The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

Miss Butterfly Knife was a little nervous when she walked out.

Probably because I haven't worn a skirt in a long time.

Who told you to tear off one of my stockings?

Seeing her girlfriend's slightly awkward posture, Miss Watson was filled with the pleasure of successful revenge. This woman always ignored her emotions. For example, during the rehearsal last night, within a minute of dancing, she was pushed directly onto the bed by the other party. Although every contest would end in Miss Butterfly Knife's disastrous defeat, the pair of broken stockings would never come back. Miss Watson also had a rare desire for revenge and forcefully asked her girlfriend to wear a short skirt tonight.

In fact, Michelle looks good in a skirt. Year-round exercise has allowed her to maintain a very ideal body fat rate. Her muscle lines are strong yet beautiful. Her overall appearance is much better than those muscular women in the gym. After reuniting with herself, Miss Butterfly Knife's mentality improved all the way, and her figure also plumped up. Especially wearing a set of black stockings not only covers the scars, but also makes the curves of the legs more beautiful. Here again, I have to thank Wolf Mother, who always has the ability to get high-paying tasks, and the life of the team members is not that difficult.

Of course, every member of the Wolves team belongs to the top level.

But a very small number like Ms. Butterfly Knife and Ms. Kyoko are talented players.

Why don't you wait until you infiltrate Hydra and hire a wolf mother to do the work? Anyway, that mental illness with four eyes must be put to good use. Miss Watson held her fork in one hand and her chin in the other, her thoughts drifting to other places. The chef brought a large plate of fish, but the two women present had no intention of eating. At this time, the topic had advanced to the later part of the story.

"...So you met in Raccoon City?"

"Well, we accepted Umbrella's employment at that time. We thought it was a big deal, but we fell into a big trap." Michela subconsciously wanted to step on the ammunition box, but then she remembered the short skirt she was wearing today and had to... Honesty clamped his legs: "They don't plan to pay, and they are even planning to destroy the entire Raccoon City. If Watson doesn't show up, I'm afraid it will be difficult for a few of us to leave."

"It was a tragedy."

Old Mrs. Peggy sighed: "The military worked hard for several months, but the number of survivors rescued was very small, and Raccoon City was eventually razed. If a large amount of information hadn't been leaked to the Internet, I'm afraid the federal government would still have We will find ways to block the news. Although Umbrella is finished now, this is just a tentacle of Hydra."

"Ah."

Due to prior instructions, Michela did not express any further opinions on the word 'Hydra'. Immediately afterwards, the old lady turned her target to Miss Watson: "So after you wake up and run around the world, you are going to fight? The mercenary industry is not easy to get into, but with your level, there is really nothing to worry about. .”

"That's right, but I'm ready to change careers."

Miss Watson licked her fork: "Develop a peaceful cause, and...are you really not going to eat it?"

She pointed to the fish and chips on the coffee table.

This classic British street snack is just like the pancakes from East China. It is unlikely to be served on the table in formal occasions, but it can be served if you insist on it. In addition, the pan-fried fish fillet on the main plate tasted really good. After chatting for so long, Michela finally felt a little hungry from the smell: "Give me a piece."

Pricking one with a new fork, Miss Watson raised her hand and sent it over: "No."

Michela opened her mouth and bit off the fries without catching it with her hands.

"You guys have such a good relationship."

Old Mrs. Peggy smiled.

"Of course, after all we have gone through so much." Miss Butterfly Knife reached out to squeeze the tea cup: "By the way, Watson and his other girlfriend also have a very good relationship."

Miss Watson coughed: "Um, wait a minute, honey, I shouldn't have..."

"Oh, Watson did tell me." Paige didn't even intend to listen to the end. Instead, she held one of Michelle's hands: "Sometimes it's troublesome for a boyfriend to be too popular, isn't it? I completely understand. How you feel, dear. I have had a similar experience. When Steve became famous within the Allied Forces, I had to deal with admirers. One time I caught him kissing Secretary Lorraine. It was really frustrating. I can't stand it."

"and then?"

"I emptied a pistol magazine into Steve."

"...Well played." Michela glanced at Miss Watson, the meaning in her eyes was obvious: "I really don't have much experience in relationships, so I'm not very good at dealing with this kind of thing. . Watson told me that you used to be an agent. You should have been specially trained on how to deal with men, right? Can you tell me about it? "

"I'd say you did ask the right person, honey."

......

Dagenham, East London, early morning.

Chi——!

The lid of the sealed culture chamber slowly closed. Watson took one last look at his sleeping girlfriend, then turned and walked towards the exit of the safe house. There were many pieces of clothing scattered on the ground, as if describing how intense the battle was a few hours ago. After putting on his clothes, Watson pushed open the basement manhole cover, turned his head and pointed at the floating cloak: "Take good care of your home."

The latter responded with a gesture of spreading his hands.

After setting up the manhole cover camouflage net, Watson drove a purchased Volkswagen Beetle onto the road. Dagenham was still a rural area in the early 20th century. Even if the time was pushed back to the late 90s, apart from the industrial area, there were not many tall buildings here. They were basically private houses, convenience stores, shopping malls and bars. Full of rich British country flavor.

But there are a lot of cars here.

Compared to New York, it was much easier to buy a car in Dagenham. For the sake of the extra money, the owner of the car dealership didn't even bother to check the ID and threw the car keys over with a wave of his hand. This second-hand Volkswagen Beetle has been well maintained, and the yellow paint is very pleasing. The only pity is that it cannot transform into a bumblebee.

Watson has many things to do today, the most important of which is to get a British identity for Spider-Woman - this is not a temporary thing to fool the police, but a legal document that allows him to apply for street performance qualifications. In fact, in terms of her place of birth, Spider-Woman Jessica Drew herself is an out-and-out British girl. However, she has been abroad for many years and has been brainwashed by Hydra for a long time. She basically cannot remember her childhood experiences. This Your legal identity may not be able to be used normally.

The best way is to re-register, but then you have to explain how you got into London.

So after much deliberation, I still had to find a service provider related to the mercenary industry. Although these guys are usually only responsible for making some fake documents to fool the police, they are also divided into three, six and nine levels. Reputable certificate service providers usually have certain connections with government departments, so it is not impossible to take risks to naturalize. Therefore, it is relatively simple for Watson: you just pay to use their channels.

As the sun gradually approached the top of the head, the Beetle finally drove into downtown London. Watson locked the car, went down the iron stairs, pushed open a dilapidated fence door, and turned into a dark corridor.

Bang-dang——!

There was a rumble from deep in the darkness.

The long history of the London Underground system for more than a century has created a large and complex underground network, including many abandoned sections and stations, which have become a natural refuge for homeless people, gangs and other marginalized people in society. Watson only walked for a short distance, and he fully realized what it was like to have turbid air, worn floor tiles, and a humid environment. Not to mention compared with the spacious and bright Dongguo Subway Station in his previous life, it was quite inadequate compared with the New York subway.

There will be homeless people almost every seven or eight meters on the road. When they see a thin figure intruding, many coveted eyes immediately come to look for him. Watson looked around, tightened his waterproof chest bag, and raised his feet to step over a deliberately stretched out hand on the ground. In front of it is an iron barrel bonfire. The light and shadow cast silhouettes of nearby human bodies. They sway constantly as the flames tremble, looking as ferocious as the figure of a demon.

Noticing the homeless people gathered on both sides, Watson drew out his swinging stick and directly broke the arms of several guys. The crowd immediately dispersed. After walking for a while, a man sitting in front of a wooden table appeared at the end.

Watson leaned over and threw two bills to the other person.

The man looked up at him in surprise, but still took out the ticket from the iron box. The companion behind him opened another door and motioned for Watson to go in. As soon as the door was opened, the rumble of the wheels rubbing against the rails was amplified several times, and the sound waves rushed through the entire underground corridor. But these guys in front of me seemed to be used to it, and they didn't even frown.

Standing on the platform, Watson took out his mobile phone.

Sure enough, there was no signal.

Internet jokes realize that they belong to yes.

Twenty minutes later, the next subway rumbled into the platform. As soon as he stepped into the carriage, the train immediately started moving again. It was obvious that the driver couldn't wait to get off work. There was no one around in the entire carriage, and the lights were a little out of touch, just like a plot in a horror movie. Watson felt very comfortable, but he didn't intend to sit down because many seats were filled with unknown liquid.

In a few more stops it will be the end.

Compared to Le Havre, London's arms black market is much more hidden. It is located between two abandoned subway stations, and only a few train lines at fixed times stop here every day. Guards disguised as homeless people and gang members on the platform are responsible for checking. If you don't have a "ticket" in your hand, you will be in trouble. Of course, there will definitely be some quick hidden routes in places like this, but basically only managers and big customers will know about them.

“…Thank you for traveling on the Southwest Line.”

As soon as we arrived at the terminal, the carriage announcements were being made, all the lights were turned off, and the train moved forward again. Watson counted more than ten times on his watch, and subtle lights began to appear in the darkness. When the train finally stopped, an abandoned platform filled with bonfires, gravel, and rusty pipes appeared outside the window.

He looked around and saw that he seemed to be the only passenger on this train.

"Hey kid, did you sleep over?"

A bald old man came over.

"Thank you for your concern."

Watson waved his hand and took out the ticket from his pocket: "Where can I buy mobile phones?"

"...After entering, turn left and walk to the end." The bald man frowned and suddenly sighed: "You are so young, you shouldn't be in this business. Why don't you find some serious work?"