The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

Late at night, in Lower Manhattan, Mrs. Viper's safe house.

"sorry."

Bang!

Watson smacked his forehead on the table.

"It's ok."

"sorry."

Bang!

"Hey...Okay, I told you it's okay, I don't feel very serious." Michela lay on the sofa, covering her abdomen tightly with both hands, and there was still some cold sweat on her cheeks: "I'm fine now, It doesn’t hurt that much anymore. I just need to lie down a little longer. I won’t move my body tonight. You go to the bedroom and get me a quilt.”

"What do you mean it's not serious?!"

Holding a few pieces of paper, Watson became more and more anxious as he spoke: "See for yourself! You are bleeding!"

"It's not like she shed much!"

Michela's expression was a little embarrassed: "Okay! You don't have to be nervous. I am a doctor myself. I know where the injury is, okay? I have taken anti-inflammatory drugs. If I really can't hold on, I will tell you." !" Watson didn't even finish listening, and immediately grabbed his girlfriend's left hand: "So don't wait until you can't hold it any longer! Let's go to the hospital, okay? You don't have a gunshot wound, a regular hospital can do it too If it doesn’t work, I’ll find a service provider... I’ll do it now.”

"unnecessary."

After a few seconds of silence, Miss Butterfly Knife sighed faintly, "...Am I useless?"

"Don't say such things, how could you be useless? You are so useful. What would Mrs. Viper do without you? Don't keep thinking about this kind of thing. I was just too excited, okay? It has nothing to do with you. ." After appeasing his girlfriend, Watson turned on his phone and quickly looked through his address book. Seeing that her boyfriend still didn't want to give up, Michela struggled for a long time and finally said: "You don't need to take me to the hospital, just get me some medicine and come back. Our luggage hasn't been sent to the transfer station yet, otherwise it wouldn't have happened." necessary……"

"No problem! What do you need?"

After Miss Butterfly Knife finished writing the medicine order, Watson took it over and took a look at it. There was a long list of them. I know all the words, but I can’t understand the combinations. What's more terrible is that the black light body does not require treatment, so after coming to New York so many times, Watson has never cared about any places selling medicine around him.

What's more, it's still late at night.

The "pharmacies" in the United States are quite special. They are rarely opened individually and are mostly concentrated in department stores, chain convenience stores and gas stations. According to Michela's description, the latter two cannot meet the demand and can only be eliminated; department stores are not open at all in the middle of the night. I really want to find a 24-hour pharmacy... It is 1998 now, and there are no mini programs or You can check it with a mobile app, but it’s impossible to label store names on paper city maps.

After all, it’s better to just go to the hospital.

"You can't understand, right?"

Seeing her boyfriend's expression, Michela slowly turned over, and the conspiratorial smile on her lips quickly disappeared: "Prescription drugs are not easy to buy in regular stores, so I also wrote down many alternatives. But even if In this way, with your understanding of medicine, you still have to ask someone to help you find it. Otherwise, even if you break into the pharmacy warehouse, you won't be able to find exactly what you want."

"Shall I, uh... call and ask?"

Watson does suck.

The bad thing is that Miss Butterfly Knife has difficulty moving, otherwise why would it be so troublesome?

"Who to ask? To the mercenary intelligence dealer? I have a gynecological disease, how can those stinky men understand it?"

The woman raised her eyebrows: "They are well versed in arms markets and black car shops, and New York is not a war-torn area. Mercenaries come here to spend a lot of money and vent their stress. The supplier system is already biased toward leisure and entertainment. In addition, black clinics There are not many gynecological medicines, but there are a lot of medicines for stab wounds and fractures. Believe me, they will definitely recommend the ambulance service directly to you and then send you to the hospital. Or you will get a few names and end up looking for you. I found out they were selling 'medicine', and taking one pill would make you feel heavenly."

"So how did you get the medicine before?"

Hearing this, Watson reacted. Aren't the professionals right in front of him?

"I'll go find the gang."

Miss Butterfly Knife reached out and took the warm water poured by her boyfriend: "The size of the gang will always be directly proportional to the size of the city. Just call the intelligence agent directly and ask where there is a distribution center for smuggled drugs in the Manhattan Peninsula. They will definitely know. Or you can Go to a regular hospital, but unless you are familiar with some of the employees there, they will definitely not give you the medicine honestly. Either rob a gangster or rob a hospital, you choose one."

"...Then I'll rob the gangster."

Watson stood up and turned towards the weapons room: "At least the gangsters won't call the police if they are robbed."

There was a clang in the weapons room.

Two minutes later Miss Watson emerged wearing a tight combat uniform.

Just by observing the texture pattern a few times, Michela immediately recognized that this was the equipment made by the old Howard.

Although it was not the first time that she admired Miss Watson's body, it was indeed the first time for Michela to see her girlfriend dressed like this. The thin layer of clothing just wrapped around the body made the extremely graceful curves more conspicuous. The plump thighs and buttocks, along with the slender waist, are two majestic mountain peaks, which fully support the delicate texture of the clothing.

Combined with a tall figure with perfect proportions, no matter how you look at it, a woman cannot find fault. At this moment, the beautiful face looked dull, showing a kind of vulnerability and indifference, as if she was concentrating on the upcoming killing.

There's also a sense of sharpness.

This was of course because of the weapons on the combat uniform, especially the two strange-shaped T-shaped swords. Michela thought that she was proficient in short-hand combat, but she had never seen such weapons. Noticing her girlfriend's gaze, Miss Watson put the Glock pistol back on her waist, then pulled out the T-shaped sword with a swipe, and flicked a few beautiful sword flowers.

He was handsome, but his eyes turned pink.

No, don't open your mouth.

Michelle looked at her girlfriend's face and couldn't help but start talking in her heart. This cow is good at everything, but she is too lively when talking to herself, and she has the feeling of an indifferent big sister turning into a lunatic in an instant. Other women would only look artificial when doing this, but Miss Watson's face is so beautiful that no matter how she behaves, it is very reasonable.

From this perspective, it seems that there is really no style that she cannot control. As for how Michela felt it...it's hard to tell.

"Does it look good? Does it look good?"

Under the gaze of her girlfriend, Miss Watson grinned and twisted shamelessly. As expected, her cold temperament was completely destroyed.

"cut......"

The woman turned her face: "Why do you have a mouth..."

"What are you talking about?!"

Miss Watson jumped on her girlfriend, her pink eyes widened: "Apologise! Or I will kiss you!"

"Go buy medicine!"

Snapped!

Michela slapped her on the butt.

"Okay, okay, let's go."

Quickly walking to the balcony, Miss Watson turned around, closed the door, and gently buttoned her helmet.

It was one of her favorite moments.

After a few seconds of silence, Miss Watson spread her arms and jumped out, falling freely in the sky. The tentacles shoot out from the opening of the inter-finger joint, hanging the entire body in a pendulum motion, and throw it out when the inertia reaches its highest peak. Then, she turned herself over, with her back facing forward, as if she were lying in a ball of extremely soft coldness. The air kept squeezing the tights, and the thin layer of material seemed to blend with the skin, bringing a strangely comfortable touch.

At this time, there is no such thing as a levitation cloak.

It was following behind with a backpack wrapped around it, looking a little pitiful. Miss Watson increased her speed, flying between buildings. Although Michela told her to call the intelligence agent, Miss Watson knew very well about where on the Manhattan Peninsula there were the most gangs.

But she still planned to struggle.

"Bang bang bang!"

Walking to a taxi, Miss Watson gently tapped on the window glass to wake up the sleeping driver inside: "Hey! Sir! Do you know where there is a 24-hour pharmacy?"

"fxck! Who?!"

The black uncle was startled. He turned around and saw a strange helmet stuck to the window of the car. He almost jumped out of his seat.

......

boom!

Another gunshot pierced the night sky.

"What the hell, why haven't these guys finished fighting yet?"

A slovenly-looking middle-aged man walked to the window and muttered to himself.

Through the gap, he could clearly see the police car below. Blue light and red light flashed alternately, reflecting the dilapidated building walls of Hell's Kitchen with a sense of magic. But this has nothing to do with the man who has lived here for many years. He is well aware of the survival rules in this gray area. When sleeping at night, you must lock the doors and close the windows, set up alarm traps, and put a gun under the pillow, otherwise it will be very dangerous. It is easy to lose your life in your sleep.

Sleep is extremely precious to the residents of Hell's Kitchen.

Because the night is too dangerous.

Hell's Kitchen is adjacent to the Hudson River, opposite Union City, New Jersey, and is naturally endowed with excellent water transportation conditions. But it is also a gang stronghold, drug den, brothel, arms black market and even a human organ sales ground, filled with all kinds of contraband. Relying on the port logistics system, voluntary or involuntary stowaways log in here. , a large number of illegal transactions are carried out late every night. If you want to survive in Hell's Kitchen, you will definitely not survive long if you have a weak character.

The criminals here are like acne that gets angry. They may pop up from anywhere every day. If you dig deeper, you will find a complex chain of interests. Over the years, the New York police have not known anything about this. Unfortunately, in the face of this cancer-like area, it is expensive to completely treat it. Successive New York mayors and police chiefs have not had the determination to launch a crackdown. Although some congressmen and public figures have used this as a topic for speeches, most of them just shouted.

In the end, everyone tacitly agreed to let Hell's Kitchen continue to rot.

Even if it's on the bustling Manhattan peninsula.

In recent days, the New York police, who suddenly decided to get involved, have undoubtedly seriously disturbed the sleep of the residents of Hell's Kitchen. Gangs have clear goals in their fights. They know exactly who to hit and where to hit, and they usually don't disturb other residents. The police are different. They have loudspeakers installed in their cars and they want to broadcast "There is a mass shooting here, everyone" 24 hours a day. Residents should be careful when going out."

Is Hell's Kitchen dangerous? Do you need to remind me?

In fact, logically speaking, the scale of this gang fight is not exaggerated compared to the past, and the police never paid attention to it. The man stayed close to the window and watched for several minutes, not thinking about what happened to these gangsters. Suddenly he changed his temper. Helpless, he could only lie back on the bed and close his eyes tightly.

boom--!

"fxckyou!"

The man jumped up and yelled out the window.

Hearing the sound, policewoman Felicia, who was holding an M4 carbine, immediately looked over and saw only a slightly open window on the second floor.

"Don't mind him, that's what people in Hell's Kitchen do."

A young policeman next to him seemed very attentive. After all, women in the SWAT team are rare animals. It has been rare to see someone with a good figure and face like Felicia Leonard for decades: "You If you’re not familiar with this place, you’d better stand a little behind the line. Damn it, this is such a nonsense, we shouldn’t be here!”