The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

South America, Federal Republic of Brazil, Rio de Janeiro.

Boom! ! !

Lightning and thunder pierced the night again, and the torrential rain had washed the land for several hours, but showed no sign of slowing down. The room was a little stuffy, and there were vague voices coming through the door, but the girl in the room seemed to be possessed, silently looking at the wall in a daze.

"Oh, please, Kalena, we haven't seen each other for such a long time, and I have done you such a big favor."

"Don't do this to me, Hob."

Mother Wolf's voice was a little cold: "Business is business, it's not like I won't pay, so don't talk about those old friendships."

"Well, well, it pleases me that you still treat men the same way."

The man's voice disappeared outside the door, and soon a jeep roared away from the front yard. A few minutes later, Luper, wearing casual beachwear, opened the door and walked in. Seeing the two people in the room in a daze, he couldn't help but open his mouth and said in amusement: "Hey, Bertha, are you infected by the four eyes?"

Miss Kyoko hugged her knees and stared wide-eyed, as if there was something on the floor. This evening, there was a large-scale power outage in this area. Now the military laptop has run out of energy. Siyan, who cannot read the data, feels uncomfortable all over, as if he is addicted to the Internet. It seemed new to everyone, but they soon started to get used to it. On the contrary, Bertha didn't look right today, and she wasn't sharpening her knife.

"...I'm fine."

Michela glanced over and turned her head back.

A butterfly knife slid from the cuff to the palm of the hand, turned twice and then stopped. Half of the girl's face was immersed in the shadow of the moonlight, and her eyes were lowered, just like the heroine in a love movie who had insomnia in the middle of the night. Ruper knew what she was thinking. Ever since she was separated from Watson in Africa, Bertha's mood had been sinking lower every day. Now that everyone has come to Brazil to seek refuge together, there is not much activity on weekdays. Apart from exercising and "being in a daze", what else is there to do?

The sour smell of love.

Young is so good.

"Let's go get some fresh air, don't stay here with Bertha!" The French wife picked up the autistic Miss Kyoko and dragged her out. Bertha is not Watson, and verbal persuasion is extremely difficult. In view of the experience of getting along with her in the past few years, Luper does not want to touch the mine easily. Walking all the way to the living room, she pulled Si Yan's body and pressed her down on the sofa: "Bessa is in a bad mood these days, so don't mess with her, do you understand?"

"Oh."

Miss Kyoko's face was expressionless.

"Just "Oh"? Do you think I'm kidding you?" The French wife squeezed the other person's shoulders and shook them wildly. When dealing with guys like Si Yan who have no common sense, you have to have a tougher attitude: "I'm not kidding. Last time you pissed off Bertha, and you ended up scraping me with a few knives, which hurt my face."

"......oh."

"Very good, we still have time to spend here." Luper turned over and sat on the sofa, hugged Miss Kyoko into his arms, and took a deep breath of her hair fragrance: "You are cuter when you don't talk."

Four eyes remained silent and continued to act like a wooden figure. But the atmosphere did not calm down like this. There were footsteps approaching outside the door, and the unique movement of a prosthetic leg was easily identifiable. Soon, a loud voice came from the wall: "Hey! It's me. The ghost and I are almost dying of thirst. Come on, have some beer!"

"Get it yourself, Fatty."

The French wife gave her middle finger to each other: "You two had a lot of trouble last night. Let me say it again, we are not here for vacation. I don't care how many chicks you and Ghost go to have fun with, but if you get into trouble, you will be If you are arrested and taken to the police station, then you will live in the detention room until the end of the day!"

"Of course! Of course! I promise!" Beltway smiled as he opened the refrigerator, but he still planned to fight back: "But to be honest, I didn't expect that your network could extend to a place like Brazil, and You can still let us live in such a good house. Captain, those old friends of yours are really powerful."

"Don't even think about getting any gossip out of me, fat man." Luper stretched out his hand and said, "Bring me a can by the way."

As soon as I finished speaking, the lights came on.

Beltway was stunned for a few seconds and then let out a cheer. Holding on to half of his prosthetic leg, he jumped over the table with incredible agility. He didn't ask for any more beer. He made a tactical roll and disappeared out the door: "Ghost! Ghost! Did you hear the Russian? There's a phone call! There's a phone call! Put on your pants. Let’s set off quickly!”

"Wuhu~~!!"

There was a strange scream outside the door, and you knew who it was without having to guess.

"...These two guys will die on a woman's belly sooner or later." Listening to the two footsteps getting further and further away, Luper yawned and reached out to pat Siyan's belly. However, Miss Kyoko jumped up at this moment and rushed towards her room quickly. The French wife couldn't help rolling her eyes: "You want to turn on the computer now? Come back!"

She grabbed the waistband of the other party's pants, and to her surprise, Si Yan jumped forward. After freeing himself from the restraints, he rolled sideways on the carpet. When he got up, he was already standing in front of the door. Luper looked at the beach shorts in his hand and raised his eyebrows angrily: "Why are you always thinking about your laptop? Do you know that reading too much is bad for your eyes?"

boom!

She was answered by a door closing.

"Okay, Kalena, your team is full of freaks."

Luper took a deep breath, opened the can of cold beer, and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window of the living room with one hand in his pocket. Within the field of vision, countless bright yellow light spots slowly flowed on the street, and the music started playing again. The nightlife of this city has just begun, and the power outage is just an interlude. People quickly recovered their mentality and devoted themselves to having fun. This Holiday Inn hotel located on a hillside has a great view. You get what you pay for, and Hopper really didn't ruin his brand.

Looking into the distance, there is a large group of dark, low buildings close to the bustling neighborhood. Although they are also emitting some faint light, the distance between the two is too close, which makes the latter appear particularly dim. The tall statue of Christ the Redeemer with arms outstretched stood on the top of the mountain, shining with golden light. From Kalena's perspective, it was right near the middle.

Very abrupt.

That's the ghetto.

It's like the New York metropolis and the small village in the Congo are tightly glued together. The contrast between the feasting and the desolation is so clear and strong. Since arriving at this place, she has silently seen it many times, and each time the feeling in her heart becomes stronger: Rio de Janeiro is heaven on one side and hell on the other.

Fortunately we're not over there.

Thinking of this, the French wife began to thank Watson in her heart. No matter from any angle, this magical and beautiful boy has brought her too much luck. No matter when, seeing that face can make people feel better. Especially for women of her age, after raising children, teasing cute young people has almost become a hobby. Kalena's thoughts slowly dispersed, and she naturally thought of that night in Garamba National Park in Congo.

It was a blessing that Watson didn't say yes at the time.

Whether that slightly abrupt invitation was a joke or a real one, Kalena had no idea. After all, she was indeed a little drunk at that time. But she knew that after so many years, she had never shown such an unguarded and lazy attitude in front of any man. And Watson's reaction also made me very satisfied: he said no, but actually he still had some ideas. But to be honest, when I woke up the next day and saw the news that the other party had left alone, I felt a little uncomfortable.

Snapped!

Luper silently lit a cigarette: "Heh, bad boy..."

The words stopped abruptly when the second word came out, and she realized there was someone behind her.

"The call came in and Four Eyes ignored me, so I need your help."

Michela turned the butterfly knife, her eyes seemed a little sleepy. The French wife reacted quickly, holding a cigarette between her fingers and exhaling a cloud of white mist in a natural manner: "Oh, of course, wait until I finish smoking this cigarette."

The living room was quiet for a few seconds.

"...Do you want to go to the beach tomorrow?" Luper returned to the sofa and sat down, took a sip of cold beer, and observed the girl's expression with his peripheral vision: "We have been here for several days, Belt Wei and Ghost are going to have fun on their own, and I don’t want to be with these two guys. You and I still have Four Eyes, how about we go eat some seafood tomorrow? Enjoy a woman’s leisurely life? "

"The four eyes won't go."

Miss Butterfly Knife sat down next to her with a determined tone.

"Oh, she will, believe me." Luper's tone was also very determined. After taking two puffs of cigarette in silence, she asked again: "Did Watson tell you when he would be back?"

Seeing the girl shaking her head, the French wife leaned on the soft leather chair and put the cigarette butt into her mouth again: "Victor is still lying in the hospital. There is one less member of the trio. Ghost and Beltway are also a little affected, hum. , they both thought I couldn't see it. As for Watson... I have to admit, every time he's not around, the team gets a little dull. This is really a magical beautiful boy, isn't he?"

Michela looked at her knees and began to shut up.

"Oh...Okay, okay, let's go."

......

The girl's room looked as usual, with piles of bottles and jars. There were several large boxes on the carpet next to the bed, with hoses and wires connected everywhere, and they were full of instruments that Luper couldn't understand. Michela held a metal jar and placed it on the portable instrument in the center. As soon as the knob was turned, various beeping sounds began to sound in the room.

"Okay."

After checking again, Michela lay on the bed and fastened the medical breathing mask on herself. An infusion needle has been inserted into her left arm, while Luper stood next to the infusion machine, watching the pointer slowly move to the safe zone. After waiting quietly for a few minutes, Kalena raised her legs to bypass the pipelines on the ground and pressed the green button on the instrument. The beeping sound gradually weakened, leaving only the even breathing of the girl on the bed.

"Sleep well, Bertha."

Back in the living room, Luper finally remembered to turn on the television. It was so thrilling just now that she forgot about this, her biggest pastime in the past few days. After a brief period of confusion, a news anchor appeared in front of her.