The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

In the early morning in Garamba National Park, with the rising sun pouring down, every picture becomes beautiful. Especially the vast grassland in front of us makes people feel full of energy and make them want to run wildly.

But on the other side, it has a certain sense of tranquility. When you bathe in the morning light and stare at the distant woods, you will feel as if you have woken up from bed alone after a good sleep, and every cell is filled with comfort and warmth. He twisted like a maggot in the sheets, making uncontrollable stretching sounds. He was confused, happy, lazy and relaxed, because he still didn't have to go to work tomorrow.

A burst of singing came from afar.

Several giraffes who had just woken up were walking on their four long legs, and then they heard this strange sound. It's a pity that it doesn't understand German, otherwise it would have run away by now.

“In der Heimat wohnt ein blondes Mögdelein!

(There is a lovely girl living in my hometown!)"

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

As she sang, Miss Watson imitated the snare drum interlude of "Erica" ​​and patted her horse three times. The horse was extremely unhappy with this boring harassment at first, and then was lifted upside down by Miss Watson and ran for 10 minutes. Now it is very honest.

“und das hei?t!

(her name!)"

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

“E~~rika!

(Call Erica!)"

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

Why is the rhythm of this song so weird? If you sing two lines, you have to hit the horse 9 times! Miss Watson quickly lost interest. She pricked up her ears and picked up the Winchester M70 rifle again, trying to spot the poacher in the scope. There are many refugees in Garamba National Park. These people have been engaged in poaching activities for a long time, which is one of the main culprits that has led to the endangered species here.

Call them cruel. People have no choice but to do whatever it takes to eat. Call them pitiful, but this is indeed illegal. The national park has also set up a group of guards to deal with poaching gangs. When the two sides encounter each other, they often get confused. And if they encounter tourists who are easy to bully, these poachers will not mind temporarily expanding their business.

Suddenly, the black horse raised its hooves twice and became a little anxious.

"what happened to you?"

Patting the horse's neck, Miss Watson raised her head and scanned it several times with the thermal imaging field, and found a group of lions more than 200 meters away to the right. Just like the picture on the TV channel, there is one male, seven or eight females and three little lion cubs. The family was enjoying the sun comfortably when Miss Watson rode into their territory on horseback.

The majestic lion stood up slowly, its long mane swaying slightly in the wind, like a shampoo commercial with special effects. Through the scope, Miss Watson saw clearly the yellow-brown pupils with eyeliner. In fact, from the appearance, the male lion’s body shape and the dark mane on its neck are relatively easy to identify, so if it is not necessary, it will not participate in daily hunting activities, otherwise it will most likely be the first to be discovered by prey. .

"Oh, isn't it just a lion? What are you afraid of?"

After speaking to comfort Black Horse, Miss Watson quietly unzipped her pants.

A string of tentacles quietly protruded from the mouth of the chain and quickly wrapped around the horse's belly using the cover of its two legs. The black horse might get frightened later and run around neighing, but Miss Watson didn't want to be thrown to the ground by it. After scanning a few times with her thermal vision again to confirm that there were no other potential attackers around, she took out a long wooden stick from the black horse's belly and prepared to attack.

But this time Miss Watson wanted to try to communicate.

She still remembered the wild boar from the other day.

Logically speaking, this kind of omnivorous wild animal will not take the initiative to approach humans, and will usually choose to retreat when encountering them. But the situation at that time was obviously completely different: not only did Brother Zhu not want to leave, he even wanted to get closer to him. This forced Miss Watson to start thinking: Is the black light virus in the body at work?

Then she remembered the details of her contact with other animals.

Could it be that they don't think I'm a threat?

After thinking about it, the male lion took a few steps closer and did not move again. At this time, the two were still about a hundred meters apart. The black horse's panting increased, and the muscles in his entire back were squirming uneasily, and he was almost stimulated by running like crazy. But from the perspective of the lions, they smelled an unprecedented scent in their noses.

This confused the Lion.

Both creatures had impressions of themselves, and one of them even ate them.

But this time, the feeling was different.

The lion wrinkled his nose and inhaled, feeling the smell coming from the creature. This inexplicable feeling is obviously beyond the scope of cognition, making it uncertain. The lion tentatively let out a low growl, trying to warn the creature to leave its territory according to its past habits.

"I understand, I understand, come on, Xiao Hei, let's take a detour!"

Miss Watson could hear the threat and agitation. She pulled the reins gently and let the black horse start to make its way around. A long arc circled around the lions, and more and more lions raised their heads and paid attention to this strange combination of creatures.

"It's such a nice day, isn't it?"

While moving slowly, Miss Watson threw trash talk at the lion: "I also know a lion, its name is very delicious, called soup dumplings. And its owner is called Daisy, and people give her the nickname Vibrator! It's a pity that I don't call you this name, otherwise I will definitely beat you up, and then take your little cubs back and raise them as fat pigs! Why don't you give me all the boys? You will have to drive them away anyway. ....."

Not sure if they understood, the two little lions stood up and crawled crookedly this way.

Snapped!

Their mother called over and slapped them, biting their backs and necks and taking them back.

"That's right! I still remember a few lions. What are their names?" This arc has gone through most of the arc. Miss Watson kept facing the lions, turning her head more and more exaggeratedly, and finally twisted her head almost backward. 180°: "I suddenly can't remember! It seems to be a cartoon, but I can't say the name, you know, otherwise lawyers' letters will be sent through time and space. Those people are really scary!"

Even after all the trash talk, the lions didn't catch up.

The road ahead is calm again.

Miss Watson put the stick back on the side of the horse's belly and couldn't help but pat the black horse on the head: "It's all your fault for being such a coward. They must want to eat you! If I were alone, maybe I could hug you. I’m a little lion now, and those lions can’t beat me anyway.”

Black Tornado didn't react at all, he just walked honestly. Asking for trouble, Miss Watson lowered her head in boredom and began to appreciate the regular physical movement of the sphere. As she looked at it, she thought again of the French wife last night. I have to admit that the way the wolf mother came up with a cigarette in her mouth was very charming, full of mature appeal that had experienced years of accumulation.

Miss Watson knew that she actually didn't hate the act of smoking. She didn't like smoking purely because it was harmful to health.

'I don't like women who smoke'

Why did I add this sentence because I was out of my mind?

Kalena was completely pretending to be drunk at the time. According to her attitude towards men, if she really showed that kind of intention, she would probably fall into a trap. Miss Watson didn't think the other party was sincere. After all, she could more or less feel the same thing about domestic violence, not to mention that Luper encountered a husband who was so crazy that he wanted to kill his children.

So what does Kalena mean?

Could it be because of Bertha? Want to test me?

Will Luper really pretend that this never happened the next time we meet? A series of questions ran through his mind for several times before being quickly thrown out by Miss Watson. There is no point in worrying about these things. Finally, if you have some free time, think of something else. She raised her head again and scanned the living creatures around her with her thermal vision.

"I should really get a camera."

This journey lasted for more than ten minutes, and Miss Watson couldn't help but said to herself: "How can I not take pictures when traveling? I can take a picture with my arms around a lion or a wild boar, and then turn around and develop it for... Aha! Brother Flathead! Where are you going? There is a group of lions behind me, why don't you have a fight with them? Of course, you don't blame me if you die..."

A honey badger shook its head and appeared in the grass, raised its head and stared at Miss Watson, with big doubts in its small dark eyes.

Bang bang bang!

Suddenly, a burst of gunshots reached my ears from a distance.

Miss Watson flicked the reins, and the black horse began to trot. After a while, a large bright spot appeared in the thermal image field of view on the left front, as well as several heat groups that were obviously large animals. But they had fallen to the ground at this time, and a dozen human figures were surrounding them, seemingly picking up prey. Miss Watson stopped, took out two plugs and stuffed them into the horse's ears, then put the two rifles and half the magazines in the duffel bag back on her body. She was not planning a sneak attack this time, so the Winchester M70 was temporarily out of use.

"drive!"

The black horse started running wildly, and Miss Watson deliberately approached the group of poachers to see if they would chase her. Sure enough, as the distance got closer, several people came out from a distance on horseback. They all held weapons in their hands, obviously not for the purpose of saying hello.

Click!

FAL automatic rifle loaded.

Aiming on horseback is no easy task.

But Miss Watson has encountered worse shooting environments. She has been practicing with a sniper rifle since this morning, and she quickly became familiar with this rhythmic bumps. With a forceful tilt of her body, she rolled over to the right side of the black horse's belly. Ms. Watson, who used her tentacles to secure herself in multiple directions, could shoot stably in almost any position on the horse's back.

The FAL, which was set to semi-automatic mode, was placed on horseback, and a figure was put into the sight.

boom!

Gan! Missed!

Feeling the rhythmic ups and downs of her body, Miss Watson squeezed the handguard tightly, took a deep breath, and fired the second shot. This time she saw one of the horses on the opposite side start to jump out of control, and she must have been hit by it. At this time, the distance between the two sides had shortened to about two hundred meters, and the sound of bullets passing through the air began to be heard around them.

The accuracy of this group of people is obviously worse than mine.

After testing the single-shot effect, Miss Watson stopped wasting time and switched to full-automatic shooting mode. She fired a string of bullets and immediately knocked a poacher to the ground, including his horse and man. She then changed the target and hit another person with short bursts of fire. The poachers suffered more than half of their losses as soon as they launched their attack, and the remaining members quickly turned around and tried to call for help.

In fact, without him shouting, Miss Watson had already seen the broken cars starting to move in the distance.

With a gentle tug on the tentacles wrapped around the reins on his chest, the black horse turned and sprinted towards the poacher's vanguard who was trying to retreat. Another round of shots hit the target, he took off the mostly consumed magazine, and immediately took out a new one on his chest with his tentacle. The multi-threaded operation she has been practicing has paid off. Now Ms. Watson can reload, load, access and aim at the same time, without interfering with each other.

Bang bang bang! !

Bullets flew far away to the poaching scene, and many people who had not had time to get into the car fell down. Some simply hid behind the dead prey; while others chose to fight and ran towards the woods a hundred meters away. There were no obstacles on the vast grassland, and they really had no other choice.

While firing, Miss Watson readjusted the direction of the advance to further distance the two parties. There are still more than a dozen poachers visible on the field. Once the distance is closed and the fire is focused, the dark horse beneath him will probably be doomed.