The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

A large plate of fresh steaks was served.

In the center of the table sat a tagine filled with stewed bones and an assortment of vegetables.

It was already 8:30 in the evening. Captain Luper, who had been busy all afternoon and didn't even have time to see off his teammates, finally showed up and invited Watson out for dinner. Given the decisive role he played in the operation, Mother Wolf was happy to treat him the entire time. Moreover, the woman had already discussed with the team members on the plane that Watson would get the largest part of the compensation this time.

About $20.

Why this Alanna Crowley was so valuable, Luper did not explain to Watson. But you must know that in the 90s, the purchasing power of the US dollar was still very strong. Not counting the bad luck of robbing the French branch of the Umbrella Company before, the current reward for this transaction is obviously higher than the average single income of his peers.

After more than a month, the stolen diamonds, jewelry and bearer bonds began to be sold one after another. When all these things are settled, it is expected to bring an income of about 60 US dollars to each Wolves player. Coupled with the 200 million that has been divided before, some people may already consider retiring or changing careers.

Watson thought the money would be more.

After all, the total price was initially estimated at 900 million.

However, Wolf Mother said that the actual money received by the mercenaries every year is actually only equivalent to two-thirds, or even one-half, of the total amount in the contract. One of the major reasons for this phenomenon is channel fees. The reason why the midstream industry can thrive is because middlemen have unique channels in their hands.

Don't underestimate these things.

A good middleman can solve many problems.

Just like this time, the Wolf Pack team can board the Mi-8 helicopter and travel normally in multiple anti-aircraft fire areas. The relationships involved up and down cannot be solved with a few pennies. In other words, just having money but no channels is not enough.

In addition, loot acquisition is also a science.

For example, a high-quality rough diamond will sell for a good price in the hands of downstream excavators; and when it is received by the middleman, its value can increase several times; finally, the rough diamond will be carefully polished and branded by a jeweler. If it were sold, it would be a sky-high price - at least for the price it was initially sold for, it would be an absolutely sky-high price.

You may make a small profit, but the merchant will never lose money.

It is not that no excavators have thought about selling directly to jewelers, but unfortunately, there is usually little chance for the two to meet. And when you try your best to contact a certain jeweler, a successful simple transaction will quickly make you want to stop making several times the profit; then you will focus on this and develop sales without knowing it. channel, and then found that he was already half a middleman.

Of course, there are exceptions to everything, and behemoths such as military contractors obviously don't need to worry about such details. So having said that, Luper is quite capable to grab such a high-paying task.

"My current plan is to take a break for about two months."

The French wife drank all the wine in the glass, picked up the saber and opened a bottle: "With so much money, no one will think about going to the battlefield too soon. Moreover, Victor needs a long recovery time. If by chance after two months When you encounter a suitable mission, you don’t have to take him with you.”

"OK then."

In two months, I can do a lot of things. Watson was thinking in his mind as he forked a large piece of meat and stuffed it into his mouth. The white and tender cheeks were suddenly stretched out, like a squirrel, and Luper couldn't help laughing: "The way you look now has nothing to do with your performance on the battlefield."

"You're not the first person to say something like this."

"And... I think you're cute the way you are. You don't mind me saying that, do you?"

Clap!

Watson bit off the chop in his mouth with a look of displeasure on his face: "No, I mind."

In order to avoid drawing attention to his face, he deliberately wore his hair on both sides tonight, and his bangs were completely let down, leaving only his mouth, nose and half of his eyes exposed. But this only makes those delicate lips more conspicuous, making people want to explore their true appearance. Especially after getting close, this sweet eating scene is so pleasing to the eye.

It was the first time that the wolf mother saw Watson in this way. She smiled and admired it for a while, and then asked: "You and Bertha have reconciled, right?"

"...sort of."

Why does this woman have such a weird look in her eyes?

Unable to help but raise his head, Watson saw the French wife's somewhat flushed cheeks, and then realized that the woman had now begun to move her head. Although the mercenaries eat meat and drink a lot, and it is normal for them to lose their temper when drunk, but now that Four Eyes has left early, Mother Wolf may feel a little uncomfortable tonight.

Maybe she'll find some romance?

But are there other women here?

Watson was thinking wildly in his mind, and noticed that the eyes of Luper opposite him gradually became more smiley, and finally couldn't help but ask: "Well, can you stop looking at me with such strange eyes? If you have something to say, just say it, okay? ?”

"Do you know why I took you out to eat?"

The wolf mother stretched out her face and smiled, exuding an alluring and mature charm.

"Because I'm cute?"

puff!

The woman sneered, her whole open neckline trembling: "There are very few women in the mercenary profession, so the three of us women always attract attention. When I usually eat in places like this, I always take them with me. This way no one will get together. But today it’s just you and me here, so... for the sake of me treating you to a meal, can you help me deal with those lonely guys in the back? "

Watson turned his head and saw three tall and strong black uncles approaching.

"I don't think you need help."

"Oh... don't be like this, pretty boy. Fighting after eating and drinking is a fine tradition of mercenaries." The French wife secretly moved her joints: "Come on, let's do some exercise after dinner. The tavern is It’s the default fighting venue. This is not the first time I’ve been here. As long as we don’t break anything, the store doesn’t care what we do.”

Without waiting for Watson to reply, the woman stood up and took off her coat, revealing the sports vest underneath. The toned lower abdomen and arms looked wild under the wet sweat. While Watson was chewing the beef ribs, he watched the eyes of several black uncles begin to glow. Luper spoke to the other party in French, and the sound floated into his ears, and suddenly he felt different from before.

She seemed to be provoking.

Blinking subconsciously, Watson then remembered that among the twenty or so people he had absorbed in the mine before, some of them seemed to speak French. Historically, this place was a French colony for quite some time, and even the official language remains French. But he 'ate' too quickly and in a hurry at that time, and now he still needs some time to digest it.

Here they are running away, but over there they are already taking action.

The black man at the front grabbed Luper's shoulder and received a straight punch in the abdomen, causing him to bend over in pain. The two people behind him were stunned, and the French wife had already taken the opportunity to attack in front of her, hitting the opponent's ribs first, quickly and accurately. At this moment, the small pavilion became chaotic. Seven or eight people across two tables stood up at the same time. They seemed to be the companions of the three black uncles.

I have to be careful not to maim or kill people.

Watson shook his head and stood up quietly.

......

ten minutes later.

Pfft!

The dazed French wife was helped to the bed by Watson. The unfinished cigarette fell to the ground and was stamped out. The woman had no intention of resisting at all, she seemed to enjoy this kind of treatment, and her usual strong and capable attitude was no longer there. After letting the other person's back rest against the head of the bed to ensure that he would not fall off, Watson took two steps away: "Put your coat on the chair. I'll leave first."

"Wait... light a cigarette for me."

I think you're pretending to be drunk.

This was not the case when you just beat someone up!

Watson twitched his eyes and found a cigarette and lighter from the coat. The wolf mother had no intention of reaching out to pick it up. She just raised her upper body and leaned over, looking very lazy. Watson could only hold the cigarette between his fingers and stuff it into the other person's mouth. He didn't know whether it was because of the drink, but the woman's head shook slightly and her lips touched his fingertips.

Snapped!

The lighter flickered on.

The room lighting in this simple hotel was average, with only a dim light bulb hanging in the center of the ceiling. Watson saw clearly the pair of red lips with the filter in their mouths. Luper's face was half hidden under the hair, exuding intoxication, tenderness and relief. Watson said nothing, silently took back the lighter and placed it gently on the table.

"In the past, men beat me, now it's me who beats men."

As expected, the wolf mother stopped pretending to be drunk. She glanced at Watson for a few times and started to puff away her breath.

"You mean your husband? Well...I don't know much about it. I only know that you have a child."

Watson responded cooperatively.

"Yes."

Luper was finally willing to use her hands: "That guy is a complete bastard. Damn it, I didn't even realize it before we got married. If I hadn't given birth to a lovely daughter, I would have felt that I was completely useless during those few years." It’s a waste...I have to admit, I don’t have a good eye on men, don’t you think so?”

How do you want me to answer this? Watson was a little confused: Do I want to say that I am a good man?

...Wait, am I a good man?

"I said, how about you stay tonight and we can do something else together?" The French wife's words were so explosive that Watson was stunned for a while and asked hesitantly: "Ruper, are you? Are you really drunk or pretending to be drunk? Do you know what you are talking about?"

"You can call me by my name, Kalena, Kalena Lesproux."

The woman put her hands between her thighs, revealing the graceful curves of her chest, and her smile was a little ambiguous: "Why are you so nervous? Beautiful boy... This is just a small thing that happened tonight, no one else will know. . You don’t have to feel any psychological burden, tomorrow will be business as usual. Oh, are you worried about Bertha? Don’t worry, I won’t tell her..."

"Stop, stop, stop!"

Watson quickly raised a palm: "First, I respect you very much. Second, I don't do this kind of thing. Third, I don't like women who smoke."

After three rounds, he immediately stood up and walked to the door in two steps: "I don't know if you are really drunk or pretending to be drunk. Anyway, I will just pretend that you didn't say what you said today. I won't be here tomorrow. Next time we meet Maybe two months from now. That's it, good night and bye!"

Boom!

The door to the room was closed, leaving only Kalena on the bed.

"Don't like women who smoke?"

After a moment of silence, she suddenly laughed out loud and lay back on the bed: "Bad boy..."

......

The next morning.

"Um, you said you have to wait more than a week?"

"Yes, sir, there are not planes flying to this place every day."

Across the desk, a man shrugged his shoulders and looked at the guy wearing a skull mask in front of him. Although his face is covered, this customer has a slim figure and fair and tender skin. He does not look like a soldier at all. Instead, he looks like a tourist. Ordinary people couldn't enter a place like this, but for the sake of money, he wisely didn't ask any more questions.

"I recommend doing this if you're really in a hurry."

After thinking for a while, the man took out a map and started writing: "You go directly through the entire Garamba National Park and it takes about two days to reach the border area in southwestern Sudan. There are several people who specialize in smuggling in this circle. The gang should be able to help you go to West Africa. I know one of the bosses and this is the phone number. But you have to be careful, they are not certified service providers."

"......All right."

Watson threw a banknote over: "Do you have any means of transportation here? I mean the one-time use kind. After all, I won't return the things this time."

"Have."

Ten minutes later, Watson rode a horse and slowly walked out of the mercenary base.

This is a black West African Dongora horse.

The man's original words were, 'When you no longer need it, just remove the saddle and let it graze on its own. This horse is also a wild horse anyway. ’

Watson originally wanted to buy some clothes, but this place is not a tourist shopping area after all. Body armor, guns and ammunition are easy to get, but it is impossible to buy clothes suitable for his figure. After thinking about it for a while, Watson could only choose to wear his own camouflage combat uniform. Fortunately, he had prepared two more women's suits when he came here. His body type is suitable for wearing women's clothing, and the gender of camouflage clothing is not obvious at all...

Unless Miss Watson wears it.

"Being a man is tiring, isn't it honey?"

After walking a few kilometers, Mr. Watson turned into Miss Watson and reached out to pat the horse's neck: "Being a woman is much easier. As long as you are beautiful, you don't have to worry about doing bad things. Although I smoke, fight, and have tattoos, I was a bartender and had 108 male and female friends at the same time, but I know I'm still a good girl, right?"

Bald!

The dark horse snorted and seemed to be in a good mood.

Miss Watson tugged at the nylon straps on either side of her chest. They were a little tight. In addition to FAL and RPK, she also brought a Winchester M70 this time to make up for the long-range combat capability. This gun is separately equipped with 90 rounds of high-precision sniper bullets to prevent some unlucky inferior products from damaging the barrel.

It is precisely because she has to carry three long guns that Miss Watson must get a few more mounting points on her body. Anyway, I don't need a body armor. When the time comes, I can hide the weapons and ammunition in the bag, and then I can disguise myself as a civilian with a coat.

But these nylon straps are definitely a bit tight.

You must know that Miss Watson directly changed her form in clothes this time. Her chest was immediately pushed up, and even several nearby buttons were completely tightened.

I hope things can change after getting the Ancestral Virus this time. Holding the Winchester M70 in his hand, he gently pinched the horse's belly, and the black horse began to trot while carrying Miss Watson. The bumpy ups and downs are very novel, but as far as the eye can see, this vast and boundless grassland makes people feel more happy.

It's like seeing the animal world with your own eyes.

Miss Watson spotted a giraffe in the distance and picked up the scope to admire it.

Garamba National Park is the last remaining habitat for wild North African white rhinos in the world, and has been frequently attacked by poachers over the years. In the original world, this animal completely disappeared in the wild in 2008; and a small number of animals raised in captivity were declared functionally extinct 10 years later - even worse than the previous okapi.

But I still have a chance to take a look.

"Let's go Black Whirlwind! Let's go to the West to learn scriptures!"

Miss Watson put down her gun, took a deep breath of fresh air, spread her arms vigorously, and stretched herself to face the rising sun.

Crack!

Several buttons on the chest could no longer withstand the tension and flew out.