster in the center of the crowd that might jump up at any time, which gave Watson time to plan an attack. Hiding in the corner and observing the enemy's position, he hung the RPD with the gun belt back on his body and quickly took out two homemade bombs.

boom!

The two bombs exploded almost simultaneously, and smoke billowed from the high platform. Watson picked up the RPD and started sprinting there. He had long noticed the large syringes in the hands of those white coats, and there was an object in there that was likely to enhance the black light virus.

Ne-a parasite.

The 'Nemesis' that once chased the protagonists of Resident Evil all the way in Raccoon City was actually the collective scientific research result of multiple European branches of Umbrella, so of course these branches will also keep corresponding product information for subsequent improvements. .

When he was in the hive base before, many smaller samples and products were either taken away early or cruelly destroyed; and Watson was busy saving the Howards and chasing Mrs. Viper. After finishing the work, he ran into Bu Miss Lucy and Tyrant Talos really don't have much free time to look for this thing.

But now the opportunity has come.

Quickly rushing into the smoke, Watson raised his machine gun and quickly harvested the guards who could still move. These people who did not wear filters could easily make noise in the thick smoke. Dozens of 7.62mm rounds of intermediate power were ejected, killing all the enemies on the high platform.

Those scientists were the last to die.

Whether he was throwing bombs or shooting, Watson didn't want to break the few syringes that didn't look very strong, so after clearing the peripheral enemies, he killed them at close range.

Cutting off the tyrant's head with a knife, Watson bent down and picked up the syringe in the thick smoke.