The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

This operation did not involve just a dozen people.

More teams are lurking around, waiting for the countdown to end before they take action. All Miss Watson has to do is meet the vampires as planned. But this operation is not entirely an encirclement and suppression, but also to find other bases hidden in London by the vampires. This also means that the soldiers cannot simply kill all the enemies directly - they should at least try to catch a few alive.

"You look beautiful, ma'am."

Club manager Bostian had already led people to wait at the door. He smiled and bowed: "Thank you for being invited to visit tonight. You will never be disappointed."

"I hope Mr. Clavell is only interested in my marksmanship." She checked Bostian's lifeless body with her ears again, and Miss Watson walked in with her handbag, still maintaining her persona tonight. : "I have to admit, the facilities here are really good. When are you open until what time? Is instructor Lynn off work?"

"Instructor Lynne is out on private instruction."

Bostian didn't say much: "If you want, I can make an appointment for you."

"Out?"

"Yes, some customers will also have shooting ranges in their manor, and of course we will provide on-site teaching services. If you are interested, I will be happy to introduce you to the specific service content..."

"Wait a moment."

Miss Watson turned her head and added a bit of gossip at the right time: "I mean, Lynn is a very beautiful woman. Some rich young men will like her type very much. Well, you should understand, right? They will invite Come to the house and arrange some... dinner, gifts, and... romance."

"I understand what you mean."

The club manager still maintained a decent smile: "You can tell me what type of coach you are interested in. In addition to Lynn, our club also has many good-looking employees. But in view of concerns such as public image, of course they will provide services, I also hope that you will not make any announcement to the outside world.”

After chatting all the way, Miss Watson was led through a door. The Torrencia Club adopted a typical baroque decoration, and the corridor in front of her was obviously more luxurious. Bostian chose to stop when he got here, bowing and asking people to move forward. Miss Watson moved slowly, not because she didn't want to go quickly, but mainly because there were two full-size pistols stuffed in her stomach, which affected her body movement.

From the moment they arrived at the club, the Spider Sense alerted manager Bostian and his men that they did have bad intentions towards him. As the end of the corridor gradually approached, the inaudible smell of blood was captured by the sense of smell. Miss Watson moved her internal body and readjusted the weapon.

The pistol in the stomach is indeed concealed.

However, the upper body was wrapped too tightly, so it had to be taken out from under the buttocks.

"You finally came!"

Clavier's voice came from the entrance on the left: "Please come in! Don't be restrained."

This guy was wearing a sexy red suit. He had pale skin, oily hair and pink face, and a slender figure. He had the standard image of a handsome vampire prince. To be honest, this look really touches the hearts of ordinary girls, but it's a pity that it doesn't work at all for Miss Watson. Entering this room, in addition to the smell of blood, the olfactory system also smelled another unusual smell.

Like a light incense.

But it's definitely not that simple. Miss Watson is sure that this is completely different from the incense she has smelled before. Especially since my body seemed to be slightly numb for a few seconds just now, but by the time I reacted, the situation had returned to normal.

"I happen to be dining, but I'm almost finished. What would you like to drink?" Clavier stood at the dining table, holding a goblet in his hand and pointing to the large wine cabinet behind him: "Are you interested? Want to try the red wine I have here? How about a bottle of Patrus?"

"Just whiskey."

Miss Watson delayed the time as planned, folding her arms and looking around: "I thought you were just interested in my shooting skills, but you are really... Oh, I like this gun, a 10mm caliber pistol. It’s not common in England.”

"Your marksmanship does attract me, but it is nothing compared to your beauty. I was bored and looked at the surveillance screen this morning, and then I saw you... I'm sorry, please accept my sincere apology. But I must say, if I only care about your marksmanship, then I must be blind." Clavier's steps were like dancing, but he controlled the amplitude very small, just right to avoid exaggeration: "I completely understand Why do you wear a mask, but you don’t need to do that here, can you take it off? Just consider it a small request from me.”

"It's not easy for me to take off my mask." Miss Watson's fingertips slid on the display cabinet glass, drawing the man's gaze: "Also, are you really not going to talk about this gun?"

"Oh, this..."

Clavier turned his head and raised two eyebrows: "This pistol is one of my favorite collections. Only about 1500 of them were produced in the world, not to mention that a lot of them are of poor quality. If this manufacturer could have a stable production line and good quality control, they would definitely be successful with this gun. Do you know? When I heard that they had gone bankrupt in 1986, I wished I had been obsessed with it a few years earlier. If you pick up a firearm, you might want to buy it.”

"Can I try it?"

"Of course! Please follow me."

"Then I'm welcome." After the display cabinet opened, Miss Watson grabbed the pistol and all the matching magazines, and followed closely behind Claiwell. The man introduced as he walked: "There is a separate shooting range on the top floor of the club. I usually use it myself, and of course there are valuable guests, such as you, beautiful lady."

"But I must say, there are too many surveillance cameras installed in the club. I don't like being watched like this." After walking more than ten meters, the "incense" smell in Miss Watson's nose became stronger and stronger. However, this does not affect the body. She remained calm and followed Clavier towards the room at the end. There were several guards standing at the door - and she could not hear the heartbeat either.

"Don't worry, there are no surveillance cameras installed at the shooting range in front."

Great!

...This person isn't lying to me, is he?

Upon entering, Miss Watson quickly scanned the ceiling and then quickly retrieved various large objects in the room. She wants to find a few surveillance blind spots that are not easy to be photographed. If she takes action later, she can secretly eat people. Although vampires have no beating hearts, they are still technically living creatures. As long as they are alive, the black light virus should be able to extract memories from them.

Entering here, Clavier's gaze inexplicably increased. After thinking for a moment, Miss Watson stumbled deliberately and held on to the gun stand beside her. The man immediately came over with a very caring look on his face: "Be careful! Are you okay?"

"It's okay, I just tilted it a little."

Rejecting the other person's helping hand, Miss Watson asked the man to operate the shooting platform, set up a 30-meter gun target, and then loaded the gun with a click: "I can't wait to try it."

"light."

Clavier leaned against the partition and smiled like a gentleman.

boom!

After deliberately taking a long look, Miss Watson pulled the trigger and scored a 6-ring score. She prepared her voice for a moment, then said in a slightly lower voice: "Oh, it feels a little strange. It may be the first time I use this gun. Wait a moment, I will shoot a few more times, and I will be able to adjust soon."

"Of course, madam." Clavier's smile finally revealed some inexplicable meaning: "You are the best in my heart."

boom!boom!boom!boom!

After half emptying the magazine, Miss Watson began to enter the role, covering her head and sitting next to her: "I feel a little... I'm sorry, I don't know what's wrong with me, I'm a little dizzy, something's wrong... ..Ah, what time is it now?”

She took a decent look at her watch, then grabbed her handbag and hurriedly stood up to walk out: "I'm sorry, Mr. Clavell, I think I have to leave."

"Did I do something wrong?"

As expected, Clavier stepped forward and blocked the way: "Beautiful lady, if I have slighted you in any way, please tell me directly. There is no need to use this method."

"Get out of the way!"

Miss Watson's eyes widened and her voice became a little anxious. Apart from the element of acting, she was indeed a little anxious, because time was running out, and why hadn't the hottie in front of her taken the bait yet? I was still thinking about deleting the surveillance video, but I couldn't wait for the soldiers to rush in before doing this.

"Are you feeling hot, dizzy, and weak in your legs and feet?" Seeing the reaction of this stunning beauty, Clavier raised the corner of his mouth and finally revealed his ferocious voice: "You are indeed very vigilant, madam, and you did not drink the wine in the cupboard. But. How can I put it, it was a mistake for you to decide to come here today, you are too confident, and overconfidence will make you fall into the abyss."

"Is it your fault?!"

While raising her pistol, Miss Watson stumbled back to the corner she had chosen, continuously knocking over the surrounding gun racks and containers to the ground along the way. The sound of clanging echoed again and again, and by the time she retreated to the corner, a chaotic surveillance blind spot had been artificially created: "Don't come over here!"

"You don't understand anything."

Clavier showed superhuman agility and jumping ability, easily stepped onto the crooked shelf, and floated over like a dragonfly: "I'm surprised you still have a lot of strength left. You are indeed very vigilant, but you should give up." , Madam, that gun in your hand can’t kill me.”

"Don't come over here!" Miss Watson was entranced, her voice trembling.

"You will thank me in the future, you know?" The man sat down in front of her, with his hands behind his back, his eyes lingering unscrupulously on those white thighs: "You are at the most beautiful age in your life. When I see your I decided at the first glance that your beauty should be preserved forever. If your face slowly ages, it will really make me extremely sad."

boom!boom!boom!boom!boom!

Miss Watson cooperated and fired until the last bullet was fired. Although she was wearing a mask, she still showed a broken face with great professionalism: "Damn pervert! What on earth are you talking about? Why won't you die?! You What the hell is that!”

"I learned a long time ago that humans have limits."

Slowly squatting down, Clavier grinned and revealed two fangs: "So I don't want to be a human anymore."

"No! Please! Let me go!" At this time, Miss Watson's voice was already crying. She adjusted her body, took the initiative to rush towards the man who was close at hand, and stabbed the man's chest with her palm like a knife: "Ah Ahhhhhhh don’t come here!!!!!”

Didn't you jump on it yourself? !

As soon as this thought came to Clavier's mind, severe pain swept through his body, causing his brain to completely lose control. In his last remaining sense, the girl who was obviously crying suddenly regained her composure, looked at herself and said: "What did you just say? You are too confident. Overconfidence will make you fall." Into the abyss, right?”

"Ho..."

The man was speechless, dissolved into Miss Watson's arms, and was completely swallowed up by the black light body. The recovery ability that the vampires are proud of has no effect at all, and they are completely dead.

Well, there really is no surveillance here.

After the newly absorbed memory fragments completely subsided, Miss Watson stuffed the pistol and magazine into her handbag, and then took out the tactical chest strap and leg holster from the bag, which can hold 14 Browning Hi-Power pistols in total. 13 round magazine. After taking out the weapons and ammunition from her body one by one, she walked to the door fully equipped and entered the unlocking code.

The four guards at the door just turned around and saw two black muzzles.

boom!boom!boom!boom!

Four clean headshots, and the vampires burned with screams. Within seconds, large clouds of ashes were blown up by the wind and hit Miss Watson's exquisite high brown leather boots. She moved her long legs, and the soles of her shoes stepped on the skull remains, causing the latter to make a sad crunching sound.