The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

I hate this green.

Mrs. Viper in the mirror is wearing a green dress, showing an extremely alluring and voluptuous figure, especially her face, with slightly curled green lips and cold eyes. However, Miss Watson always felt uncomfortable in this green dress. I really don’t understand why this woman has such a fondness for green. Even her underwear has light green patterns. She likes green so much that she dyes her skin green.

She had had an idea before that after all, she had only imitated Mrs. Viper in form, but she had not mastered her iconic poison-using ability at all. Judging from the black light virus's consistent killing performance, she might have to learn it in this life. No longer secrete venom. On the other hand, Mrs. Viper's return is sure to arouse all kinds of suspicion, so it's better to change things more radically.

Let’s start with image.

Change green equipment into red equipment.

Miss Watson, wearing the appearance of Mrs. Viper, returned to the weapons compartment and began to pick and choose. Since you have decided to disguise your identity, the supporting equipment must also be adjusted accordingly. The thing this woman uses is small and exquisite, and its appearance cannot be too stretched, so large-sized and large-caliber weapons, including grizzly pistols, naturally have to be excluded. You also need to think carefully about cold weapons. Long-handled two-handed axes are definitely not acceptable.

If you really want to "return to Hydra", you still have to make a lot of preparations.

Although the main industries have been divided up, Mrs. Viper has been operating for many years and has always been able to leave some hidden assets and personnel. The safe house is part of the covert asset, and as for the covert person who may still be there - it's this number. The number has been written down, but this call must not be made from the safe house. Not only can't they be in a safe house, but they have to be as far away as possible. It's best to find a public phone booth in a corner. After all, Hydra is as cruel to outsiders as it is to its own people. It has been more than half a year since the fall of Madam Viper. Which of his subordinates would remain loyal and hide it? This possibility cannot be said to be non-existent, it can only be said that it is infinitely close to zero.

With just one phone call, one of the Hydra bosses might know.

This was the effect Miss Watson wanted.

As is the character of Lady Viper, so is the tradition of Hydra. Assassination and covert operations are one thing, but it's better to have some superficial words, so that when you regain your position, everyone can admit that this is the result of following the rules of the game - at least some old die-hards are very fond of this trick. , the younger the age, the less likely it will be.

But after thinking so much, let’s straighten out my clothes first.

After taking her body measurements, Miss Watson returned to her original appearance, changed her clothes and took to the streets again. After living in the house for a long time, you will feel a sense of familiarity and security. As soon as you enter and sit down, that lazy state of mind immediately emerges. Miss Watson originally wanted to give herself a few more days off, but she remembered that Butterfly Knife Girl was still waiting for her in Brazil, so she had to give up the idea. Returning to New York this time was entirely Miss Watson's impromptu decision, although if there was anything she could do...it was actually quite a lot.

After shopping in the business district until the afternoon, she visited dozens of mid- to high-end women's clothing stores. Miss Watson returned to her apartment with a full load, and then walked to the public phone booth downstairs.

A series of numbers were dialed, and a male voice quickly came from the other end of the phone:

"Hello. Who is this?"

……

An hour later, Chinatown.

"I'm warning you, there's a super beauty coming in later, you're not allowed to stare at her breasts!" In the cheongsam shop, Feng Chime, who had a double ponytail hairstyle, grabbed her boyfriend Yu Le's arm and showed a fierce look on her face: " Also, even if someone is beautiful, you are not allowed to look at her face all the time, it is very rude, do you hear me?"

"I understand, I understand, don't worry."

How could Yu Le not hear the faint jealousy in his girlfriend's words: "Haven't I seen it all? It's the faceless cheongsam beauty in the latest brochure, right? So what if she is beautiful? In my heart she is still You’re the best looking.”

"Hmph, that's pretty much it. I guess people don't like you anyway." Feng Ling raised the corner of his mouth, held his arm and swung it around. After a few seconds, his face changed again: "Wait a minute, why are you so good at talking? Now? If you weren’t like this before, did someone teach you something?”

"No way? I'm a bit stupid, but not stupid."

"Hehe, I don't believe it, please tell me the truth!"

The two started fighting at the counter. They had been in New York for more than a month. The holidays in Dongguo are always very long, especially for students, who enjoy more than 4 months of vacation every year. Therefore, for people like Yu Le who are serious about going to college, their college time span is generally 6-8 years. Of course, for Dongguo people whose average life expectancy exceeds three digits, this is only the beginning of life.

"But honestly, I'm curious."

After playing around for a while, Yu Le brushed up his cell phone and leaned against his girlfriend's shoulder: "How come there is a foreign woman named Guan Yu in Chinese? If she has watched the Three Kingdoms and can speak Chinese so well, then... He should be named Diao Chan, right? Guan Yu is a big man."

"You don't care about her, she can call her Cao Cao if she likes..."

"Then you also give people a note about Sister Dairy?"

"I want you to take care of it!"

The little girl with twin ponytails changed her face instantly, bared her two little tiger teeth and bit into it: "I told you to peek at my phone!"

"Ouch! Why are you so fierce? Didn't you ask me to answer the phone for you? I must be able to see the phone screen. Don't bite, don't bite, it hurts, it hurts!!!!"

Jingle Bell--

At this moment, the door of the cheongsam shop was pushed open. Miss Watson walked in, saw the young couple flirting at the counter, and closed the door silently. Feng Ling immediately recognized the person as soon as she saw the breasts, and quickly got out of her boyfriend's arms: "Ah, Guan, Miss Guan Yu, long time no see, your clothes are ready."

"Don't be so shy."

Miss Watson pulled down her scarf and raised the corners of her mouth: "This is the Federation. It's normal for lovers to cuddle. How about you two kissing each other now? I don't mind."

"No, no, we..." Feng Ling blushed slightly and patted her boyfriend's arm: "Well, let me introduce you, this is Yu Le, Zuan Yu, Happy Le, he is mine, male Friend...Hey! Come to your senses!"

"Ah! Hello, hello, I'm Yu Le."

The pain in his waist made Yu Le tremble all over. After blinking, he found that the upper half of his vision was blurred, and then he realized that his glasses had slipped to the bridge of his nose. He quickly supported her, stretched out his right hand, stood there for half a second, then quickly pulled his arm back, smiled slightly and nodded in greeting: "You are so beautiful."

"Thank you."

Hey, it’s great to be young.

Seeing Feng Chime's little look, Miss Watson suddenly felt that the air around her was filled with the sour smell of love: "Okay, where are my clothes?"

"Oh okay, wait a minute, come right away!"

The little girl with twin tails ran towards the storage room, and suddenly only Miss Watson and Yu Le were left in the room. Not surprisingly, a faint atmosphere of embarrassment began to dissipate. Yu Le's eyes touched the woman in front of him twice, without speaking at all, and then he simply picked up the phone without even raising his head.

This guy looks more and more like an otaku the more I look at him.

Recalling Feng Chime's comment about this boyfriend being "extremely stupid", Miss Watson decided to take the initiative to speak. After all, she is indeed very curious about the young people from the Eastern Kingdom in this world, and due to her experience as an otaku in her previous life, she also knows this group very well - they appear to be honest and gentle on the surface, but they may not have many bold ideas in their hearts.

Although...a small part of it is true.

"Excuse me, is this your mobile phone? Why are there no buttons?"

"what?"

Yu Le seemed to be frightened and raised his brows: "You, are you talking to me?"

"Of course." Miss Watson put on her classic smile of teasing men: "Of course I am talking to you, and there is no third person here, is there?"

"Oh, um, you speak Chinese really well." The boy was silent for a moment, then realized that the other person had just asked a question. He quickly tapped the phone screen twice, and then turned the entire machine over: "Yes, this is a smartphone, okay. It is operated directly by touching the screen with your fingers. We in Dongguo have been using touch-screen mobile phones for a long time, but you see, there are still buttons on the sides and bottom. Um, do you want to try it? "

"Is that okay? Thank you!"

Miss Watson took the phone.

Of course she recognized this thing. Before Apple, Huawei, Xiaomi and other manufacturers in the real world dominated the world, various touch-screen mobile phones with physical buttons on the bottom were popular in the domestic market, such as those that could be rotated and those that could be flipped. , the battery can be replaced directly, and there are even models that enlarge the screen of the button phone and add touch screen function. However, in this world, judging from the technological level of Dongguo, mobile phones may have already been partially customized.

Entering the settings interface and flipping through a few pages, the content is basically the same as my old phone from a previous life.

Then she saw a familiar penguin pattern on the desktop.

Gan.

Hey...this foreign woman shouldn't be able to access my private photo gallery, right? Looking at the curious look on the other person's face, Yu Le was very nervous for a few seconds, but then he thought about the password required for the private gallery, and then he calmly observed the face in front of him.

Miss Guan Yu is really beautiful.

As a senior netizen, if he sees this picture on his mobile phone, he will definitely think that the picture has been technically processed. In fact, in the online world of Dongguo, the simplification and convenience of image processing technology have made such "non-original images" rampant a few years ago. You can make yourself more beautiful and in better shape with just a few clicks of your fingers. Okay, get a lot of likes, why not do it?

Not just women, men often do this when taking selfies.

In terms of "anti-counterfeiting", although Yu Le, who has seen the group pictures, is not very old, his level is not too low. When he saw the photo in the brochure before, he had doubts about the authenticity of this "Miss Guan Yu"'s appearance. Now taking advantage of the other person's opportunity to look at the screen, Yu Le stared closely at the lips, bridge of the nose, cheekbones, corners of the eyes and nasolabial folds, trying to find traces of plastic surgery.

But he found nothing.

With black hair, black eyes, and soft facial features that seem to be of oriental origin, she looks like a fairy in a painting traveling through reality. The more Yu Le watched, the more unbelievable he became. When he thought that this beautiful woman was here to pick up clothes, Yu Le couldn't help but start imagining what she looked like wearing a custom-made cheongsam. No wonder A Ling was so nervous just now. If the guys in her group who were having sex all day saw her, they might have to buy a ticket and fly to New York overnight.

"Okay, give it back to you."

Keenly hearing the footsteps approaching, Miss Watson wiped the screen and handed the phone back: "Don't you even need to send text messages when chatting now?"

"Oh yes, we have an online chat..."

"Long wait!"

Feng Chime walked out of the storage room holding several bags: "Miss Guan Yu, these are your clothes... Oh, are you chatting?"

"Yes." Miss Watson took the bag and looked at the unnatural expression on the little girl with ponytails. She couldn't help but touch her head: "Why are you nervous? It's just a normal chat. I won't steal your boyfriend." Yes."

"I-I'm not worried about this!"

When he said this, Feng Ling turned half of his face to the side, his eyes a little averted, and his little hands began to pinch unconsciously. This look can be called a textbook tsundere. Miss Watson sighed secretly in her heart. She didn't expect to see such a pure expression of character with her own eyes. She thought tsundere only existed in Japanese comics!

......

"Hello. Who is this?"

"Don't remember my voice?"

At midnight, next to a convent south of Staten Island, New York, Miss Watson, who had become Mrs. Viper, huddled in a public phone booth and sent greetings to the man on the other end of the phone. This is the first time she has returned to Staten Island since the Reaper attack. Everything here seems to have returned to normal, except for some more flowers on the road.

"who are you?"

The man on the other side of the phone frowned. It was difficult to get the number, so in theory no one could dial it by mistake. This woman's voice sounded familiar, but he couldn't remember it for a while. On Miss Watson's side, looking at the tombstones on the grass in the distance, she said again into the microphone: "If I give you a kiss, can you remember who I am?"

The sound of breathing in the receiver disappeared.

A few seconds passed, and some heavy breathing came into my ears: "...This is impossible, aren't you already dead?"

"Humph."

Miss Watson continued to imitate Mrs. Viper's tone of voice: "I wish I had killed you, otherwise I wouldn't have to talk to a fool now. Tell your new owner that what you take from me, I will Get them back one by one. You, all of you, just wait for me."

Click!

The microphone was smashed back into its base.