Igor's matter came to an end, and Watson decided to give himself a vacation. He didn't go back to meet Ghost and Beltway, but to adjust his state first.

After all, in the game's plot, the Caucasus Mountains only began to show signs of biochemical infection after 2000, and the base would not run away. Moreover, whether old man Spencer was there or not, he could find his traces by devouring memory fragments, such as the commander Sergei Vladimir.

Having connections is one thing, being a confidant is another. Spencer does not have many people who are loyal to him. After the death of his confidant Sergei, the old man was desperate and entrusted the important task to another "confidant" he had trained. As a result, the other party ran away with the money and resources.

Therefore, if there really is such a base, it is probably the last hope to change his fate. Spencer can run away, but Sergei will definitely not be able to escape.

It is more important to ease your mental state.

Late at night, Watson made two consecutive transfers.

It took many twists and turns to arrive at the designated location.

After handing over the incubator containing Igor's head card to the intelligence team, Watson quietly turned back into Madame Viper, pretending to listen to the intelligence team's report, and instructed them to return to Bratislava to report to Fatty Gerard. She then turned back into her original form, opened the portal through the ring and went to Kamar-Taj.

It's just dawn here.

In early February, the Himalayas are still covered in snow, with only the flowers blooming in the narrow gaps secretly telling of the breath of spring.

For Kamar-Taj, there will be another big event in a dozen days.

Spring Festival.

Compared to Christmas, the mages here clearly prefer Eastern culture.

Last year, the Spring Festival was on February 2th. At that time, Miss Watson was far away in Romania, fighting wits and courage with evil creatures in a village. She also kidnapped the puppeteer Donna Benevento and transformed Countess Achina and the three sisters Lala Lala as black light servants. This year, the Spring Festival date changed to February 28th. It was really a coincidence. Watson had a good opportunity to join in the fun.

After all, he had not attended the Spring Festival in Kamar-Taj since World War II. Now he could finally participate and see if he could ease his bad mood. After hastily responding to the inquiries of Master Hamill and Master Wang, Watson walked towards his room covered in dust.

The door was closed and weapons and equipment fell to the ground one after another.

The dusty military uniform was also taken off, and the original body appeared in the dressing mirror.

Watson looked closely at his own face.

Light blond shoulder-length hair, light purple eyes, tender red lips, soft facial lines... She looks the same, but there seems to be something different.

There is a sense of brokenness.

It looked like it could collapse at any time, without any trace of life, but like a mask, with something unspeakable lurking underneath. Watson knew what it was, two blood lines crawled from the corners of the mouth to the roots of the ears, and the lower half of the face was split into a bloody mouth with sharp teeth all over it, which looked particularly hideous and terrifying.

With just this one move, the face in the mirror no longer looked human, and even the still flawless white body with beautiful curves was completely mislead by this inhuman bloody mouth. Watson had a strong resistance in his heart, but he did not stop, allowing the jaw of the bloody mouth to continue to separate, the flesh lost its disguise, and quickly spread downwards.

In a moment, the entire chest split apart, forming a huge scarlet mouth full of sharp teeth.

unprecedented.

He suddenly convulsed violently.

The horrible abnormality quickly subsided, reorganizing into white and smooth skin, and a beautiful face was restored to its original state in just a few seconds. But Watson had already fallen to his knees, and the mirror could no longer see the whole face, only a hunched figure.

“Oh…oh…cough cough——!”

With his hands shaking, he pressed on the floor and clenched them into fists. Watson retched, and his throat kept surging, but he couldn't spit anything out. He could only gasp for air, completely forgetting the time until the strange feeling gradually subsided, and then he slowly raised his upper body.

The wooden floor had been scratched with fingertips.

Watson stopped looking at the mirror and lay on the bed facing the old ceiling, just like he had done in the helicopter. But even after half a day, his depressed state of mind did not ease at all, but became even more uncomfortable because of the stimulation just now.

He couldn't tell how he felt.

It just feels uncomfortable.

Boom boom boom!

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

"... Wait for me to put on my clothes." Watson didn't even bother to ask who was outside. He hummed weakly and slowly climbed out of bed and went to the closet. There were only a few clothes that men could wear, but they were all military uniforms, and he didn't want to touch them at all.

Most of the stock belonged to a certain cow, so of course she couldn't wear them all. The only option was the folded maid outfit in the corner. When they went to the Hell dimension to cover the retreat of the Kamar-Taj team, Miss Watson's body was stained with a lot of blood and flesh of Hell creatures. Logically, she should have disposed of the clothes, but the wizards cleaned up this set of clothes and sent it back.

If it had been an ordinary monk's robe, it would have been thrown into the fire by now. However, the materials of the maid outfit specially customized by Mrs. Peggy were naturally not cheap. In addition, Miss Watson fought the enemy single-handedly, so everyone was willing to help her.

Although...not necessary.

The guests were waiting outside the door. Watson didn't hesitate too much and skillfully rolled up the stockings and put them on his legs.

He now really likes this kind of brainless work.

A moment later, a maid in a custom-made miniskirt and white silk stockings stood in front of the mirror, laced up her low-heeled leather shoes, and then walked to open the door with drooping eyelids: "Sorry for the wait."

The woman outside the door had her hands behind her back, smiling and saying nothing.

"...something?"

Miss Watson looked at the other person calmly, then suddenly blinked: "Oh, you're just in time, please come in."

"I haven't seen you dressed like this in a long time."

Ms. Yao looked at her outfit with interest. The woman was still wearing an orange monk's robe, but her face seemed younger and her wrinkles were not as obvious as before. Her condition was somewhat similar to Peggy's, except that the latter looked younger.

"You came just in time. I was so upset just now that I forgot about it." Miss Watson didn't bother to observe the changes in Master Ancient One's face. She sat on the bed consciously and put her long white silk legs together calmly. "I need to sleep now. Please help me sleep."

"You want some sleep?"

Master Ancient One looked at her outfit with interest: "It seems that you are in a really bad mood."

"So what? Are you going to help or not?" Miss Watson muttered as she stood up. She naturally crossed her arms and frowned. Her tender red lips were slightly pursed. Coupled with her sad light purple eyes, she looked... cute and easy to bully.

“Not every problem can be solved by sleeping.”

Ms. Yao looked amused and reached out to ruffle Miss Watson's hair: "You're more likable this way. Do you want to tell me about it?"

"Okay, do you like being a confidant recently? But I really just want to have a good sleep now." Miss Watson turned her head away. Although her face looked a little awkward, she did not break free and let the woman's hand continue to touch her head: "Why? How about I give these guns on the ground to..."

"That's fine."

Before she could finish her words, Master Ancient One pulled back his arm, and Miss Watson immediately lost consciousness and collapsed forward into her arms, being gently supported by that hand.

The door closed quietly behind her and locked automatically. The curtains were pulled down by invisible hands, and the noise outside was immediately blocked. The woman picked up Miss Watson by the waist and slowly put her on the bed. She was taking off her black maid's leather shoes when she suddenly saw Miss Watson tremble all over as if she had been electrocuted.

Her eyelids were still closed, as if she was in a nightmare, her brows were slightly furrowed, and her lips were slightly parted as if she wanted to speak. The Ancient One placed the shoes, paused for a moment, reached out and touched Miss Watson's forehead, and the Eye of Agamotto hanging on his chest began to operate, emitting bursts of bright green light.

Kara!

There was a slight sound nearby.

He rolled up the RPK light machine gun with the levitating cloak and tried to tidy up the dusty clothes and weapons on the ground, but after receiving a look from Ancient One, he obediently hung himself on the clothes hanger.

"Ho!"

Miss Watson shuddered again.

She curled up into a ball, her head completely off the pillow, only her left hand subconsciously clasped the arm of the Ancient One. After a while, the Eye of Agamotto gradually returned to its original state, and the woman gazed at the beautiful profile and sighed softly.

The person on the bed suddenly half opened his eyes, revealing a pair of scarlet pupils. The Ancient One did not move, but just stared at them. Miss Watson slowly raised her upper body, but unlike the violent reaction long ago that was enough to demolish a house, she did not move again at this moment.

Dead silence.

Master Ancient One stretched out his left hand.

His fingertips touched Miss Watson's face like a dragonfly skimming the water, and finally the whole palm gently covered it. The movement was smooth and natural, as if he was not worried at all about attracting an attack from the other party.

If there was a third pair of eyes at the scene, they would definitely be able to spot the abnormality.

The woman's face was already covered with black lines, spreading out from her eyes to her jaw.

The usual light red lip color also turned completely dark.

Extremely weird.

As her left hand slowly retracted, Miss Watson followed the hand like a puppet being pulled forward and slowly crawled into the woman's arms. The Ancient One began to stroke her light golden hair, and Miss Watson finally calmed down and buried her face completely in the woman's chest.

Outside the window, the morning light from the Himalayas poured into the room, spreading from the ceiling downwards, and soon depicted two embracing human figures on the wall. External sounds gradually came in, shouting from the direction of the martial arts field, and people passing by talking. It was another quiet morning.

The two people on the bed were nowhere to be seen.