The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

After a shopping spree, Miss Watson threw the clothes into the fire in the alley, put on another set of casual clothes, left the dark alley, and walked into the New York Temple dragging the large arms box. There is a sizable weapons black market underground in the Big Apple City. The vendors have a wide range of channels and can fully meet the customization services of various small arms. Although this city’s gun control capabilities rank among the top ten in the federation, who allows the mercenary industry to be backed by a bunch of banks?

As long as they give enough money, some people can even take out heavy weapons...

Of course, the delivery location cannot be within the city.

Perhaps because rich people gather together, the New York police are more responsible when it comes to suppressing illegal arms trade. The last time Miss Watson disguised herself as "Ms. Tarantula" and went to the Bronx to buy ammunition in the middle of the night, part of the reason was due to the police actions during that period, which forced the underground black market to temporarily close down.

In addition to the two special pistols, Miss Watson also bought new long guns.

The first is the MSG90 ("90" refers to the launch in 1990) semi-automatic sniper rifle from HK Company, with a magazine capacity of 20 rounds and an effective range of one kilometer. The length of the whole gun is about 1.2 meters. After adding a beveled holographic sight, it can also be used as a close-range combat rifle when necessary; as for the other one, it is a Saiga-12 shotgun. Last time she used it to deal with Kuzu in the plane. I've used it with snakes and the experience has been quite good.

It's a pity that this time there is no 20-round long magazine customized by Old Howard. For Miss Watson, what she needs is fierce firepower.

Smash every dog's head in sight.

Because her next stop is Romania.

......

Standing on Kama Taj's teleportation array, he opened his eyes again and saw the Silent Hill Church Hall in front of him.

Looking to the right, white light came from the gap in a wooden door. This was the passage Miss Watson used when she escaped from Albania a while ago. After being "upgraded" by Bucky, the Winter Soldier, the pocket watch has the ability to retain the passage. As long as new channels are not opened in the real world, the old channels will remain. Now, as long as she opens the door, she can immediately return to a small room in Vlore, Albania.

But if the door over there is destroyed, the passage here will no longer shine.

Now it seems that everything is normal.

Miss Watson walked over to the bench and struggled to take off her jeans. She lowered her head, looked at her toes that were completely covered by her chest, and let out a long sigh. She had already gone down the path of a big-breasted lady and would never look back. Sometimes it's really annoying if my breasts are too big. For example, I can't see my belly when I lower my head to reach for a magazine on my abdominal carrier, so I can only touch it by feel. The little palm slapped left and right until it touched the square magazine.

In fact, many experienced soldiers are like this. They don't need to see whether the magazine is empty or full, or how much it has been used up. They can feel it by weighing it with their hands.

This time, Miss Watson is ready to implement her new idea——

Think of Silent Hill as an arsenal.

Since every time I use my pocket watch to open the door, I see a church hall in front of me, so if I store a bunch of weapons and ammunition in the hall, can I just use my pocket watch to open the door to get them?

The plan goes through!

If the door is big enough, even armored vehicles can be put in for you!

She has tried it before. Once the door to the entrance to the real world is completely closed, she must use a pocket watch to connect again. Otherwise, if you reach out and open the door directly, you will only be able to see what is behind the door.

The only question is, Kama Taj Teleportation Array can throw me here with a gun, but will Silent Hill save my things?

Miss Watson, fully dressed, carried the ammunition box and gently pushed open the luminous door in front of her. Behind the door was indeed the small room in Vlora. It was late at night in Albania, but there were still sporadic gunshots. She stepped out slowly and closed the wooden door behind her. After waiting for ten minutes, Miss Watson opened the door again with her pocket watch and saw that the casual clothes she had taken off earlier were still hanging on the chair. She finally relaxed and threw the heavy arms box over.

Okay, let me see if that unfortunate female reporter is still there...

Miss Watson climbed to the top of the building, entered night vision mode, and moved toward the northeastern part of the city where the original Illyrian Alliance base camp was located.

There are more and more ruins of houses along the way, and many pits dented by shells can also be seen. By the time we entered the base camp, it had almost become a garbage dump. More than a week after the battle, there are still many corpses that have not been cleared away. They are all covered with vultures, rats and other scavengers, and the stench is strong.

A dozen wild dogs were walking around, occasionally looking up because of the sound of gunfire, their eyes shining faintly. Miss Watson carried the gun and continued walking for dozens of meters, and finally saw gunfire.

The shooter didn't look like a soldier.

Although the grassroots "soldiers" of the Illyrian Alliance don't have uniform uniforms, they can just throw away their weapons and run around pretending to be civilians in the war zone. But after all, Miss Watson has been on the battlefield for so long, and she can still distinguish the temperament of serving or fighting for a long time. As for the people in front of them, not to mention their temperament, they couldn't even put up the most basic battle formation, and they had no organization at all.

At least get a pair of eyes to look at your butt, right? What do you want to do when you are all staring at one side?

What should I do if I am attacked?

After observing for a while, Miss Watson thought they might be civilians.

She saw that in another place, there were many figures wandering around in the ruins, like scavengers, picking here and there with flashlights. Those people also had weapons in their hands, but they seemed not to be disturbed by the fighting nearby and just continued their work. Seeing the food, clothes and various odds and ends they were carrying, Miss Watson finally confirmed her judgment.

With the current situation in Albania, it is simply impossible to dispatch sufficient armed forces in such a short period of time. The current order in the city of Vlora has completely collapsed, and every resident has to find a way to protect themselves. With so many things thrown on the battlefield, it is inevitable that some people who pick up weapons will harbor evil intentions. And homeless people would fight over half a bottle of wine, not to mention these scavengers?

Once you take action, the situation will be irreversible.

Miss Watson walked around the battlefield and came to the place where the "female prisoners" were originally held. The empty door of the half-collapsed temporary prison was wide open, and there was no one inside. I didn’t see any female corpses along the way. Maybe they had run away in advance?

Just as she was thinking about it, she met another group of scavengers. Miss Watson thought about it and decided to ask them.

I think the discussion is going to collapse.

After checking the face towel, she rolled her eyes, approached several people from behind, and said in Albanian: "Good evening, gentlemen, can I ask you a favor?"

Whoa!

Hearing a faint female voice late at night, these people trembled in fright, and immediately shined the flashlight over: "Who is it?"

"I have no ill intentions."

Miss Watson held up two pistols: "I'm looking for my friend. She is a foreign woman who speaks English. She was imprisoned here by the Illyrian gang before. Do you know where she went?"

"Put the gun down!"

"Sorry, no. If you don't plan to answer me, then so be it, I'll ask someone else. Or...how many bullets are you going to fight with me?" Miss Watson's muzzle flashed with cold light. , and said two more nonsense words: "Look... I have two guns here. I can kill at least one of you, right? Do you want to guess who it is? Gentlemen?"

Click!

She used her thumb to pull down the hammers of the two guns and chuckled twice: "I'm so sorry, I forgot that these two guns still have hammers."

The men looked at each other, and the one who looked like the leader said, "We haven't seen any foreign women who speak English."

"Okay then, you continue~"

Miss Watson raised her gun and backed away until she was out of sight. The scavengers did not fire. This made her feel a little happy. There are still some normal people in the world! Although they had been secretly staring at their chests just now, who among men doesn't do this?

"Hey! There's a woman here!!"

After walking for more than a hundred meters, there was a howl like a wolf, and then a bullet hit the foot: "Don't move! Girl! I see you! Put your hands up quickly!"

"Don't shoot! I surrender!"

Almost instantly, Miss Watson slips into character. She pretended to be frightened, raised her hands tremblingly, turned around and saw several men approaching.

"Hohoho~! Look at these breasts! It's amazing!" A guy directly reached out and touched Miss Watson's chest: "What are you doing here alone? Girl, are you lonely? Hahahahahaha !!!”

Miss Watson cut his neck lightly with a knife, interrupting his words abruptly. The ghostly figure swung its muzzle, and before the scavengers had time to react, everyone was hit. Although the strength has been deliberately reduced, for ordinary humans, this slight blow from the black light body is terrifying enough.

Turning one person over with her feet, Miss Watson pulled out her pistol and slowly put it to the other person's head: "I ask, you answer."

……

boom!

In the city of Vlora late at night, it is destined to be unable to sleep peacefully.

Gray smoke emitted from the suppressor of the MSG90 muzzle, and a bullet accurately penetrated the target. The man who was shot fell from the balcony on the second floor and seemed to hit the car. A siren sounded immediately.

It took more than half an hour for Miss Watson to beat up all the scavengers nearby. She never met the few normal people she had met at the beginning. They were basically the ones who screamed and attacked. Under the cover of the night, Miss Watson rushed forward and dealt with all of them with three punches and two kicks. She fired at those who were far away. Knock them down, then grab each one and ask them one by one. Now she was heading southwest, and there were always people coming out with guns on the road. Miss Watson didn't hesitate, she took aim and shot.

A man held a gun and looked around the corner from the right. The MSG90 gun body was twisted to the left, and the holographic sight was immediately aimed at his chest. Miss Watson pulled the trigger, and the enemy collapsed to the ground before he could raise the muzzle of the gun.

Her shooting was rhythmic and she never missed.

Although the person hiding behind the bunker is hidden, he is also a fixed target to a certain extent. As long as he sticks out his limbs, he will have no way of hiding in the red-hot field of vision. After being strengthened again by the dead shooter, Miss Watson can almost complete the locked shot in half a second as long as she is in the field of vision.

Nearby residents huddled in their houses, listening to gunfire outside. The suppressed gunshot of the MSG90 is very recognizable. Every time it is fired, the sound of the AK automatic rifle outside weakens.

Miss Watson held back no more.

Scattered Illyrian remnants have appeared in front of them. Although there may be some other people mixed in, since they have the courage to come out to cause trouble, then consider yourself unlucky.

Lannister International came suddenly and left simply.

News from the scavengers shows that a small number of remaining members of the alliance have begun to return in the past two days. They are mainly responsible for detecting the situation, and if there is no danger, they will notify their respective bosses. The leader and second-in-command of the alliance died one after another, and the wealth left behind will naturally be of concern. Especially for the original middle and high-level personnel of the alliance, they are the backbone and the actual persons in charge who go to various transaction sites to control the situation. They are very clear about the relevant methods and rules, and they also have their own network of relationships and information channels. .

These people are fully qualified to work alone.

As long as you have money, guns and supplies.

Along the way, Miss Watson even saw a few familiar faces.

She couldn't help but sigh that the vitality of Albanian gangs is so tenacious, no wonder they can extend their sphere of influence to so many countries. However, thanks to these little minions who sneaked back, Miss Watson devoured a few and got the relevant information immediately. Although the Illyrian remnants are scattered in all directions, a relatively large part is gathered in the southwest suburban area.

As we get further away from the main city, it becomes quieter and quieter.

Miss Watson used her thermal vision to scan around a few times, and there was no one around. She hung the MSG90 on her back, picked up the three 20-round magazines that she had just emptied, and started loading them with a click. As long as your fingers are not tired, reloading is actually a very addictive task. In his previous life, he liked watching this kind of videos very much, especially to relieve stress.

At this time, she was walking on a cliff path, and below her was a large ocean tide, making a roaring sound. Miss Watson raised her left watch. It was now 4:41 in the morning in East District 1, the darkest hour before dawn.

Those gangsters should be sleeping soundly now, right?

I better hurry up.

Putting the filled magazine back into the hanging bag, Ms. Watson picked up the MSG90 and ran as fast as she could before disappearing to the end of the cliff.