The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

The whole scene suddenly became chaotic.

But it didn't last long.

At least in the eyes of those gangsters, everything happened too suddenly. One second, everyone was laughing, and the next second, their boss was stabbed in the neck. When Michela stabbed another target in the heart, these gangsters finally reacted and reached for their weapons. Miss Butterfly Knife moved quickly, punching the opponent's armpit with her left elbow, touching her pants with her right palm, and took out another knife.

"What the hell! Kill ugh!!!!"

The voice he just shouted was cut off, and the gangster covered his neck with all his strength. He gasped like his boss and staggered to his knees. The blade cut not only the trachea, but also a large artery on one side. Blood spurted out from the tear, and it was impossible to cover it with just two hands. At this time, Michela had already passed by this group of people, and his military boots made a harsh crunching sound on the ground. She turned back and sprinted two steps, then suddenly lowered her waist and grabbed a gangster's left leg.

The inertia caused Miss Butterfly Knife to swing her whole body in a semi-arc around the leg, and the man she was holding didn't even have time to make a sound and threw herself straight towards the ground.

His knee tendons had been cut open.

Clap!

The dagger penetrated the brain and spinal cord from below the occipital bone. The gangster's body shook violently for a few times and gradually returned to calm. Michela stood up with his sword drawn, looking at the last enemy in front of him with his eyes in his messy hair. The crowds of vendors around were all attracted. After having been involved in the arms trade for so many years, it was common to see people who were good at using guns, but not so many people who were good at using knives. Intuitive violence is often the most exciting. Watching Michela rush over and cut left and right on the human body, some vendors even stood up and cheered.

A few seconds later, there were two more bodies on the ground.

The woman who followed the tattooed man before was also dead. She reached out to draw the gun, but was stabbed directly through the back by Watson. This conflict attracted a lot of attention, but fortunately, the place where it occurred was relatively far from the center. Watson took Michela around two corners and slipped forward for more than ten meters. The surrounding environment quickly returned to normal.

It didn't take long for Luper and the others to catch up.

"Are you guys okay?"

The French wife looked very relaxed. From any aspect, Watson was the least likely to get into trouble among the wolf team, so she just asked verbally: "Hope took me to find the market manager. This is not a big problem, and there are no survivors. I guess nothing happened to you two, so...why did you have a conflict with someone?"

"It's all because of Bertha."

Watson pointed at Michela with a look of disgust on his face: "It was all because she suddenly kissed me and hugged me that made those people unhappy. You should take care of her quickly and ask her to go out and learn from me to cover her face." Stay, otherwise every time I stand next to me, a man will be jealous of me. Hell, there was nothing going on tonight, and I could happily buy a few guns and go back, but she..."

Michela stared, leaned over and kissed her hard, blocking out the rest of her boyfriend's words.

Seeing this, Luper rolled his eyes for the rare occasion.

"...You two really don't look like Germans. How can any German be like you?" The French wife shook her head and deliberately passed between Watson and Michela: "Next, let's stay together. Let’s go before we run into another idiot. What do you want to buy? A light machine gun or a general-purpose machine gun?”

"I know the gunsmith here."

The wolf mother stood nearby, and Hobo's performance was still so attentive: "A talented shooter like you should use customized weapons. Let me take you there."

......

"Hey, what a great harvest?"

In the hotel, Beltway watched Watson push up a cart of arms boxes, and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows with his hands on his hips: "What did you buy?"

“I bought whatever I liked.”

Watson said a few casual words and then pushed the arms box into the room. This time he fully satisfied his urge to buy. He bought 4 machine guns of various models, 3 of which were customized models; the AUG assault rifle whose magazine had been damaged in the slums was also replenished, plus Thousands of rounds of bullets of various types were filled directly into two ammunition boxes. In fact, compared to the weapon itself, the supporting maintenance tools, reloading tools, spare parts, and various gun cases and gun bags for harsh environments take up more space.

Ruper bought some protective gear for the team, while Michela preferred daggers and daggers. For more than an hour, the group watched Watson go around with guns.

After simply putting the things away, Watson turned around and walked into the ghost's room without being in a hurry. The poor sniper lay naked on the bed with his head pointed at the TV. When he saw Watson walking in, he hurriedly shouted: "Hey! Beautiful boy! Damn it, someone is here, please change the channel... ...No, help me get the remote control! Damn fat man..."

"promise."

Throwing the remote control over, Watson picked up the empty beer can on the ground and threw it into the trash can: "How is your wound?"

"how's it going?"

As soon as he heard this, the ghost became angry: "I feel like my butt is missing a piece of meat! Do you understand? Your girlfriend is torturing me on purpose! She could have avoided such a big wound! Perverted German woman, cyka ...Ahem, I'm sorry, I just said it smoothly. If I get hurt again next time, I would rather die than have her perform surgery on me."

"Then I hope you really don't get shot next time."

After a few words of unhelpful comfort, Watson quickly returned to the room again. He found that since leaving the virgin stage, his enthusiasm for communicating with people of the same sex had plummeted. Not long after he left Michelle, he began to recall the other person's enchanting figure in his mind. And to be honest, when he saw a woman wielding a knife in the arms black market, Watson couldn't help but think of the days when they were hanging out in the room. A slight comparison of the two performances...

The contrast is really exciting.

Ah, what the hell.

"Please stop."

Watson lowered his head and raised his middle finger to his crotch: "I told you to stop, do you hear me? Your mind is full of bad things. If you were writing a novel, it would be your fault if you were banned!"

"who are you talking to?"

Luper's voice suddenly came from behind.

"Oh... I'm bragging that I'm really rich." Watson turned around and pointed to the arms boxes without changing his expression: "It's just that the arms black market doesn't sell fighter jets. I remember that Brazil doesn't have a Tucano. An attack aircraft? I really want to buy one for fun. If you can’t afford it, you can rent it and fly it. I haven’t flown this propeller attack aircraft yet.”

"You can't buy a toucan for millions of dollars. Are you sure you have the money?" Luper shook his head and smiled, pointing to the door: "The barbecue supper has been prepared, let's finish the food first. Let’s fix these guns again.”

The two came to the large room where Luper and Siyan lived. The living room had been arranged as a dining table. Dozens of beer bottles surrounded the large barbecue plate, and the aroma was fragrant. Michela grabbed the grilled oysters she bought on the road and was processing the packaging bags with her head lowered. The woman's blond hair fell down the side of her neck, giving her a somewhat virtuous look.

As for the four eyes...

Seeing Luper suddenly come in, she stepped back towards the bedroom with both feet, like an Internet addict who was caught secretly playing on the computer at home. The wolf mother became angry when she saw this scene. She strode over and grabbed the other person's neck: "Didn't I tell you to eat first? Why are you so anxious about that broken computer? If you don't watch it for half an hour, will you die or something? ?”

"It's okay! It's okay! (No! Let me go!)"

The spacious living room was filled with excitement.

The old man Hopper took off his cowboy hat and looked at the two women tugging at each other with a smile. Watson came to Michela without saying a word, and reached out to help her unpack the bag. Amidst the noise, he gently touched the back of Miss Butterfly Knife's hand. The temperature was still very warm, but it seemed more comfortable than ever before. It wasn't until Michela raised her eyes and cast a questioning look that Watson touched his nose and continued to take out the foam box from the bag.

When the tape is peeled off, the aroma of large oysters bursts out.

"Okay, where should we sit?"

As if deliberately teasing, Michela started to use that German-accented English again: "How about the love seat? I don't want to be next to other men."

"You like it."

Watson suddenly hugged his girlfriend's waist, causing the two of them to fall directly into the sofa. The air blew her blond hair and passed through her somewhat bewildered eyes. Michelle looked at her boyfriend's face with a raised brow. After seeing the expression of the other person's mischievous success, the corners of her mouth trembled a few times, and finally she couldn't restrain herself. Live and then tilt upward. Different from the past, Watson's beautiful eyes suddenly lost the sense of depression, and the kind and tenderness was unabashed, all flowing out with his gaze.

seeped into her heart.

"Hey! Is dinner ready?"

The door was pushed open again, and Beltway's loud voice came in first, followed by his fat body: "I can't wait any longer!"

"What the hell, can't you help me?" The ghost limped across the threshold with a cane, but after seeing the table full of delicious barbecue, beer and oysters, only appetite remained in his eyes. Luper threw his four eyes onto the couch, first greeted Hopper, and then raised his eyebrows and turned to the two troublemakers: "Let me declare first, no matter how much you two drink tonight, you are absolutely not allowed to go crazy with alcohol! Do you hear that? Fatty? Ghost? If anyone causes trouble again, I'll give him a shot!"

"I heard it." x2

The duo raised their hands in surrender.

"Huh? Where are Watson and Bertha?"

The French wife looked around and finally saw the two people kissing each other sweetly on the sofa: "You two..."

She wanted to say something, but felt that it was not the time to disturb the other person. But Beltway was different. The fat man rolled across the sofa with a tactic, and when he saw Watson and Michela who had not had time to separate, he immediately opened his mouth and shouted excitedly: "Yo yo yo——yo yo !!! Haha! Hey~~~!”

"What? What?"

The ghost threw the crutches away: "Let me see!"

"Alas--!"

A few seconds later, there was one more person booing in the living room. Looking at the noisy scene in front of her, the wolf mother put her hands on her hips helplessly, thought about it, and started laughing too. Watson and Michela each pointed their middle fingers at the duo, making the same stinky faces as Four Eyes. Ms. Kyoko was huddled on the sofa, staring at the bedroom with dead eyes, feeling that she was the most unhappy person tonight.

"You guys have such a good relationship."

Hobo sighed and lamented: "It's a pity that all my old comrades-in-arms are dead..."

Om-!

At this moment, the cell phone in his pocket suddenly vibrated.