The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

"Why should I stare?"

Watson didn't understand: "I can't help you with Bertha?"

"It's not a favor to her, it's a favor to me! It's to save my life!" The ghost grabbed Watson's shoulders, and the stench hit his face: "You have no idea that your girlfriend performs operations on men. What will it look like... Oh my god, that shouldn't be called surgery, it should be called anatomy! Who knows why she hates men so much, but she is so special to you! Anyway, as long as you are here, Bertha can be more restrained, so you agree Me, okay?"

"……Row."

After thinking for a moment, Watson nodded in agreement. He had never seen Michela perform surgery, and he was indeed a little curious when he thought about it. As a talent who can enter Heidelberg Medical College for further studies at the age of 18, Miss Butterfly Knife's medical knowledge and operation level are completely superb, but she is more willing to apply it to torture and torture than to treatment. Since arriving in Rio de Janeiro, Watson has been with Michela from beginning to end, and has become very accustomed to the other's passionate and obedient side. Now that he sees Ghost's expression, he finally remembers...

My girlfriend doesn't seem to be normal.

"Okay! It's settled!"

Afraid that Watson would regret it, the ghost patted him on the shoulder hard. Beltway laughed out loud next to him: "Ha! You coward, I will have to be with the beautiful boy when the time comes. I want to appreciate your cry and beg for mercy." Such a shameful look!”

"cut!"

The ghost gave a middle finger in return: "Federal, just pray that you won't get hurt!"

Buzz buzz—!

Luper's cell phone buzzed again in the passenger seat. The woman answered the call, opened the map, drew two strokes, and said to her four eyes: "Turn left ahead and go to the next intersection."

The jeep continued driving for about forty minutes and entered a neighborhood with low-rise buildings. Now that the evening travel peak has passed, there were not many traffic jams along the way. Mother Wolf guided Si Yan to park the car in an alley, and then got out of the car with Watson, who had changed into casual clothes, to be on guard. She had just contacted her old friend Hobo, who would bring someone over to do some necessary processing. As for the other team members, they have to stay in the car for the time being. The four eyes are not turned off. If there is any emergency, they can still take the people away in time.

After another phone call, two pickup trucks drove in from the corner of the alley.

"I am coming."

A man in a suit wearing a cowboy hat jumped out of the car and raised his chin towards Luper: "What did I say? You can always count on me at critical moments."

"Thank you Hobo, I will transfer the money to you later." Looking at the silver round metal water tank on one of the pickup trucks, the French wife took two steps back and turned her head to Ghost and Beltway: "Hey! You two, get out of the car and wash it for me! Come on! I'm fed up with the smell. After washing, move all the original things to the new car. We can't drive this modified Jeep back to the hotel."

The two trash men pushed the door open and got out of the car. The sour and strong smell of sour food made Hob frown. Fortunately, the two men who followed were well prepared and took out industrial respirators from their pockets. After Ghost and Beltway took off their clothes completely, they started the motor and pointed the heads of their water jets at the two naked men in front of them. ,Then--

Chi! ! ! ! !

"Let's stay away."

Hobo walked to the side of the car to avoid the splashing water, and then he noticed the gun-wielding young man next to him... Nian?

Is this a male or female?

He quickly scanned the other person's body with his eyes. The sneakers, shorts, short-sleeves and hoods were worn. The muscle lines of the calves and arms were not obvious; and the long oblique bangs, which were arranged from left to right. The upper half of his face was completely covered, making him look like a high school student with thin skin and tender flesh. And in terms of skin color, a fair chin is obviously different from locals, and it only appears more often on tourists. Although his gun-holding posture is pretty standard, his whole person looks a bit...

casual.

"Karena, who is this child?"

He is thin, has weak hands and feet, and lacks experience and vigilance. If an enemy appears behind him at this moment, he will probably die miserably. Hobo frowned and looked at Watson for a while, then turned his attention to Kalena. Seeing that the woman was silent, he asked cautiously: "...could it be your child?"

"No, he's on my team."

"He? Team member?!" The man switched to French, and his tone was obviously raised by two points: "Are you kidding me? Is this child an adult? Don't tell me that you really let him go to the battlefield. Kalena, you will harm me. Damn him!"

"Kill him? No, Mr. Stone, it's definitely not what you think." Luper looked around and saw that there was no danger, then lit a cigarette for himself, chuckled, crossed his arms and walked away: "Don't look This little cutie isn't a threat, he's actually very capable. I mean, seriously, everyone on our team loves him, he's awesome."

"......Excellent?"

The man's eyes stayed on Watson's red lips for a moment, then turned to look at the French wife's back. After looking at her for a while, her expression began to look a little strange. Watson is also observing the two of them. After absorbing the group of soldiers in the Congolese jungle, he gradually began to understand French, but there is no need to expose it now, just pretend to be stupid. After listening to the conversation just now, it was not difficult for Watson to find out what this man was thinking. After all, Kalena was indeed a beauty. She was a rare animal in the mercenary industry. It was not surprising that she was remembered.

But obviously, the wolf mother didn't call this old friend at all.

Watson is very familiar with Hobo's eyes. He has seen some people like this in his previous life, both girls and women, but most of them are just out of admiration and affection for appearance. As for the deeper level...not really. How many times. From a pure point of view of beauty, he admires Miss Watson in the mirror the most now, and even his girlfriend Michelle cannot compare with her.

Damn it, why am I so beautiful.

Snapped!

Watson slapped himself on the mouth.

I almost read it out.

"Hi! I'm Hob, Hob Stone." Watson's sudden move made the man feel a little strange, but he immediately laughed, stretched out a hand, and introduced himself in English: "Mosquitoes do exist in this place. A lot, what’s your name?”

"Watson."

After shaking hands with the other party, Hobo's eyes showed no hostility, but mostly suspicion and scrutiny. The wolf mother didn't explain much, which meant that the guy in front of her could at least be trusted. But after glancing at Kalena who was walking away to smoke, Watson had a feeling in his heart: This woman probably did it on purpose.

Are you using me as a shield?

"So... Watson, do you have any special skills?" Hobo also lit a cigarette: "Sorry, I don't mean any harm. Several people in the Wolf Pack team are good players. I have met them before. . But you look less like a soldier and more like a high school student, don't you? I don't understand why Kalena would let you join the team."

"Maybe she recruited me because I don't look like a soldier. But in any case, it's the captain's decision, and I don't think it has anything to do with you." Watson shook his head slightly, his left eye shorter. Parting a few strands of her bangs, revealing half of her beautiful light purple eyes: "Are you interested in her?"

"what?"

"The look in her eyes is not difficult to understand, at least it is not difficult for me to understand." Watson lowered his head and pulled out the magazine of the AUG assault rifle, weighed it before inserting it back: "Actually, I am very concerned about Captain Kalena. I’m quite curious about my past experiences. I heard that you have known her for a long time? Why don’t you tell me about it?”

"You'd better ask her yourself."

Hobo sneered twice, touched his cowboy hat, and took out a business card from his suit pocket: "By the way, I handle smuggling and smuggling business in the northwest region of South America. I can also help people escape, you should also read Here we are, that hotel is really nice, right? If you work in this place in the future, you might still deal with me, but I personally hope you don’t need the last service, haha!”

"Morning Star Line?" Watson pinched the business card: "I thought you would continue to ask questions about my identity."

"I stopped being a soldier a long time ago, kid. I'm a businessman now. One of the rules of doing business is not to offend people at will." At this point, the man's smile gradually disappeared: "But my intuition is still there, kid. I saw your eyes just now... I know you must have killed someone. Don't deny it, this is how I was able to leave the battlefield alive. I don't know what you are capable of, but I think Kalena is. She has her own reasons, if she is willing to hand her back to you, then don’t let her down.”

......

Click!

Michelle, wearing a butcher suit, pulled on the nylon straps to bind the ghost. It is now 4:20 in the morning. Several members of the Wolfpack team changed cars and equipment and ran all the way back to the hotel from the southwest area of ​​Rio de Janeiro. After Luper arranged things, he went back to the room directly, without intending to reprimand the two troublemakers. man.

Of course, it’s also possible that I’ll settle the score after I’ve had enough sleep.

Michela, who slept in every day, was very energetic and had already arranged the operating room in advance, and she did not refuse the request to watch at all. But now, Ghost was lying on the bed, his pants had been pulled down to his thighs. The fat guy from Beltway originally said he wanted to be there, but it was obviously just a talk. As for Watson, he kept his promise and came over. Seeing Michela unfolding a knife bag, large and small slender metals filled with cold light made Watson, a person who had not undergone many major surgeries, feel a little scared. .

"Well!!!!!!"

Miss Butterfly Knife ripped off the temporary bandage on the ghost's butt like a poster. The ghost's eyes were widened in pain, but because a towel was tied to his mouth, he could only make hesitant sounds.

"do not move."

The eyes on the mask were very calm, but to Watson's ears, the voice sounded like two almost opposite emotions entangled at the same time - he suddenly recalled the time in 1990 when the two tortured Hydra's hidden secrets Michela, the spy in Pullman Logistics, showed such a state.

Cold and focused, and hyper.