The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

In the deserted troubled area, the gun battle continued, but there was one less participant.

Although the police don't know anything about it.

The vampire gangs are not all composed only of vampires. The human "Hagui clan" who long for immortality are also an essential part. After all, vampires always need someone to do things in the sun, especially when it comes to business-related tasks. Most human shops are open during the day, and most human officials work during the day, so they can't always wait until midnight.

Several Hagui tribesmen were driven ahead by their leaders to serve as cannon fodder, and they soon lay down.

This is Felicia's victory.

Since experiencing the excitement of the Reaper incident, she has been actively training for more than half a year and has almost become a permanent customer at the professional tactical shooting range. In terms of shooting accuracy alone, not to mention that it can match professional special forces, it can still be compared with the special police in the bureau. And because of their frequent interactions, Felicia's equipment level has begun to match that of the SWAT police.

However, as she continued to fight, she noticed something was wrong with a few guys on the opposite side.

Why didn't he fall down when he was obviously shot?

Felicia was sure that she had hit her target more than once, but the opponent could still raise his weapon to resist. The blonde policewoman didn't know any secrets about the Vampire Clan. The scene before her eyes could only remind her of the Reapers in her nightmares. The terrifying slit mouth like a hell demon, and the scene of his companion howling and mutating into a monster, seemed to appear before his eyes again.

And this time, the other party even learned to use weapons?

What kind of creatures are they?

"I think I lost too much blood..."

Police officer Taylor sat down with his back against the wall and looked weakly at his temporary female partner. The other party was still fighting with the enemy with an M4 carbine. The gunfire at the scene had weakened a lot for some reason. The two men took the opportunity to rush into the smoke and rescue the civilians.

But a stray bullet hit him anyway.

Felicia threw Taylor into a safe corner, then ran out to confront the enemy. Although the blonde policewoman is usually reckless, she will not rush into a crowd alone. Before reinforcements arrived, she wanted to stay here so that she could feedback the enemy's position at any time.

It happened that the rescued civilians needed care, so Taylor simply gave up his main weapon to his partner.

"Report quickly! They are approaching here!"

The blonde policewoman turned her head and shouted at Taylor, her eyes already projecting a murderous look: "That wound of yours is just a scratch! A bullet scratch! Don't look like you're going to die! Hurry up! Report! We may need to evacuate... Damn it!"

Before he finished speaking, the situation suddenly changed.

Without the restraint of the foreign vampire combat team, perhaps because they were hit too many times by the policewoman, several gang gunmen suddenly rushed over. Their upper bodies were basically stained red with blood, but their agile movements were not damaged at all. In just a few seconds, the distance between the two sides was quickly reduced to more than ten meters.

It’s too late to leave!

The policewoman's nerves were tense to the extreme.

"Taylor! Take that unconscious woman and hide!"

boom!

Another bullet was shot out, causing blood on a guy's shoulder. Several gang gunmen burst into loud laughter, as if they were mocking the woman in front of them for not overestimating her abilities.

Shot 29.

With her eyes fixed on the target, she raised the M4 carbine slightly with her shoulders, and the empty magazine was released. Felicia quickly grabbed the new magazine placed on the front cover of the car. The 30th bullet was already in the gun chamber, ready to be fired, and the firing pin roared out with a powerful blow. The next second, another accomplice popped up from the new magazine.

"Don't be so enthusiastic! Beauty, let's take our time!"

A hoarse shout reached her ears, Felicia's eyes tightened, and several figures leaping high appeared in the sky directly in front of them. The speed of this jump was unexpected. The policewoman's first reaction was to reach out and touch the Remington M870 next to her leg.

boom!

The shotgun blast hit the triumphant face, and the huge impact knocked one of the men with yellow hair and tattoos backwards. His knees hit the roof of the car, and then he rolled forward and lay on the ground in embarrassment.

Felicia failed to fire a second shot.

A big foot kicked hard on the chest. The policewoman was kicked back two or three meters, and her back fell heavily on the snowy road.

"Hahahaha!!! I poured the most delicious thing!!!"

"You are the worst piece of trash!!!"

"Get out of here! It's so embarrassing!"

The harsh laughter still did not stop. Several gang gunmen did not attack immediately. Instead, they continued to laugh around the accomplice who was lying on the ground. Huang Mao, whose face was sprayed by shotguns, quickly got up. There were more than a dozen blood holes on that ferocious face, which made people's scalp tremble just by looking at it. He walked towards the policewoman, shaking his head as if he was drunk:

"You hurt me, Bxtch..."

His answer was a few bullets.

The muzzle flash of the M4 carbine came one after another.

Just as Felicia stood up and shot a few bullets, she was hit in the stomach with a fist. Several gang gunmen standing behind Huang Mao suddenly cheered. Some even felt that it was not enough and began to smash the glass window of the police car with the butt of their rifle. They were not professional soldiers in the first place. By now, the battle was going on and they were basically getting carried away with their emotions, and they no longer even cared about the identity of the other party as a police officer.

Although they had been killed by the Sun Walker blades for more than half a month and were running around everywhere, the blessing of Yongye still made them think that they were superior to others. Just like those spiritual foreigners who admire the Federation, once they really go out, no matter how miserable they are, they still look down on their former compatriots in their hearts.

"Teach her a lesson! Rookie!"

"Let her understand what lower creatures are!"

Amidst the hoarse shouts, the man dodged the dagger and knocked down the policewoman again with a fist. Seeing that the woman under him began to cough up blood, he couldn't wait to reach out and unbutton his pants: "What do you mean by saying that men are not easy to mess with? First let you see how powerful I am, and then I will suck every drop of your blood... ..”

There was a deafening gunshot.

The remaining words were interrupted in Huang Mao's throat.

Felicia was lying on the ground half turned over, holding the 8-inch Colt Python revolver in her palm. The powerful .44 Magnum bullet only fires one round, and the man's pants no longer need to be unbuttoned.

The originally noisy scene was deathly silent.

Taylor, the policeman hiding in the corner, did not dare to move. He glanced at the unconscious civilian who was shot, tightened his hold on the intercom and continued to report the situation quietly. Naturally, the first person to break the silence was a scream. The yellow-haired man with a hole in his lower body was blinded. He covered his crotch and bent down. He stumbled back a few steps and fell to his knees.

"Uhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!"

The scream was miserable, but the laughter that followed was even louder.

"Hahahaha! Idiot!! Look at that idiot!!"

"He was actually being played by a woman! He is simply the most embarrassing vampire in New York!"

His companions standing a few meters away were not shocked at all by this tragic situation, but instead laughed even crazier. For them, vampires can easily re-grow any body part except their head. Therefore, the longer a mixed blood (referring to a non-pure blood race) has been in the industry, the more serious their play will usually be. Whenever someone in the gang is accidentally injured, most of the friends he sees will mainly laugh at him.

Felicia kicked Huang Mao away, stood up and hid in the car beside her.

For a moment, the policewoman turned her head and saw the distorted faces with extreme excitement. The long scarlet tongue trembled on the fangs, and the fishy saliva spewed out was clearly visible. Against the backdrop of harsh laughter, the image is imprinted into the depths of my mind like a carving pen. She understood that starting from today, her nightmares at night might have one more element.

But that doesn't stop what the policewoman is about to do.

A warm ball rolled between the yellow-haired man's legs. The other man had no spare time to react at this time, and his entire attention was occupied by the shattered lower body. In fact, even if he recognized what this thing was, it was too late. Felicia counted the seconds.

boom! ! !

The fire lasted only for a moment, followed by a large cloud of smoke and dust kicked up by the shock wave and fragments. The yellow-haired man in the center bore the brunt of the pain, and the pain in his lower crotch completely disappeared. His body felt relaxed for a long time, and he just lay motionless on the road. At least until the whole butt grows back, there is no need to worry about men anymore.

"You want to play like this..."

Huddled behind the hood of the car, the policewoman held the Colt Python in one hand and pulled open the outer combat magazine belt with the other hand to take out several grenades. The heart in the bulletproof vest was beating violently. She breathed in the cold air, put her thumb in the grenade ring and began to mutter to herself: "Then I still have a few 'eggs' that can be used. Do you like it, assholes? "

When the Reapers drove her away from her companions in the hospital, Felicia once put her back to the operating room door and fought to the death. Fortunately, she succeeded in the end.

Unfortunately, she was still alone this time.

The laughter around them stopped.

Like a wonderful comedy show, the tune suddenly changed. Several vampire gunmen looked at each other with even some shock on their faces.

"Um... let's deal with her quickly?"

A bald man with earrings raised his gun, his tone a little uncertain.

"Yeah, let's do it. This girl has a lot of stuff on her. Pay attention to the grenades and shoot her in the head." The other person who smashed the police car with the butt of his gun also stopped. After a while, everyone They were all done venting, and a trace of rationality began to return: "After fighting for so long, the police must be on the way. We'd better deal with it quickly, and then drag away the fool who was blown in half."

"Yes."

One person licked the corners of his blood-red mouth: "I'll be the first to come later! I'm bleeding too much today and I'm thirsty."

The vampire gunmen jumped out of the police car and marched swaggering towards the car where Felicia was hiding. However, this time, a red laser was shot out from the smoke of the grenade explosion, and it was firmly pointed at the chest of one of the gunmen.

"Guys, something seems wrong..."

Before he finished speaking, more than a dozen red lasers were aimed at them.

----------

The perspective shifts to Watson.

Carrying the blade to an underground parking lot, the old man Whistler finally appeared in a dilapidated van.

"Not bad, can you speak English now?"

Whistler leaned his head sideways and smiled at Watson. He just heard a young male voice coming from the phone. At first, the old man was a little different, but he soon understood that it was the beautiful boy talking to him.

"Ich werde nicht (German: I don't know)."

Watson rolled his eyes and helped the big black man into the passenger seat, while he and Nessa climbed into the back seat of the van. Whistler didn't care and stepped on the accelerator. The car floor, which smelled strongly of plastic, suddenly began to vibrate violently. After a jolt, the dazzling neon lights appeared outside the car window again. As the light shone into the car, Dao Feng had already closed his eyes and fell into silence again.

No one spoke.

The van finally merged into the heavy traffic on the streets of New York. This place was far away from the scene of the shooting, and everyone acted as if nothing happened. A series of huge neon signs stand high on the floor. If you change the tone to pink, Watson will feel like he has returned to London's red light district full of desire.

He glanced sideways at Nisha.

She also had her eyes closed. This woman had not spoken since getting in the car.

It's just that the evil smile on the corner of his mouth didn't stop until he got in the car. Watson could only roll his eyes all the way. Now that he finally had some quiet time, he didn't want to take the initiative to tease the other person again. Nisha's straight shots came one after another. If he said anything back to her, Watson was afraid that he would be waiting for a sentence, "You actually still care about me, right?"

And if Nesa really asked that, she already knew the answer from Watson's previous performance.

If he wants to prevent the opponent from performing like this again, Watson actually knows exactly what he should do.

That is a righteous rejection.