The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

The Wildey pistol was excellent in every way: powerful, accurate, and with a long range. Unfortunately, the eight spare magazines she had on her only held 104 rounds, and they were quickly depleted. Fortunately, Miss Watson's military princess outfit came with a matching mini ammunition pouch. While the capacity was relatively small, it was more than enough to hold about 200 rounds of boxed pistol ammunition.

However, considering space issues, it is naturally impossible to store additional spare magazines.

With their one-shot shooting technique, Miss Watson and Steve quickly formed a new combat mode. The former used shield defense to lure the enemy to medium and short distances, and when the enemy stepped into the effective shooting range, Miss Watson's Wildey pistol could take them away with one bullet.

When it comes to shooting within a hundred meters, the night has no effect on her performance at all.

The main reason is that these robots are a bit too rough, and there is almost no protection installed on the core parts. As long as a .475 bullet is fired into them, even if they are not directly damaged, their combat capabilities will be greatly reduced, and they will no longer pose a threat to the two.

Miss Watson was practically a cannon.

The pistol danced in her hand, swaying with her body and aiming in all directions. Within five minutes of entering the arena, Steve had watched her rack up a terrifying 100-kill streak. This forced Captain America to reconsider the mental illness of this suspected WWII German fanatic.

Steve had seen people like this before since waking up, but he had never encountered someone this powerful. Thinking back to what Rhode had whispered to him earlier, perhaps this girl in military uniform was indeed a Hydra experiment, just like Wanda and Pietro.

Why didn’t we find this little girl during the previous raid on Hydra Castle?

...Hydra's roots in the local area are still too deep.

However, in the current situation, Steve also knew that he shouldn't force the question. If he angered the other party, he would probably have to face this terrifying shooter in person - at least until the little girl ran out of bullets.

As he was thinking about it, he saw tentacles growing from Watson's body.

Steve stood there in shock for a few seconds before confirming that he had seen it correctly: "Watson! What's wrong with you?"

"what?"

"On you! What is that thing?"

"Oh, you mean this?" Miss Watson waved her hand, her humor showing. "This is part of my body. You don't think I'd be so idle as to cover myself up completely, do you? If I don't wear anything, it might leak out."

"...Okay, I'll try to get used to it." Steve couldn't help but take a few more glances at the tentacles that were like fingers, taking out bullets from the ammunition pouches with incredible dexterity and then accurately filling them into the empty spare magazines.

Who is this girl...

"Who called the courier?"

At that moment, an Iron Legion robot flew over and landed next to Miss Watson. The voice of Iron Man Tony Stark blared from the speakers: "Your name is Watson, right? This is your communicator. The microphone is around your neck, and the earbuds are in your ears. You don't have to shout when you talk to us in the future. If you don't understand anything, just ask."

"Okay, thank you..." After all, she was pretending to have amnesia. Miss Watson wanted to ask something, but the Iron Legion soldier in front of her began to mechanically play the instructions. It was no longer Tony Stark's voice. It sounded like this guy was offline.

"Watson! They're coming again!"

Steve originally wanted to ask Miss Watson to take off her helmet and help her put on the microphone, but he saw another group of Ultron clone robots approaching with tail flames. There was no time to say anything and he immediately grabbed the shield to face these enemies.

"Hello? Can you hear me?"

While Steve wasn't paying attention, Miss Watson secretly fixed her communicator and quickly put her helmet back on. Immediately, War Machine Rhodes' voice came over the communication channel: "...Increased numbers! The aerospace carrier is under threat! Support is needed here!"

"Oh? You did it yourself?"

Captain America waved at Miss Watson from a distance, then turned and smashed an enemy with his shield. "Come here, Watson, there's a change of plan. We need to return to the square evacuation point. Nick just sent in an aerospace carrier to evacuate civilians. Ultron has mobilized a large force to attack, and they need support!"

"Did you say aircraft carrier?" Miss Watson continued to play dumb, maintaining her character. "Isn't an aircraft carrier a ship? Sokovia is already in the sky. Can an aircraft carrier fly up there?"

"I didn't believe it at first, until it actually took off. Technology is truly amazing." Steve nodded with a smile, as if he knew you would ask that. He then quickly moved sideways and raised his shield to block an energy bullet. "Be careful!"

boom! boom! boom! boom--!

Miss Watson cleared most of the enemies with one magazine.

"Well done." Steve stepped forward again, hurling his shield, which ricocheted off four robots, before retrieving it with the directional magnetic device mounted on his arm. This made Miss Watson want to playfully sabotage them with the magnetic beam. It must have been hilarious to watch Steve, looking so embarrassed, run to retrieve the shield.

After destroying this wave of Ultron clone robots, Steve led Miss Watson back. The road surface had become bumpy due to the earthquake, and many places were directly broken. The man had to slow down to avoid accidentally stepping into something stuck.

As for Miss Watson, she could run freely without any difficulty.

"I just watched you fight, Watson."

At this moment, Tony Stark joined the communication channel. Even though he was fighting the Ultron Army, he did not prevent him from maintaining his usual speaking style: "I have to say, your shooting skills impressed me. Clint should be happy to make friends with you..."

"Um, who is Clint?" Miss Watson asked knowingly.

"Clint Barton, codenamed 'Hawkeye', is the best marksman among us. He likes to use a bow and arrow, and his effectiveness is just as good as your pistol." Steve answered on Tony's behalf: "If you had joined us earlier, Clint always likes to show off his skills to us."

"Oh, Hawkeye, cool code name."

Miss Watson pulled out the Wildey pistol and began to examine the hot barrel, counting the bullets she had left. "He sounds like a respectable warrior. I like to talk to people like him. Is he here too?"

"He should have been here."

Steve, who was running ahead, remained silent. War Machine Rhodes was the one who answered. However, Miss Watson didn't understand. She even complained about Rhodes's lack of clarity. "Um, hey, Mr. Rhodes, why do you say that? Where's Clint?"

"Because Clint died."

After Iron Man Tony finished speaking, there was a moment of dead silence in the communication channel.

The city of Sokovia, with its power cut off, appeared dark in the night sky, with only the fire scenes emitting lights. The exchange of fire at the evacuation points on the edge of the city was the most conspicuous. The Iron Legion and the Ultron Legion had already fought each other thoroughly.

It's just that Miss Watson doesn't have the energy to focus on that.

She was devastated by the news of Hawkeye's death.

How could Hawkeye be the one dead? Shouldn't it be Quicksilver Pietro, Scarlet Wanda's brother? How did the plot of this world turn out like this? She suddenly recalled the puzzling words she had heard from the Ancient One in this world when she had previously spoken to him.

"I think I know the reason. She wants you to relax and help me."

Please help me by the way.

Is this what you mean?

What is happening in this world?

"I'm sorry." With so many thoughts tangled in her mind for a while, Miss Watson almost forgot the most basic courtesy response and hurriedly said it on the communication channel.

"It's okay. You didn't understand the situation anyway." Steve slowed down his pace and waited until Miss Watson caught up. He reached out and patted her shoulder, then redirected the conversation: "Listen everyone, we need to check again to see if there are any survivors in the city and make sure everyone can board the aircraft carrier."

"I've already scanned it, no..."

Tony's voice grew serious. "Wait, bad news, guys. Ultron has used mind control to lure dozens of civilians hostage. The location is in the forest northwest of the city. Scanners show that the energy fluctuations of the Mind Stone are also there. Ultron must be trying to force us to disperse our forces."

"Have you found Natasha? What's the city's altitude like now?"

"No, I'd rather she's in the forest too. The pressure in the Central Cathedral is already high enough," Tony replied. "Sokovian City is already approaching 10,000 feet in altitude. If this upward trend continues, civilians will experience altitude sickness within minutes."

"Sorry, please move aside, please move aside..."

Refugees began to gather in groups ahead. With Sokovia's power outage and little lighting at night, Steve had to carefully navigate his way through the crowds. "We have limited manpower. We need to ensure the safe evacuation of civilians while securing the city's central cathedral. We need to complete these two tasks first, and leave the rest for later."

It really is the Mind Gem.

Miss Watson did not participate in the discussion. She focused on analyzing the information she had just heard. Since the Mind Stone was still in Ultron's hands, the birth of Vision lacked the prerequisite - in this universe, the superhero Vision might not exist at this stage.

The question is: Who can separate Ultron's consciousness from the Internet?

If this guy can still parasitize on the Internet and control any number of clone robots at will, then what is the point of destroying these Ultron clones in Sokovia now? Even if the situation is unfavorable, Ultron can even lie dormant and wait for the opportunity to make a comeback.

"Watson!" Steve's voice brought Miss Watson back to reality: "We need to speed up and stay focused. The battlefield is just ahead!"

"Oh, okay." Miss Watson pulled out her Wildey pistol. She had just counted one round and found she had less than seventy rounds left. Just then, she saw a soldier on the human defense line holding a PKM general-purpose machine gun and approached him. "Hello, can I use this gun?"

"...This is heavy! How can you lift it?" The soldier had never seen the combat prowess Miss Watson had just displayed; he only knew Captain America. But as soon as he finished speaking, Miss Watson lifted him up by his arms, lifting him three or four times before putting him back on the ground. "I'm very strong."

"Lend it to her, soldier."

Steve's face was full of laughter and tears: "Please believe me, this gun will play a greater role in her hands."