The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

More than an hour later, Yuri took Watson on a military transport plane and flew to the Republic of Dagestan east of Chechnya. They stayed in the sky for most of the day until the sun set, and then landed at a military base on the western border of the Republic of Dagestan.

It almost goes around the northern border of Chechnya.

Looking at the large group of soldiers, armed helicopters and armored vehicles outside the window, Watson continued to install bulletproof plates on his tactical vest. The Deathstroke armor is indeed highly recognizable, so this time he brought regular equipment, wearing thicker clothes inside and adding two more bulletproof plates. After putting on the full set of equipment, Watson finally looked like a soldier.

Add a black face scarf with a skull pattern on it and it becomes a bit creepy.

Before, judging from the camouflage uniform, he was just a skinny otaku who hid at home and bought a tactical vest online for role-playing. At least except for Yuri who had witnessed the fighting power of Deathstroke with his own eyes, no one else on the plane had a good impression of this handsome boy.

Especially Igor.

He had only one thought: Where did this young master come from?

Carrying a gun and going to the battlefield to experience life?

Wearing such a thick set of cold-proof underwear under the camouflage uniform, aren't you afraid that it will affect your movements? You will definitely sweat and become dehydrated after running a few kilometers. The straps are so tight that your legs and feet will probably go numb soon, right? Not to mention the knee and elbow pads, you also need to wear shoulder pads? Are you going to hit the door with your shoulders...

As a military non-commissioned officer turned arms dealer, Igor did similar things when he first started his business, providing tanks, armored vehicles and light weapons to the children of wealthy families. For a while, he went to serve tourists from the East and even set up a Cold War military park.

If I hadn't committed a crime later...

Seeing Slade Wilson walking to the gunship and looking around like a curious baby, Igor couldn't help but approach Yuri: "Boss, are you sure you got the right person?"

"When have I ever joked about work? Especially when it comes to assassinating an enemy."

Yuri took out a cigarette from his pocket and glanced at him unhappily. "Do you think I'm joking? What a joke. I've been preparing this revenge plan since I escaped from Brazil. If he dares to collude with the federals to plot against me, I will join forces with the Russians to kill him. He dared to take the initiative and hasn't killed me yet. This time, I will definitely take his life."

Watson, who was more than ten meters away, heard all these words.

Good hearing is good.

He was more concerned about the Mi-24 attack helicopter in front of him, which NATO called "Hind".

It is said that Soviet-made weapons and equipment are big, black and crude, but the Hind helicopter is a complete exception. Its entire shape reveals a strong sense of oppression. The two tandem cockpits seem a bit deformed at first glance, but if you look at them more, you can appreciate the aesthetic ideas that the Slavs have poured into them.

Of course, a similar example is the Soviet fighter jets.

Each one is more elegant than the other.

When I was a kid I did think female deer were pretty ugly.

Watson had seen Lannister International's Hind helicopters before in Albania, and was impressed by their fierce firepower that blew up the Illyrian gangs. Although the Hind helicopter is not advanced in terms of current military technology, it is inexpensive and has a large output. It is still used as the main rotorcraft in many third world countries. Even after more than a decade, there are still many modernization and upgrading plans for it.

"Do you want to take off for a spin?"

Yuri walked behind Watson and put on an extremely familiar and warm smile. "Or if you want to buy one to play with, I can also give you a wholesale price. In view of our upcoming cooperation, I can help with the logistics of any third world country. Of course, if you want to put it in the Federation, it will be more difficult."

Look, look.

What is a big arms dealer?

Just invite people to the military base to experience it, and if they like it, they can pay and get the goods directly. How many years will it take for you, Ophelia, to catch up?

Watson complained about Mrs. Viper in his heart: "I'm just curious about its complicated dashboard."

"Oh, that's what Soviet planes look like."

Hearing Watson's words, Yuri laughed: "But in fact, after flying, you don't need to care about most of the instruments unless they make any noise. Look here, this is the fuel level, this shows the altitude and level, nothing else..."

"Thank you, but someone is here to see you." Watson noticed that two officers were approaching this side and reminded Yuri. The man stopped explaining and nodded to Watson: "Hey, leave it to me. We have made it clear on the plane before, right?"

"of course."

"Palyosha!" Yuri called out the name of one of the officers and walked towards him with a smile.

"Hey! Yuri, you bastard, why aren't you dead yet?" Palyosha was a tall, slightly skinny Slavic uncle. His smile seemed forced, making the wrinkles on the sides of his cheeks even more glaring. "I heard that you were attacked in Brazil?"

"Yes, the hotel killers and mercenaries attacked me several times. I almost couldn't come back!" Yuri obviously ignored the part about the Federation Navy destroyer attacking the freighter: "I fully support your action this time. Don't tell me you don't have confidence."

"Is it him? The Slade you mentioned?" Palyosha glanced at Watson, who was wrapped tightly from head to toe, and hesitated for a few seconds before saying, "Why, is this the Olympic shooting champion? Or did you find him from some unit? How many of this guy do you know... Wait, he can't be a federal?"

"Slade is not a Federation man."

Yuri patted Palyosha on the shoulder and said, "Well, I usually only sell arms, and I really haven't done this kind of thing before, but I guarantee that Slade is the elite among the elites. Just send him and your people to the target point. Don't worry, he can speak Russian, so there will be no problem with communication."

As he said that, he took the man in his arms and walked in front of Watson: "Slade, this is Palyosha, the on-site commander of this operation, and also my old comrade-in-arms! I almost married his sister, hehe..."

"Don't mention this shit again!"

Palyosha elbowed Yuri directly, then turned to Watson, frowned and looked at him for a while, then looked at Yuri: "I don't like him, he is wrapped so tightly, no one would dress like this, do you know what we call this way of dressing? We call him Belikov, a person in a cocoon, only daring to show his big nose."

"For your safety, sir."

Watson shook his head and said in Russian: "You'd better not see my face."

Igor, who was a few steps away, turned his head when he heard this.

Even though he tried to hide it, Watson noticed the moment of disdain.

"For my safety?"

At this moment, Palyosha chuckled, turned around and left without saying anything more.

Yuri gave Watson a look, signaling him to follow him. The two of them walked behind the officers and entered a huge hangar a hundred meters away.

Next to a four-engine propeller transport plane, a dozen soldiers were chatting and fiddling with weapons and equipment on a long table. When they saw someone coming in, they looked up, then turned their gaze back when they saw an officer they knew inside.

Watson noticed that in the middle of these long tables stood a large wooden board, covered with photos and papers of all sizes, and with many Russian labels. On the other side, there were desks, piles of documents, computer screens, communication equipment, and people rushing around.

A special operations team.

Palyosha walked in with Yuri and went straight to several of the soldiers. At one moment, five or six mouths were chattering in Russian, which really tested Watson's level of Russian comprehension. He seldom spoke this language and mainly relied on the memories of former Soviet soldiers he had swallowed long ago.

Anyway, leaving the negotiation to Yuri, Watson simply found an empty table, put his equipment box on it, and started to take out the equipment one by one. This action attracted the attention of many soldiers, who soon realized that they had a new teammate and began to whisper to each other.

Every time Watson took equipment out of the box, the discussion would rise and fall.

By the time he took out the parts and started to assemble the KSVK bolt-action anti-material sniper rifle, the discussion became louder.

Several officers were also paying attention to Watson's movements.

"Slade!"

After another argument, Yuri waved to Watson.

"Has the exam started?"

Holstering a pistol, Watson walked slowly over.

"I made a bet with Palyosha. If you ask me, he will know what regret is soon." Several officers around him looked unhappy, but Yuri still had a joking expression and pointed to the exit on the other side of the hangar: "The shooting range is outside, do what you are good at, my friend."

"Great, I'll just calibrate my weapons." Watson went back to pick up his two main weapons and stuffed a few magazines into his tactical vest.

It was completely dark outside.

After reporting through the communicator, Paliosa drove two military trucks, carrying Watson, Yuri and the soldiers who had just followed, and drove to the shooting range a few kilometers away.

"Hey! How did you get this thing?"

The soldier next to him looked at Watson's KSVK and asked, "Didn't this thing just enter service two years ago? Which unit are you from?"

"For your safety, don't ask!"

An officer repeated what Watson had just said, causing everyone in the car to laugh.

......

Half an hour later.

Everyone stared at Slade in the center of the venue as if he were a monster.

The bullet casings, a dozen target papers and several metal plates that were pierced by bullets proved what had just happened. And his comrades - the best close combat experts in the team - were now in a somewhat embarrassed state. They all surrounded Slade and dared not move forward.

They didn't fall to the ground only because the other party held back.

The total crushing of strength and skill was so obvious that everyone could see it.

Slade just picked up someone with one hand and threw him to the ground. His teammates rushed over to grab him, but he twisted his waist and threw him away. Fortunately, there was grass under them, otherwise he would have suffered at least a concussion.

As for the shooting competition, those metal plates could only be damaged by weapons of the caliber of heavy machine guns, but Slade used the RPK light machine gun to shoot through a point. The most terrifying thing was that the shooting distance was a hundred meters away, and there was no new damage to other parts of the metal plate, which meant that all the bullets hit that hole.

And that KSVK.

No one wants to see it anymore, that's enough.

The whole place was in complete silence until Palyosha shouted, "That's enough! Rest where you are!"

Several soldiers besieging Slade relaxed and quietly retreated back into the crowd.

"Yuri! Who the hell is this Slade?"

Palyosha grabbed the excited Yuri and said, "He is definitely not Russian! I can recognize his accent. Where did you find such a person?"

"First, tell me whether he is capable enough."

"Enough! Cyka (Russian swear word)! Isn't it okay that I lost?" Palyosha took out his cigarette box and stuffed it into Yuri's hand with a distressed look on his face: "Hurry up and tell me!"

"Don't ask."

Yuri shook his head and said sincerely, "The reason I was able to get him to do this is because I know him much less than he knows me. Do you understand me? Now I have to talk to him. I'm afraid he's upset. Close combat testing is not within the scope of what we just agreed on."

After saying that, he patted his old comrade's arm, turned around and walked towards Slade. At this time, there was a large space around him, and no one dared to approach him. "Hey! Strong man, how do you feel? You scared everyone. Look, I won a treasure."

"When you said we were going to land here, I thought you were going to turn yourself in."

Watson declined the cigarette Yuri offered him, packed up his things and walked out: "Didn't you piss off the Russians last time?"

"A position is a position, a business is a business, and I am willing to pay."

The man smiled and lit a cigarette, then looked back at the soldiers who were talking. "Didn't I tell you before? I was born in Ukraine, but I also have Russian citizenship... Well, I have citizenship of many countries. The incident in Brazil was indeed thrilling, but I solved it later. You know, the Russian military is not very united."

"So everything is alright now, right?"

“Of course!” Yuri raised his hands with his palms open in surrender. “Everything went smoothly, just as we planned. And I have to admit that your performance is amazing. You really don’t want to consider it? I think we will really be a good pair.”

"That topic is over. There is no need to discuss it anymore."

"......All right."

Yuri's expression was somewhat regretful. "In fact, given our relationship, it's normal for us to interact with each other. If you have business or need help in the future, feel free to contact me... Hey, Slade, Igor was here before, so I couldn't say some things. You know my attitude."

"I've said it before, you don't need to emphasize it, I only came to you for that head." Watson stopped and tried to stop Yuri from continuing to speak: "As for what you did, I don't care as long as it has nothing to do with me. After all, who isn't a bad person?"

"Yes, you are absolutely right." Yuri smiled and shook his head: "I hope I can meet that person in the future. I am really curious about what kind of person can attract you to work for her."

"If you had seen her once..."

Watson threw the gun into the truck. "You probably don't want to see her again."