The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

"I can't go any further."

A PA-28 small passenger plane was flying in the sky, and the pilot informed Watson through the headset: "If you really plan to parachute, open the door here!"

"Okay, thanks."

Watson opened the door with a parachute bag on his back, and the howling cold wind suddenly poured into the cabin. The driver wanted to say something, but he could only give up when he saw that the other party had taken off his sound-isolating headphones. These mercenaries are so brave that they risk their lives. What should I worry about? Shaking his head and holding the joystick tightly, he stabilized the fuselage again.

The next second, Watson jumped out of the cabin.

The passenger plane in the sky immediately turned back, fearing that it would fly a few meters further.

Watson did not open his parachute, but positioned himself to face the city of London. It's almost 7am, but Britain is still shrouded in darkness during winter time.

His descent route is of course not vertical. With the help of the black light virus's ability characteristics, Watson can move in a certain direction without relying on external force. The whole body is very heavy, mainly because of the more than 60 kilograms of 'cello box' on my chest. Fortunately, it didn't take long to descend from high altitude. With an eye on the landing distance, he untied the box and lifted it over his upper body.

The sound of rock breaking sounded.

The hunk weighing more than 100 kilograms hit the asphalt road, causing a small spiderweb-like crack. This is a narrow road in a remote forest, about twenty kilometers away from downtown London. If you can't catch a ride, you can only move forward on foot.

But Watson has plenty of ways to pass the time.

He opened the heavy cello case, and the disassembled Deathstroke armor and FAL rifle lay quietly inside, fixed by dozens of buckles. But Watson's goal was not these. He reached into the gap inside a row of magazines and pulled out a Sony Walkman TPS-L2 player... Yes, the male protagonist in the opening scene of "Guardians of the Galaxy" The one on Jue.

He got this in Paris, when the Wolves players went out every day to visit places. The Umbrella Building happens to be close to the city center, and there are many roadside shops, so Watson suggested that instead of pretending to be tourists and visiting the shops, you should actually buy something back, such as a Walkman.

So Brother Ghost actually bought him one.

It’s just this guy’s taste in choosing songs…

Pressing the play button, the small tape gear in the Walkman slowly rotates, and the sound of a pipe organ with a sense of the times floats into the ears. For a moment, Watson had the illusion of traveling back to the music appreciation class in junior high school. The tip of his nose could faintly smell the wood smell of the old tables and chairs in the music classroom.

"...ho3hakomyюyлnцy"

(...but that familiar street)

"Пo3a6ыtьohhemoг..."

(Echoing in his memory...)

"Гдeжtы, mnлarдeвywka?"

(Lovely girl, where are you?)

......

This person definitely chose a Russian folk song tape for me on purpose.

A little depressed, Watson took out the stainless steel flask and drank a large gulp of amber whiskey liquid. Since absorbing the combat experience of those soldiers and hanging out with the members of the Wolf Team, he has not only mastered many deeper combat skills, but also learned some of the bad habits of the soldiers.

In his previous life, Watson was technically an alcoholic, but his drinking capacity was just too bad. Just like some people who obviously can't eat spicy food, will often be so greedy that they can't leave the toilet the next day. But now it's completely different. This body can't be drunk, and the capacity of the small wine bottle is less than 300ml, which can only relieve the addiction of the mouth.

Thor seems to have a very strong Asgardian wine.

Just pour it in one cup.

I'll have a chance to go to Asgard to look for it in the future, Watson thought to himself. There is no lighting along the long road in front of us, so we will probably have to walk for a while. More than ten minutes have passed since he landed, and no vehicles have been seen passing by.

However, before listening to the song for long, a cat broke into Watson's sight in front of him.

Is it the black cat?

Watson was not sure. He put his eyes into observation mode to confirm, and the bacteria of various colors in the air were quickly exposed in his field of vision. After not using this ability for a while, Watson was surprised to find that his eyes could even observe the temperature and color of the surface of an object like a thermal scanner.

Although the difference is not too big, it is obvious enough.

The fungi around him were blown by the breeze and passed through the black cat's body without any obstacles, as if it didn't exist at all. Under the thermal vision, this cat did not show the color that a warm-blooded animal should have. Watson clearly felt warmth when he held it before.

This is indeed the black cat.

"It's you, is something wrong?"

Watson didn't waste any words and opened his mouth to ask directly. The black cat remained silent as always, walked up to him and circled around him a few times. Then he bent down and jumped right in front, crashing into Watson's arms like an ordinary kitten.

"You're not really a great magician, are you?"

Holding the black cat's body between his two arms, Watson raised his hand again and took a sip of wine: "You'd better not be a perverted grandpa, otherwise I will feel disgusting holding you now."

The clockwork man's soul was probably taken away by this black cat. Watson still remembers the cat's paw prints on his palms at that time. Being able to locate the location of the clockwork man and leave a magical mark on himself as a 'temporary worker' is definitely not something that an ordinary mage can do.

After the death of Clockwork Man, no one of the mages present, including Hamil, could see the black cat entity, which further confirmed the other party's strength. Maybe this is not a great magician at all, but a planet-level god.

I wonder if Master Gu Yi can see it?

"Want to drink?"

Suddenly a bit of bad taste came into his heart, and Watson put the mouth of the wine bottle next to the cat's face. With a 'pop' sound, the black cat slapped Watson's pretty face directly. The force was not strong and he did not extend his claws, but the rejection was obvious.

Then Watson felt a burst of heat in the palm of his left hand, and the black cat dissipated in his arms like ashes, as if it had completed some task. Watson raised his hand and looked, and sure enough he saw the black cat paw print appearing in his palm again.

Have a goal again?

Looking around a few times, it was obvious that it was impossible to see the black cat again. The other party obviously came to him for this matter. Watson had a hunch at this time that this 'new target' should be in the London city ahead. However, he didn't intend to go there so recklessly. He wanted to at least observe who the target was first.

And on the other hand, the black cat clearly has its own agenda.

This purpose is not necessarily a good thing...

Watson's figure gradually moved away, and the black cat suddenly appeared again. Different from before, a shadow that kept making wailing movements but made no sound hovered over its head, flickering several times and then slowly disappearing. If Watson is still here, he will definitely recognize the appearance of this phantom:

Fallen Angel Samael.

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Meanwhile, Federal, 2 a.m. New York time.

Alexander Pierce stood in the elevator.

The old man was a little worried.

This woman will officially leave office in a few days. Why is she suddenly calling her? Could it be that those phone calls during the Raccoon City incident a while ago were exposed? Pierce thought uncertainly. But after all, he was already half an old fox, so he quickly calmed down.

After receiving the promise, he pushed open the door and entered.

Director Carter was like a retired old man, holding a cup of warm tea and sipping it comfortably. When Pierce walked in, she made a "please sit down" gesture.

"Good evening, Director, what do you want from me?"

"I'm sorry to come to you so late. There are really many things that need to be handed over." The old lady apologized to Pierce first: "We found a very interesting place in New Jersey."

As soon as Pierce sat down, the old lady's second words made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.

What does New Jersey have?

If you ask a New Yorker, he may disdainfully say that it is just a rural field; but if you ask a Hydra executive, the answer is basically only one:

Arnim Zola.

Infamous Hydra scientist during World War II.

After being captured by the Allied Forces, the key information he handed over directly led to the failure of the Red Skull Project. However, in the eyes of the new generation of Hydra leaders who grew up with the help of Operation Paperclip more than ten years later, Dr. Zola is just a scientific researcher, not a strong-willed warrior. His knowledge and abilities are the most important.

Dr. Zola was diagnosed with a terminal illness in the 70s, but this stimulated his research mentality. In the end, the doctor successfully transferred most of his consciousness to a computer disk and became a truly immortal "artificial intelligence". He is still helping the major leaders handle affairs in a semi-independent capacity within Hydra to this day.

The machine that stores his consciousness is located in New Jersey.

"Really? What's interesting?"

Pierce calmly unbuttoned his suit jacket and sat down, reaching for the teacup handed to him by the director.

"SHIELD has an abandoned military base there, and I've always wanted to integrate these resources. Of course, by the time this project really starts to move forward, you should have taken over my position."

Mrs. Carter's smile had some unclear meaning, which made Pierce begin to suspect that this woman was lying. He felt more and more how right he was to vote in favor of the "Assassination of Peggy Carter" issue. If this woman continued to live for a few more years, she might cause something else.

The two internal factions have not worked together like this for a long time. As long as they try to be as secretive as possible, who can detect it? When he thought of this, the old man who didn't know that Leviathan was ready to 'cut off' suddenly began to feel that he had a heavy responsibility: Hydra should have been unified long ago.