The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

"Get in!"

Snapped!

"Come in quickly!!!"

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

"Don't resist! Ouch, what are you doing? Come in, come in! Obey! Come in!"

After bidding farewell to the Ancient One Mage, Miss Watson slipped back into the exhibition hall, pressed the levitation cloak hard, and pushed it into the new glass cabinet. That bald woman definitely didn't tell the truth. Is such a valuable magic item or the future Supreme Mage's iconic equipment just given away? Miss Watson didn't believe it at all, but there was nothing she could do. Gu Yi didn't want to say, could she still be forced to move?

But here comes the problem.

The levitating cloak said he didn't want to go back.

While this thing was slapping the cabinet door, it was pulling at Miss Watson's waist pitifully, as if it was really planning to wrap itself around her. At the same time, a strange, faint grievance began to linger in her mind, and she soon realized that this emotion might come from the magical creation that was in physical contact with her. Although it is not clearly explained in the movie, it is possible that the thoughts and emotions of the levitation cloak and its user can communicate with each other to a certain extent. This is why in the movie "Doctor Strange", this thing actually took the initiative to wipe Stephen's tears.

In terms of overall characteristics, the physical resistance of the levitating cloak is very strong. Even if it is torn apart by Thanos, it can be quickly restored to its original shape with the help of Doctor Strange. Therefore, it is not feasible to expect to cause damage on the physical level, and the cloak is not flesh and blood in nature, and the black light virus cannot be infected for the time being.

If you really want to cause trouble with this thing, you have to look at magic.

How about using it first?

Miss Watson was actually very hesitant in her heart. Apart from the motives of the Ancient Master, she really needed the ability of the levitating cloak at the moment, otherwise she wouldn't have gone all the way to the exhibition hall. As soon as he realized that the strength in his hand had weakened, the cloak immediately entangled the left and right corners together, making a begging look. She was clearly very cold when she was indifferent before, but now she is acting in a shameless manner. Miss Watson even begins to feel that she is a bad person. So she simply stopped continuing and faced the glass with her hands on her hips: "Have you really thought about it?"

clap clap clap!

【urgent】

"I will often take you with me to do bad things, right?"

Snap, snap, snap, snap! ! ! !

【excited】

Seeing that this thing was about to break the glass cabinet, she slowly opened her hands and let the levitating cloak float with her body, passing through the broken window and rising straight towards the clear sky illuminated by the morning light. Although she was floating in the air, Miss Watson always felt uneasy that she might fall down at any time. There is no doubt that this feeling of difference comes from the cloak. After all, it is theoretically impossible to fly at all. At this moment, the area of ​​​​physical common sense in the mind is undergoing drastic changes.

But soon, Miss Watson got used to this feeling.

She truly began to form a connection with the cloak, and the wide tarpaulin fully unfolded like wings, accelerating towards the sky. A few minutes later, Miss Watson was floating in the sky above the Manhattan Peninsula, overlooking the lights that were extinguished one after another, enjoying the flexible and wanton flying posture, and she had to admit in her heart:

Really fragrant.

Forget it, use it first.

With the help of the levitation cloak, he can gain another important displacement skill. And Doctor Strange wouldn’t have died suddenly on the spot without his levitation cloak, right? There are still seven or eight years before Stephen Strange, whose hands are disabled due to a car accident and has no choice but to come to Kamal Taj to study. If it doesn't work out, then we will find a way to leave him. Miss Watson quickly figured this out and continued to familiarize herself with the flight capabilities provided by the levitation cloak.

The process is equally quick.

Commanding the levitating cloak is as simple and convenient as controlling the black light servant through the tentacles. The idea is immediately effective. The former's intelligence level is comparable to that of normal humans and can understand various complex instructions. And all the way here, all tests on the suspension cloak were successfully completed.

The final result differed from the film version.

On Miss Watson, the levitation cloak can barely catch up with a car on the highway, and the altitude is very limited. It is impossible to catch a stratospheric aircraft. And its speed-up efficiency is also very average. It takes about half a minute to go from starting to the top speed. This performance may be due to the fact that there is no magic power in her body, but no matter what, Miss Watson is very satisfied.

"Okay, I admit that you are quite good at pleasing girls."

She touched the collar of the cloak: "So, can you continue to change your appearance? For example, into a windbreaker or something?"

【Fear】

......

March 1998, 3, Rio de Janeiro, Brazil.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the plane has landed at Santos Dumont Airport in Rio de Janeiro..." In the pleasant Portuguese/English double version of the announcement, the passenger plane door finally opened. As soon as Watson stepped out with his backpack, he saw a row of Latin beauties in stewardess uniforms standing by the gangway, smiling at the passengers who were getting off the plane. He straightened his hood, walked over without squinting, entered the departure hall and deliberately walked around, then threw the few pieces of paper that the flight attendants had stuffed into the trash can.

The floating cloak disguised as a short gray trench coat conveyed doubts.

"Don't pick it up."

Watson quickly stopped the other party from touching the trash can.

After spending a few days together, he was quite speechless towards this curious baby. Although the level of intelligence is comparable to that of humans, the levitating cloak is not human after all, and its thinking circuit is different after all. The cloak is said to be simple, but it is very thoughtful. Like the energetic husky, it likes to tear down the house. For example, it secretly plays with grenades, fights with black light tentacles, operates household appliances without permission, and rolls up the faceless nurse Lisa into a mummy and brings it to Wo. Miss Mori plays and waits.

But although the cloak is smart, it often does stupid things like this.

"Times have changed, baby."

Gently pinching the collar, Watson once again emphasized to the levitating cloak in a low voice: "I know that you have not been in contact with the real world for a long time and want to understand these novel objects, but we have already agreed that you are not allowed to move outside. Do you understand?"

The levitating cloak immediately stopped moving.

Hey, why does it feel like training a dog...

It's early morning now, and when we reach this location, there are no tourists around. There is actually another larger airport in Rio de Janeiro, which handles most international routes, but the mercenaries always like to be more remote. To be on the safe side, Watson also chose to change planes several times while wearing the appearance of Spider-Woman Jessica Drew to avoid being tracked. He arrived at the southeast corner of the parking lot according to the content in the text message. There were many locals crowded here, and the surroundings were filled with Brazilian-style Portuguese.

"Hey! Pretty boy!"

The wolf mother Kalena Lesproux, whom she had not seen for a long time, walked out of the jeep. Perhaps because she had been here for more than half a month, Kalena's clothes also moved closer to the bold and passionate style of Latin women. , sneakers, hot pants and a navel-baring vest. If it weren't for the short-sleeved floral shirt, she would look no different from a hot girl on the local street.

Of course, there must be a gun under the ribs of a short-sleeved shirt.

"You, a busy man, are finally here." Mother Wolf took two steps forward and hugged Watson into her arms: "I'm afraid that if you come later, Bertha will go completely crazy, and then there will be one more person in this city. Rainy Night Murderer.”

"Why don't you praise me and wait..."

Just as Watson was about to speak, his entire face was buried in Kalena's chest. He immediately pushed open the wolf mother's arms, and then stared at his beautiful eyes: "No! Why are you hugging me like this?"

"My bad, my bad."

Kalena smiled and blinked, and let go of her hand smoothly, but the smell of cigarette smoke still penetrated Watson's nose: "Don't worry, Bertha didn't come with me, she is still lying in the hotel. But who What makes you have such a small face? Every time you see me, you can’t help but want to bully me. You have to understand French etiquette. We are used to kissing each other when we meet. "

"Well said, don't do this next time." Watson rolled his eyes, opened the passenger door, and threw his backpack into the back seat: "Why are you the only one picking me up? This is not in line with the code of conduct. , you said it yourself, even if you are traveling during the holidays, you must pay attention to your arrangements."

"I said so."

The wolf mother climbed into the driver's seat from the other side: "But now I am the only one in the whole team who can be considered normal. Ghost and Beltway have been in the red light district for three days, and they don't answer the phone very much. I think those two guys are far away from having sex. Sudden excessive death is not far away... As for Four Eyes, you also know that she is still the same."

The Jeep slowly pulled out of the parking lot and along the coast road. Kalena rarely stepped on the accelerator this time, but lowered half of the window glass to let in the hot and humid sea breeze. Both of them stared at the road ahead, and the car fell into a brief silence. Watson opened a magazine, but it was all in Portuguese, and he couldn't understand it for the time being. However, in Latin America, a warm and open attitude has been prevalent for a long time, and many scantily clad men and women are printed on the paper without any shyness.

After turning two pages, Watson turned his attention to the approaching urban buildings. The famous Rio Carnival just ended half a month ago, and many foreign tourists have not left yet. People of all colors mix together on the streets. But unlike New York's commercial atmosphere, the "City of God" in front of you exudes a stronger natural and humanistic atmosphere. Especially the ubiquitous music. Some people even started dancing while walking on the street. No one thought it was inappropriate. Everyone just laughed and watched for a while, and then walked around from both sides.

Charming seaside city.

But Watson knew that the city's slums were a different story altogether. The vague spider sense also helps the eyes to find those malicious peeks in the crowd, proving that this place is not as beautiful as it seems on the surface. He had an inexplicable feeling in his heart that he might have to go to the slums to do something in some way this time.

There is a traffic jam ahead.

Mother Wolf pulled the handbrake, held a cigarette in her mouth, and pulled out the cigarette lighter from the corner of the dashboard: "You made quite a scene in Albania."

"But it does work."

Watson took off the sun visor and combed back his wind-blown hair in front of the small mirror. He would always maintain this look in public, if not with the hood up, then at least covering the upper half of his face with long bangs. That is to say, there is an acquaintance sitting next to him, otherwise Watson will most likely choose the appearance of some unlucky person in his body.

The mimicry ability of the black light body is still limited.

After gradually regaining his sanity, he began to constantly experiment with the limitations of this skill. For now, although hundreds of people have been absorbed, there are not many characters whose black light bodies can mimic. Apart from Spider-Woman, Madam Viper and Miranda, there are only a few such as Clockwork and Deadshot. What an unlucky guy. What they have in common is that they possess super powers, which makes it clear: super humans are therefore integrated to a deeper degree; unlike ordinary humans, who are only absorbed as nutrients.

"Salazar told me that Lannister International was like crazy chasing the Illyrian gangsters all over Falora City, but they couldn't find where you went. According to that guy's description, you are like a human being. It's like evaporating." The traffic finally began to move slowly. After a while of silence, Kalena spoke again: "I won't ask you how you did it, but we owe you more and more, beautiful boy. Everyone seems to I won’t say it, but I’ll remember it in my heart. But...you also know that I don’t like to owe favors to my comrades for so long, especially to my comrades. But you don’t ask us for anything, you understand. What do I mean?"

"I understand." Watson turned his eyes and said, "But next time, don't deliberately invite me to spend the night because of this."

"what!"

The woman couldn't help laughing and jumped to the topic: "That's not the reason for me, beautiful boy, do you really don't know or are you pretending not to know? If it hadn't been for Bertha, I would have met you a few years earlier, I will definitely find a way to eat you."

"Really? Then why don't you quit smoking first, and I can try to like you more."

"Really?" After hearing Watson's words, Kalena looked over with her lips raised, but her expression didn't look like a joke. Staring at her with dead fish eyes for a while, Watson raised his hands and surrendered: "...Fake, I just condemned and persuaded your extremely unhealthy lifestyle from the perspective of a comrade-in-arms."

"Then you might as well try to take care of Ghost and Beltway. I heard that these two guys are already famous in the red light district. If they are unlucky enough to contract any disease, I think Bertha will be very willing to treat them."

"..."