The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

one two three four...

Oh, there's one more.

Miss Watson jumped onto a nearby thick and crooked tree, picked up the sniper rifle, and soon saw several biochemical armor soldiers and werewolves in the scope. The battle took place on the southeast side of the village, and it seemed that it would not pose a threat to Roxana's home in the short term. She held the gun steady with her arm and began to calculate the shooting parameters based on the wind and distance.

boom!

Correction 2 degrees.

boom!

A cloud of blood burst out from the werewolf's shoulder in the scope, but the pain aroused its ferocity. It roared and climbed up the fence, and then was hit in the head with a shotgun. Miss Watson quickly changed her target and fired at the energy block on the chest of the biochemical armor soldier on the other side. Now she was about 500 meters away from the battlefield. It was not easy to hit the moving, palm-sized device, even with her current shooting skills.

But how do you say something?

——The smaller the target, the better the accuracy.

The moment he lightly pulled the trigger again, the sound of gunfire seemed to be blocked from his ears. The biochemical armor soldier's chest flashed with fire in the scope, and he crooked his body and half knelt on the ground, but quickly stood up again and continued to move towards the village. The bullet was slightly deflected, grazing the energy block and entering the body. It killed but not completely. Fortunately, the damage this time still had an impact on the energy transmission. The biochemical armor soldier's movements were much slower. Miss Watson took another shot and successfully knocked it down.

But that's about it.

The remaining biochemical armor soldier was covered with a thick layer of metal armor, completely protecting his head and energy block. After clearing all werewolves from sight, Miss Watson left her sniper position and trotted towards the village. A small number of targets slipped into the blind spot of the shooting field of view, and it was difficult to see the whole village clearly from a single position. It is estimated that there will be more monsters in the village. She rolled the thin scarf around her neck, grabbed the MSG90 and jumped directly over the row of fallen tree trunks in front of her.

After experiencing this episode, the issues that I was still struggling with just now are completely forgotten at this moment. Mr. Watson, Miss Watson... aren't they all the same person in the end?

It's almost enough to lie to yourself.

After loading the empty 20-round magazine while running, Miss Watson began to speed up and soon reached the edge of the village. Last time she ran in a hurry at night, this was the first time she came in seriously to "visit". Under the clear sunshine, the whole village was filled with tranquility and peace, with scattered fires and snow-covered eaves, full of winter atmosphere. Even though gunshots and shouts echoed around, it didn't affect the feeling in front of him. After all, reality is not a movie, and there is no background music during tense moments.

After checking the scarf around her neck to cover her face, Miss Watson quickly stepped onto the village road.

boom!

She soon spots a werewolf.

The difficulty of shooting within a hundred meters distance plummeted. A bullet accurately penetrated the skull, and the monster rolled directly from the eaves, causing a commotion in the yard below. With the sound of flapping wings, a group of domestic chickens actually jumped over the fence in fright, clucking and running around. It wasn't over yet. The old wooden bars of the fence were knocked open in a few seconds, and two plump pigs swung their little hooves and hit Miss Watson in the face.

"Ouch! You two walk slowly~"

The maid in white silk stockings exclaimed, stepped to the right and put her legs together to let the two fat pigs pass, not forgetting to salute her back with a military salute. A strong wind roared past and lifted up the maid's skirt. Fortunately, the magazine strap was tightly tied, and the two rows of heavy objects on the left and right firmly suppressed the rising hem of the skirt.

"Roar!!!!"

Another werewolf chased out of the small house on the right. Seeing a bigger target in front of him, he launched a pounce without hesitation. Miss Watson instantly cut the holographic sight and shot the monster in the head. Unexpectedly, after the bullet was fired, the werewolf threw his head back and lay on the ground and began to flutter. Miss Watson looked at it, then at the MSG90 in her hand, and asked with a slightly broken voice: "No - is it~? Can you do it?"

Is this still unbeatable?

Rushing over to make up for it with an ax, Miss Watson plugged her ears with tentacles to reduce the impact of the sound, and then turned on the magnetic field induction to search for nearby enemies. Werewolves can use weapons, and biochemical armor soldiers have metal parts implanted in their bodies, making them easily detectable once they get close. Although this is true, it is the first time for Miss Watson to use this ability in battle. How effective it will be remains to be seen in actual performance. As for hearing loss, isn’t there a spider sense?

A roar came faintly from behind the house on the left.

Something like an iron barrel was smashed, making a harsh sound. Miss Watson poked her head from the corner and saw a torn biochemical armor soldier lying on the ground. There were traces of battle all around the small dirt road. The place was quiet and there seemed to be no danger. But the spider sense had begun to sting the skin at this time, and there were some secretly coveting eyes in the surrounding houses. Miss Watson didn't even bother to open her red-hot vision, closed her eyes and paced forward.

The military ax was spinning in the palm of his hand, waiting to split open some unlucky guy.

I should bring a long knife or something, how cool...

Miss Watson took a few steps, and a strong wind hit the back of her neck - this time there was no abnormality in the magnetic field induction, which was entirely due to the risk of spider induction. There was no metal object, which meant there was a defenseless werewolf behind him. Miss Watson ducked down to avoid the attack. When she opened her eyes, she saw a furry back in front of her. She stepped forward and kicked lightly, and the werewolf with a broken spine fell to the ground wailing.

click!

The military hand ax chopped into the whole side of the lower skull. Miss Watson held the handle of the ax and broke it to the side. There was a sharp click, and the werewolf's head was completely split like a watermelon. After taking care of this guy, she stood up and noticed a pair of big eyes peeking out of the half-open door on the left. Looking at the trembling little girl, the scene fell into silence for a moment.

Fortunately, I didn't use magnetic traction just now.

"Slightly, slightly, hee hee——"

Miss Watson pulled off her scarf, gave the little girl a bright face, walked into the square on the west side of the village, and admired the dilapidated war girl sculpture for a few times before continuing towards the target point.

On the southeast side of the village, the fierce fighting is still not over.

"Help!!!! Help ah ah ah ah!!!!"

"Fina! No!!!"

Bang!

The iron claw on the werewolf's arm hit the door lock, knocking the cracked wooden door a few steps further. Seeing that his wife and children in the room were being surrounded by two werewolves, a young man on the high platform shouted and wanted to jump down, but was held tightly by his companion: "You will die if you go down alone now! Calm down! Come to the house with me quickly. Find more bullets in there!"

"I'm coming!"

The peasant woman wearing a headscarf took out half a box of bullets from the house. She was so frightened by the gunshot that her legs softened and she fell to the ground. A few steps away, the old man in charge of shooting simply rushed over. He didn't even have the energy to care whether his daughter was injured. He immediately grabbed a few bullets and stuffed them tremblingly into the breech of the folding double-barreled shotgun in his hand. It's a pity that he is really old, and he aimed the warhead several times without putting it in, until someone next to him couldn't help but grab the weapon: "Let go, let me do it!"

There were screams and commotion all around the high platform.

It is not that the villagers have not dealt with werewolves in the past few decades. They have become very skilled in dealing with werewolves using animal traps, thick cotton covers, long stick interference + shotgun service, but those who wear iron armor and have electric drills in their hands This is the first time for everyone to see the monster. Although there are only a few of these armored monsters, the recent series of earthquakes have caused serious damage to the village's outer defense line, and these guys who are not afraid of bullets quickly broke in. Fortunately, someone discovered that the two groups of monsters would attack each other. Taking advantage of this, everyone began to try to lure the two groups to meet.

But a dozen werewolves were still too many.

"Go down!"

A werewolf climbed up from the side and was immediately stabbed in the head by two long poles. The top of this homemade weapon is covered with iron nails, specifically aimed at the vulnerable eyes of the werewolf. It is simple but effective.

"Watch the side!"

The man with the gun turned his head and roared, then re-aimed at the monster below who was trying to destroy the wooden door. But at this moment, a furry black claw stretched out from the eaves and clasped it on his scalp. Sharp claws dug into his eye sockets, and the man screamed loudly, turned the muzzle of his gun and fired at the top of his head, but he was immediately thrown off the high platform with his gun and his body.

A child in the house next door called daddy.

boom! boom! boom!

Then there were several piercing gunshots.

The several werewolves who found their new targets were immediately attacked. However, the old man on the high platform frowned. He had never heard the sound of such a weapon. People looked towards the end of the path on the left, where a tall maid with a gun stood. The chaotic human voices fell into a brief silence, but the monsters did not hesitate and rushed towards Miss Watson.

The werewolf at the front raised his iron claws to block his eyes. Just after running two steps, his left thigh suffered a heavy blow. The unbalanced body fell forward due to inertia, and the second bullet penetrated through its Tianling Cap. Miss Watson changed her target and fired twelve shots, knocking all the werewolves in front of her to the ground.

boom!

After finishing refilling the gun with a new magazine, she stood at the edge of the open space, watching the 1V1 battle between the biochemical armor soldiers and the werewolves in the corner, and put another magazine into the MSG90. The maid uniform is not a combat uniform, and there are relatively few temporary armed straps. Now she only has 57 sniper rounds left on her body. However, it is more than enough to deal with these remnants, and the two grizzly bear pistols that have been roasted have not been used yet!

There is still some time.

Miss Watson slung the gun in front of her belly, took out the empty magazine and began to load it.

"Be careful!!!"

hum-

With a creaking sound of the wooden wall cracking, two electric drills came from behind. The magnetic field induction had already been triggered. Miss Watson ducked sideways and put the magazine back into her carrying bag. Seeing the fully protected version of the biochemical armor in front of her, she subconsciously took out a military axe. But after thinking about it, she was afraid of breaking the weapon, so she simply raised her toes and grabbed the shovel at her feet. Two long white silk legs were separated from the front and back, the wooden handle was raised above the head and waved twice, and the tip of the shovel was immediately aimed at the monster who was still turning.

Horse-killing sword stance!

I'll take it out next time I go back to Karma Taj.

Miss Watson took off in boredom.

.....

Ten minutes later, the villagers who confirmed that the surrounding area was safe were completely relieved, and rescued lives and disaster relief. Miss Watson ignored the villagers and just grabbed the shovel and pried the biochemical armor soldiers' shells hard. After dismantling the tin man, she looked up and saw more and more people watching.

"What are you looking at me for?"

After confirming that the scarf was still on her face, Miss Watson thrust the shovel into the corpse at her feet, blinked, spread her hands and shrugged, perfectly showing off a baffled look. Following her movement, the eyes of the men and women around her moved downwards, and then returned to the horizontal line one after another.

"Dear lady, you..."

The old man pondered for a while, but before he could finish his words, a girl stumbled out from the corner: "Ah!! Sister Artoria!!!"

Isn't this the little maid who helps me take a bath in the castle?

Wow! Snot!

"Wipe your face! Don't wipe it on me!" Miss Watson glared and pressed against the little maid's shoulder: "Stop now! If you hug me again, I'll spank you!"

"Okay, okay..."

The girl wiped her face with her right hand, but she still refused to let go of Miss Watson's skirt with her left hand. Seeing that the girl started crying again, she lowered her head and put her face close to her: "Are you injured? Or is something happened to your parents?"

"...No, no, I just, ugh..."

"Oh."

Miss Watson immediately turned her head back. She looked at the badly damaged wooden door. The family was crying and hugging each other. On the other side, a man with a scratch on his head was being helped away. He was already blind. One eye. Miss Watson glanced twice and waved to the old man holding a double-barreled shotgun next to her.

"Oh, miss, you called me?"

"There is a chance of being infected by a werewolf, you know, right?" Looking at the other party's eyes and silent attitude, Miss Watson quickly understood: "I'm just reminding you, if it doesn't work, just put it aside temporarily. He's locked up. Don't hesitate at this time, otherwise it may lead to more tragedies. By the way, there's no need to worry about the Mother Goddess Miranda, she won't come here again."

"Thank you for...what?"

The old man trembled and opened his wrinkled eyes. Miss Watson didn't care about him anymore. This place had been controlled by the cult organized by Miranda for many years and was almost isolated from the outside world. Even newspapers were not allowed to be read. The closed-mindedness and conservatism in thinking could not be changed in a short time. Anyway, as time goes by, people will adapt to the absence of "Black God", Miranda and the four major lords, and everyone can slowly get used to the new life.

"Anyway, be careful. The biggest trouble in the future is probably those scattered monsters." Miss Watson turned around and saw a light white sheepdog running towards her. She immediately shook off the little maid and threw the dog away. He held her in his arms: "Ah~ Look, this little cutie is here to find me? Why did you run out if you weren't guarding your yard?"

The girl looked at this scene blankly, suddenly feeling that she was worse than a dog.

Wang Wang Wang! ! !

Pie, the sheepdog, was so excited that her tail waggled into a fan.

"You are successful like this. It seems that your family is fine."

Miss Watson was planning to drop by Roxana when she heard the faint sound of an engine. She cast her gaze to the distant sky, where several helicopters were quickly approaching.