The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

(Note: The contents of this chapter are purely fictional and exaggerated. If you are unfortunately hijacked by a gangster holding an external hammer pistol in reality, readers must cherish your life, trust the handling of the police professionals, and do not imitate Miss Watson in this chapter. operate.)

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What the New York police have always done is cowardice.

When encountering gunmen, as long as the situation is not particularly critical, patrol officers will try to evacuate surrounding civilians and then delay the call for reinforcements. Frontal attacks are usually handled by special service teams such as SWAT, but for hostage-taking incidents, even more caution is required, and a stalemate that lasts for a whole day is not impossible. Of course, if the time comes to shoot, the police will empty the magazine without hesitation.

Miss Watson was afraid of this sort of thing.

If a bullet hits me, do I have to pretend to be dead on the spot and escape from the body bag while the ambulance is on the way... No, the police must confirm it first after preparing the scene. Because of my identity, they would definitely take off my scarf before taking my body away, and then my face would be directly exposed.

This doesn't work.

Time was running out, and she even felt that the place would be surrounded in the next second.

In the past, on the battlefield, I could always kill all witnesses. But this time the police are not the enemy, and if they are ignored and massacred in a scene with a large number of surveillance cameras and peripheral civilian witnesses, the whole New York City will definitely have their nerves exploded tonight. It took a lot of effort to disappear from Hydra's sight. Miss Watson can hide everything she can now, and she will be cautious until her comprehensive strength is developed.

Why is this bitch so heavy?

The perspective shifted to the tattooed man, who was strangling the woman's neck. The man used a lot of strength to maintain his balance. When he was dragging the opponent just now, he even suspected that he was carrying a sandbag with one hand. The black gangster didn't know that this was the result of the 'hostage' deliberately moving to cooperate with him. Miss Watson felt that the current location was still not remote enough, and she wanted to go further in. By then, there would be far fewer witnesses and cameras at the scene, making it easier for her to disappear.

"Did you eat a barbell? You XI!@#%$#..."

The black gangster was swearing, and Felicia, who rushed to the scene, frowned and listened carefully, and finally confirmed his identity with the help of his tone and appearance: "You are Stokla, right? Are you Stokla? That's right. The man responsible for last month’s robbery of Fort Joy Pizza in Harlem…”

"It's Stokely! You idiot!"

When someone recognized his identity, the black gangster Stokely stopped pretending and pulled off his half-exposed mask: "I remember you! You damn woman, you kicked my ass until it still hurts!"

Felicia didn't say anything, but a policeman next to her spoke: "Don't get excited yet, we can solve it slowly, don't do anything stupid, okay?"

"Shut up! Back off! Back off!"

Holding up the old Smith & Wesson Model 10 revolver, Stokely pointed randomly at the three policemen, and then returned to Miss Watson's head the next second. The black gangster dragged her hard and continued to move into the alley, obviously still thinking about escaping: "All three of you, get out of here! Get out! Don't follow her again, or I will kill the hostage!"

Yeah!

Everybody get out! Everybody get out! It would be best to leave me and him alone! Miss Watson's eyes lit up, she opened her voice in cooperation, and cried in a sweet voice: "Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!! Don't shoot! Don't shoot! I beg you!!! Help!" ah!!"

Okay, that's a little gross...

The soprano was very harsh, and Miss Watson continued to howl for a few more times. The tattooed man couldn't bear it at first. He kept walking, but pressed the muzzle of the gun a little harder, and yelled close to her ear: "Shut up! I told you to shut up! Did you hear that? Shut up!"

Miss Watson said no more.

The current position is almost there.

It's a pity that my unsatisfactory body has still not evolved the poisonous ability of Mrs. Viper. Otherwise, I could quietly stun the gangster with my tentacles. At this moment, Miss Watson saw that of the three policemen who had taken a few steps back, two remained where they were, and the remaining policewoman with a hot figure continued to follow.

What is this going to do?

"Relax, Stokely."

Felicia took a deep breath and slowly lowered the muzzle of the gun. She spread a hand and wiped the blood on her face: "Relax, we can have a good talk."

No, don't hesitate, keep running away!

As soon as she heard this, Miss Watson knew that the policewoman in front of her was going to negotiate. But this was not good news for him at all. If the gangster hesitated and was dragged by the policewoman until reinforcements arrived, the plan just now would be ruined. Miss Watson was heartbroken and determined to take action. We can't delay any longer. There are only 4 people on the field now. If it doesn't work, we can think of a way to defeat them together.

Pretending to be strangled, she naturally raised her hands to her chest.

The classic police dialogue continued on the field:

"We can put down our weapons together, Stokely, don't be so nervous, there is no one else here. I have read your file. You are not bad in nature, in good health, and have no drug addiction. You can also find a manual job." ." Felicia's expression was sincere: "Do you understand what I mean? There is no need to make things worse. Your shot will not do anyone any good, especially yourself."

"Shut up!"

The black gangster still howled loudly and continued to pull Miss Watson into the alley: "Don't play tricks on me! You also stay back! Don't follow me!"

"You know that's impossible."

Shaking her head coldly, Felicia raised the Glock 19 again.

Click!

In response, Stokely cocked the hammer of his revolver.

Great, take a few more steps.

Miss Watson found a good opportunity. The two of them were now at a big corner. If the policewoman in front of them also walked in, her companion seven or eight meters away would not be able to see anything. The tattooed man looked obviously very nervous. In order not to irritate the gangster, the two policemen would not follow him immediately.

After exerting a little strength, the man behind him immediately lost his balance and continued to take half a step back.

Crunch!

The policewoman held the gun and her leather boots made a scraping sound on the smooth ground: "The entire Manhattan mobile police force is coming. You can't escape the encirclement, Stokely. Your accomplices are destined to die in prison. But you are different from them. You still have choices now. As long as you are willing, you can still live freely for a long period of your life in the future, and don’t do things that you will regret..."

Before Felicia could finish her words, she saw the female hostage stretch out a finger and jam it into the external hammer of the revolver in Stokely's hand!

Almost a knee-jerk reaction.

The policewoman let go of the gun handle and threw herself fiercely at Stokely in front of her. She could see the black man's pupils dilating, and he pulled the trigger hard with his right index finger, but the hammer that was supposed to strike the primer of the bullet and ignite the charge was helplessly blocked by a section of his finger.

Stokely screamed and was pushed to the ground, his pistol sliding aside. Felicia grabbed the other man's other wrist, clamped her slender legs around the man's arm, and made a direct cross. Taking advantage of the movement restrictions of the gangster and the policewoman, Miss Watson stood up and ran away. The red down jacket on her body was particularly eye-catching.

"Hey! Stop it! Damn it!"

"Felicia!"

The two police officers who heard the commotion rushed in with guns drawn, but saw the female hostage climb up the concrete wall with her bare hands and disappear on the other side. Felicia's eyes widened, and she grabbed the arm in her hand and broke it off: "You fucking bastard! You've colluded with your accomplices, haven't you?!"

"She is not my accomplice..."

The unlucky Stokely was held down by several hands and could only hum in his mouth.

......

Chinatown is very lively at night.

The streets and alleys were filled with more than a dozen police cars, and more were parked on the highway outside. Several ambulances had blue lights shining on their roofs, and they slowly got in through the narrow gaps. It was an absolutely terrifying day for visitors and residents of the neighborhood. But for the police, today is both an unlucky and lucky day.

"So you are here."

A man came to the open ambulance and found the policewoman Felicia, who was wearing a thin blanket. He was wearing a gray suit and a velvet coat, and his cigarette moved up and down as he spoke. If you put a top hat on your head, you will look like the mafia in the movie "The Godfather".

"team leader."

Felicia had no interest in talking, just said hello lightly, and then turned her eyes to the ground.

"Have your wounds been taken care of?"

"Just a few scratches and bruises, nothing affecting activity."

"That's good."

The captain sat down on an open space in the carriage with a smile on his face: "You did a great job today. There were no civilian casualties and no police officers died in the line of duty. Don't think too much. We have already done our job. The rest Just leave the matter to the superiors."

The policewoman shook her head: "One of them still ran away."

"I heard Harlan and the others briefly describe it, but after all, they were quite far away and didn't see the whole picture." The man took off his cigarette, turned his head and slowly exhaled a puff of smoke: "You were the only one who was there when it happened. You were the first to subdue the suspect at the scene, so...what exactly happened?"

This was a contraband trade that was broken by accident.

Or so it seems.

Today, the police arrested a total of 6 suspects. Except for Stokely, who fled the scene and took hostages, the remaining people had a fierce exchange of fire with the police in the basement, which ultimately resulted in 5 deaths and 2 injuries among the 3 suspects. Felicia was also one of the first officers to arrive at the scene. After she was injured in the crossfire, she even had a close fight with a suspect at the scene.

"I feel like we're being set up."

Felicia slowly took a sip of hot water: "The female hostage was very cunning, and she didn't show her strange behavior until the last moment. I didn't expect it at all. When I saw her reaching out to grab the gun, I still subconsciously pounced on her. I didn't You should do that. How would ordinary people know how to reach out and jam the hammer? Even if they knew, who would have the courage to put the muzzle of the gun against their head..."

She suddenly stopped her narration and laughed inexplicably: "You should really see it with your own eyes. The second after I threw the suspect down... it might have been three seconds, I can't remember clearly. The woman just crawled with her bare hands." We climbed up a wall. We measured it to be almost 10 feet high, which is definitely not something ordinary people can do easily. And the doctor just did an examination and found that Stokely's hand holding the gun may have a metacarpal fracture. Can you Can you imagine? How could a woman make a strong man like this with one hand? "

"Sounds like an agent, huh?"

The man made a joke, then stood up and patted the female subordinate on the shoulder: "Give me the evaluation report tomorrow, and then go home and rest. The police officers involved in this case all have vacation, and I especially applied for more You are granted 2 days, enjoy it, and you don’t have to worry about other things."

"Thanks, Jon."

"Oh yes!"

Captain Qiu En, who took a few steps away, turned back: "The next time we meet will be after the holidays, so I want to tell you in advance, Merry Christmas!"

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A few kilometers away from Chinatown.

The taillights of the cars were connected in a long line on the road. Pedestrians were in groups, laughing loudly to the melody of the music, and it was a scene of feasting and feasting. Christmas trees and colorful lights spread from store to store, creating a noisy and bustling atmosphere that was not affected by the shooting a few kilometers away.

A pair of short boots moved on the sidewalk.

The men looked at her secretly, while many girls on the roadside cast envious looks. This is really a pair of admirable slender legs, which have a good balance between plumpness and muscle. They look full of the healthy and energetic beauty of young women; wrapped in slightly translucent 40D black stockings Underneath, another kind of temptation arises. Continuing up the legs, there is a combination of a brown short windbreaker jacket, a tight warm fleece sweater and denim shorts.

Miss Watson felt angry when she thought of the clothes she had thrown into the trash can and burned.

It's all that stupid gangster's fault.

In order not to leave more clues to the surveillance cameras, she quickly entered a shopping mall after leaving Chinatown. It was not for nothing that she had absorbed so many special soldiers in the past. At least Miss Watson could easily hide herself among the noisy holiday shopping crowd. It took her just a few minutes to get herself dressed up.

It’s a bit funny, Miss Watson actually saw ‘herself’ on several posters.

That was Miss Watson in 1944, carrying an M1 Garand rifle on her shoulder.

I don’t know which design company had the idea, but based on the look of Miss Watson’s military cap, short windbreaker and black silk short boots, they came up with more than a dozen different color combinations. Choose between shorts and skirts as bottoms, and thickened styles are also available for winter. Fortunately, the artist who took over the drawing work was very thoughtful and added a lot of creative ideas to make modifications, and even changed the face of 'Miss Watson' to a different look.

Looking at the customers choosing clothes, Miss Watson felt a rare sense of shame.

Fortunately, Captain America is more famous than her. Steve's face is even printed on clothes, as well as Captain America-themed backpacks, toys and snowboards. The federal merchants have created a series of peripherals for this hero, the scale of which is not even inferior to the 'Barbie' series. Thinking of this, Miss Watson felt much better.

With the cold winter wind blowing, she continued to enjoy the rest of her vacation today.

How about getting some Christmas gifts for Michela and the others?