The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

Miss Wang felt that she was extremely unlucky today.

She was actually just conducting a reconnaissance operation. She originally planned to hang out here for more than half a week as a business negotiator, and then find an opportunity to take action after finding out the security and confidential locations. Unexpectedly, just two days after arriving as a 'guest', a group of heavily armed intruders raided the building.

These guys are very powerful and even have sniper support.

Of course, Ada doesn't have the energy to care about the war situation. The current chaotic situation will most likely lead to the police coming to block the building, and she will not be able to carry out any operations by then.

So she decisively chose to steal the information.

That being said, the two or three days were too hasty after all. Ada had no time to find out the location of all the important information. She estimated that her boss would not be satisfied with the current results.

She thought she could leave the building safely without fighting the armored man, but this tyrant disrupted all her plans. Of course, people can't outrun the tyrant, and there is nothing to distract them around. Miss Wang can only temporarily deal with this out-of-control monster.

But this has nothing to do with Watson.

He has already begun the cleaning and finishing work of the fourth guard team.

The heavy boot soles hit the ground, and the smooth wooden surface was full of bullet casings and cracks. After the gunfight broke out, most of the ordinary employees hid in positions that were less likely to be affected. The only ones still wandering around in the building might be armed guards, so Watson was actively bumping into the crowd almost all the way.

As we go deeper and deeper into the building, the originally ordinary and simple peripheral office decoration becomes more and more technological, creating an atmosphere like a honeycomb base. The enemy's firepower is no longer small-caliber pistols and submachine guns, but has become assault rifles and machine guns, and even several large-caliber weapons set up behind bunkers.

Of course, considering that this is just an ordinary building, the modifications that the umbrella can do are very limited.

The sound of gunfire echoed through the wide hallway.

Watson was running between the desks with his waist bent, and dense bullets were fired directly above his head. He encountered two M134 Gatling rapid-fire machine guns waiting for him head-on. Although the bullet specifications of these two things were the same as the FAL automatic rifle he was wearing, Watson was worried that the impact of the large-caliber bullet hitting his chest would shatter those two guns. Tube Ne-a parasite.

He didn't expect there to be rapid-fire machine guns here.

But then thinking about the tyrant he had just killed, Watson realized that these heavy weapons and firepower teams were probably not used to defend ordinary people, but to clear the area when biological and chemical weapons were out of control. It's just that he was lucky enough to bump into him, but these two machine guns couldn't stop him.

If explosions can solve problems, don't use bullets.

boom!

Two homemade bombs were thrown out by Watson, and the blazing white fire ball hit the ceiling and exploded in all directions driven by the heat wave. The Umbrella Guard Line, which had been firing profusely just now, suddenly became mute, leaving only a few sporadic wails. Watson walked forward slowly with an RPD machine gun, and re-shot the few people who were not dead in the smoke.

He was glad that there were not piles of hunters, lickers, and other monsters here. After all, the space in this building was limited, and it was not like the hive base where biochemical weapons could be manufactured and stored in large quantities. The tyrants placed here are probably also for product adjustment and testing at any time.

"Watson! Where are you?"

Luper's voice suddenly rang in the earphones: "The cleaning mission is over, now turn to the next target!"

......

Ten seconds later, Watson began to look at the road signs and rush toward the southwest.

Luper and the others successfully captured the president of the French branch and forced him to find out the location and method of opening the vault. They are now escorting him there. Now all Watson needs to do is cover the team members to reach the vault, and then seize the time to rob the target.

"Go and pick up Victor and Four Eyes!"

The gasping sound in the earphones indicated that the wolf mother was running: "They have led the tyrant downstairs, you run to the emergency passage at the end of the left corridor and go straight up!"

"receive."

Bang!

Watson used brute force to open the emergency exit door, ignoring the group of shivering white-collar workers huddled in the corner of the stairs. He crossed the steps and rushed to the exit two floors above.

"Roar!!!"

Angry roars penetrated the ears through the fire door. When he opened the door, he saw a tyrant whose arms had mutated into claws and was charging back and forth in the office area. The floor was covered with the remains of tables, chairs and electrical appliances, and Victor and Four Eyes were wandering back and forth between two locations, alternately using bullets to attract the attention of this imbecile creature.

Da da da da da! !

Watson picked up the RPD light machine gun and symbolically hit the tyrant, causing it to turn its attention to him. Victor and Four Eyes stopped shooting without hesitation and ran past Watson toward the emergency exit. The three of them had communicated through headphones before, and this rough and fleshy monster was left to the ‘Death Knell’ to deal with.

Watson was soon the only one left on the field.

The RPD with green smoke coming out of its muzzle was placed on the ground. The power of the M43 short bullet used by this thing was not as powerful as the FAL automatic rifle most of the time. In this situation, the blade was obviously more effective. Holding two dogleg knives tightly in his hands, Watson, wearing Deathstroke armor, looked fierce.

The tyrant rushed over with his claws raised.

If the reckless man Thor, God of Thunder, at least considers whether he can fight or not when he takes action, then the tyrant has no other thoughts at all in his mind, and he doesn't even know how to be afraid. This also determined the outcome of the battle. Watson twisted his body and easily dodged the attack. The two dog-leg knives cut into the monster's body with great force.

The next second, the tyrant broke into several pieces and fell to the ground, completely motionless.

"Watson! Have you solved it?"

"Of course, let's go to the 22nd floor, right?"

"That's right, come on." Although Luper's voice was still very steady, there was a hint of anxiety in it: "There is already a police car driving in here, we must move faster!"

Watson picked up the RPD light machine gun and hung it back on his body. He took a short run and jumped out of the broken window inside the office area. He adjusted his body posture in mid-air and hung up on the protrusion near the 22nd floor with the help of the rope gun in his hand. Then, cushioned by the black light virus, he successfully stepped onto the deck's floor.

The other members of the Wolf Pack team had already arrived first.

Luper practically put his gun to the back of the fat man's head, forcing him to get the safety catch. The entrance to the vault was disguised as an ordinary door, just like the dozens of doors in the entire building. If the insider hadn't been caught, Luper and the others might not have been able to find it quickly.

Click!

The fat man in a suit who was sweating profusely finally opened the door of the vault. Before he could take a breath, two 'debt collectors' escorted him and ran in quickly. Watson and Victor were left on guard at the door, listening to the loud noise of rummaging through boxes and cabinets.

Not long after, Luper and several others ran out carrying large and small bags.

Watson looked into the vault and saw only documents and papers scattered on the floor, chests of drawers and the fat man in a suit who was tied up. At this time, Luper handed him a thick waterproof document bag: "Hurry and put it behind your bulletproof plate! This thing is very important."

As soon as she finished speaking, Beltway swung over a shoulder bag. A few gold bars could be seen in the gap of the incomplete zipper: "This is your new wallet, macho! Don't let the bullets damage it." !”

I just like people who just throw money away without saying much nonsense.

Before Watson could fix the zippers and buttons again, Luper trotted out first, and he could only keep up while pulling on the buttons. Fortunately, everyone quickly entered the sightseeing elevator and quickly descended towards the underground parking lot on the first floor.

"The gate is surrounded by police cars."

Mother Wolf replaced the M4 carbine in her hand with a fully loaded magazine and began to simply reiterate the plan of action: "The escape vehicle is already waiting near the exit of the parking lot. We must remember that our goal is to escape, not to fight with the police. If we beat them If you are too harsh, it will only make the military people come faster."

"And you, Deathstroke."

She pointed at Watson: "Be sure to always pay attention to my message after you go out. If you leave the combat queue, you may miss the evacuation vehicle. Do you understand?"

......

The streets outside the Umbrella Building were in chaos.

Seven or eight blue and white police cars formed a temporary defense line, and the police officers began to try to advance into the building. They had just received news from the escaped Umbrella employees that a group of robbers armed with heavy weapons were raiding the building, so they decisively chose to call the special service team for support.

The crowds of onlookers filling the streets involved a lot of police personnel at the scene.

This kind of thinking is actually more obvious among foreigners. A thick circle of passers-by outside the cordon shouted and shouted at the sound of gunshots and explosions coming from the building. Perhaps the police cars at the scene gave them a sense of security. There were also many tourists holding up their own cameras.

So the police officers had to allocate manpower to maintain order.

When several policemen approached the door of the building step by step with revolvers, the unfortunate Miss Wang ran out.

Behind him is an angry tyrant.

Ada's business attire today couldn't carry any large weapons at all, so she relied on the submachine gun she picked up from the body of the guard to survive. Now seeing the police appearing at the gate, she immediately lured the tyrant over. As a well-trained three-faced spy, Miss Wang would not have any psychological burden for this approach, and since these policemen chose to enter, it would be a matter of time before they ran into monsters.

"(French) What monster!?"

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"

After all, the nearly 3-meter-tall gray-white wrinkled body of the tyrant is too shocking. Where have ordinary people seen such a scene? Several policemen exclaimed and raised their guns almost without hesitation.

"Roar!!!!!"

A police officer who was unable to dodge was hit by a fist. He crooked his body, smashed the glass door, and rolled to the steps. He instantly attracted the attention of the crowd outside the door. When the tyrant walked out on the messy ground, the onlookers suddenly became panicked, as if they saw a lion breaking free of its chains at a circus performance, and they turned around and tried to run away.

The whole scene became chaotic, and Ada took the opportunity to blend into the crowd and quickly disappeared.

The police officers who stayed behind had no energy to care about other things. They kept firing at the monster, trying to save their colleagues who were being hunted. The tyrant was quickly diverted by the bullets. It roared and overturned a police car, and began to wreak havoc on the streets like a tiger that broke into a flock of sheep.

"We are under attack!!" A patrolman lay in the car, grabbed the intercom, and shouted hoarsely to the operator on the other end: "There are many casualties on the scene. Get reinforcements quickly... ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!! Stay away from me" Click you monster!!”

The call did not end smoothly.

By the time the wolf team finally arrived at the underground parking lot dozens of seconds later, the situation on the ground was completely out of control.