The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

late at night.

The camp of the Illyrian Alliance is still very lively, with brightly lit tents and tents, and human figures swaying with the light and shadow. But just like when Watson visited on the first day, happiness always belonged to the men. As for the women who were snatched away, there were few cries and more numb expressions. In the center of the camp, the bandits set up a temporary iron house that was closely monitored, and all the virgins were imprisoned there.

About two hours ago, news broke that hapless roommate Issa was missing.

Marcel burst into flames.

Watson was glad that he had chosen the right time. In such a great victory environment, no one doubted that Issa was in danger. It was just generally believed that the guy had probably found something valuable and then quietly ran away with the woman. . Although the one-eyed dragon needs to bear some responsibility for this, the one who is most unhappy is the old lion Figueroa. After all, this is a complete provocation to him. Naturally, some unlucky old members were selected to form a search team with a group of even more unlucky rookies, and they were absent from tonight's carnival.

They are destined to work in vain.

Click!

Another RPG was gently placed on the shelf. At this moment, Watson's surroundings had completely become an arsenal. In addition to more than twenty rocket-propelled grenades and 6 launchers, the 14.5mm caliber ZPU-2 anti-aircraft machine gun also It belongs to him for the time being. There was a light gray light truck parked in the open space behind him. Iron plates were welded around the hood, driver's seat and tires, and the ZPU-2 was reinstalled on the half-body car without a cover.

Watson has just been getting acquainted with its operation.

This type of twin anti-aircraft machine gun requires hand dials, foot pedals and sights to operate in conjunction with each other, and the ammunition capacity of each gun is also very limited. It will be gone after a few hundred rounds. It will not be like in the video game. Direct shots always feel good. If it is a four-link anti-aircraft machine gun, someone must help when changing bullets, otherwise you will have to try the trouble of challenging four barrels of water alone.

But these are far from enough.

He also needs to find a way to get some man-made shoulder-fired anti-aircraft missiles and the like. But the problem is, the gangsters don’t know if they have this thing. Even if they do, how can they ask for it? RPGs and heavy machine guns are fine. They can be used to deal with enemy ground vehicles, bunkers or positions, but anti-aircraft missiles... I guess the old lion Figueroa will ask back then: "You want air defense?" What do missiles do? Do you know any information? Will the regular army intervene in the next battle? Tell me!"

It's impossible to say for sure.

I just point at you as cannon fodder...

By tying his identity to the Illyrian Alliance, Watson also wants to force Lannister International to increase its weight. According to the intelligence from the last encounter and Ruper's investigation, after the collapse of the Soviet Union, this military contractor received a large number of personnel and equipment. Fighters may not be available, but armed helicopters are definitely available.

Yes, it’s the Mi-24 ‘Hind’.

Watson still remembered a piece of news he had seen in his previous life: a certain Hind gunship was conducting combat operations in the Middle East. It was shot in the butt by an RPG or a Stinger missile that he could not remember, and finally flew back to the base with black smoke. went. However, as a military contractor, Lannister International may not be able to dispatch more than four aircraft at one time like the regular army, although this possibility is not impossible.

But even so, the BTR armored vehicle alone is enough to cause trouble for itself, and maybe there will be the classic Katyusha rocket. Moreover, Albania has received assistance from the Soviet Union for so many years, and there are still many T-34 tanks in service. With a little help, it is not impossible to participate in operations in the name of "suppressing bandits."

It depends on how much they are willing to spend.

Counting all the equipment, Lannister International would have no problem killing the Illyrian Alliance. And if things develop as I speculated, it would be a serious military operation.

I also need a durable target.

Making up his mind, Watson opened his armor spare parts box. There are a lot of spare parts in the box, which can completely assemble a complete set of Deathstroke armor, and there are extra spare parts for some easily damaged parts. After checking again, he closed the box again. There is no need to replace the half-used armor on his body now. They will have a new owner by then, pretending to be 'Mr. Deathstroke' to attract firepower.

...Marcel would be a good fit.

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drop--

On the streets of New York, the crowded traffic did not move at all.

Policewoman Felicia patted the steering wheel and reached out to adjust the button on the car radio. There was a small car accident ahead, and the two drivers seemed to have started to take action. However, Felicia, who was off duty, didn't want to care. The policewoman opened the bread she bought for dinner and took a big bite.

She visited the Violet Night Club a few days ago, but the manager on duty had been replaced by a woman, and she claimed not to know anything that happened before taking office. The policewoman could hear the other party's repulsive attitude, so she had no choice but to give up. After all, she did not have any legal procedures such as a search warrant at that time.

So she now decided to visit the witness Henry Bowles. Eight days had passed since she discovered the file in question. Felicia finally found some free time and took the time to drive on the road after get off work.

It's a pity that today is really unlucky.

The elegant piano music was cut away, and after a brief crackling sound, the radio host's voice came out: "...As I just said, there are too many creatures in this world that need our attention and protection. . Just like earlier this month, another ivory poaching incident occurred in Garamba National Park in the Democratic Republic of the Congo, which is really heartbreaking..."

Snapped!

Who cares about this?

Felicia pressed the button again. This new radio was just replaced last week. The radio channels she often listens to can only be remade. She hasn't finished it yet.

"...According to the latest news, an armed organization in Albania known as the 'Illyrian Union' has continued to carry out armed operations in the country in recent days. Currently, 4 cities have been involved in the fighting, and the related casualties are still Statistics, but according to local media..."

Snapped!

"...I've been waiting, For her for so long!"

(I have been waiting for so long!)

"Open the sky, And let her—e down!"

(Open the sky and let her come!)

“Here’s the rain!!!”

(The rain is coming!!!)

The fast-paced drumbeat sounded, and the policewoman began to shake her head gently. Although the night sky was still clear, the traffic in front of her finally began to move. While chewing her dinner bread, she lightly pressed the clutch and shifted into first gear and drove slowly. At the current pace, it would be nice to be able to leave this neighborhood in half an hour. Felicia looked at the street in boredom. The inner side of the sidewalk was full of people queuing up. If there is any outstanding representative of New York's nightlife, it is undoubtedly the nightclub.

It can be called a source of chaos.

As a patrol officer before, she and her old partner Max handled countless fights, sexual harassment and various minor and serious cases, more than half of which came from this kind of place. Felicia occasionally thinks, ordinary people are already so capable, what will happen if a vampire is added to the mix? Perhaps starting decades or even centuries ago, they have been fully integrated into human society.

Maybe there is one in the store in front of you.

As he was thinking about it, a pale chin shook.

At the entrance to a side alley of a shop ahead, there was a woman leaning against the wall. With many years of experience as a police officer, Felicia immediately noticed the hood on the other person's shoulders. At this time, the traffic happened to come to a standstill. She lowered her head slightly and fixed her eyes on the dark leather lining of the woman's body. The sharp bulge under her ribs was somewhat obvious.

This woman has a gun.

New York State has strict gun regulations, and New York City is even more strict. Although most people can legally own some guns with approval, this depends on the situation. Usually, a guy who covers his head and face and likes to stay in alleys has a very high chance of finding contraband on his body. Moreover, after experiencing a Reaper attack, the policewoman became more sensitive to this type of pale skin, and she thought the other person might be a vampire.

Under Felicia's gaze, the leather-clad woman turned and entered the alley.

Soon there was a gunshot.

"ah----!!!"

The crowd on the street became panicked, horns blared all around, and the passengers in the car next to them opened the door, grabbed their bags and started running forward. Within a few seconds, there was another fierce exchange of fire accompanied by broken glass, and a group of customers poured out of the nightclub in front of them. The policewoman cursed secretly, climbed over and climbed into the back seat and pulled down the back of the seat. The combat equipment in the trunk appeared in front of her without any hindrance. She strapped herself into joint braces, put on a body armor, and finally got out of the car carrying an M4 carbine.

The policewoman was not wearing a police uniform, and her appearance of holding a gun scared many passers-by.

"NYPD! Get out of here!"

Felicia regretted that she came out too hastily. She hadn't yet swallowed the whole mouthful of bread in her mouth, and she almost choked herself with this roar. The policewoman thought for a moment, then turned around and grabbed a short-barreled Remington shotgun. The left hand wearing the tactical glove went into his pocket for a while, and it took him a long time to take out the mobile phone: "It's me, Felicia! Turn Park Avenue into the direction of the homeless shelter on 163rd Street, the Golden Tower near the second intersection There was a shootout at the club! I was there!”

"Copy that, how many gunmen are there?"

"I can't see what's going on inside the store, sir, it sounds like a multi-person fight."

"Okay, don't be impulsive, wait for support!"

As soon as the phone was hung up, a man covered in blood ran out of the door of the nightclub. Just as Felicia turned her head away, she saw the other party's figure stagnated, fire began to appear from his chest, and then burned to ashes right in front of her eyes.

Just like that day.

Those reapers were burned in the same way when exposed to the sun.

The federal people are quite experienced in shooting cases, so after such a delay, the people nearby have almost dispersed. Some poor people who had been trampled by the crowd were lying on the ground moaning, while inside the store door, the gunfire continued, and helpless howls could be heard. The policewoman held her cell phone and stood blankly for a few seconds. Finally, she took a deep breath and ran towards the door of the store.