The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

In the afternoon, the Carter family manor seemed very peaceful. The elderly hostess and old housekeeper would always take a nap at this time, and even the servants would adjust their biological clocks. At this time, often only the guards are still on duty. If the scope is narrowed to the house, there really won't be a single living creature walking around.

But today is an exception.

Boo!

Michela was alone on the balcony enjoying the breeze, opened a bottle of fruit wine, and drank half of it to replenish the moisture she had just lost. The temperature was a little cold at the moment, and the woman only wore a pair of underwear and walked out with her coat on. In the room behind her, Miss Watson was adjusting her pantyhose while moving to the balcony, patting her hands left and right until she confirmed that the maid's skirt was hanging down normally.

Then they were lifted.

"Hey!" The maid in white stockings twisted her buttocks and grabbed her girlfriend's mischievous hand: "Be careful of your actions! Doctor Heinzwafen, did you let me wear stockings just to tear them? You have already torn my stockings today. A pair of stockings, plus a pair of underwear! When I go to bed tonight and tell Peggy that I don’t have enough underwear, she will definitely laugh at me with that look in her eyes again!”

"Who made your reaction so cute? How can I bear it... Come here!" Michelle entered the female gangster mode and pulled Miss Watson into her arms, causing the other party to look disgusted: " Don’t—I just changed into clean clothes, and you’re hugging me even though you’re sweating! And you’re still squeezing me...”

"I love your stubborn little mouth so much."

After kissing for a long time, Michela let go of the white stocking maid, looking at the other party's slightly awkward posture, she couldn't help but reveal a mischievous smile on her face. Miss Watson was really a little annoyed and stared at those beautiful eyes: "Just be happy, Dr. Heinzwafen. No matter how much you beg for mercy tonight, I won't let you go."

"Oh~ my bad."

In the woman's obviously sincere apology, Miss Watson opened the door and went to the living room. At this point, the old lady also got up and was enjoying afternoon tea alone. Seeing Miss Watson appear, Paige smiled and waved to her: "Come here, pretty boy, do you want some cookies? I heard that you and Michelle went riding a motorcycle today? How did you enjoy it?"

"We may have encountered a vampire."

While eating biscuits, Miss Watson finished telling the story of their encounter at the Torrencia Shooting Club. Old Mrs. Peggy tilted her head, her expression a little confused: "So Torrencia has changed its owner? It's been too long. Back in England, I thought Sir Langtry was still... Oh, look, it's easy to forget things when you get older, so I'm sorry I couldn't let you enjoy yourself to the fullest."

"I don't mean to blame you, the membership card can still be used anyway." Miss Watson filled herself with milk, the milky white color rippling in the cup, just as perfect as her two long white silk legs: " I just had a feeling that those people had bad intentions towards Michela and me. This is also my problem. I usually wear a mask when I go out, but life has been really relaxed recently, so I just hung up my scarf at first... ....”

"What are you going to do about it?"

The old lady seemed to be asking an ordinary question: "My family had some friendship with Sir Lantry in the past. From a courtesy point of view, I should also say hello. You may not know how much that old guy loves guns. I Guess something happened to him, otherwise it would be impossible to give Torrencia to others."

"To be honest, if it's really a vampire, they're probably going to cause trouble."

"For people like us, intuition is often trustworthy. And if someone notices your face before you put on the mask, then you are at risk of exposure." When saying this, Paige A cold look appeared on Carter's face, and the experienced female agent seemed to be back: "The risk must be eliminated, Watson, not to mention they are vampires."

"I understand, but in fact, some vampires are willing to live in friendship with humans."

"Maybe, but I have fought vampires for at least 30 years, and I have never seen this type."

"Okay, I need some silver weapons." Miss Watson licked the milk from the corner of her lips: "Since the last reaper incident, I haven't had much contact with vampires."

"Of course, I will arrange it."

A few minutes later, in front of the old lady, Miss Watson took out the business card given by Manager Bostian and dialed the number on a new mobile phone. Following a brief beep, a magnetic man's voice came from the speaker: "Hello."

"Good afternoon, sir. Today you asked Mr. Bostian to convey the invitation to me, which makes me feel a little panicked. I'm sorry that I don't know what to call you. Could you please introduce yourself?"

"Oh! Madam! It's you!"

The man obviously raised his voice: "Thank God, I didn't expect you to really call me. I should say sorry to you. Please forgive me for being abrupt... By the way, I am Clavier. Langtry, from the Langtry family in Islington, I took over the club from my father. I am incredibly lucky to see you today and please allow me to apologize to you again, beautiful lady."

Glancing at the old lady who was quietly sipping her tea, Miss Watson said into the phone: "I usually don't like to be disturbed, but...well, Mr. Claywell, tell me, are you representing Lanzhou?" The Terry family, or just yourself?”

"It's up to you, ma'am."

"Well, you impressed me."

"Awesome!" Claywell sounded impatient: "I'm waiting for you at any time!"

When Miss Watson hung up the phone, Mrs. Peggy laughed out loud: "Well, it sounds like this little guy just wants to have a deeper relationship with you. The last time I saw the children of the Langtry family was in their teens. Years ago, I didn’t expect Claywell to have grown so big.”

"Maybe he has become a vampire. I can imagine the plot. The son becomes a vampire, and then he will be 'filial' to his biological father." Faced with Peggy's teasing, Miss Watson only felt upset. If not Because she wanted to figure out the possibility of revealing her identity, she didn't bother to waste time with this Clavier: "It's all my fault that I wanted to reminisce with Lynn at that time. If I had known this, I would have continued to cover my face."

"Everyone makes mistakes. The important thing is how to make up for it and learn lessons. Of course, who made you look so good-looking?" The old lady sat over and held the hand of the white silk maid: "I will help you investigate that maid. Instructor Lynne, although she had some friendship with you before, it has been 8 years, and time changes people. Watson, believe me, I understand this very well."

"...I just hope she isn't."

Miss Watson took a dull sip of milk: "I don't call this negligence, I call it stupidity. If I could go back to this morning, I would slap myself."

"Okay, okay, pretty boy."

The old lady smiled and rubbed her hair: "Stop blaming yourself. A few vampires are not a big problem. I'll make a few calls first. Don't worry about trouble. Vampires are also a headache for the British government. I'll give it to you." They helped, and those old guys are eager to repay my favor before they die."

Six hours later, Miss Watson saw what Paige said was "not a big problem."

As night fell, a van took her directly to the Torrencia Shooting Club. When she got off the bus, there were more than a dozen heavily armed soldiers in black squatting in front of her, each wearing a gas mask. Those who knew knew that they were going to encircle and suppress vampires, but those who didn't knew thought it was the Special Air Service Group dispatched...Wait a minute, could these guys really be from the SAS?

"Are you sure you picked up the right person? We don't want a noble lady to go to the front." As soon as Miss Watson got out of the car, more than a dozen eyes focused on him, and a nearby soldier pulled the driver out of the car. After repeatedly confirming with the driver, the soldier came over again: "Hey, madam, are you sure you're not in the wrong place? Do you know what this is going to do?"

"Are you the captain?"

"Just take it as me. I don't know if you've seen the action plan, but I have to remind you that if the situation worsens, you may face at least 17 armed vampires." The soldier's The attire is the same as anyone else's except for a few logos on the armbands and back. Except for him, there were almost no markings on anyone else, which also represented the secretive nature of this operation.

"Thank you for reminding me, I'm fine."

Miss Watson took a box from the car and took out two Browning high-power pistols. Although these pistols had been launched in 2, until the early 1935st century, they were still used by many countries, including Britain. Used by troops. For this operation, the only difference is the bullet. The warhead is coated with a layer of silver. It is simple, crude and effective.

Miss Watson came alone tonight. She fulfilled her promise. When she left the manor, Dr. Heinzwafen had completely fallen into a state of exhaustion and paralysis. He probably would not be able to wake up before tomorrow morning; and the woman's voice was also very bad. If you are injured, you will probably need to take some medicine later.

"Okay, we'll take action in 20 minutes." The soldier had obviously received the instructions. He didn't ask any more questions. He took one last look at Miss Watson's outfit, shook his head and returned to his teammates.

Don't blame them for being surprised, Miss Watson's appearance today is really exaggerated.

This was her first time wearing this outfit.

Miss Butterfly Knife always maintains a high level of enthusiasm for dressing up her boyfriend. The role-playing game between the two of them has long been beyond the scope of maid matching lady, patient matching doctor. Tonight, Miss Watson chose a Victorian steam-style punk dress, with a dark red leather waistband tightly wrapped around the chest and abdomen, coupled with blond curly hair and a retro hat, as exquisite as a doll.

Of course the lower body is still in a short skirt.

Michela's preference aside, this option offers easy mobility both in and out of bed. For Miss Watson, it is also necessary to properly expose some body parts. She has stuffed two hardened silver daggers into her thighs, which can be taken out immediately if necessary. Finally, there is the ball mask used to cover the face - although the style and color are very simple, when worn on Miss Watson's face, the effect obviously beats 2% of Taobao models.

"Well, Mr. Claywell..."

The bullet was loaded with a click, and Miss Watson walked slowly towards the street. In the gaze of the soldiers, the moonlight swayed out a slender figure.