The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

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A .50 bullet penetrated the thick wooden board and accurately hit the drug dealer's shoulder blade, almost completely tearing off the entire right arm. The man fell backwards on the bed and let out a shrill wail. In the corner of the room, a chained woman screamed loudly. She hugged her naked chest tightly, her hair was messy, and tears were streaming down her face, but she never dared to look at this man.

Watson looked at the several corpses in the room, tore off the chains with his bare hands, and ignored the woman. He pulled out his pistol and gave a bullet to the drug dealer on the bed, and finally strode to the door. There is a wooden board in the corner that has not been completely closed, and banknotes and illegal drugs wrapped in plastic bags can be seen from inside. This drug dealer's den happens to be on the route. Watson originally did not want to return to the ground, but this area is in a mess. The wires were too dense, and he didn't plan to expose the levitation cloak to Luper's sight just yet.

The firefight ahead continues.

I have been walking deeper into the slums, and I have encountered almost no members of the Blood Paint Gang, and those who have been are dead. Although I found an opportunity to absorb two blood-smeared gang members, I didn't find many clues in the memory fragments. According to Watson's speculation, most of the members of the Blood Paint Gang came here this time, and it must not just be because their eldest son was slapped in the face, but there must be something hidden inside.

"ah!!!"

The woman in the room came out crying at this time. When she saw Watson, she screamed, spread her legs and ran in the opposite direction.

She shouldn't be far away.

The surroundings were in chaos, and it would be difficult for a woman to escape without a gun, but Watson really didn't have the energy to take care of her at the moment. As he fought along the way, he had seen many poor people who had been affected. Most of them did not die on the road, but were killed by gangsters who broke into their homes. If there are women in the house, there is a high probability that they will encounter a more tragic ending. Sometimes Watson will rush in and kill the intruder, but this also wastes a lot of time.

You can't save everyone.

Looking back, Watson continued to move towards the target point. It had only been 10 minutes since the battle started, and the AUG assault rifle had only two full magazines left. As he walked, he distractedly controlled the tentacles and began to reload the other four empty magazines. It's not easy to run fast at this time. The greater the range of movement, the more difficult it is to control. The ammunition on his body was almost exhausted, so Watson hung a gun bag on his belly and collected some weapons and ammunition in good condition along the way.

I can't guarantee that these things will need to be supported by the ghosts and the two of them.

"Shut up! Don't make a sound..."

"I'll go first, get out of here! Nigga!"

At this moment, my ears caught a few slightly childish voices. Watson frowned and listened for a few seconds, then suddenly sprinted forward and slammed into the broken brick wall with his shoulder. Standing in front of him were a group of children, all of whom looked at him in surprise because of this sudden turn of events. Gazing across the seven or eight malnourished faces one by one, Watson remained silent, and finally looked at the young woman on the ground. Although her face was hidden in the messy hair, the large amount of blood under her body showed that she was in critical condition.

"What the fuck..."

The boy clinging to the woman was probably the leader of a small gang. He didn't even have time to lift up his pants, so he grabbed a pistol from the ground and was about to fire. The scene in front of Watson seemed to have slowed down, and the sounds seemed to have gone away temporarily. He saw clearly the pairs of eyes, which hid a little fear, but more of them were madness and undisguised evil.

boom! ! !

The bullet only shattered half of the brick.

The strong wind crashed into the crowd in an instant, knocking these huddled bodies to the ground. The boy who fired the gun had been held up in the air with one hand around his neck. When someone finally grabbed the flashlight again, he saw a face wearing a skull mask - and a pair of blood-red eyes that almost swallowed up his sanity.

"Ho... ugh! Ahem..."

The boy subconsciously wanted to scream, but his neck was pinched and he couldn't make a sound. A puff of air hit his throat, causing severe pain in his throat. He stared and prepared to fire again, but the weapon was immediately pulled away with great force, breaking the index finger holding the trigger. Watson threw the man to the ground, grabbed the stolen revolver, pulled the hammer with his left palm, and fired five shots at several people next to him, completely emptying the bullets.

"what!!!!!"

Along with the screams that finally burst out of the little leader's throat, there were a few more boys covering their heads. They all had an ear knocked off, and no one wanted to shoot anymore. The boys ran away screaming towards the alley, leaving the boss behind. Watson looked at the horrified face quietly, raised the gun and pulled the trigger again, causing the firing pin to make a firing sound. The boy in front of him trembled with fear before he could stand still. He hurriedly turned around and ran back, but he forgot that the pants he had not put on were still around his ankles, and he fell to the ground again. He kicked his legs hard and finally got rid of the restraints. His bare butt rolled and crawled and disappeared from Watson's sight.

Watson stood quietly, motionless.

The revolver was slowly raised to his eyes, and the police logo became a little dazzling in the moonlight.

He knelt down and turned the hair away from the woman's face. The two brown-black pupils were dilated. There was a bullet hole in the forehead of the corpse, and a knife was stabbed into the neck.

This is a very beautiful woman.

Watson slowly retracted his hand, and the floating cloak disguised as a military coat moved. It covered the female corpse's face with its corners, and then closed the eyes. Watson didn't give Cloak any more chance. He stood up and walked out. His steps seemed a little slow and his voice was heavy:

"Okay, stop moving."

Levitation Cloak did as he was told and continued to play dead.

boom--! ! !

Another explosion.

"Watson, where are you now?" Luper's voice was very noisy: "Now the drug dealer's attention is on the battle. I am changing positions with Four Eyes and we expect to arrive at the target point in 2 minutes."

"I have about... 4 streets left."

"receive."

After a few seconds, Luper's voice came again: "Are you okay?"

"fine."

After confirming that the wolf mother had been transferred, Watson decisively accelerated his speed and stepped directly onto the vertical wall with his feet. The floating cloak sensed the owner's wishes and gently held up his body. In the darkness, he ran along the contiguous buildings, quickly skimming the road below. The lighting conditions in the slums are very poor, but it is not without large street lamps. There is a warm yellow light in front, illuminating the colorful graffiti on the walls, full of artistic beauty.

It's a pity that there are a few dead people lying there.

"Watson! Do you hear that?"

After running for a while, Luper suddenly called again: "Sander called just now. The Special Police Operations Battalion (BOPE) over there has been dispatched. We have to hurry up!"

"receive."

The front was close to the end. Watson went down to the ground, knocked down a few unsuspecting drug dealers with short bursts of fire, and then quickly ran to a thick iron door, which was the entrance to the ruins in the southeast. As soon as he turned the doorknob, his spider sense caused his body to twist quickly to avoid the warhead flying behind him. Watson turned sideways and picked up the AUG. He squatted down and fired three shots at the attacker dozens of meters away. The attacker happened to be squatting on a balcony and was well concealed. However, this did not change his fate of being shot through the head. .

The accomplice next to him screamed and pulled his head back.

Like a child.

Watson decisively pushed the scene out of his mind. He quickly walked through the passage and soon saw ruins in front of him. The ground was covered with broken bricks, and there was still turbid water in the low-lying areas, but the thick smell of gunpowder smoke in the air told him of the continuous explosions that had just occurred.

"Arrived. Search begins."

Notifying Luper on the communicator, Watson jumped up a hillside and observed the chaotic scene with a telescope. From my own perspective, there were almost 30 drug dealers and gunmen from the Blood Paint Gang combined, and the former had more reinforcements entering from the southwest of the ruins. There is almost no fixed lighting in the ruins in front of us. The muzzle flashes are flashing continuously, and occasionally someone shines a flashlight - but in the darkness, doing so is tantamount to setting up a target. He soon noticed a small crooked building where gunfire was fierce, and it was probably the besieged Ghost and Beltway.

Someone has broken in now.

Without any time to think, Watson jumped down from the hillside.

Watson stood still on a rock, and the AUG assault rifle fired at the backs of the drug dealers in front of him one after another like a roll call. The reflex nerves instantly entered full power, and the black light body became like a machine at this moment, accurate, fast, steady and strong, allowing all dozen bullets to find their targets.

More importantly, Watson's eyes no longer have the concepts of "perspective vision" and "focus". The two pupils are purely disguised. The eyeballs are actually like the compound eyes of insects, with the surface densely packed with small segments. Allowing him to fully see any object within his field of vision. Especially in shooting, as long as you can see the crosshair or sight, you can shoot accurately even without straightening your eyes.

12 ......

Stepping forward, Watson counted the bullets he fired. He moved the muzzle of the gun smoothly, from A to B, and from B to C, without any hesitation or pause in between. Although someone had turned around and raised a gun, this could not interfere with the sequence calculated in Watson's mind. Bullets flew out of the gun chamber and penetrated into the living flesh.

3...

The man who tried to lower his head to avoid his body went limp, and a bloody hole opened on his forehead.

1.

Snapped!

Watson himself was shot in the leg, but the bullet failed to penetrate the superficial muscle. The tentacles immediately wrapped around the top of the new magazine, and he put the head into the front sight. The yellow bullet casing flew out of the ejection window, and the drug dealer with a horrified face looked up and fell to the ground. As the two flip-flops were thrown away, the surroundings finally returned to peace for the time being. Watson stuffed an M16A2 combat rifle into his gun bag, then stepped forward again and accelerated away from the scene.

He didn't want to be surrounded.

The slums are close to civilized society, and drug dealers know how to take advantage of technology. In addition to purchasing weapons and equipment from the police, basically one of every five of their members is equipped with a short-range communication walkie-talkie, so that whenever an emergency occurs, they can quickly respond. This is especially true for the Blood Painted Gang in the urban area. Some of these guys actually wear body armor and military boots.

"Watson, the Beltway is at your 10 o'clock position, near the edge of the battlefield."

Judging from the wolf mother's voice, she must have been observing for a while.

"The fat man isn't in the building? Who is that over there? A ghost?"

"...I think it's a trap."

After listening to Watson's brief description of the situation at the scene, Luper immediately made a judgment: "It's impossible for Beltway to leave Ghost and face the siege alone. You should get in touch with Fatty first and don't get close to the center of the battlefield. I saw a lot of people."

"receive."

After killing a few people who came over after hearing the noise, Watson speeded up and prepared to bypass the battlefield from the north. Ruins are better than ruins, at least the chance of bumping into civilians is much lower. Besides, the gunfire lasted so long that anyone with any sense would have already run away. The suspension cloak dragged his body, allowing Watson to travel lightly on the rough road. In fact, the soles of his feet were slightly off the ground for a considerable part of the time, and the whole person did not make any sound.

Unfortunately, it's just bad luck.

Load up another group of people.

"Damn it! It's a cop!"

"Fire! Fire! Kill him!"

The drug dealers mistook the heavily armed Watson for the police. Perhaps they were very sensitive to this word. As soon as someone shouted, the accomplices who heard him immediately turned their guns and pointed their guns at Watson. A few hundred meters away, Luper looked at Watson in the scope and was shot several times, but he continued to fight like a normal person. He couldn't help but take two deep breaths, relax his fingers, and aim at the drug dealer high up to pull the trigger. trigger.

boom!