The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

Miss Watson doesn't plan to make a sound now. The hostages inside are not related to her, so there is no need to take the initiative to expose more abilities. Just follow Captain John's attack plan.

To put it bluntly, this man is indeed bold.

John's superior was not at the scene and didn't know the specific situation, so he planned to unify the narrative and said afterwards that there were only a small number of robbers in the arsenal and the storming went very smoothly. According to Captain Mustache, the brain circuit of most British government bureaucrats is "as long as the problem can be solved." The premise for this is that the safety of the hostages must be guaranteed before John can deliver the mission. So the next step is clear: Find out what's going on in the arsenal.

Miss Watson comes in handy again.

Who made her and Bostian know each other? Not only that, by absorbing the memory fragments of Claiwell and the guards, Miss Watson knew the structure of the club well and helped John optimize the attack plan. After double confirmation, John, the mustached captain with a worried look on his face, took the pistol and watched Miss Watson walk to the arsenal alone.

"Bostian!"

Knocking on the crooked door panel, Miss Watson raised her voice: "Bostian! It's me, are you there?"

"It's you?!"

Ta-ta-ta-ta-!

A string of bullets came over immediately, but none of them hit Miss Watson. Bostian in the arsenal was furious: "You damn bitch! It must be you! It was you who notified the British Government! Everything has been ruined by you!"

"Do you want to hear what you said?"

After patting the dust on her skirt, Miss Watson continued to talk, buying time for John and the others to take action: "If your boss hadn't wanted to attack me, would things have come to this? You must have cooperated with him to seduce him more than once. Are you a young girl? If you still have a little conscience... Oh, look, I must be dizzy. How can someone like you have a conscience? "

"Fxck you! Bxtch!" Bostian became even more angry: "Don't hide there and talk! Do you only dare to show your authority with your mouth? Come out! Face me!"

"Go, go, go."

Miss Watson stepped into the arsenal and saw two Gatling guns mounted on carts. No wonder those soldiers did not dare to come in. It's a pity that there are so many containers here. Although I only saw three robbers, there are probably more hiding in the corner.

Bostian was not among the four.

"Who dares not show his head now?" Facing the gun, Miss Watson didn't even bother to raise her hands. A moment later, a cold metal touch hit her forehead from the side and back: "What now? Huh, I didn't expect you to actually do it. If you dare to come in, I will enjoy torturing you."

"Why don't you take the gun? Look, I don't even have a gun."

"Stop playing tricks! Take off your bra!"

"...That's really rude." Miss Watson took off her tactical chest strap without turning around: "I still like your gentlemanly demeanor this morning. Can you restore it?"

"You don't deserve to be treated politely by me!" Bostian took two steps back and held the pistol firmly: "And your leg hanger! Take off your gloves, coat and boots too! Don't think I don't know you are hiding something. !”

"Isn't it too late to think of doing the security check now? If you had done the security check when I first came here, your boss might not have died." The spider sensor kept warning, and when he felt the wind behind him, Wo Miss Mori turned around and took a side step to avoid the vampire's swing: "Oh, you really hit a woman? Can your quality be any lower? What did I say wrong? Isn't it your problem that you didn't go through the security check?"

Bostian was so angry that his face turned red.

This is an extremely rare performance for a vampire.

"you......"

He put the muzzle of the gun against Miss Watson's forehead, and did not ask her to take off her boots: "Just continue to be tough. When I cut your face open, I want to know if you can still talk like this."

"Go! Hurry up!"

The man pushed Miss Watson's shoulder hard, but the latter's energy was not on him at all. Miss Watson walked forward slowly, constantly scanning the gaps between the containers, and found another robber hiding. But until now, the hostages are still missing, apparently well hidden by the robbers. But before they had gone far, Bostian suddenly reached out to grab Miss Watson's mask: "Wait! I was almost fooled! Why are you still wearing the mask? Take it off!"

A surprising scene happened. The metal mask seemed to be welded to the woman's face, but he didn't pull it off even though he pulled it. Just when Bostian was about to increase his strength, Miss Watson said quietly: "Have you thought about it? If I take off the mask, you will all die."

"Bitch! What are you pretending to be?!"

For half a second, Bostian's forehead seemed to feel cold, but then he burst into even stronger anger and punched the woman in front of him. This attack was done with all his strength, and with the physical strength of the Vampires, it was impossible for ordinary humans to dodge it. However, the fist missed again. Miss Watson turned her upper body sideways to avoid the attack. By the time Bostian reacted, she had already taken two steps back.

Click!

The muzzle of the gun was raised again, but even the man himself didn't realize that he was already trembling slightly. Facing the muzzle of the gun, Miss Watson just raised her hand symbolically for a few seconds: "Really want to shoot? Then just shoot. As soon as the gun goes off, the soldiers outside will rush in and you are dead." .”

"How dare they! We have hostages!"

"Ah, yes, yes, that's what I wanted to say." Miss Watson pretended to sigh, raised her hand to scratch her ears, and swayed from side to side: "These subordinates of yours are indeed very loyal and willing to follow You ran to this place. I mean, you’re all actually the same kind of people, right?”

"What the hell do you want..." Before Bostian could finish speaking, Miss Watson jumped up on the spot, stepped on the container and rushed into the air. Taking advantage of the few seconds of raising his hands, the two silver-hardened daggers that had already been transferred from the thighs to the chest entered the upper arms, followed by the lower arms, and were now firmly held in the hands. From the time she entered the arsenal until now, she finally relied on her hearing to capture the direction of the hostages. After all, vampires have no heartbeats, so it is much easier to distinguish the humans in the venue.

The distance between the top of the container and the ceiling was quite large, and Miss Watson walked through it as soon as she straightened her waist.

Below is a pile of arms boxes of different sizes, several of which are completely open, with hostages tied up inside.

This scene was unexpectedly good.

Targeting the three robbers guarding the hostages, Miss Watson flicked her wrist and threw two silver-hardened daggers at a very high speed, hitting two of them respectively; while she herself used the momentum to mount them. The last target's chest was pinched hard by two thighs, crushing the guard's head. At the same time, with several loud noises, parts of the ceiling and surrounding walls were blown open, and five or six flash bombs were thrown in one after another. The soldiers jumped over the breach and launched a full-scale attack.

The two Gatling guns had no time to react.

There were screams everywhere of vampires being burned by silver-plated bullets. Miss Watson grabbed the guard's MP5 submachine gun, stood up and gave the unfortunate guy another hit with her heel. Even for a vampire, brain damage is not an injury that can be recovered in a few minutes. This guy has completely lost his fighting ability.

Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-!

Although the submachine gun was not filled with silver-plated bullets, Miss Watson still suppressed the enemy with her spider sense and headshot shooting skills. Now that the situation was over, basically no vampires still cared about the hostages. In less than a minute, the mustachioed captain came to Miss Watson and returned the two Browning high-powered pistols to her: "It seems that my prayers worked. You are not injured and the hostages are safe this time." The mission was perfect.”

"Listening to what you said, it's like going to the hospital for treatment. When you are cured, you don't thank the doctor, but thank God. I really don't understand you people who believe in God." Miss Watson rolled her eyes again and picked it up. His own hardened silver dagger, and then grabbed an empty box: "Today is really hard, so I'm going to start shopping. I want to buy some souvenirs for zero yuan. Do you have any objection?"

"Of course, it's up to you."

John weighed his chin: "Your idea of ​​'zero dollar purchase' is very interesting."

Miss Watson hummed a tune, and it was really like shopping in a supermarket. When she saw a gun she liked, she dug into the box. When passing by the place just now, she saw Bostian who was tied up. Looking at him with helpless and furious eyes, Miss Watson blew a kiss and walked away with her little buttocks twisted.

"Look, she's really hot."

The crisis was over, and the soldiers were finally in a mood to chat: "If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I couldn't believe such a woman... Damn it, do you want to see what she looks like under the mask? I bet she is. very beautiful."

"What? You want to ask her for her number?"

"Tsk, look at those legs, don't say you don't like them."

At this time, Miss Watson had disappeared from the sight of these soldiers. They were chatting, and the voices of other teammates came from the earphones: "Hey guys, guess what I saw the 'Steam Princess' just took. ? She took a Rheinmetall MG3 general machine gun from the container, this is simply romantic!"

There were "wow" sounds everywhere for a while.

"Shut up, you bastards, the communicator hasn't been removed from her ear yet!" John couldn't help scolding his subordinates, but he also laughed secretly.

......

After coming out of the side door of the club, Miss Watson sat down in the carriage and happily took stock of her new collection. She opened the suitcase kept by the driver, activated the mobile phone inside, and sent a message to Mrs. Peggy [Mission Completed].

Not long after, the call came.

"Good evening." Miss Watson pressed the answer button and stretched her legs across the box in an imageless manner. This movement made the short skirt barely cover the roots of her thighs: "It's all solved. I said you don't have to worry. Before Our speculations and concerns were not accurate because the guy was just a pervert."

"I'm glad you're okay."

Old Mrs. Peggy said: "But something is wrong with Michela."