The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

At night, there were waves on the bow of the ship.

"Good evening, beautiful lady, why don't you rest?"

Miss Watson stood at the stern of the boat blowing the wind, while Hernan, the short-haired boy, sneaked over again while his uncle, the captain, was away. Miss Watson noticed that he was holding a bottle of wine in his hand, maybe he drank a few sips of it, and suddenly felt that he could do it again. From a man's point of view, she actually understood it very well. He was floating on the sea for most of the month, his hormones were overflowing in his youth, and there were no video games or sports. He still had no thoughts about women, so he was troubled.

How can a normal man endure it at this time?

Um...I don't count.

What did I like to do when I was in my early 20s in my previous life?

After thinking about the various games and indescribable things on the computer hard drive, and thinking about the high heels, stockings and skirts in the drawer, Miss Watson had to admit, well, at that time I was much more innocent and lustful than Hernan. This guy is too much.

"Why do you always wear a hijab?"

With a clang, the wine bottle was knocked to the side of the ship: "I can't help but want to say something from my heart. The ladies with you are all beautiful. Although I haven't seen your face, I know they must be more beautiful than others." Not with you. Seriously, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen."

The more you talk, the more embarrassed you become...

Isn’t that how you pick up girls? Besides, can you still fake the way you looked at those ladies’ lustful breasts before? Come and tell me this now, how do you hold yourself back from blushing?

Oh, you've been drinking until your face turns red.

Miss Watson pulled out an axe: "Mr. Hernan, it will do you no good to know too much about me. After I disembark at the port of Durrës, maybe you will never see me again in this life. This is also me I'm willing to give you some reasons to be patient, but you'd better not have any unrealistic ideas. If you ask me, you might as well target the ladies in the cabin... Sorry, look at what I said Yes, they may have been allergic to men in recent years."

Hernan looked at the axe, then at her face, his eyes couldn't stop running towards the deep snow-white ravine: "Oh, it's just a chat..."

"Okay."

Tony Stark, the big dog owner, has fully proved that Miss Watson has always been very active in teasing men. She gently raised her right hand and turned the military ax until the cold light flashed: "Just chatting is boring, why don't we get more exciting later?"

"Hey! You brat!"

Abel had just half stepped out of the cabin. When he saw this scene, he immediately rushed over and grabbed his nephew's ears: "I told you not to harass the guests. Have you lost your memory? Huh? Do you still have some rules in your eyes?" ? This is my ship! What I say are the rules! If you keep doing this, believe it or not, I will throw you off?!"

"I'm not, I didn't..." The short-haired boy wanted to say something more, but his neck was already strangled by thick arms. The captain showed an apologetic smile to Miss Watson, and soon dragged Hernan and disappeared into the cabin.

The night falls silent.

The sound of the waves is distinctly strong and weak, like a lullaby, with a wonderful rhythm that makes the body and mind peaceful.

After experiencing so many fierce battles, those desires to kill were completely gone, and her mind continued to be empty. Miss Watson wanted to just lean against the side of the boat and wait quietly until dawn. After being in a daze for a while, she picked up the ax again. This is a standard modern military one-handed ax with an integrated attack part. The two ends are diamond-shaped ax blades and curved hooks about 15 cm long. When I saw several rows of melee weapons in the store, Miss Watson fell in love immediately. This fierce guy.

In fact, at her current level, coupled with the skill support of a large number of soldiers and killers, most conventional melee weapons can be used proficiently, and choosing an ax is more of a change of taste. But there is one thing to say, the shock and deterrence of this ax hitting a person's head cannot be achieved by a dagger.

During a battle yesterday, Miss Watson used a hook to pry off a man's head, scaring the other party's companions into running away.

Perhaps this is why Michela prefers machetes.

Obviously...she was still an elegant lady who liked to spin butterfly knives...

Om-!

The phone in my pocket suddenly vibrated.

[Letter: Michela]

?

Damn it, why is she texting?

This girl never sends text messages. Why did she suddenly send one? Miss Watson, who was still feeling the tranquility just now, opened the cover of her phone with eyes wide open and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw the field "When will you come back". But the next second, she felt a little ridiculous: What am I nervous about?

Looking back on the time just now, although I wasn't too nervous, I was still nervous after all.

Like a virgin who just fell in love.

"Ha...virgin..."

Miss Watson muttered, her fingertips flicked on the keys of the phone, and sent back a sentence: "Maybe in the middle of next month."

Om-!

Michela’s reply was quick: [I want to hear your voice].

Is this suitable? Want to hear me talk? Are we boyfriend and girlfriend? You want to hear my voice now? Miss Watson looked around and slapped herself twice without hesitation: they drank together, fought together, hugged and kissed her, and more than once! Is your relationship with Miss Butterfly Knife different from that of a couple?

In the final analysis, wasn't it because Mr. Watson couldn't help but flirt with her?

It's all that stinky man's fault!

"Humph!"

Hesitantly pressed the call button with his fingertips, and the balance of the phone card in the "Death Knell" account began to drop. Advanced technologies are often applied first in the military field, and communications are no exception. However, if you can use it, you can use it. In the late 90s, the cost of transoceanic calls was not that cheap.

The beeping soon stopped.

Even breathing sounds came from the receiver, and a scene suddenly appeared in Miss Watson's mind: the girl was huddled on the bed, with the sheet covering her head, and the phone's microphone was held very close, so she could catch her breath. The call had already been connected, but Michela remained silent. Miss Watson had to take the initiative to say: "Good evening? It must be evening over there, right?"

"...Who are you? Where is Watson?"

Miss Watson's mouth twitched: "Haven't you heard my female voice before?"

"Oh, then I'm looking for Mr. Watson, not Miss Watson." The voice on the other end of the receiver said seriously: "Please let him come out."

"Sorry, Mr. Watson is busy now."

"Really? Then I guess...you are wearing women's clothes to seduce men now?"

"Ah——" Miss Watson turned around and leaned against the side of the ship: "You were right!"

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The modified fishing boat was running at full speed on the waves, while night fell as expected in New York City, thousands of miles away. Rows of car lights turned on one after another, and the light spots slowly flowed on the road like pearls. Roadside shops also lit up their own signs. Although the weather was still cold in mid-February, it did not affect people's nightlife at all.

"I'm sorry, Ms. Horne, there's always some traffic at this point."

A blue SUV was mixed in the traffic, with a big lump of fat dangling on the spacious back seat. The strong body odor made the driver couldn't help but turn the air conditioner button to the maximum.

"answer my question."

The voice on the other end of the receiver was very faint, but it made the fat man Julian hold the phone tightly and sweat profusely: "Yes, yes, I understand. The personnel we dispatched entered Gotham in late January, and they are doing their best. I will do my best to investigate! But you also know that the city is really chaotic. I will definitely be able to go over there and supervise the site tomorrow, I promise!"

"I've heard before that you're very lucky."

Ms. Horn's voice became louder: "This project is now separated. It is of great significance. I will not allow anyone to hold it back. There is not so much time for you to dillydally. You'd better understand that you have a lot to do in this job." People are waiting to take over. If you don't get enough results by the end of the month, your luck is over."

"Of course, of course, thank you!"

Julian hung up the phone, grabbed the back of the co-pilot's seat, and straightened up with difficulty: "Hey! Can't you go faster? If you can't catch the plane, you'll go to hell!"

What can I do if I'm stuck in traffic?

The driver sent greetings to the fat leader's family in his heart, but on the surface he could only agree: "Yes, sir."

"Okay? 'Okay' is useless!"

The fat man slapped the back of the front seat, accidentally pulling the wound on his shoulder. The pain caused him to curse loudly. He really didn't want to go to that hellish place in Gotham anymore. I led my team there at the end of January. I didn't expect that I would be stuck in a traffic jam just after I left the airport. The traffic jam lasted for three hours. Then I didn't know where gunshots came from. Suddenly the whole street was in chaos, followed by an explosion.

Recalling the heavy truck that hit him at full speed and flattened the front half of the car, Fatty suddenly felt that he was really lucky to be able to return to New York alive.

But he had no choice, he had to go back again.

I'm going to hire a bunch of bodyguards...

Gudonggudonggudong! !

After the can of beer was finished, Julian lowered the window and threw the empty can out unethically. The can hit the pavement and almost hit the toe of a man's shoe. The man was startled and then raised his middle finger towards the fat man in the car. But all he saw was the slowly rising car window and a mocking face. Traffic finally began to move forward slowly. This scene fell into the eyes of several policemen behind the front window of a roadside bar. Some of them couldn't help but frown: "Damn rich guy (rich: rich), riding in such a good car, his quality is worse than a homeless man!"

"I advise you not to mess with rich people."

The male policeman next to him laughed: "Max was very unlucky last week, wasn't he?"

"Fxck! Why did you mention that? Cheers!"

"Yeah~ cheers!"

Several large beer glasses collided together, foam splashed out, but no one cared. Today's protagonist is chewing a steak and silently watching this slightly embarrassing toast game.

"Seriously, Felicia, when did you stop drinking? This isn't you!"

"Sorry, I'm driving today."

Felicia's attention was not on the wine table at all. She stared at a woman in the corner. Although the woman was wearing a hood, the familiar color and shape of her lips immediately reminded the policewoman of Kim's last week. Tower Club shooting.