The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

"woman?"

"Oh?! There's a woman?"

"Hey! There's a woman up there!"

Miss Watson's shout didn't matter, the seven or eight gang members downstairs all raised their heads and ran to the third floor regardless of what they were doing. But it was Issa who moved fastest. He climbed over the railing with his hands and strode onto the stairs. Seeing that the effect was achieved, Miss Watson turned around and ran back to the room, pulling the latch all the way. This is a thin wooden door. The lock is also a very old-fashioned iron latch (shuān) lock, and the diameter of the latch is only as thick as a little finger. With the strength of an ordinary adult, it is not difficult to break through violently.

But for Miss Watson, she only did this to continue to let Issa down her guard.

Footsteps were approaching quickly.

"The door is locked! Here! Here!"

The door panel moved, and the people outside yelled when they realized it hadn't been opened. Not long after, Isa's deliberately low-pitched curses came through the door panel: "Don't use the gun! You idiot, if she stands behind the door, she will be shot to death by bullets!"

Boom boom boom! ! !

"Little girl, you have no place to escape!" The man began to persuade Miss Watson to open the door: "The whole manor belongs to us, where do you want to run? Hurry up and open the door obediently. You know, this broken door But it can’t stop us.”

"Ah————No! Go away!!"

Miss Watson prepared for a moment, first a scream, then a trembling cry in Albanian. There was a burst of laughter outside the door, but Isa's voice already had a hint of warning: "My patience is limited, don't wait for me to break down the door, or you will be in trouble!"

Bang!

The door panel was suddenly kicked hard, and thick ash fell from the wooden frame. Miss Watson deliberately screamed again. She thought it was almost done. The Deathstroke armor was still left in the cellar. Maybe someone would go down and see it later. So Miss Watson pretended to cry and trembled at the door lock. She pressed her body against the door, held a stalemate with Issa who was kicking the door, and then deliberately loosened the latch completely.

Bang!

The door was finally pushed open, and Miss Watson immediately retreated to the closet, grabbed the things around her and threw them at the other party. While she was throwing them back, she cried in amusement: "Ahhhhh!! Don't come here! Don't come here." Ahhhhh!!!”

Isa's eyes were a little confused.

He was really depressed today. He was stopped by the one-eyed dragon with a knife before, and he was really embarrassed in front of several of his subordinates.

this time? This time it is time to revive the man's glory.

I originally thought to myself that this woman must be very scared in the room and would throw things at hand when she saw me. This was not the first time that Isa had encountered this. He had already thought about it the second he walked in. He wanted to laugh "hehehe" and scratch his eyes back and forth on the beauty in front of him. If what the other person throws is clothes, you should grab one, put it to your nose and take a deep sniff; then grab the second and third items, and while smelling the woman's fragrance, admire the other person's increasingly frightened and desperate look. .....

What a wonderful scene this must be?

But now, Issa's mind was starting to shut down.

The man realized somewhat awkwardly that the picture in front of him was so beautiful, so touching, that it far exceeded his knowledge of the word "woman" in his life. Unfamiliar emotions brewed in her chest, and Issa stared as images from her childhood emerged. I found a poster under the bed at a friend's house. It showed a plump and charming woman with wavy hair, wearing a revealing light white nurse's uniform. The narrow skirt opened directly to the top of her thighs, and she also put on a pair of high-top nylon stockings. .

It’s an unspeakable impulse, but it’s also nostalgic.

But the picture was immediately washed away like petals falling into the water. The female body in front of him completely and irresistibly occupied all his thoughts. The AK automatic rifle in his hand hit the ground, and then was covered with one piece of thrown clothing after another. The man didn't care at all. He just stared at the two majestic snow-grey mountains. Although most of the other person's face was covered by hair, just those tender red lips, which opened and closed with the words, had completely seduced infinite beautiful reveries.

This is not a painting, this woman is alive.

He couldn't describe it any more.

The unfamiliar emotions in my chest began to overflow. First, there was an extremely warm feeling, like a mother's embrace of peace of mind. This had nothing to do with desire. They surrounded my heart, just like the pure impulse of a teenager waking up. The man even felt a little guilty at this moment, but the next second, uncontrollable anger began to run rampant.

Robert actually has such a woman?

How could he deserve to have such a beauty?

How could he?

Why can he?

"Hey! Boss, should we check..." The subordinate who was standing at the door and watching suddenly said. The boss's back completely blocked the woman inside, and then he remained silent for so long. I really don't understand why: "You know, it's what Captain Marcel said, check, body, that... virgin..."

The voice became lower and lower, and was finally cut off completely by the look in his boss's eyes.

"...You, take someone to dig through things first."

Isa stretched out a finger towards him, with an unmistakable sullen look on his face: "Tell everyone, don't f*ck bother me, just stay downstairs when you're done rummaging through things. When will I be done?" Come out, do you understand when everyone will go back? And... don’t mention this to Marcel."

When the last words were spoken, the gang member was very convinced, and the boss's eyes overflowed with murderous intent.

He didn't dare to say anything anymore, just lowered his head and closed the door.

Bang!

Pulling the door bolt that had been knocked a little crooked again, Issa turned back and saw the woman trying to climb out of the window, so he quickly stepped forward and pulled her off. When Miss Watson saw that the other party had been fooled, she broke free from the restraints with a slight effort and immediately jumped on the bed.

"Where do you want to go?"

The man unbuckled the magazine strap and lifted up the dirty T-shirt. There was undisguised animal lust in his eyes: "Why are you always covering your face? You don't want me to see it? Huh?"

Yes, take two steps closer and leave the window...

Miss Watson is really starting to get a little annoyed. This guy has been nagging for so long and he still doesn't pounce on him? Seeing Isa finally approaching, she dodged and grabbed the man's neck with her left hand; the fingers of her right hand turned into spikes and stabbed directly through the man from the back of his skull to his front nose. The face hidden under the messy hair was finally revealed, and it became the last scene Issa saw before he died——

A bloody mouth.

Good, no blood stains left.

crunch - crunch -

After absorbing her hapless roommate, Miss Watson jumped out of bed and began to imitate the rhythm of her waist movements while putting on her pants, rocking the bed frame back and forth with her tentacles. After shaking a few times, she slapped her thighs a few more times, sobbing and suppressed cries constantly coming out of her mouth. Several tentacles searched the ground and collected the cut pieces of sports underwear and vests. Then Miss Watson returned to the door, observed it, and then slipped out.

Well...no one's really around.

It seemed that Issa's usual power was pretty good. All the gang members walked away and went about their own rummaging work. Miss Watson groped her way back to the cellar, transformed into Mr. Watson and got back into the thick Deathstroke armor. Fortunately, he came back early and no one found him for the time being. Watson quickly left the northeast corner villa and found the PKM machine gun he had left behind.

The next step is to find Aji and then get back to the car to fish.

However, Watson could not find the boy.

At the place where he launched the charge, he only found a few PKM machine gun cartridges half-buried in the soil. There were more than a dozen corpses lying nearby, as well as a number of severed limbs that obviously did not match the number. Watson stood there for a few seconds, looking at the several blackened craters around him, and then began to rummage through the bodies to identify them.

......

"Hey! Hero!!"

The orange sunset was burning like fire. Watson was sitting in the back of the red pickup truck when he suddenly heard Marcel's loud voice. He turned his head and saw the one-eyed dragon walking towards this side with eight-figure steps: "Do you know what the boss told me? We really should have hired you earlier, haha. If I had known that today would go so smoothly, he wouldn't have to prepare so many things. Got it!"

"Where is Aggie?"

"what?"

"Where is my driver?"

Marcel was stunned for a moment, then raised his eyebrows: "Oh, um... we were hit by a few shells after you rushed out, and Aji's injury was a bit serious. You know, we carried him for treatment. .It’s okay, it’s okay, I’ll send you a new driver later, no, Boss Figueroa appreciates you very much, you know? Forget about this car now, we will prepare a real armored monster for you!”

"......he died?"

Watson was silent for a few seconds and then asked again.

"Uh... I'll go back and take a look, okay?" Seeing his attitude, Marcel had no interest in talking, so he turned around and left with a few perfunctory words: "I'll go back and take a look for you. "

After watching the other party leave, Watson turned his attention to the manor again. There were still things burning there, and he knew that the gang members had begun to clean up the bodies. After one night, there would be a pile of blackened remains in a certain open space. Several smoke pillars slowly rose into the sky, faded little by little, and then disappeared under the setting sun.

And in the distant sky, the last trace of afterglow is fading.

Several gang members passed by, and without exception, they all looked at Watson in awe. Deathstroke's performance in this battle conquered everyone. No matter who has other thoughts about this, at least from now on, no one will comment loudly in front of Watson even if they know that the other party cannot understand Albanian. .

Watson's thoughts began to wander.

Regarding the spread of information, of course he would not completely rely on the big mouths in the gang. Salazar, the middleman, also joined some local intelligence businessmen and helped a lot. Albania and Serbia are geographically very close. The straight-line distance between the two capitals is almost 1300 kilometers. Lannister International should have received the news.

Maybe we will face it head on next time.

I have to organize some manpower and heavy firepower, and there are a bunch of ready-made rocket-propelled grenades and heavy machine guns around me. The old lion will never be stingy on this kind of thing. Watson actually has some small calculations. His external identity belongs to the Illyria Alliance. When the time comes, Lannister International sends people to fight, and they will definitely beat these gang members together.

Of course, Watson didn't expect these bandits to do much harm to the Lannister soldiers. After all, if the opponent really wants to take action, the first move will most likely be aerial bombing + long-range fire coverage. As long as the two sides exchange fire, you can find an opportunity to make a difference.