The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

Before going downstairs, Miss Watson found Claywell's personal computer and physically destroyed the relevant video data. She also found a suitcase to pack the favorite collectibles. Next, all he had to do was avoid manager Bostian and his spies, sneak into the monitoring room and server room and destroy the video files. There are two biggest pieces of good news: first, Clavier didn’t recognize him at all, and it was purely because of his lust; second, instructor Lynn didn’t know about it——

This woman is focused on catching Kaizi.

It has to be said that Claywell is really perverted enough that he installed three customized hidden cameras at the door of the women's locker room just to facilitate his selection of prey. Although it is mainly for wealthy people, Torrencia Club is still open to ordinary customers, and mainly promotes various one-day experience packages to satisfy everyone's curiosity about "high-end clubs". Especially some beautiful women who try to seduce rich men, they will become the main group of prey.

But Claywell’s move is not entirely to satisfy his selfish desires. The British Vampire Clan has its own group of professional intelligence analysts. If he happens to meet someone suitable to be transformed into a Vampire Clan member, he will also bring new strength to the tribe. This is One of the usual ways that vampires corrupt the powerful class.

It's really simple after all.

The levitation cloak was previously disguised as a silk scarf, but Miss Watson transformed it into a trench coat to cover the weapons and ammunition on her body. The people below the stairs should be chatting and fishing. As employees of the shooting range, usually no one will be surprised by the sound of gunfire as long as it is not heard around them.

Taking out the spare magnetic card from Claywell's drawer, Miss Watson entered the employee passage, then climbed out of the window, and then climbed down one floor to avoid the second-floor office area where Manager Bostian was located. There were still a few minutes before the official attack, so he should at least clear out the surveillance room, so that even if there was no time, he could still take advantage of the chaos to get the last target.

drop--

Another door was opened by a magnetic card, and Miss Watson walked forward. There were indeed a lot of surveillance cameras in the club, and the surveillance room happened to be on the second floor. It didn't even have windows, and there were Bostian's gang in between, so she had to go around from the first floor. Fortunately, the security guard on the ground floor didn't know what his boss was doing, so he respectfully watched Miss Watson approach the stairs.

There are 2 guards here.

This place is close to the employee area, and there are usually no customers approaching. Under their gaze, Miss Watson walked straight to the vending machine in the corner, pretended to take out the coins, and activated bioelectric energy in her body at the same time. There was a snapping sound, and the bottom light of the keyboard flashed frequently. Miss Watson continued to tap her fingertips a few times, and the drinks in the container fell one after another.

"ah--!"

She let out a soft cry at the right moment and sat back, her suitcase clattering to the ground.

"Are you okay ma'am?"

As soon as they saw the guest fall, two guards strode over, noticed the out-of-control machine, and stepped forward to pull Miss Watson away: "Stay away from it, ma'am, this thing may have a power leak."

"Oh... God, it hurts..." Miss Watson took the initiative to raise her hands, and asked the other man to quickly come up to help her. She had already calculated the angle. At this time, all three of them had their backs to the surveillance cameras. Miss Watson quickly put her arms around the necks of the two guards and pulled them into her arms with a slight force. Dozens of tentacles protruded from the bottom of the skirt and penetrated along the seams of the guard's clothes, acting as a supporting frame. Under Miss Watson's exquisite control, the two fainted men "acted" and carried her to the surveillance corner.

After opening the door at the stairwell, Miss Watson quickly threw away these two burdens and rushed up to the second floor. From now on, she had to fight for speed, but despite this, her pair of soft-soled high boots still didn't make any movement. After knocking out the guard with his back turned to her with one punch, Miss Watson flicked her hand, and the baton that came in advance flew out and hit the second unlucky guy in the head.

Also released at the same time was another baton.

On the left side of the corridor, the third man just saw something happened to his companion and received a solid blow to his stomach, which made him bow down. Miss Watson sprinted forward, then jumped forward, adjusting her legs into a flying kick. The poor guard raised his head, and just as he saw a touch of snowy whiteness, his face was crushed heavily by the sole of a shoe.

Drawing another baton from the man, Miss Watson ran towards the door of the control room in the memory fragment, entered the password several times, and met several pairs of stunned eyes. Since the establishment of the Torrencia Club, no stranger has ever broken into this place, let alone a woman. Just as the men in the monitoring room were about to speak, Miss Watson had already barged in like a whirlwind.

Get it done.

A minute later, looking at the scattered hard drive cabinet, Miss Watson turned to the door that was physically locked by herself. Someone has already started banging on the door panel, but this door is very strong, and with the door bolts made of several twisted batons, the outside will not be able to get in for a while. The cameras inside the surveillance room had been destroyed. She sat quietly on the chair, sorting out the memory fragments she had just absorbed from the guards.

The levitating cloak floated out and flew around her.

"what?"

Miss Watson rubbed the delicate fabric of the cloak: "Don't you want to change back to a silk scarf?"

clap clap clap!

"I didn't bring it with me. I'll find it for you to eat when I get back."

clap clap clap!

"Okay, let's go find Sister Saitama."

The contented floating cloak twisted and finally wrapped around Miss Watson's white thighs, turning into an exquisite lace leather ring. At this moment, the piercing sound of gunshots broke the atmosphere. The door handle of the control room was punched with a diameter about the size of a fist. It seemed that it was caused by a shotgun using door-breaking bullets.

Glancing at her watch, Miss Watson stood up and drew her weapon.

boom!

Another shot was fired outside the door, this time hitting the hinges. Miss Watson unlatched the baton door and slammed it out with her shoulder. The group of people outside obviously did not expect this move, and two unlucky guys were hit immediately. This time was enough for Miss Watson to take aim, and the two Browning high-power pistols in her hands fired continuously. Within a few seconds, Inside, all seven people in the corridor were shot and fell to the ground, with less than half of them screaming and falling into a burning state.

There was no manager Bostian among the people present. It seemed that this guy cherished his life, and Miss Watson was happy to leave him to the British soldiers. After replenishing her gun with the remaining bullets, she went downstairs to retrieve her suitcase of trophies, and walked quickly to the server room on the underground floor. As soon as she reached the top of the stairs, fierce gunfire suddenly rang out from all around.

The soldiers launched the attack as planned.

There were many customers at the shooting range. Only when the guard raised his gun and shouted did someone realize that an emergency had occurred. But this didn't put them out of danger. Shock bombs were thrown from every corner, and for a while the club was filled with deafening explosions.

The memory fragments of the guards in the control room were very useful. They helped to identify all the current employees in the club. After hanging the suitcases on the back, Miss Watson shot each unlucky person and successfully entered the server room in less than half a minute. . She blew up the surveillance camera with two shots, then found the hard drive that stored the surveillance footage of the past few days and smashed it into pieces. By the time the soldiers began to clear the underground floors, Miss Watson had been looking through other surveillance footage for about five minutes out of boredom.

lb!

Shock bombs exploded.

"Police! Hands up!"

A few soldiers saw the figure first.

Miss Watson rubbed her ears and rolled her eyes: "Identification code, HTU8965."

"...Code confirmation, this is Cleaner No. 1. The Steam Princess has been found. She is in the basement server room." The soldiers put down their guns and informed other teammates. After a few seconds, the soldier who spoke came over and said, "Ma'am, for your own safety, you'd better stay here and not move around."

"Is this an order from your commander?"

"Yes."

"Huh, it sounds like he has no intention of letting me help at all." Miss Watson had completed all her goals tonight, and she was too lazy to continue to join in the fight, and continued to look at the surveillance video with interest. It's a pity that Miss Watson seemed destined to be restless tonight. It didn't take long for a few soldiers to carry the injured teammate and ran down, accompanied by the captain's roar: "What the hell, who brought the news reporter here?" "

"This is a wealthy area, sir. There are many reporters wandering around every day. You know, they are eager to make a big news." The soldier who spoke sounded helpless, and then he saw his superior kicking the wall: "Then What? Just because of these people, I can’t even send out the wounded now! Damn the confidentiality regulations!”

"Sir, you, here..."

The soldier said and pointed to Miss Watson, indicating that there were outsiders here.

"Hey! Ahem, uh...ma'am, I'm glad you're not injured." The captain coughed twice and walked over hurriedly: "Now there is a group of reporters gathered at the blockade in front of the club, but it should have been It’s a secret operation, so we can’t be exposed at close range and be on camera. I think your image is quite suitable, can you do us a favor? Go out and deal with those bastards?”

"Didn't you say isolation?"

Miss Watson was a little confused when she heard this: "It can't be that the patrol officer responsible for pulling up the blockade made a mistake, right?"

"It's not their problem..."

The captain was silent for a moment and sighed: "Forget it, I'll tell you what happened. There are still some enemies in the club. They currently occupy the arsenal and have kidnapped customers as hostages, but one of the hostages is more sensitive. Members of the aristocracy. You have to understand that those rich people are the big taxpayers in England, so his parents are in a hurry to break through the blockade, and the police outside are not able to violently stop them..."

"Then those reporters rushed in?"

"Yes."

The captain took off his gas mask, revealing a sad face of a middle-aged man. The most conspicuous thing was his two- mustache: "There is no point in pursuing the responsibility now. We will find a way to solve the hostage problem. I hope you can also come up with something." Strictly speaking, this mission is also to help you achieve your goal. Although I don’t know what your goal is, but..."

"It's okay, I understand, I will help you." Miss Watson thought for a moment, and it was indeed the case. If she hadn't been anxious to solve the identity exposure crisis and disturbed the guards in advance, these soldiers would have had a better fighting environment. . It would be fine if things went well, but now that something unexpected happened, it would be hard for me to continue sitting around and fishing.

She never liked owing people.

"How are your people doing?" Miss Watson stood up and moved closer to the injured soldier.

"He needs surgery, as soon as possible."

"Okay, I'll do it as soon as possible." After saying that, Miss Watson clicked twice and loaded the bullet, which made the captain frown: "Wait, you don't want to shoot at the reporter, do you?"

"I didn't say I was going to deal with reporters."

Miss Watson said, glancing again at the man.

Why does he feel familiar?