The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

"Where is the spring~ Ah, where is the spring? The spring is in the green... ah~~ here." Among the dim shelves, Miss Watson was holding a small broken basket and muttered to herself. Pick and choose. Thanks to the gunfire at the pier next door, I can safely choose medicines here. The memory fragments of the cotton-hat gangster pointed to several heavy account books. Miss Watson looked at them directly and quickly transferred Michelle's share of medicines. The list is half complete.

In fact, it’s almost there.

After all, the other half are mostly alternative drugs.

After devouring a few people, the previous negative emotions were quickly washed away, strangely fast. As for the childhood shadows, domestic violence, hardships, etc. in the newly arrived memory fragments, they are considered ordinary to Miss Watson, not even as good as the "Illyrian" gang members she devoured before.

"Hey! We found the oil lamp!"

In the direction of the shelves dozens of meters away, a man suddenly shouted in this direction: "Fat man! No need to look any further, do you hear me?"

Miss Watson leaned down, put the basket in the corner, and lay on the ground trying to pass through the overhead layer at the bottom of the shelf. But her plan was only successful for a small part. Although her head had been drilled in, her back hit the bottom metal plate. If she pushed forward, the entire shelf might have to move, and the movement would be huge. Gone. Miss Watson turned her head back, bending her neck at an exaggerated 90°, and then she saw clearly the culprit that caused her body to get stuck.

The breasts are too big!

When she heard footsteps coming this way, she didn't care so much. Her torso quickly turned into tentacles, and her whole body was flattened by almost two-thirds. While crawling at the bottom of the shelves, Miss Watson did not forget to spread out a few small hands to prevent the weapons on her body from colliding with each other. But this is just an insurance policy, because the pier next door is still noisy.

There are even 2 helicopters in the sky.

Wow!

Suddenly, the glass on the side facing the dock next door shattered, and then several more pieces shattered at the same time, scaring the nearby gang members who were watching the fun and shrinking their heads. The man who was planning to come over to check was also attracted: "What the hell! What's going on?!"

"It's a stray bullet! Stay away!" Someone shouted: "Back off! Stop crowding here!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a group of people ran to the other side of the warehouse with a cheer. Miss Watson waited quietly for the footsteps to subside, and then slowly climbed dozens of meters in the opposite direction of the crowd. The people in the front area had already retreated, which made it easier for her to sneak out.

Why do you think you are so big?

The combat uniform inflated as if it were inflated. After returning to its original shape, Miss Watson lowered her head and punched herself in the chest. She made up her mind to go home and learn tailoring skills, and from now on she would do things in the form of Jessica the Spider-Woman. Now, this exaggerated figure with bulging front and back is very sexy and very recognizable. Every time he is accidentally exposed to the light, he has to kill the witnesses...except for the one in the Bronx. An arms dealer, he is one of the few people who has seen him fight but not be killed.

What's that man's name?

eagle?

Recalling the scene she saw when she entered that time, Ms. Watson had to sigh that the Bronx was nothing compared to Hell's Kitchen.

At least people are still alive.

After taking inventory of the broken basket, Miss Watson climbed up the steel beam on the roof of the shed and stuffed the pill boxes into her backpack one by one. As long as they retreat smoothly, the whole thing will be over.

lb!

A stray bullet from above hit the tin roof and opened a small hole.

What's going on next door?

Isn't it the acting you promised?

Gently removing a piece of side glass from the roof, Miss Watson climbed up with her hands on the eaves, and saw that a fire had been ignited on the pier next door. The entire scene was red, and the police's offensive operations seemed to be temporarily suspended due to this incident. Miss Watson observed that someone jumped into the water during the chaos, but was immediately targeted by the helicopter's searchlight. On the other side of the shore, a dozen gangsters were kneeling on the ground with their heads in their hands, facing the guns of the SWAT police.

It was indeed a pretense.

Miss Watson took out the binoculars and quickly confirmed the identities of these "gangsters". They were generally thin and wore clothes that did not fit well, so they looked baggy. Generally speaking, the stowaways who take the Hell's Kitchen route are poor people who spend all their savings to come to New York to find a new life. Quite a few of them are traveling with their families, either their partners or their children.

For the Black Forest Gang, this kind of person is the best to handle.

At this moment, a man kneeling on the ground stood up and waved his hands and feet towards the SWAT officer next to him. Miss Watson was not interested in watching the scene anymore. She turned the telescope lens to the left. As long as she didn't see any ambush, she could evacuate according to the planned route. But just as the camera panned past a residential building, a familiar figure appeared on the screen.

Tight leather jacket, black ponytail, and two long legs...

Isn't this the distressed princess Nissa of the Vampire Tribe?

Turning the camera slightly, Miss Watson spotted the blood hunter Blade on the roof of another building dozens of meters away from Nissa. This guy still had a classic long trench coat look. Look at that stern expression. If he shaved off his hair and replaced his sunglasses with a single eye patch, this guy could look like future S.H.I.E.L.D. Director Nick Fury.

So there are vampires in Hell’s Kitchen?

Miss Watson rummaged through the recent memory fragments and only found information about a blood bank in Hell's Kitchen. As for whether there were vampires... well, it wouldn't be surprising if there were. Blade's main activity area is in Staten Island, which is not close to Manhattan. There must be something big going on when they come here. Looking at Nisha's cold face, Miss Watson recalled the scene when the other party met Michelle. I have to say that the way Nissa pressed Miss Butterfly Knife on her butt and spanked her was really like a queen.

As if I haven't fought Nissa yet.

How about...playing with her?

This thought came to mind, and then I couldn't get rid of it. Miss Watson didn't hesitate for too long. She took off her backpack and threw it to the levitation cloak that had returned to its original shape, then walked around the residential building. At the pier next door, gunshots suddenly rang out again. The man who stood up to talk to the SWAT team suddenly ran away. As a result, he was knocked down by bullets from behind before he could run very far.

"Ceasefire—!"

Felicia was holding the M4 carbine. When she heard the leader yelling in the earphones, her whole body suddenly relaxed, and her left fingertips trembled a few times on the gun guard. Facing this gangster who was running away with a gun, although he raised the gun first, he did not pull the trigger immediately. Fortunately, his teammates around him responded quickly.

"Hey! Are you okay?"

Ren came over and said, "Are you tired? Just let me do it for you. You worked hard today. Relax. You did a good job."

"That's right, ma'am."

The team leader Phillip came over, reached out and patted the policewoman on the shoulder: "Can I call you that? I admit that I have changed my mind about you now. You are nothing like those 'police beauties', haha!" Don't be nervous, the battle is over now, the Port Authority has already landed, do you see that?"

"......Thanks."

After hesitating for a moment, Felicia closed her mouth and slowly walked a few steps away. The firelight reflected the eyepiece of her helmet, flickering. The policewoman looked at the escaping man, who was lying quietly on the ground without any trace of emotion. He was completely opposite to the excited, anxious, and flailing hands and feet he had a few seconds ago. After the SWAT officers stormed the dock, the man simply raised his hands and surrendered, showing great cooperation. It wasn't until his accomplices were arrested one by one that the man took the initiative to tell the special police officer next to him that he was not a gang member and that his wife had been kidnapped by the gang. Only then did he have to face the police with a gun.

The SWAT officer he spoke to clearly didn't believe him.

In other words, this is not within the scope of the special police's work. Even if the suspect has any grievances, he must be escorted back to the station and then be taken over by personnel specifically responsible for interrogation. However, the man then said sincerely that he saw his wife being arrested into the third residential building on the right and asked the police to save her.

Felicia stood nearby and listened to the entire conversation. She could see clearly that this man's temperament was completely different from those gang members. Instead, he looked very much like the white-collar elites who wore suits and made phone calls on the streets of Manhattan. The dirty clothes obviously didn't fit well. Coupled with her expression and tone, although the policewoman was not stupid enough to intervene, she was obviously suspicious.

There was something wrong with this operation tonight!

Especially after the attack started, Felicia's feeling became even more obvious. The gun-wielding gangsters opposite looked frightened, moved in panic, and seemed to shout in different languages. Some people simply huddled behind the bunker and fired randomly, while others looked as if they had never touched a gun in their lives. They didn't know how to change the magazine after emptying the bullet.

Are they really gang members?

According to what Ren said, there are many gangs in Hell's Kitchen, and bloody battles are endless every day. So how can these unprofessional guys occupy a pier?

Just as Felicia was thinking, something unexpected happened. The special police officer looked at the man who was getting more and more excited as he spoke, and decisively took off the handcuffs from his waist, intending to lock the man first. Unexpectedly, the man let out a desperate shout, bumped Felicia's teammates away with his shoulder, and then grabbed a gun from the ground while running -

The direction he ran was the residential building.

In fact, if not for the bullet, the man would have been halfway there. At that time, Felicia raised her gun and stared closely at the figure. She was convinced that the other person's posture was not escaping, but rather charging. This scene was so impactful that the policewoman was still a little stunned when she looked at the man's motionless body.

Is there really his wife in that building?

His eyes shifted to the window of the residential building, where a small orange-red light point hung. The moonlight seemed to be a little brighter at this moment, allowing Felicia to vaguely see the scene behind the glass. It was a man with a stubble on his chin, a cigarette in his mouth, and he was looking at her silently. The policewoman couldn't see it more clearly, and the small light spot disappeared in a flash.

"Put your hands up!"

"nypd! Put your hands up!"

Several shouts interrupted Felicia's thoughts, and she returned her gaze to her teammates. The SWAT officers had already pried open two containers parked at the edge of the dock. The men and women who came out of the box were the stowaways they were looking for this time, as well as the "important figures" who were said to be hidden inside. At the same time, several vans drove in from outside the temporary cordon. A group of reporters grabbed microphones and cameras and got out of the car, shouting and starting filming.

The flash lights and fill lights on the scene suddenly flashed.

It was even more dazzling than the burning small warehouse not far away.

"it is finally over."

Renn came over again: "It's really tiring today, isn't it? I said, how about we go have a drink tomorrow night?"

"What is the bureau going to do with these people?"

Felicia did not answer, but pointed at the group of stowaways: "Send them to the Immigration Bureau for repatriation?"

"Otherwise?" Renn smiled and spread his hands, then lowered his voice: "You will understand later, these people are lucky."

"What do you mean?"

"You really want to know? Why not buy me a drink?"

"Forget it, I just want to go home and sleep now." Felicia turned around and left. Seeing that Ren hadn't followed, she checked the hood on her face and quietly turned her attention to the residential building. The policewoman actually called an insurance company today, that is, Blade and Nissa. They had originally planned to explore the blood bank in Hell's Kitchen, and they happened to be able to check out the situation and help her along the way.

Of course it is no longer needed now.

Recalling the scene of her first participation in the eradication of the "Human Blood Ranch" half a month ago, Felicia felt sick in her heart. More than a dozen people were wrapped in translucent plastic films, without consciousness or freedom. They were just hanging in the air, reduced to mere blood-supplying animals. According to Nissa, many humans have even been trapped here for several years. Although the policewoman still had doubts about this, she could obtain the list of missing persons through her old friend Penny from the police academy. If she went on a few more rounds in the future, she might be able to match a certain person's name.

Deep down, Felicia didn't want to believe it.

This means that New York City, where I have lived for more than twenty years, has long had a strange side. But regarding this matter, the policewoman was actually very confused. After all, everything happened too fast. She and Nisha had only known each other for more than 30 days, and many things were not revealed to each other. What would happen in the future?

Hope they go well.

Felicia finally turned her gaze to the night sky.

......

Clang!

Under the same night sky, two women's swords collided, making a sharp and crisp sound. Nissa was holding a short sword. This weapon came from her former family collection. It was decorated with gold patterns and was extremely gorgeous. The leather coat of the vampire princess was also custom-made, very expensive, and had an anti-cut coating on the surface.

But she was in a very solemn mood at the moment.

Because the woman opposite is so weird.

After just a few fights, Nissa realized that the attacker was not inferior to her in terms of reaction, speed, and strength, and judging from the look of this woman, she was not even trying her best. And now the two sides couldn't distance themselves. Although the woman didn't make any move for the time being, Nessa suspected that as long as she reached out to press the communication button on the headset, the other party would stab her with a sword.

Speaking of swords... these two swords look weird.

"......Who are you?"

"If I want you to know, I won't be wearing a helmet. Are you ready for the second round?" Miss Watson said, throwing out a few beautiful sword flowers and then immediately attacked. Nessa swooped to the left and pulled out another short knife from the hem of her leather jacket, but Miss Watson had already rushed to her, stabbing the woman's torso up and down with two T-shaped swords. Nissa twisted to avoid the blade, kicked the attacker on the waist, and used her strength to slide away a few meters away.

A short knife flew out.

As soon as Miss Watson turned sideways, the vampire princess's second dagger followed closely, and then...

Then......

Then Nyssa pulled out her pistol.

"Don't, don't, don't shoot! I surrender!" Miss Watson raised her hands.