The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

"Sorry, you eat first."

Hobo stood up, took out his cell phone and walked to the balcony.

"Cheers! To a wonderful holiday!"

"Cheers! To Latin chicks!"

Ghost and Beltway had already taken the lead in toasting. Although the sniper had to sit crookedly due to his wound, it didn't seem to affect his determination to get drunk tonight at all. Only Watson looked at it and really felt that the other party was planning to drink all night, so he finally couldn't help but said: "How about you drink less? You just had the operation last night, didn't you?"

"Hey, why are you so emotionless?"

The man waved his hand nonchalantly: "Do you know how the Soviet Red Army fought with you Germans in the snow? They dug the bullets out of their stomachs, drank two gulps of wine, and then fought back all the way to Berlin. This - ! This is a fine tradition, it is engraved in the bones of our Soviet men, don’t try to stop me!”

"Just fart, Russian!"

Beltway also entered the familiar state of a strong-mouthed king: "It's been several years since the Soviet Union collapsed! You fool!"

"Huh? Don't think that I can't convince you because I'm injured, you damn fat man. Then you will know who is the fool!" Ghost cursed and opened a second bottle of wine. He was just about to talk to Bell. Twee blew once, but suddenly stopped, turned his head and patted Watson on the shoulder: "Hey, beautiful boy, I have to pay you a compliment first! You have helped us a lot, don't think I forgot, I can remember It’s here, hehe!”

Tons tons tons tons tons! ! !

Within seven or eight seconds, the ghost poured a bottle of beer into his stomach.

"Hey! Me too, here's to you! Beautiful boy!"

The fat bald man followed closely behind. This guy was a bit of a thief and only took a few sips, and deliberately did not let the ghost see him. This scene made Luper laugh too. The French wife thought about it and toasted half a glass to Watson, but said nothing. Only Ms. Kyoko, who was sitting next to her, was addicted to the Internet. Her pretty face was full of madness, and she was holding a bottle of wine and drinking it by herself.

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Boom!

Watson put a few empty wine bottles on the carpet, and finally chewed two oysters before lying back on the sofa. Half a minute passed, and as Ghost and Beltway officially started a one-on-one duel, the atmosphere at the wine table immediately became tense. Michela never liked to watch this kind of thing. After eating enough, she also lay down on the sofa, and the two of them chatted quietly.

"Aren't you still taking medicine?"

Smelling the smell of alcohol in his girlfriend's breath, Watson touched her face: "Drink less."

"What? Are you taking care of me now?"

"Shouldn't I be worried about you? Your injuries have just begun to improve. Has it been half a year? It seems to be shorter. If you suffer from any serious illness again, it will be a big problem!" Watson frowned and said His face came closer: "I know you were... very depressed before, but it's different now, isn't it? At least... you know what I mean, right?"

"What do you mean?"

With a smile on her lips, Miss Butterfly Knife leaned over and kissed her boyfriend lightly on the face. Looking at those blue eyes, Watson thought for a while and decided not to disturb his girlfriend's interest tonight: "...Forget it, it's rare for you to be happy. But you really have to drink less, I can't I don’t want to see you vomiting next to the toilet in the middle of the night.”

"Huh? Are you looking down on me?" Michela took a sip of wine and slowly crawled to Watson's ear: "You know I bought it today..."

"Hey! Guys!"

At this time, the old man Hobo finally finished the phone call and hurried over holding his hat: "I'm sorry, I have something urgent here, so I'll leave first."

"Okay, be careful on the road."

Luper saw that he had no intention of saying more, so he said goodbye simply. Ghost and Beltway, the drinking duo, had the least relationship with Hob. They didn't even say goodbye and raised their glasses politely. At this time, Hobo had already walked out and the door slammed shut. It could be heard that the old man was really anxious. However, the atmosphere in the room quickly became lively again. The ghost also turned on the TV, brought up a channel of hot beauties dancing, and started staring at the screen and yelling with the fat man.

"So what did you buy today?"

Watson returned his gaze to his girlfriend's face.

"I bought a sexy nurse outfit."

Michela smiled and spoke in a small voice.

"Really?"

"Really." The woman leaned a little closer, struggling repeatedly with the corners of her mouth turning up crazily: "It's your size, as are the stockings and the high heels."

Snapped!

Watson covered his forehead and slumped on the sofa as if he was drunk, wailing softly: "Ah - help! Who will save me? Why is my girlfriend so perverted?! Put that big guy who keeps a straight face all day long My sister told me ouch, don’t bite, don’t bite!!!”

Michela bit into his neck.

After a few seconds, the two noticed something unusual.

It's so quiet.

He raised his two heads and saw that the entire table was looking at this side. Luper has the kind smile of a housewife watching a romantic soap opera, but the drinking duo is a little more extreme, with each expression looking more lewd than the other. Seeing Watson and Michela react, Ghost slapped his thigh with regret on his face: "Don't stop, keep going! Keep going!"

"whispering sound!"

Watson and Michela snorted at the same time.

The French wife finally couldn't help laughing, and reached out to grab the four eyes next to her, but in vain. She turned around and saw that Ms. Kyoko was no longer on the sofa. Luper stood up with a sigh, took two deep breaths in the direction of the bedroom, then sat down again: "Forget it, little guy, tonight Come on and I’ll spank her.”

"Look, Captain, here's the problem."

Beltway raised his finger seriously and pointed at the two people on the field in turn: "You yourself have company at night, and then the beautiful boy also has company now, but what about me and the ghost? Look at the two of us, how lonely we are. Ah! All we have to do at night is drink. When we get drunk, we act crazy. Isn’t it just because we don’t have a partner? "

"Huh?" Luper raised his eyebrows, as if he heard a joke: "You two have such a good relationship, why don't you consider taking it further? Don't worry, I won't discriminate against you, just don't do it in front of me That’s it.”

"what are you saying?"

Hearing Luper's words, Ghost suddenly looked disgusted: "Who would want to be with such a fat man? If you have to let me choose, then I will definitely choose Watson! Who doesn't like beautiful boys?"

"That's right! Who doesn't like pretty boys?" Beltway raised his eyebrows at Watson deliberately, then looked at each other and the ghost, both clapped their legs and laughed, and the room was filled with a happy atmosphere for a while. However, Michela hugged Watson tightly and raised her middle finger at the drinking duo: "You two perverts, stay away from my boyfriend!"

"Ahem, that's not my focus."

The fat man turned his head to Luper, threw away the wine bottle, and slowly lifted his hands up: "I mean, look, haven't Ghost and I been hanging out in the red light district for a long time? There are a few on our mobile phones... "

"No."

......

Boom! ! !

The late night thunderstorm came again, and water vapor penetrated through the window gap, blowing up the torn clothing on the carpet. But the wind can only do this for the time being. The glass wine bottle is too heavy and it cannot blow it. The woman was sleeping deeply on the bed, with the thin quilt wrapped all over her body carefully, keeping the coolness out. The bathroom a few meters away from the end of the bed was dimly lit, and a pair of red high heels were leaning at the door.

Miss Watson was looking at herself in the mirror.

The bright red lipstick was completely wiped off, and the little mouth looked like it had been ravaged several times with the palm of one's hand. The white nurse uniform on her body is also in tatters, with her slender waist hanging down, and her two slender and tight thighs still covered with white stockings, but they are also covered with hooks and holes, all of them belong to some perverted woman A masterpiece of overexertion. Under the warm light, the face in the mirror is still so intoxicatingly beautiful. As for the flat chest... To be honest, Watson will subconsciously ignore his original gender every time he looks in the mirror.

And even though he was ruined like this, his messy make-up look, with a hint of grievance between his brows, is even more endearing.

Stop, stop, stop, the role play is over, you psycho. Miss Watson patted her face, turned on the faucet and wiped off the lipstick, and couldn't help but roll her eyes at herself in the mirror. It had not been half a month since the two officially confirmed their relationship, but Michela was already in a slightly excited state. It seemed that what Miss Butterfly Knife drank tonight was not wine, but a powerful stimulant. If she discovered the existence of the real Miss Watson in the future, Watson couldn't even imagine what the scene would be like.

look at you.

People are almost going to eat you up.

Scumbag!

Saying this word silently, Miss Watson turned off the light and walked quietly to the ammunition box in the darkness. Compared with his own luggage, Michela's pile of medical equipment took up more space. Coupled with the goods he just bought today, the entire small living room became very crowded. But after closing the bedroom door, Miss Watson could safely stir up some noise.

There is a pile of round drum magazines for the RPK light machine gun on the table, which looks inexplicably like hamburgers. This gun is also a specially customized model. The dust cover on the top has been replaced by a reinforced shell with a Picatinny rail. As long as the user is willing, it is not a problem to install a sniper scope. But in fact, if classified according to modern standards, the RPK, which uses a fixed barrel and has average heat dissipation performance, can only be called a heavy barrel automatic rifle to a certain extent. If you really want to engage in fire suppression, you still have to look at PKM and FN MAG.

Fortunately, I bought both Watsons and even FN Minimi.

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After successive gifts from Mrs. Viper and the Umbrella Group, Mr. "Slade Wilson" now has nearly 700 million US dollars in his account. It is the late 90s, and there are so many things that can be done with so much money. And to put it another way, he actually became a mercenary just to save Michela, and now this purpose has almost been completed.

It's time to think about doing something else.

Just like the protagonists of time-travel novels in previous lives, start a record company or a movie company, or start a game company. The last option in Miss Watson's game is more suitable. After all, she was really a bad game player in her previous life. In addition, Mrs. Viper also needs to plan carefully on how to kill Hydra. But within seconds, Miss Watson changed her mind.

These two can actually become the same thing.

If you don't look at the names, the fighting will, professionalism and execution ability of most Hydra agents are among the best in the world. It is obviously inappropriate to kill them all. I should take control of Hydra again as Mrs. Viper, and then transfer a few Guys come and start a company! Isn't this the must-have item for every Hydra leader to make money? It’s nothing more than legal and illegal.

The plan goes through!

But the question now is whether Michela is willing to go with him.