The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

In the middle of the night, I was smoking a cigar in the sniper scope, and that face was so unrestrained.

awesomeness……

court death!

Miss Watson touched the trigger, but she still put away her weapon, kept a distance of more than 200 meters, and followed the cigar man's convoy from a high place. She was lying in ambush here just to confirm Heisenberg's movement as soon as possible. The first stop after coming out of the factory was the altar. She couldn't do anything during this section of the road, otherwise she might alarm Miranda under the altar. After passing the altar, continue walking west to reach the village. There is a large section of wild road, and that is where Miss Watson is preparing to launch the attack.

Behind her, more than a dozen tentacles stretched into the magazine of the PKM general machine gun, fearing that the more than one hundred rounds of bullets would make any noise. Taking into account the particularity of the opponent's ability, Miss Watson also tried her best to remove large metal objects such as magazines from her body. Anyway, even if she wanted to shoot, she probably wouldn't have many chances.

The marching route has been walked through countless times in her mind. Miss Watson moved lightly among the rocks, and the volume of each step was controlled at a low level.

In the night vision field of view, Heisenberg was walking in front of the team carrying a long-handled hammer, followed by two people and vehicles.

That's right, a cart pulled by biochemical armor soldiers is a human cart, isn't it?

After quietly following the altar, Miss Watson began to quicken her pace. Just when the distance between the two parties narrowed to dozens of meters, the man holding the cigar suddenly turned around. Miss Watson had been paying attention to the other party's movements, and when she saw something was wrong, she quickly lowered her body. But a few seconds later, a rough English male voice came into my ears: "Aha! Hiding little mouse? I already know where you are. Do you want to come out by yourself, or should I do it myself?"

Very confident tone.

So how did he find me?

Miss Watson looked at the PKM general machine gun in her hand, but immediately put the issue aside for the time being. Now is a good opportunity. "Magneto" is indeed such a arrogant and pretentious character. It is better for him to cooperate with the performance so that this guy can relax his vigilance. Thinking of this, she stood up with PKM in hand, jumped forward a few times and stepped on the path below.

"Oh~ I didn't expect it to be a lady."

Heisenberg touched his old hat and grinned his yellow teeth: "What do you want to do by staring at me in the middle of the night? Looking at your appearance...it's probably not for a date, right? "

"...I'm investigating."

When it comes to making up stories, Miss Watson never needs to prepare in advance: "We received several villagers who escaped from here. They reported that cultists have been operating in this village for a long time and are killing civilians through violent means. You must Understand, these cultists have seriously violated the laws of the Republic..."

"Tsk-hahahahaha!!!!" Before he could finish hearing the words, the cigar-shaped man stopped smoking and laughed wildly. When Heisenberg smiled, Miss Watson felt the PKM machine gun in her hand being pulled by a force. She pretended to be panicked and deliberately watched the weapon fly up and hover next to the man.

"Are you telling me about the law?"

Heisenberg held it up with one hand, and several iron plates flew out from the car behind him, covering up Miss Watson: "This is simply the funniest thing I've heard this year! You won't think I really believe it. Right? Ma’am, I don’t like it when someone lies to me, especially a woman.”

After a pause, he smiled again: "But don't worry, I've always been very polite to women."

Pop!

The man didn't see any movement, and a surge of electricity suddenly crawled up from Miss Watson's feet. She was stunned and quickly screamed in pain, her body tightening her muscles in cooperation. After absorbing Spider-Woman, the black light body itself has the ability to release bioelectricity. Ms. Watson rarely uses it at ordinary times, but unexpectedly it exerted a defensive effect at this time.

The current only lasted for a few seconds. Heisenberg held the long-handled hammer and approached step by step: "I will bring you to the Mother Goddess. No matter what your purpose is, in her hands, you will realize what I just did." How gentle..."

"Don't come over!!!"

Correct!

Come closer and take a few more steps! !

Miss Watson's face was panicked and helpless, her voice was hysterical, but her heart was filled with joy. Tentacles all over the body protruded out one after another, some began to unbutton their belts and clothes, while others lifted up their trouser legs and penetrated into the ground, quickly approaching Heisenberg's position.

"I have to praise you. Your voice is really nice. If you shout a few more words, haha, I definitely won't mind." The man finally came closer and stretched out his hand to pull Miss Watson's face scarf: "Cover your head." You're so shameless and so sneaky, you think I'm stupid..."

Pfft!

In an instant, several spikes of black light biomass passed out from under Heisenberg's feet and stabbed directly into his thighs and crotch. Before "Magneto" could react, a bloody mouth occupied his entire field of vision.

If there is anything particularly convenient about the body of the Black Light Virus, it must be that it is free from the limitations of the human body. Miss Watson's neck stretched forward one meter, and all her body became tentacles, softly breaking away from the iron hoop. The thin layer of camouflage uniform was torn, and what appeared in front of Heisenberg was a large mass of dark red biomass.

He finally realized what was happening.

But it was too late.

Miss Watson bit Heisenberg's face, her fangs piercing the skull and going straight to the brain; more spikes followed, piercing the throat and piercing the shoulders. The cars, iron plates and other metal objects behind the two men trembled one after another. Even the mechanically modified biochemical armor soldiers were shaking as if they were short-circuited. When "Magneto" was about to die, a strong magnetic field fluctuation erupted, and several circles of abandoned iron fences further away even rose from the ground. Not only that, large electric sparks erupted all over the man's body, accompanied by violent flashes and crackling sounds, burning Miss Watson's tentacles.

Heisenberg couldn't scream after all. Anger and humiliation collided in his chest, almost bursting his body. As a black light sword blade penetrated, the energy was completely released.

All the scattered sounds were lost in the heavy snow.

But for Miss Watson, the real torture had just begun. As Heisenberg was gradually swallowed by the black light body, severe pain also followed. Tentacles surged all over his body, and bursts of electric sparks also erupted. She could hardly control her body anymore, and it took all her strength to prevent herself from falling to the snow.

I have to go away.

I want to hide and not stay in the middle of the road.

Several minutes passed before Miss Watson took the first step toward the roadside. To be honest, every time I plan this kind of action in advance, the final process and results seem to be different from what I expected at the beginning. But no matter what, this result is considered the best one now. If it happened again, she couldn't guarantee whether Heisenberg would still be fooled.

Maybe next, I can continue to hide and think about how to deal with the remaining two lords.

The premise is not to be discovered by the werewolf.

The soles of my feet stepped heavily into the snowdrifts.

Actions that used to be extremely easy are now extremely difficult. The few biochemical armor soldiers that seemed to be short-circuited also reacted at this time and gathered towards Miss Watson. Unable to control her body, she could only watch the monsters pounce on her, push her down on the snow, and then be decomposed by the black light virus amidst the surge of electric sparks and tentacles.

Fortunately, no one saw it now, otherwise a few zombies chewing on a bunch of human-shaped tentacles would be too scary.

Miss Watson could not stand up at all and could only crawl to the side of the road on her hands and knees. Now the body changes more and more, even the two hands have lost their basic shape, each turning into a bunch of tentacles. The sleepiness that came over her became stronger and stronger, and finally, after climbing a few meters further, Miss Watson used her last bit of strength to pull a few clumps of snow onto her body, and then she fell asleep completely.

Heisenberg's long-handled hammer lay quietly on the ground, the family crest shining brightly.

The snow is far from over.

I don’t know how much time passed, but the snowflakes covered the footprints and Miss Watson’s naked body, leaving only two iron trailers standing alone in the middle of the road.

......

My skin gradually felt a warmth.

There was a woman talking vaguely in my ears, which sounded very strange. My brain was in a daze for a while, and I finally recognized that the other person was speaking Romanian. This is obviously a legacy from "Magneto" Carl Heisenberg. After all, he has also lived in this village for many years. How could he not understand the local language? However, Miss Watson can only understand roughly. If she wants to be as proficient in German and English as her own, she will have to absorb a few unlucky people who speak Romanian.

She quietly opened her eyes, only to be met with a young and tender face.

The boy in front of him was about early ten years old, with messy short brown hair, and the backs of his two hands in front of him were slightly red and swollen. When Miss Watson opened her eyes, he leaned back with his mouth open, jumped up and ran out of the room. After a while, the half-open door was pushed open again, and a young woman wearing a headscarf walked in: "I'm sorry, miss. We poor people have very simple homes. Can you understand me? I Called Roxana.”

"...where is this?"

"Where is this? Our village has no name. We have been living here for generations." Roxana carried a clay pot and began to pour water into the cup: "On the contrary, you...no one has come to the village for many years. At least I haven’t seen you since I was so old, why are you here?”

"Uh, ma'am, you don't need to use my honorific."

Miss Watson still understood this very unique "you".

"How can this be done? Judging from your beauty and temperament, you must be a lost noble lady from some family." The young woman became more and more outrageous as she spoke, but the look on her face was very solemn: "When my family's Pai Pai found you, you were completely You were buried in the snow, your whole body was cold, and there was no heartbeat. I thought you were dead."

"...Who is Pai Pai?"

"Oh, it's my hunting dog."

The woman rubbed the clay pot with her fingers: "Last night in the middle of the night, many iron objects in the house suddenly shook violently, and the iron pots and kettles all fell to the floor. My child and I woke up in the middle of the night and found that the chain of the hunting dog in the yard was broken. Paipai ran out while shouting, so I could only light the oil lamp and chase him out, and then I found that Paipai had found you next to two carriages."

I knew it!

I should dig a hole for myself next time!

Miss Watson rolled her eyes and sat up, realizing she was wearing a rough cloth. Roxana immediately put her hands in front of her thighs, bowed apologetically, and then picked up a pair of military boots from the door: "I'm very sorry, miss, you didn't have any clothes on you at the time. I only have this kind of farm work clothes at home. These must be your boots, right? I've wiped them clean for you."

Why is this woman so weird?

After holding the cup of hot water for a while, Miss Watson remembered the game settings. For more than a hundred years, the Mother Goddess Miranda has regarded herself as a "prophet" and won the worship of the villagers by demonstrating her various superpowers endowed by fungal roots. In order to maintain her rule, she not only prohibited local residents from leaving, but even banned newspapers and some books early to prevent young people from being exposed to modern materialist ideas that were not conducive to feudal superstition.

There are not many modern items in the village. Apart from shotguns, they probably only include cars and tractors.

No wonder these people still retain many of the concepts of the old times.

"These are indeed my boots, thank you." Miss Watson stepped out of the bed and pinched her arm: "I thank you for your kindness, ma'am. But to be honest, you shouldn't have brought me back, I just It will cause trouble for you.”