The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

Jimora was awakened by the smell of meat.

Opening her eyes, she saw a plate of pancakes and assorted vegetables in front of her, with two grilled fish on top. The woman's appetite was instantly aroused. She took two sips of water and immediately grabbed the food and took a big bite. But as soon as she moved her mouth, she screamed out in pain again, and then she recalled that several of her teeth had been knocked out before, and the wounds had not healed at all, and they were torn apart this time.

How can toothache be so easy to bear?

Seeing Jimora swallowing a mouthful of food with difficulty, then sticking her head out the car window and gargling her mouth continuously, with her facial features twisted together, Miss Watson couldn't help but feel a little guilty. If Mr. Watson had persisted and found this woman in the chaos, wouldn't she have suffered this? Thinking of this, Miss Watson rejected the idea again.

Who has time to do this at that time?

"......Thank you."

The woman in the passenger seat turned back and nibbled on the pancake, making a dry sound. Snot and tears were flowing everywhere on that sweaty face, and I didn't know if it hurt.

"It's good to know." Miss Watson hugged her chest and began to check her pistol: "Eat quickly, this food cost me three AKMs."

"what?"

"Ah? What? You don't think this is a civilized society, do you?" Seeing the woman's confused expression, she blinked: "Those cooking uncles didn't ask for too many Leks, but they were interested in my weapons. , they need guns to protect their families. In this hellish place, sometimes bullets are much more effective than money."

"Okay." Jimora started to find something to say: "Your voice is so nice, and you have such a good figure. Although your face is covered, I know you must be very beautiful. Why do you want to be a soldier? "

"Hey... do you really want to ask this?"

Miss Watson turned her head, her scarlet pupils glowing coldly: "It's not impossible to tell you. Maybe, if you want, I can show you my face and tell you my story. For example. .....What is the relationship between me and Mr. Deathstroke? Who is Mr. Deathstroke? You want to know?"

"Really? You want to say it?"

As soon as the reporter's occupational disease comes up, the woman doesn't even bother to eat.

"You can say it! You can say it! Is there anything that can't be said?" Miss Watson chuckled twice, her eyes slightly narrowed, and her natural charm made Jimora's heart itch. But the "female soldier" immediately changed the topic and raised her chin with her index finger: "But after I finish speaking, I have to kill you, then break your body into pieces and sink it to the bottom of the sea. How about that?"

Jimora's excited expression was as if she was being strangled. She muttered on her lips for a few seconds, but she still lowered her head and ate the pancakes.

"Tsk—Okay, I'm just kidding."

Miss Watson felt very happy about bullying her peers in her previous life: "But if I didn't come to serve as a soldier, you wouldn't be able to touch me today, right?"

Hearing the teasing tone in the other person's tone, the woman ate a piece of sesame seed cake angrily. How could this newly intensified occupational disease subside so easily? From the bottom of her heart, Jimora didn't think that being too curious was a bad thing. Even though she was caught from Paris, France and sent to Albania because of this characteristic, she still "relapsed" when the opportunity to chat came up.

"I know this gun."

After looking at Miss Watson's pistol for a while, the female reporter took the initiative and said, "This is Colt's M1911, right?"

"Yes, but also no."

Miss Watson raised the pistol, took out a few more bullets and stuffed them into the magazine: "This is the Grizzly V-type. In essence, it is an enlargement of the original Colt M1911 pistol, and then slightly modified to make it Can withstand bullets of larger size and power, look at this..." She pointed at the muzzle brake that was more than an inch longer at the muzzle, and took out a .50AE pistol bullet from the magazine: "This is the same as the Desert Eagle. The ammunition fired is the same type. You know Desert Eagle? It is often seen in recent movies. The diameter of the warhead is 12.7mm, and the total length of the projectile is 33mm. It only takes one shot to blow off a person's head. This is the romance of women... …Hello--!"

Seeing a blond woman walking out from the back of the car, Miss Watson raised her voice: "Don't run too far to go to the bathroom. If someone takes you away, I won't rescue you again!"

“Wait, in Russian, that girl is Ukrainian!”

Jimora quickly reminded him.

Do Ukrainians understand Russian? Miss Watson was stunned for a moment, then reacted.

It’s only 1998, so this generation of Ukrainians should understand. Sure enough, the woman nodded, then took two steps away and squatted down. The female reporter started talking and began to introduce her companions. Except for a Ukrainian woman, the other girls were all from France. Originally, the three of them were just like those high-priced virgins, all ready to be shipped out and sold, but they didn't expect that the Illyria Alliance was broken up a while ago, and the remaining gang members had no channels and no strength, so they couldn't do this. When it comes to buying and selling ideas, just grab one and use it one by one.

The female reporter continued to talk, but Miss Watson's expression had changed somewhat.

Several figures appeared on the hill behind.

"(Russian) You! Come back after this!"

After saying that, she jumped into the trunk and grabbed an SVD marksman rifle. The figures in the scope were looming among the trees. These men were moving in a sneaky way and were holding rifles in their hands. It was impossible to say they had good intentions. If Miss Watson hadn't had good eyesight, she would have let them touch the area. But the two sides were now two hundred meters apart, so she had plenty of opportunities to take action.

After removing the magazine and loading 5 more rounds without haste, Miss Watson began to aim at the target.

Several women scrambled out of the car and hid behind the engine.

boom!

Miss Watson deliberately hit the person at the front at the feet. The attackers immediately lay down on the spot and crawled to a nearby bunker.

Still not leaving?

She frowned slightly. In this situation, this group of people either thought they could withstand the attack and get to the target before he decided to drive away, or they were attracting the target's attention and there were other accomplices in other locations. Sure enough, within a few seconds, the spider-sense began to tingle on the nerves, the feeling that Miss Watson was familiar with, that someone was aiming a gun at her.

The sting suddenly became intense.

This man was going to shoot.

Squatting down, the sound of bullets passing by passed by. Her prepared ears caught the direction of the sound, and Miss Watson grabbed the Deshka heavy machine gun and fired at the sniper. Several tentacles quietly poked out from under her feet, pulling the RPG launcher to the side of her legs. She picked it up, pulled down the hammer behind the handle, and then suddenly turned to the top of the mountain.

Anyway, I won’t be able to take so many away by then, so I might as well shoot them all.

Several sneak attackers were still rushing forward when they suddenly saw a rocket-propelled grenade flying over and were blown down the slope. Miss Watson raised the SVD and fired one or two shots at each person, then raised the machine gun again and continued to shoot at the sniper's position. A few seconds later, the second RPG launcher was pulled to the leg by the tentacles.

Phew——Boom! ! ! !

In the large smoke and dust, a figure jumped up and ran out.

boom!

Get it done.

"Let's eat on the way. This movement should attract people nearby." Miss Watson reloaded the SVD, observed it with the binoculars for two minutes, then turned to call the women beside the car. The pickup truck quickly restarted its engine and continued heading northwest.

......

As the sky grows dark, the destination finally appears.

The sound of the ocean tide flooded into his ears through the car window. The sleepy Jimora opened his eyes and raised his head, and the golden afterglow came into view. Dailan Beach is not big, just like a semicircular bowl filled with sea water. There are many small lawns on the shore, mixed with sand. She had forgotten how long it had been since she had seen the sunset. It had only been half a day since she was free again, and it still seemed like a dream.

My stomach is no longer hungry, I have regained my energy after sleeping all the way, and my brain finally has enough strength to start thinking about other things. The female reporter just stared at the sunset blankly, saying nothing. In the back seat of the pickup truck, because it was completely open, the three women had wrapped themselves in rags like cargo and lay down curled up to prevent the wind from giving them headaches.

"Okay, that's it."

Miss Watson put the flashlight out of the car window, confirmed the code with the people on the beach, and drove over.

"Oh~ are they really all women?"

A young man with short hair looked around excitedly, and finally stared at Miss Watson's half-open chest, his eyes shining: "Nice to meet you, beautiful lady! My name is Hernan, and this is my uncle Abel . I heard that you needed to take a boat, and we rushed over immediately! I have to say, you are very lucky, because we happened to..."

Snapped!

The middle-aged man behind him took two steps forward and interrupted Hernan's words with a slap: "Sorry, ma'am, you can't take this car away. You should know that, right?"

"Of course." Miss Watson lifted the ammunition box with one hand and strode to the boat. The short-haired boy followed with a diligent look on her face and reached out to hold the box: "Let me do it. I will help you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the arms box in his hand suddenly sank, and the unexpected weight pulled his body. Hernan didn't react at all, and he fell forward. The ground on the beach was very soft and his fingers were not hurt. He tried to lift the box with a look of astonishment on his face, and then turned to look at Miss Watson's sexy back with disbelief on his face.

"...The weight is a bit higher than expected, madam. If you still want to take that heavy machine gun away, then I suggest you give up." Beside the pickup truck, the middle-aged man Abel twitched the corners of his eyes. As the captain, he knew more information. Salazar made it clear on the phone, "Don't mess with Deathstroke's friends." The scene just now directly proved that this sexy woman's strength was obviously abnormal.

But he said nothing and urged his nephew Hernan to start the boat.

Soon, the engine started.

The black smoke was blown away by the sea breeze. On the gradually shrinking beach, the pickup truck was bathed in the sunset, looking lonely and small. Jimora watched the heavy machine gun on the carriage getting further and further away, as if this nightmare had finally distanced itself from him. Someone behind her was already sobbing, and she wanted to cry too, but in the end she held it back and breathed the salty air into her chest.

Miss Watson stopped looking at the coast and looked ahead.

There is a medium-sized fishing boat parked on the sea.

This is the means of transportation for the next section of the road.

The smuggling ship heading to Italy will meet them at sea and take away the women; and Abel will take her north to the port of Durrës. That place is only 40 miles away from the capital Tirana. There are very few airports in Albania. If you want to get on a plane as soon as possible, you can only go to the capital. Salazar is already coordinating flights. If there is any delay on his side, he will have to pay extra money.

"Okay, come on up, ladies!"

The short-haired boy Hernan has no time to harass them for the time being. He has to help the boatmen secure the boats. Captain Abel led Miss Watson and others into the cabin: "This is where you will rest. Just sleep peacefully. I will bring you some food later. If nothing else happens, you will be able to board the boat before tomorrow morning." Got on the ship to Italy.”

"Thank you for bailing us out."

After the middle-aged man left, the female reporter approached Miss Watson again and wanted to express her gratitude again.

"Ah."

After rubbing her beret, Miss Watson took out the grizzly pistol and played with it: "Remember to carry a gun with you at all times from now on. Don't think that a civilized society is safer."

"Can you tell me your name?"

The female reporter's eyes were serious: "I don't ask anything else, I just want to know your name."

Miss Watson turned her head and looked into her eyes quietly for a long time. Her red lips behind the scarf lightly parted:

"My name is Lara Croft."