The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

The Ne-a parasite looks a bit like a small ginseng.

The kind that are as thick as two thumbs.

The body that looks like a white radish is slightly yellow, and the dense tentacles growing from the ends are gently twisting in the maintenance solution, proving that it is still a living creature. However, Watson doesn't have much time to play with wonders, and his teammates still need support.

After experiencing the situation where he swallowed the tyrant Talos and suddenly became paralyzed, Watson no longer dared to devour organisms he had never touched before. Even if he wanted to do this, he would have to find a safe enough place and plenty of time. After thinking for a moment, Watson smashed all the syringes containing Ne-a parasites and threw them into the fire. They are too fragile to be carried around in battle.

Fortunately, there is still stock in the suitcase.

The heavy box, which is nearly 1 meter high, is constantly cold. Two metal bottles containing Ne-a parasites are lying in the grooves. A layer of white frost has formed on the surface of half a palm. Before killing the last white coat, Watson briefly tortured the other party, and the answer he got was that the Ne-a parasite must be stored at low temperature and can only survive for about 2 days at room temperature.

Two days is enough.

Watson didn't think he could carry such a big suitcase into a war.

"Ruper, I just killed a Nemesis, how's the situation up there?"

After stuffing the two small bottles inside the heavy armor, Watson pressed the headset communication button on his chest and asked Luper. Not long after, a sound mixed with gunshots and explosions rang in my ears: "Good job! Keep moving up! Look for their large army again!"

"receive."

The battle on Luper's side was fierce, and he had to yell even to talk.

He quickly ran to the edge of the high platform and pulled out the rope gun. With the sound of compressed gas being released, the arrow pulled the rope and accurately hung on the iron railing, carrying the 100-kilogram Watson up quickly towards the heights.

It can only be said that Wayne Technology’s products are of reliable quality.

When customizing Deathstroke's armor, Watson actually thought about integrating one of the rope guns into the arm. But after removing the shell of the rope gun, we found that the structure inside was too complicated, so we had to give up. However, he still left two openings on the inside of the bulletproof plate on his waist so that he could control the rope gun with his tentacles in an emergency.

Wow!

This time, Watson chose a conference room that seemed empty from the bottom up, broke through the entire floor-to-ceiling window, and rushed in.

He was stunned when he came up.

There was a thick concrete wall on the left side of the empty conference room, but at this time, a big hole was blown out. At first glance, Watson thought it was Beltway's handiwork, but after seeing the black-haired woman in front of him, he realized that he was not the only group of guests in the building today.

The woman obviously did not expect a sudden change in the empty conference room, and she immediately raised a pistol and aimed it at Watson.

Ada King.

Watson recognized the familiar short black hair at a glance. The tall woman in front of him was one of the most famous female characters in the entire Resident Evil series. At this time, she was wearing a black striped women's suit. The skirt of the suit, which already exposed half of her thighs, was slit on the right side. The delicate line from wide to narrow was always eye-catching.

But Watson didn't think much about it.

Ada Wong is a triple agent.

This kind of scheming woman should be left to the official supporting actor Leon S. Kennedy, or some other unlucky person. Thinking of this, he suddenly realized a question: Since the Raccoon City incident that was the opportunity for the hero and heroine to meet has ended early, has the woman in front of him not met Leon yet?

"Sir, don't you want to introduce yourself?"

Ada raised a pistol and aimed it at the man. Looking at the man's thick bulletproof armor, she decisively took out a hand and quietly touched the flash bomb on the inside of the hem of his clothes.

"I'm just a tourist, and I guess you are too."

Watson vividly imitated Ada's speaking style a few years later: "Since we are all in a hurry, there is no need to introduce ourselves. If you don't plan to shoot, then don't point it at me." After saying this After saying that, he stood there and looked at the other party.

Miss Wang is obviously not a good person.

Her combat IQ, camouflage skills, and intelligence reconnaissance abilities are all excellent, otherwise she would not have sneaked in here alone.

Inside the blasted wall was a server room. The other party undoubtedly came here for information on biochemical weapons. But from this perspective, there is no conflict between Ada Wang and Watson: the fall of Umbrella is a foregone conclusion, and branches around the world will be shut down one by one. Watson alone cannot prevent all data from leaking. .

But this woman could cause trouble for the Wolf Pack.

How about killing her?

The next second when Watson began to hesitate whether to take action directly, Ada on the opposite side lowered the muzzle of her gun: "You are right, let's go our separate ways..." She slowly moved to On the cracked window, Watson showed a charming smile: "I will leave immediately. I wish you a pleasant journey."

After saying that, his body turned back and disappeared into the breach.

Watson took two steps closer and saw Ada's body quickly adjusting its posture in mid-air like a gymnast. The other hand held the rope gun and fixed it to the wall through the hook anchor, and successfully landed safely.

But in the next second, a topless tyrant rushed towards her. While silently watching the woman perform a tactical roll in embarrassment, Watson replaced the RPD machine gun with only more than 20 rounds of ammunition left, turned around and strode out of the conference room door.

......

call out!

A 7N1 sniper round accurately hit the target, and the Umbrella guard who was shot through the neck lay backward on the ground. Several companions around him quickly hid behind the bunker, shouting information about enemy snipers.

On a tall building a few hundred meters away.

The ghost is lying on the sack manipulating an SVD marksman rifle.

There was a young man next to him who was holding a telescope and picking up the phone to report from time to time. This was not a common observer in a modern sniper team. This young man was the leader of the 'observation team'. In addition to him, several of the same teams were deployed at elevated observation points around the Umbrella Building to provide the Wolf Pack with real-time police movements.

This is a practice the mercenaries learned from the guerrillas.

The 'Observation Team' is a special battlefield intelligence service provider in the mercenary industry.

These unarmed observers are mostly composed of selected and specially trained locals. They are usually only told to observe and report on pre-determined areas and targets. The client does not need to disclose the details of the operation or the location of the target to the "observation team" at all. The only connection between the two is an encrypted communication channel.

After the operation ends or the agreed time limit is reached, these people will evacuate the battlefield on their own.

Of course, this cooperation model usually does not apply to jewelry exhibition robbery, because basically everyone can guess that the robber's target is the jewelry exhibition hall. But Umbrella... doesn't look like some place with piles of gold jewelry.

The ghost's eyes were fixed on the PSO-1 scope. The fat man in a suit huddled behind the desk was the target of their trip.

The president's office has been exposed to the firepower of the Specter.

The protective umbrella activated three tyrants this time, one of which was blown off the ground floor by a bomb; the other 'Nemesis' model was killed by Watson in a sneak attack when it was damaged and undergoing emergency repairs. Now the last remaining tyrant on the field was lured away by Victor and Four Eyes. Luper and the remaining two team members had been shooting at the door for a while.

boom!

The ghost fired again.

The sniper bullet hit the corner of the wall, tore off a shower of fragments and then rolled and bounced away. The guard who was curled up desperately a few centimeters away could no longer bear it any longer. He roared, stretched out his MP5 submachine gun and pulled the trigger out of the window. A series of flying 9mm bullets completely shattered the shaky glass window.

He obviously no longer cares about the submachine gun's pitiful range of more than 200 meters.

Nowadays, people in the room are surrounded on two sides, and there are dead ends on the other two sides. When the designer decorated the president's office, he never thought of using it as a scene for a gunfight. The ghost's bullets undoubtedly cut into the fragile nerves of the desperate people in the room. The fat man in the suit couldn't bear it anymore:

"It's been 5 minutes! Hasn't the support arrived yet?!"

"No support, sir!"

The guard captain lay down next to him, pressing his president's head hard to avoid being hit by flying 9mm bullets: "They were shot by a heavy machine gunner and have been defeated!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the gunshots in the room disappeared, and the submachine gun in the hand of the out-of-control guard was finally out of bullets. The guard captain raised his head slightly and cursed: "Hey! Roberto! Put down the gun, you idiot! You almost killed the president!"

The guard named Roberto didn't speak. He just clasped his hands in front of his chest and began to pray.

"Damn heavy machine gunner!"

The fat man in a suit stretched out his big hands and groped on the carpet with trembling hands, found his expensive gold-rimmed glasses and put them on. Being chased to this point, he could only consider the last escape plan.

As the president of the branch, Fatty had already known about the accident at the headquarters. Although the person on the other end of the phone was secretive, who wouldn’t know the risks after working in this business for several years? If nothing happens, it's okay; if something happens, it's a big deal. The big tree is about to fall, who wants to sacrifice their life for the other party?

Now several company executives are thinking about how to run away, while only those employees at the bottom are still dreaming of promotion and wealth.

"What should we do now, sir? It's impossible for us to break through and get onto the apron with just the few people we have."

"There is only one last resort."

The fat man in a suit took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the stinky sweat from his face bit by bit. He has now made up his mind, his mentality is getting calmer and calmer, and the demeanor of the company president seems to have returned to him.

After a few seconds.

"Stop fighting! Stop fighting! We surrender!"

A shout came from the president's office.