The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

"When I retired, I had the opportunity to become a police officer."

The magazine of the M4 carbine fell on the carpet. Luper pulled the bolt to remove the last bullet, and disassembled the receiver for maintenance: "I have been killing people for this country for several years, and finally found that compared to the battlefield where the shells were flying, the city It’s just too quiet and I can’t get used to it.”

Watson continued to remain silent.

He didn't mention Wolf Mother's ex-husband and children, otherwise it would be difficult to explain how he knew about this matter.

"It's the responsibility of several of us that that tyrant rushed onto the streets."

The wolf mother stared at the TV screen and then turned to look at Watson: "The mercenary profession is not just about killing people. Sometimes you will be on the opposite side of the place where you were born. Some mercenaries don't care about this at all. They really just care Shoot. Of course, I am not a noble patriot, but from the standpoint of this mission, I made a choice that was more beneficial to us."

"I understand."

Watson nodded slightly.

Although the requirement to try not to beat the police too badly and avoid attracting the army too early was something that everyone was very clear about before the operation started. But those two bulletproof jeeps forced Luper to change his plan. If Beltway really used high-explosive grenades to hit the cab, then with the level of this blasting expert plus the 6-round ammunition capacity and the fire cover of his teammates, how could he destroy both vehicles? A bulletproof jeep.

Watson was aware of this problem at that time, so he took the initiative to successfully save the situation.

"As long as you understand."

The wolf mother lowered her gaze again: "We will encounter this kind of thing again in the future, try to get used to it."

After saying that, she tiptoed Watson's death knell helmet on the ground: "This thing of yours weighs 7-8 kilograms at least, right? The Russian welding helmet weighs less than 3 kilograms. You are wearing this thing around your neck." Won’t you fold it?”

......

Everyone lay in the VIP room for a long time, until the sun gradually turned red at noon, and then the branch manager knocked on the door and came in, saying that all the trophies had been processed. Except for things like bearer bonds that cannot be processed quickly, most of the gold nuggets and all the cash were acquired by this branch. The more than 200 million US dollars currently settled will be transferred to the Wolves account on the spot.

I can only sigh that the bank alliance behind it has great hands and eyes.

The official personally sent people to do dirty work with their faces covered, which Watson had never seen in his previous life. But perhaps it is precisely because realization is so simple, direct, fast and effective that this industry is closely connected with capitalists. After all, most mercenaries only work for money.

After dividing this small account, Luper announced on the spot that everyone would return to Le Havre and that they would be on vacation.

It's different from a holiday like partying in a pub.

This is a real vacation that lasts for more than half a month. The members of the Wolves spread out and went to where they wanted to go. It doesn't matter who you want to stay with, just make a companion in advance. It doesn't matter what kind of wolf mother you go to, as long as you take the leave and return within the time limit.

Beltway yelled and came to Watson with a loud voice: "Hey macho! The three of us are going to live a happy life that belongs to men! Do you want to come together..."

Michel pulled.

"Well, it seems you don't need to."

Beltway's expression was very treacherous, and he turned around and ran away without saying a word. Watson even suspected that this guy did it on purpose. He had known that this would be the result. However, Luper next to him suddenly remembered something and came over to pat Watson on the shoulder: "By the way, pretty boy, when you return to Le Havre, you and I will go to the headquarters to register a phone, otherwise we won't be notified where we will meet at that time. your turn."

When a group of people went downstairs, it was already dusk.

The low-rise houses outside the fence are very dense, and their surfaces show large traces of corrosion by rain; almost everyone is leaning boredly in the shadowed corners. If it weren't for a few racing guys making a lot of noise with their stereos, the whole scene would look like It's like stillness.

The golden-red sunset pressed against the horizon, making it look particularly dilapidated.

On the way here, Watson had no energy to pay attention to these. The stable living environment in his previous life made him instinctively feel more defensive than ordinary people when he saw such gang members. But now when he looked carefully at the clothes drying racks hidden under the broken iron shed and the children squatting stupidly in the corner, Watson couldn't help but think about a question that usually seemed very hypocritical:

Have they lived like this all their lives?

The branch manager arranged for the Wolves to use another van so that they could hide the physical features remembered by the police. Before Four Eyes drove the car out of the slums, Rupert opened the doors on both sides to reveal the heavily armed Watsons. According to her, this is the only way to deter those gangsters who are looking for trouble on the road.

The car was covered in moonlight all the way to Le Havre.

Several people came out of the tavern to have a good meal, and it was time to say goodbye for the time being.

Watson planned to return to Karma Taj first, and then use the portal to go to New York. The information on the hard drive, Mrs. Viper's legacy, the faceless nurse Alessa forcibly sent, and the current situation of Howard and Carter all need to be processed and confirmed. By the way, I want to ask if there are any powerful drugs for treating radiation damage. Of course, the highest priority thing is the two cans of Ne-a parasites in my pocket.

"When will you give me the information?"

The four-eyed girl came over. She was obviously more worried about this thing than Watson himself. Last year, Luper helped Four Eyes rent a basement here. Even though Le Havre is not as famous as the capital Paris, it is the second largest port in France on the English Channel and has been a busy maritime trade city since the 16th century. .

Therefore, smuggling of various types of contraband is also quite active.

As long as he is not stationed at a mission location, this 'mad scientist' will basically stay here. Purchasing the basic equipment needed for the experiment probably cost most of Si Yan's funds, and she even had to borrow money from the wolf mother.

"It only takes a few days. It takes time to get things. I will send you an email to tell you."

Watson made up an excuse. He needed to find a computer to sort out the hard drive data, but that couldn't be done at Kamal Taj. It was only 1997, and there weren't even any wires in that damn place. Doctor Strange, Stephen Strange, came in more than ten years later to study under him. At least he still had Wifi and a laptop to use, right?

Several people made a fuss for a while and dispersed, leaving only Watson and Michela at the door of the pub.

"Where are you going?"

Watson looked at Michela, but the girl did not respond to the question vocally at this time. Her eyes were blurred by the blond hair and the shadow of the light. She crossed one arm and shook her head slightly, her eyes lowered to the ground, looking a little pitiful.

Are you waiting for me to ask her to go with you?

Or does it mean something else?

The words "Would you like to come to New York with me?" almost came out, but Watson stopped himself. He caught a twitch in the corner of the girl's mouth, and immediately realized that the other party was acting. Without saying anything directly, Watson put his face in front of Michelle and just looked at her without speaking.

The sadness in the girl's eyes suddenly became a little thicker.

But not long after, a smile couldn't help but creep up, and the curve of the corner of her mouth became wider and wider. Finally, she turned her head and bit her lower lip in an attempt to hide it, but a few obvious sniffs had already betrayed the girl's appearance. Mood.

"Your acting skills are still so good, I almost fell for it."

"But weren't you deceived?"

Michela turned back and looked at Watson with a pair of smiling blue eyes: "I want to go with Four Eyes."

"With Four Eyes?" Watson did not expect this answer.

"I need to adjust my body, beautiful boy." The girl leaned her back against the stone brick wall, revealing half of her face covered with scars: "I am also a doctor after all, and I can buy some special medicines to relieve the symptoms. . Before you find the 'magic potion' you mentioned, I'd better live as long as possible for a few more years."

......

On a park bench late at night.

Watson looked at the extra list in his hand, which contained a series of names of drugs and medicinal materials. Michela had to borrow a sterile room with four eyes to sleep for two days to make up for the burden on her body caused by high-intensity combat operations. The girl suffered multiple injuries from radiation and corrosive chemical liquids, which made some of her organ functions and immune system more fragile than ordinary people.

If you want to cure this kind of permanent damage to a certain extent, you can't rely on homemade mist anti-inflammatory drugs in small jars. You have to buy some expensive or even unavailable drugs. Michelle had bought some before, but there was nothing she could do about the particularly expensive ones.

Hence this list.

Once he heard Michela say that some materials were very expensive, Watson felt that it was time for Howard Sr. to repay his life-saving grace. But before heading to New York, I’d better get rid of those two cans of Ne-a parasites, otherwise they might expire.

Half an hour later, Watson rented a motel room.

After checking the corners several times, he crushed the two jars directly with his palms. A few small bugs are no match for the huge Furies or the Tyrant Talos. They shouldn't be as paralyzed for a long time as before...

Moments later, the black light virus tentacles entangled the Ne-a parasite.

In the blink of an eye, the two worm bodies in the palm of the hand were absorbed together with the nutrient solution.

Like holding a hot glass in your hand, a burning sensation started from your arms and spread throughout your body. Watson thought he might collapse again this time, but that wasn't a bad thing. The black light body will not easily react to those foreign viruses and bacteria. The more obvious the abnormality felt now, the better the effect may be.

About half a minute passed, and a slightly numb pain spread rapidly throughout the body, centered on the entire spine. The edge of his vision began to be shrouded in dark red, and the skin on his body once again decomposed into tentacles, which stood up in pieces like exploding hairs.

Fortunately I took off my clothes.

The last thought flashed through his mind, and Watson immediately lost consciousness.