The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

"Is this considered a rejection?" Kalena looked at Watson.

"......Yes."

"Are you serious?" she asked again. Watson looked away and leaned back: "To be honest, I'm starting to regret it now. Don't look like that, I'm serious!"

"Hahaha! Why are you so cute!"

Before she finished speaking, the wolf mother laughed loudly and reached out to ruffle Watson's hair. There was a slight distance between the two, and the woman directly leaned her entire upper body over, and the smell of women's cigarettes mixed with alcohol lightly hit her face: "I really envy Bertha, maybe because her life is too difficult, God So I sent an angel like you to save her..."

"Speak nicely and don't rub my hair."

Watching the opponent's chest getting closer and closer, Watson could no longer maintain his dead eyes.

Why don't you find an excuse to slip away?

Damn it, I shouldn't have sat down and drank with her!

"Next month, I will choose a time to call Ghost, Victor and Beltway over, and we will have a meal together. At that time, I will announce the official disbandment of the team." The wolf mother finally sat back, and the smile at the corner of her mouth faded a lot: " I founded the Wolfpack, and after all these years, I feel like I've fulfilled my responsibility as captain, and more importantly... we're so lucky, especially to have you. Watson, your support means a lot to me. It means a lot, even though our previous relationship wasn't particularly close, it was technically better than those three guys."

"Hmm, thanks for the compliment."

Watson smiled cooperatively, amusing the French wife again: "Where did you learn French? This accent doesn't sound like a resident of a big city."

"You may not believe it, but it's in Africa."

"Africa? There are indeed many places where French is still spoken, but the accent is basically not standard." Mother Wolf put down the bottle and looked at Watson quietly for a while: "Okay, beautiful boy... .Since we may not see each other again for a long time, I hope you will not think of me as captain tonight."

"Then what do I take you for?"

"Treat yourself like an ordinary woman."

She slowly moved her face closer: "Do you still remember that night in Garamba National Park? The way you looked at me secretly...Don't deny it, I'm not just talking about the hotel room, but also When eating, or even when we get along. I am a woman, a French woman, and I know my appearance. I am always noticed by men, and I can understand men’s eyes, including yours."

After a pause, the woman spoke again: "I dare say your fantasy is also very... hot, isn't it?"

fiery.

This is the temperature that comes out of red lips.

The Kalena in front of her no longer looked as calm and capable as before, revealing the charm of a mature woman. Even the smell of smoke seemed to be turning into poison at this time, trying to invade every inch of Watson's skin. Watson held the wine bottle, took a few deep breaths, and then poured a sip into his mouth: "Your observation skills are indeed very good. I'll buy a pair of glasses next time."

"You like to maintain this attitude, don't you? Let yourself look harmless so that you won't arouse others' vigilance." Mother Wolf smiled and picked up the lady's cigarette again: "Now Si Yan must be asleep again Now, it’s just you and me here. Watson, seriously, can you be more honest with me...at least now, at least tonight, with this lonely woman like me?"

Watson was silent, and his dead fish eyes returned to normal little by little. He no longer deliberately avoided the woman's gaze, and his face looked a little dazed in the shadow of the light. This basement was already relatively old, and after removing the weapons and most of the equipment, it looked more like a semi-abandoned gang den.

Kalena looked at Watson.

No one spoke.

For senior mercenaries, cultivating observation skills is always a necessary means to survive. If they cannot quickly judge threats, they often cannot survive on the battlefield. Years of military career have already made this awareness deep into her instincts, and Kalena immediately noticed the change - the beautiful boy in front of her finally revealed a completely different side. Holding the wine bottle in his hand no longer gives people the feeling of a little boy drinking a drink; while those light purple eyes are still as charming as gems, but the two serious gazes full of scrutiny have turned them into extremely sharp. sharp.

Strange, and dangerous.

It even made the skin on the woman's neck tingle slightly.

"You finally look like a man now." The French wife pondered for a moment and leaned back for the first time tonight: "Even superhumans must have some emotions and logic that are basically in line with human beings. We get along with each other. There really isn’t much time. Let me guess, is this your normal state of being alone?”

"No, this is me inside the Deathstroke armor." Watson turned his gaze to the wine bottle, even his voice was a little low: "If my face is not covered, I generally won't show this state."

"I understand."

Kalena took out another cigarette: "Your beautiful face is enough to attract people's attention, but...it won't be like this when you and Bertha are together, right?"

"By the way, don't you think your smoking is a bit harsh?"

"Are you trying to persuade me as a friend?"

"That's it."

"Then I refuse." With a click, the woman lit the lighter.

"Bertha and I...we have our own problems." Watson hesitated. The last time we talked about this topic, the person we chatted with was Mrs. Carter, and the final result was not ideal at all. In comparison, a wolf mother raising a daughter may be able to understand it better. On the other hand, she does subconsciously want to seek advice. After sorting out the words in his mind twice, Watson decided to give the Wolf Mother a little more trust: "I'm not the kind of good man you think. My relationship with Bertha also involves another woman."

Sorry Lisa, you can’t be counted as a human being.

"Another woman?"

Seeing the strange light in the wolf mother's eyes, Watson knew that the other party was interested: "Strictly speaking, it's my fault, and I don't make any excuses for myself. I'm not the kind of good man you think. I can't help it. Determined to break off, Bertha was nervous at first, but she and the woman have already met twice, so the situation is more complicated now... I also have a headache."

"I know that it's normal for you to be pestered because you are so good-looking." Kalena exhaled a puff of smoke and laughed again: "But I don't understand, can Bertha actually tolerate this kind of thing? In my opinion, Knowing her, she should have gutted that woman.”

"That woman is a metahuman."

Watson shook his head: "You have seen my combat performance. To be honest, most superhumans are better than ordinary people in this aspect. Bertha once tried, but then failed. Of course, she would never admit it. This. There is something I once said to Bertha, and I will say it to you again now. This world has another side that subverts your common sense. It is very dangerous, and the biological and chemical weapons in Raccoon City are not even considered a top threat. "

"Karena."

Without waiting for the woman to reply, Watson leaned forward and called her name for the first time: "I don't deny my desire for you, but you are different from Bertha. You have a daughter to raise. To give her a happy and stable growth environment, you are not without options. You have enough money to accomplish this goal, and I believe it is not difficult for you to switch to a service provider. So you should not intervene in my world. , this is not fair to you or Elisa, do you understand?”

Seeing the French wife fall into silence, Watson added: "As you said before, this is already a very good ending."

Kalena still said nothing.

He just slowly picked up the cigarette filter.

Almost a minute passed before the woman put down her cigarette: "After I retired, I tried to start a family, so I gave birth to Elisa. Life was really good in the beginning, but I soon felt bored. , this was not entirely because of my alcoholic and abusive husband, but also because I gradually realized that I was not suitable to play the role of a mother for a long time. The habits developed in the military, I mean, those fighting instincts are always It affects me every moment.”

"I have done a lot of things for this country, far beyond just shooting and killing people." Kalena's eyes gradually turned dark: "War will change a person, and there is almost no way to reverse this change for me. After leaving the army , my dependence on cigarettes and alcohol became even more serious. But for the sake of my daughter, I had to suppress myself and face the joyless city life. Until later, my husband became more and more excessive, and one night he treated Elisa. ....."

"You killed him."

Watson uses declarative sentences.

"...Thanks to my old comrades, otherwise I should have gone to jail." Kalena smiled and opened another bottle of wine: "Don't really think of me as an ordinary woman, pretty boy. Well, I'm not completely honest with you. Disbanding the Wolf Pack Team doesn't mean that I will leave the battlefield completely. As a service provider, I can still choose to find some less intense combat missions as long as I want."

"So you...actually don't plan to spend time with your daughter for a long time?"

"At least I won't accompany you every day, otherwise I will go crazy." After saying that, the wolf mother suddenly winked at Watson: "Also, don't think that I have no idea about you super humans."

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Late night on April 4th, Dagenham, East London.

The pickup truck, with its lights turned off, moved forward in the darkness, passed the factory gate, and soon entered a residential area. Watson glanced sideways at the sleeping Michela, and couldn't help but return to the conversation with the wolf mother at the wine table. The outcome of that conversation was not ideal for both parties. Kalena failed to get Watson to take the bait, and Watson failed to make the French wife back down. However, after sobering up, the wolf mother also returned to her original state, and Michelle did not notice any clues.

As for the four eyes...

It can only be said that Kalena really knows how to make her collapse.

Bang~ bang! Bang~ bang——!

Heavy drumbeats came from the street bars, and even though it was already early in the morning, the place was still very lively. Dagenham has been an industrial town for nearly a century. It is a typical workers' settlement and has naturally spawned rock bands. It's a pity that Watson didn't stay here long before and didn't have much chance to experience it, but now he has free time.

"......Here we are?"

Miss Butterfly Knife let out a lazy murmur, and she also heard the music.

“The residents here love music.”

"What? Do you want to form a band?"

"No, that's not urgent." Watson turned the wheel and said, "I want to get a maid outfit first."