The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

Interrupted by the energetic girl Lucia, the "consultation" did not continue in the end, but Michela was in a good mood, especially when she saw her girlfriend's expression. As soon as Miss Butterfly Knife put on her helmet, she couldn't help but smile. The hook is up.

A few minutes later, the two rode their motorcycles back onto the road. Mrs. Peggy lived in Richmond, southwest London. Compared to the Hammerforge, the latter is a truly wealthy area, with more than half of the area being It is a green space, park and ecological reserve, and its permanent residents include even members of the British Royal Family. With the increase of trees along the road, the number of vehicles on the road has been reduced to the naked eye. The fog has become lighter in this area, and the slopes and hills are covered with green grass, bringing a tranquil natural atmosphere.

Of course, the two of them had no plans to go to the Carter Family Manor.

After arriving in London for a few days, Michela had already walked around the Richmond area. The wealthy area was a bit better, but there were a lot of arrogant rich second-generation people wandering around on the road, so the police did not dare to stop cars easily. Quite a few shops and institutions in this place serve the wealthy. Miss Butterfly Knife drove her girlfriend along and stopped in front of a shooting club called "Torrencia".

"When did you apply for the card?"

Miss Watson jumped out of the car, patted her flat chest, and felt as if her girlfriend had finally started shopping: "Dr. Heinzwafen, don't you think your interests and hobbies are too different from those of ordinary women?" Do you want it? I thought you would at least take me to the gym or something."

“How does the gym challenge you?”

Michela took off her helmet, and the slightly raised corners of her mouth had not completely calmed down: "Your girlfriend is like this, what? Do you regret it?"

"I only regret that I didn't spank you just now!" Miss Watson walked past Michela and bumped her with her butt deliberately: "Come in quickly, I'm going to change clothes. Jessica's pants are actually still good Okay, but I can’t hold up her bust...Why are you laughing? Come in quickly!"

"certainly......"

As the woman walked, she held Miss Watson's waist, her red lips close to her ears, and her soft breath tickled people's hearts: "You will be changing clothes in the women's locker room later, please express your thoughts first, my beautiful little cutie , do you feel particularly excited?"

"Ouch~ You said you don't like my face? Why didn't I see you so proactive when I turned into Jessica? Hum, Dr. Heinzwafen, I found that you still have something in common with ordinary women, mouth What I said above is completely contrary to what I think.”

"Uh-huh, is it true?" Michelle reached into her pocket and inserted her other hand into the hem of Miss Watson's blouse: "I have never been to this club, but Paige gave it to me. Member card, I believe in her level. If the locker room environment is better later, you know, I mean we can..."

"Sorry, I don't think so."

The initiative was finally obtained, how could Miss Watson not take the opportunity to retaliate? She wants to get one point back for Ms. Jessica Drew just now! However, you still need to grasp the scale of this kind of confrontational game. The most important point is to leave room for the opponent to always counterattack: "You know, I mean, we will see how you perform later, right?"

It depends on who can't help it first, huh.

The receptionist at the door checked the membership card, and soon a woman strode out and nodded respectfully to the two of them: "Welcome to Torrencia, I am the instructor Lynn, and I will handle the entire journey today. I will be responsible for your play in the club, including shooting instruction. Do you two need to change clothes first?"

"Let's go to the women's locker room first." Michela glanced at the female instructor Lynn in front of her. She was fair-skinned and beautiful with long legs. Her camouflage pants and vest didn't look like a soldier at all, but more like taking a promotional photo. model in military uniform. Especially in the chest area, this woman obviously knows how to highlight her own advantages. Combined with the average net worth of the members of the Torrencia Club... she is most likely trying to catch a rich man.

Miss Watson was also staring at the female instructor.

The other person's appearance was slightly familiar. After thinking for a while on the way, she finally recalled that this was actually the German shooting coach that Howard Sr. hired for her in 1990. At that time, I was still being pestered by Tony Stark, a playboy who didn't know the truth. As a result, the guy failed to pick up girls and left in despair. In the end, he seemed to hook up with instructor Lynn. And speaking of it, it was himself who instigated Instructor Lynn to go find Tony, the big dog owner. After all, that was what he meant!

Lynn obviously didn't recognize herself due to the hood and mask.

But it will be hard to say later.

While dealing with Michelle's restless little hands, Miss Watson put on camouflage pants and a vest, then put a cowboy hat on her head and strode out of the women's locker room.

"……what?"

When Instructor Lynn saw Miss Watson's face, she was stunned for a few seconds: "Madam, have we met somewhere? Your face... God, are you Miss Watson?" Oh my god, I can’t believe it’s been 8 years and you still look so beautiful.”

"Nice to see you again."

Miss Watson touched her cowboy hat: "Why did you come here to work? And you are dressed like this, you can't..."

"Oh, it's almost what you thought." Lynn was not too shy and admitted openly: "I have always wanted to thank you. Ever since I met Tony Stark, I have realized how rich people are. Life is so wonderful, I love that feeling so much. So later I changed my career direction. As you know, basically only rich people can come and play, and most people don’t mind a change of taste, especially some Young people, they like my type very much, it is much easier to make money than just being a personal trainer.”

I understand, after you taste Fu Ge, you won’t want to work hard anymore.

As an adult, Lynne has the right to choose her own work and lifestyle. This sister is not forced to do so anyway. Miss Watson glanced at the dressing room, and before she saw Michela, she turned the topic to playboy Tony: "So you and Tony Stark later became friends, right?"

"Oh, well, we have been in a relationship for about a month." The female instructor winked and looked around cautiously: "Sports cars, fine wine, endless exquisite meals, and shopping on the street. There are big stars wherever he goes, and every day is like a dream. You know, Mr. Stark is very generous and very good at making women happy. I feel everything is fine. To be honest, I don't understand why you would reject him ...But thank you for this incredible opportunity.”

"You know what I want to ask."

Miss Watson smiled and took a few steps closer: "You guys went to bed later, right? Let me guess, it didn't feel good?"

"Well, we..."

Lynn looked a little embarrassed, but she couldn't suppress her curiosity: "Actually, it's okay, but how did you know?"

"Ha! Madam, that guy's ex-girlfriend is a big guy, so it's not surprising that he would make such a big deal." After saying this, Miss Watson turned to Michelle who quietly appeared: "I was still thinking about you when I will come out and let me introduce you. Instructor Lynn taught me how to shoot in 1990. But we haven’t seen each other since then. Today is really magical, don’t you think?”

"You didn't tell me about her."

Michela's expression was very calm, she just put her hands in her pockets: "I'm still wondering why you came out so quickly. Did you learn your pistol skills from her?"

"Haha, of course not."

To be able to hang out in the circle of rich people, one must reach a passing standard in observing words and emotions. Lynn noticed the slight hostility of the woman in front of her. As soon as her eyes touched the long scar on the other person's cheek, she quickly looked away. The female instructor did not want to make the client angry, so she took the initiative to speak: "So, since you two have changed your clothes, let's get started? Please follow me to the shooting range."

"Let's go."

Miss Watson held her girlfriend's hand, and the two followed Lynn through several doors. There was a faint sound of gunfire in front of them.

Seeing a dense pile of guns in front of me, a familiar feeling immediately came over me. However, there were quite a lot of customers at the venue, and this group of people didn't look like soldiers at all, seriously damaging the cold and militarized atmosphere around them. Instructor Lynn handed over two large earphones. After a simple frequency adjustment, her voice came out of the earphones: "Can you all hear it?"

"of course."

After declining the guidance, Miss Watson picked up the Glock pistol and turned to give Michelle a wink. The latter pressed the switch of the shooting platform, and a half-body fixed gun target 10 meters away immediately rose. Without any pause, Miss Watson raised the muzzle of the gun at the next moment and fired all 17 bullets in the magazine.

boom! boom! boom! boom! boom--

drop--!

After the gunshots calmed down, the target reporting machine gave the result: 170 rings.

"Nice fight! A very standard move!" Instructor Lynn pressed the communication button. Perhaps because of this fate, she couldn't help but say more: "Miss Watson, you completely exceeded my expectations. I'm very happy. You're still working on your shooting skills. You know, I teach a lot of people and they forget most of them within a few months."

"Thank you, it's your turn, ma'am." Miss Watson handed the gun to her girlfriend. Michelle silently flicked the target a few times on the shooting table, set the target to moving mode, and then skillfully changed the magazine. After taking the weapon, the woman's temperament immediately changed - Lynn from behind looked carefully. She had been a soldier herself, but she had never been on the battlefield. The demeanor of the scarred woman in front of her even reminded Lynn of her shooting instructor in the military camp.

Isn't this woman a bodyguard?

Lynn was thinking secretly. Michelle had finished shooting, and the target reporting machine gave a score of 152, which shocked many people nearby. Before Lynn could speak, Miss Watson had already taken the gun, pressed the switch again, and fired a round.

drop--!

Without looking at the target reporting machine, Miss Watson touched her girlfriend and said, "Your phone vibrated just now."

"The phone vibrated?" Michela took out her phone, then frowned slightly and moved away a few steps. Instructor Lynne strode over and looked at the screen with wide eyes. After a while, she turned her head to Miss Watson: "170 rings full score? How did you do it? Although the 10-meter moving target is less difficult, but... ..I’m sorry, Miss Watson, please forgive my rudeness.”

"Practice more, that's what you said back then."

Miss Watson shrugged her shoulders, ignoring the looks of the customers around her, and planned to get a long gun. At this time, Michela came over and pointed at her ear. Miss Watson took off her earphones and heard her girlfriend whisper: "There is news from the Wolf Mother."