The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

Dry, cold air hit my face.

Even in the spring, New York City is still freezing.

Fine snowflakes fell on the shoulders. If it weren't for the Christmas tree, it would be almost the same as at the end of December last year. Miss Watson always felt a little uncomfortable as she walked on the road. The roar of the engine, the sound of tires and shoe soles grinding against the ground, and the music coming from the shops on the street, all the sounds that penetrated the ears became as painful as needles.

Fighting is such a boring thing.

Until now, Miss Watson had to admit that she still had not completely gotten rid of the mentality of being on the battlefield after all. She began to understand to some extent why those war veterans were unable to return to normal lives for more than ten or twenty years after returning to China, and they often became criminals. War and death can really change a person completely, and if it lasts long enough, the change may not even be undone.

Now when I think back to the days when I stayed in Albania, I was really like a robot, killing people every day. Wearing the death knell armor, the weapons of the local gangsters posed almost no threat to him. He didn't even need to hide. He just raised his gun and fired, and he could kill the target with the move of his fingers, and the cycle continued. Except for the sections where he transforms into a female body to trap and kill his unlucky roommate, search for Aji, and meet Deadshot, Watson usually seems to have a brain that is hung up.

What's the point?

Why don't you just retire and become a mercenary... Wait, it seems like I only joined to save Michela from the beginning, right? Why do you become more and more professional as time goes by?

I really should have stayed at Kamal Taj for a few more days!

Her thoughts were in a mess, and Miss Watson began to regret running away early.

After staying at Karma Taj for such a long time, Miss Watson has become very accustomed to using this place as an arsenal, a zoo, a temporary dormitory and a teleportation transfer station due to the tacit approval of the Supreme Mage. No one else expressed any objection to this - everyone even Still very welcome. After all, in this area with a solemn atmosphere, Watson is the only cute little kid who jumps around and gets nervous. He also knows how to keep a good balance when joking, so he can be called a little expert in enlivening the atmosphere.

The point is, his face is really pretty.

Although the mages are pure-hearted, it does not mean that their aesthetics are distorted. Most of the members train their muscles with swords, guns and sticks every day. Once the hormones come up, the impulse will naturally become stronger. Fortunately, Watson had always presented himself as a man before and was willing to avoid the few female mages, otherwise some embarrassing scenes might have happened.

So when did Ms. Yao change her mind?

I can't even remember...

Miss Watson patted her head and complained in her heart to Mordo and Casillas, the rebellious mages. If these two people hadn't suddenly come over, she wouldn't have run away from Karma Taj in a hurry. Although in theory, it's okay if they see your face, but facing this kind of guy who will become an enemy sooner or later, and who can't be killed for the time being, it's better to be safe and stay away from Kama Taj during this time. If you stay for a long time, even if you want to use the teleportation array, you have to move quickly.

As for now, isn’t it just stressful?

By the time I left, my backup plan was already in my head.

"Lisa!!!"

In the safe house in lower Manhattan, Miss Watson locked the door and walked straight to the faceless nurse acting as a wooden figure at the edge of the living room. She pulled her and spun her around twice: "Did you miss me?"

"Well……"

"Hey! I know you miss me too!"

Kneading the face without facial features with his fingers: "What a pity, why don't you have a mouth?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the faceless nurse immediately turned into fighting form, with a large gaping hole in her jaw, two rows of crimson fangs exposed, and a long tongue twisting. Miss Watson quickly used her strength to press the other person's face that was coming towards her: "Stop, stop, stop! It's not that bad, you'd better shut your mouth, that was fine just now!"

"Well?"

Lisa tilted her head, a vague whimper coming from her throat.

"Okay, now let me upgrade you."

Several tentacles oozing with golden liquid slowly protruded from Miss Watson's back and climbed up the back of the faceless nurse's neck. Soon, Lisa was shaking all over and her body went limp and fell to the floor. Miss Watson threw herself on the sofa and took out her mobile phone out of boredom.

hum - hum - hum -

As luck would have it, someone just called me. When Miss Watson saw it was Luper's number, she decisively switched back to her original male voice: "It's me, are you here?"

"We're here, and your move was a success, pretty boy."

Wolf Mother's voice sounded like she was in the car: "Because you successfully escaped, Lannister International has become a big joke recently, and the entire industry is talking about it. Do you remember Salazar? It was in Albania that introduced you The agent who joined the gang asked someone to contact me and said that you were missing. Where are you now? Are you injured? "

"What can happen to me?"

Miss Watson sat up: "The situation was really urgent at the time, so I didn't have much time to contact Salazar."

"So...when are you coming back?"

The French wife's voice softened a bit, but soon returned to normal: "There is still someone here who is thinking about you. Don't say I didn't remind you, you have to be careful when you see Michela again, haha . But she has taken medicine now and is sleeping. You can call me later."

After hanging up the phone with Luper, Miss Watson calculated the time in Albania, dialed Salazar's number, and asked the other party to transfer the money to her account.

Michelle...

After being stunned for a while, she operated the keyboard of her phone and moved the selection box to Michela's name. It's a bit incredible to say, but the two of them actually didn't talk much on the phone. In normal times, Michela is not the very talkative type, not to mention that the relationship between the two is somewhat complicated now, and it is even more impossible to talk about love.

Thinking of this, Miss Watson glanced at Lisa on the floor with a guilty conscience.

The faceless nurse had already begun to get up, and her movements were obviously much smoother. In the opening battle between Albania and Lannister International, the Blacklight minions are severely tested. Although they can inherit the skills of the original body, they can fully meet the basic requirements in terms of weapon operation, and they can also ambush under the orders of Watson; their own resistance to attack is still limited, and they are completely insufficient to face the enemy's heavy firepower. look.

Maybe it's because the infected organism is not strong to begin with.

I'll give it a try next time I get a chance.

【come over】

A voice command was issued, and the faceless nurse walked up to her and lay down on the sofa under the voice command. Miss Watson moved her body and rested her head comfortably on those long legs. The advantages of wire control are revealed at this time. Without any verbal communication, Lisa can feel the owner's thoughts and gently massage her forehead with both hands.

"I feel like an asshole."

Miss Watson took off her two boots and threw them off the sofa: "...well, I am indeed a bastard. Greedy, promiscuous, jealous and possessive, and I also like to engage in seduction all day long. People’s little tricks. If I wasn’t good-looking, how could so many people like me? Are you right?”

"Well......"

Lisa nodded obediently.

"Ha! How dare you agree? See how I deal with you!"

After a one-sided brawl in high spirits, Miss Watson walked into the bathroom, satisfied.

She felt that she should find something to do in a few days. It would be too depraved to be tired of being with the black light servants all the time! People must have ideals in life and have the belief to fight for them! Just like the female reporter before, she risked her own life in order to make a big news, and was finally caught in Albania...

Catch Albania…

Albania......

Gan! I actually forgot about this!

Miss Watson stood outside the bathroom with her eyes wide open. She finally remembered that a certain woman had asked her for help. What was the name of that female reporter? Oh yes, Jimora, is she still alive? Wait, I didn’t seem to agree to rescue her, right? Whether she dies or not has nothing to do with me.

But aren't you looking for something to do now?

Why don't you go take a look?

The little devil in your heart is tempting you. Anyway, you have a pocket watch and can run back to Silent Hill at any time. What are you worried about?

"What am I worried about? I'm worried about you! You're crazy!" Miss Watson turned to look at herself in the mirror, with a baffled look on her face: "What the hell! It's only been a few days since the holiday, and you're thinking about work so quickly. ?Are you out of your mind Miss Watson?!"

After a while, she took a deep breath.

I really had this thought just now.

Miss Watson held the sink with both hands and leaned closer to the light purple eyes in the mirror.

Dare you say otherwise?

After a moment of silence, she scratched her hair: "Okay... okay! Just go and do something big. It's not that far away anyway."

After saying that, Miss Watson strode to the bathroom with her head held high, and the enchanting body in the mirror disappeared from the edge. But the next second, she appeared again, pointing with a finger: "But you, my friend, you are a psycho, you know? Humph!"

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"You have great vision, beauty. It can be called a work of art!"

The sweaty black market vendor bulged his belly and the curly hair on his arms trembled: "This is a specially customized tactical model! The competition-grade barrel, grip and stock are also customized. Take a look. This one, the top of the receiver and the handguard are equipped with Picatinny rails. You can install any accessories you want! Speaking of accessories, you definitely need a scope, right? I strongly recommend that you replace this Hensoldt ) original sniper scope, haha, who would want such an unfortunate thing? It doesn’t even have after-sales service in North America. Who can you go to to repair it if it breaks..."

"I'm going to add a custom rail on the front just above the receiver, extending to the right side, and then deflecting it up 45 degrees."

Miss Watson, disguised as a black girl, interrupted: "Install a holographic sight there for emergency use, and then replace the main sight directly above the receiver with a Leupold Mark series."

"No problem! You have the final say!"

Looking at the dozens of wads of US dollars in front of him, the vendor rubbed his palms and said with a flattering look on his face: "Miss, do you still need bullets? I have enough high-precision sniper bullet tubes here!"