The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

"What did she say?"

"The date is set, but it's still far away."

"Then don't worry about it now. I'll play with you today." She put a mask on her face and picked up a G3 automatic rifle. Instructor Lynn followed closely and helped to sort out the corresponding ammunition. She finally understood that just now, these two female customers did not need any guidance at all today, and they could just act as assistants by themselves. But even so, the female instructor still feels like she is being compared. After so many years in the industry, there are very few women of the same age who are better than her in terms of figure, appearance, marksmanship and professional skills. This is why she can be popular in the circle of rich people. important capital.

Except Miss Watson.

Her face is so beautiful that I can recognize her instantly even after 8 years.

Just no breasts.

Glancing at Miss Watson's flat chest, Lynn finally regained some confidence. In fact, in a comprehensive comparison, the scarred woman who looks like a bodyguard is comparable to me, and the appearance and style of the other person are very different from normal people. The cold expression and the scar at the corner of her mouth make her instantly recognizable to a certain extent. Miss Sen, Lynn even suspected that the former had killed someone.

Otherwise, why would there be such scars?

boom! boom! boom! boom! boom--

The unique sound of the G3 automatic rifle echoed in the indoor shooting range. Everyone around stopped and focused their eyes on Miss Watson. Although he was wearing a mask, his beautiful eyes could not be covered, but instead made the face under the mask even more fascinating. And the gun was held in his hand and fired steadily. For a young girl, this scene was almost impossible to happen.

Miss Watson aimed at the half-length gun target 50 meters away, fired all the remaining dozen bullets, and then heard the target reporting machine's full score prompt.

"I guess it's easy today. Damn it, you're so lucky." A colleague came next to instructor Lynn and winked at her enviously. Almost all shooting range instructors like this kind of customers, because they don’t need to teach them any safety matters, and they don’t have to worry about any irregularities. All they have to do is praise them.

"I've always been very lucky."

Lynn blinked and walked over with a plate of magazines: "Miss Watson, is there any weapon in particular that you want to try? If you don't want to spend time looking for it on the gun racks in the back, you can just tell me the name. I will coordinate it for you right away.”

"I want a Kar98k, and..."

After thinking for a while, Miss Watson said, "Forget it, do you have a pen and paper? I can write you a list so that you don't forget."

"Of course, thank you for your consideration."

The female instructor took out a paper writing board from under the shooting stand and quickly left with a list. Miss Watson weighed the gun in her hand towards Michelle, but saw the other party roll her eyes: "The first thing I learned as teammates with you is that there is no point in shooting with you. So you might as well Tell me about shooting, I'm pretty sure you're more experienced than me in this area."

"Of course." Miss Watson put the G3 automatic rifle with the magazine into Michelle's hand, then pressed her body tightly against her girlfriend's back, holding her arms in a decent manner with both hands: "Then let me teach you this. Come on, hold your hands steady."

"uh-huh."

Michelle leaned back in Miss Watson's arms: "You can get closer, Instructor Watson, but there are a lot of people here. Let's move to a remote place later."

"I think you just want to take the opportunity to do something bad and focus on training, Miss Butterfly Knife. If you don't practice your marksmanship for too long, you will become rusty." Hearing Miss Watson's words, Michelle sneered, and she could no longer suppress her lips. Go on: "I really admire your brain. How did you come up with the nickname 'Miss Butterfly Knife'? And don't you want me to go to the battlefield again?"

"That's what I'm saying..."

boom--!

The two of them had flirtatious lips and their hands didn't stop moving.

Missed the target.

"Can you be serious?"

"Uh-huh." Michela fired again and hit 7 rings. This result is already very good for shooting at a half-length gun target 50 meters away, but Miss Watson could feel that her girlfriend was deliberately causing trouble, so she let go of her left hand and shot it down. The woman hummed softly, and the weight she leaned against suddenly increased a bit. Listening to the woman's accelerated heartbeat, Miss Watson was glad that the two of them did not choose a remote place, otherwise Dr. Heinzwafen would probably have to turn around. Cuddled up.

After struggling with three magazines, the female coach Lynn returned to her side with the cart: "Sorry for the long wait, Miss Watson, this is the weapon you want."

finally reached.

At Michela's request, Lynn took the two of them to a remote location. Fortunately, the others did not follow them unconsciously. However, Miss Watson began to feel like she was being watched maliciously. This was due to the spider sense at work, which meant that the owner of the gaze had ill intentions toward her. She looked around while picking weapons, but didn't find anyone watching here. Only the surveillance probe on the ceiling was working faithfully.

This indoor shooting range is very spacious. It can be seen that a lot of money has been spent on decoration, and the lighting conditions are very good. If a plastic track is laid on the ground, it can even be used as an indoor sports ground. There were not too many customers in the venue today, but at this location, no one would come close.

Instructor Lynne has also been sent to the lounge.

This was of course Miss Butterfly Knife's idea.

boom! boom! boom!

Michela used her most comfortable AR carbine, and her performance improved significantly. Miss Watson was holding a PSG-1 semi-automatic sniper rifle. This thing was famous in the previous life. Although it was redesigned based on the G3 automatic rifle, it became one of the most accurate semi-automatic sniper rifles in the world in the 70s. .

It's a pity that PSG-1 has no more obvious advantages. It is expensive, too heavy, not resistant to impact, easy to get stuck when sand and water enter, requires high maintenance frequency, and the shell ejection force is too strong, and it will even throw the shell 10 times. meters away, it is easy to reveal the shooter's position. This weapon is not very practical in a field environment, so it is difficult to break into the military market and is often only purchased by police forces. HK Company quickly launched targeted improvements and launched its military version, MSG-1990, in 90.

It was the one Miss Watson bought when she returned to Albania.

"Are you going to try it?"

"Row."

After looking at the scope for a few times, Michela couldn't help but frown: "Why is the crosshair scale of this gun's scope so simple?"

"Original factory in Germany." Miss Watson spread her hands: "Maybe the news is not true, but it is said that the scope of this gun did not provide after-sales service in North America in the early days. No wonder it sold so poorly."

"But it's really...comfortable to hold." Michela said, lightly pressing the trigger with her index finger, and the target reporting machine immediately called out the score of 8 rings. Miss Butterfly Knife fired the remaining 9 bullets, shook her head and stood up: "Okay, maybe I should take back my comment, this thing is too heavy."

Miss Watson looked at her.

"......how?"

"You asked to move to a corner and pushed the instructor away. Didn't you just want to have some excitement?"

"I'm a doctor, and doctors like peace and quiet."

"Okay." Miss Watson pouted and blew the hair on her lips, supported the shooting stand with her elbows, and picked up the PSG-1 sniper rifle. A camouflage jacket turned into a floating cloak was tied around her waist. She bent her waist just enough to let the hem of the clothes hang down naturally, completely covering her thighs. Michela saw that the other party had begun to take aim, and a smirk appeared on the corner of her mouth again. She slowly moved forward and slipped her left hand through the gap in the levitating cloak.

Miss Watson's thighs trembled and she bit her lower lip.

"Hi! Two ladies!"

At this moment, a voice intervened: "Please forgive my intrusion. This is Bostian Gray, the manager of Torrencia. Please allow me to welcome the two ladies again on behalf of the club. To express my apology, I’ll waive all of your fees for today.”

Michelle straightened up and saw several men in suits striding towards this corner, the sullenness in her eyes flashed away. Miss Watson could see that her girlfriend didn't want to talk, so she took a step forward: "Thank you for your kindness, Manager Bostian, but we are very happy here, and I don't know what we did to make you come here in person. So , I guess you still have something to say, right?"

"You are so clever, ma'am."

Manager Bostian was polite and handsome, but his skin was a little pale: "Your performance just now was very exciting. It happened that my boss also saw it. He has always liked masters, and he hopes that you can I’ll communicate with you in person. If you don’t mind, can you two follow me to the office area?”

Glancing at Lynn who noticed the movement, the female instructor's expression showed that Bostian's identity was true, but Miss Watson still found something wrong——

The man had no heartbeat.

Bloodlines?

Well, it's not surprising that there are vampires in England...it would be damning if there weren't. Miss Watson stepped forward to shake hands with Bostian. As expected, the temperature was freezing: "Sorry, Manager Bostian, we don't want to be disturbed today. I'm afraid I can only refuse your boss's invitation. In terms of expenses, We will pay as usual, I don’t like unwarranted kindness, I hope you can understand.”

"Then, please allow me to apologize again for disturbing your interest. I hope you will accept this small gift. If you change your mind, my boss will be waiting for you at any time." The man bowed to apologize, and then ordered the attendant behind him to bring the plate. , there was a business card lying alone inside.

Miss Watson took it over and glanced at it as a courtesy, then stuffed the card into her pocket. After apologizing, Bostian simply left with his men, while instructor Lynn quickly ran over: "God, Miss Watson, you actually got an invitation from the boss!"

"I'm just here to shoot."

Rolling her eyes, Miss Watson didn't even plan to ask the so-called boss. After all, Lynn was a club employee, so who knows if she was colluding with the other party. After thinking about the malicious gaze she had just felt, she decided to leave here as soon as possible. An ordinary person like Michela could not withstand bullets. After catching a glimpse of Miss Watson's eyes, Michela didn't say much. The two declined Lynn's following, changed their clothes and returned to the parking lot.

The feeling of being maliciously watched is still there.

It can only be said that the ability of spider sense is really amazing. In Spider-Man's personal comics, the peak spider sense can even make Peter Parker aware of various upcoming disasters. Even enemies have plotted against him, and even As long as there is malicious intent, even if the two parties are thousands of miles apart, they can still be vaguely captured by the spider sense.

Not even the prophets of fate are so outrageous.

But because of this, Spider-Man is often tortured by this overly sensitive alarm and can't even sleep well. Miss Watson can only be thankful that her spider sense is still within the normal range. If one day it evolves into the ultimate version, she will definitely have to think about how to temporarily block it.

"No problem, you can go."

Michela had already checked the motorcycle, started it successfully, and drove Miss Watson to speed onto the highway. Behind the heavy filter glass on the top floor of the club, a pair of eyes narrowed slightly as they watched the two people leave.