The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

Countless people are bound to be sleepless tonight.

The sound of distant police sirens and helicopter engines continued. Jessica opened her eyes on the bed and confirmed that Miss Butterfly Knife was still sleeping soundly. Then she gently stepped off the bed. She is now in her fresh period as a masked hero, full of enthusiasm in fighting crime, and increasing Spider-Woman's exposure as soon as possible will also have a direct effect on fishing out her old boss, Baron Otto.

Michela knows this too.

After putting a note on the bedside, Jessica summoned the levitation cloak, dressed up and left the apartment. Finding a high place to climb up, she immediately discovered several lights in the northwest. Before it was over, the roar of fighter jets could even be heard in the night sky.

What a big scene.

What is this going to do?

Although she knew something serious was going on, Jessica's doubts could not be answered for the time being, so she could only rush over as soon as possible. But London is not New York after all. There are relatively few high-rise buildings, and many areas are either low-rise residential buildings, parks or wealthy clubs. Jessica walked northwest through the Shepherd's Bush area, then swung around and found that there were not many tall buildings around.

No wonder Spider-Man rarely goes to the countryside.

While parkouring on the rooftop, Jessica complained in her heart.

The same goes for the final battle of "Avengers 4". There were no high-rise buildings in the wilds of Wakanda. Peter Parker passed through the portal while hanging a spider web. He looked really handsome, but there must have been an aircraft or something above that was not in the frame. As for now, she can only run with her feet. Jessica regrets that she didn't get a special combat suit, otherwise she could restore the levitation cloak to its original shape and carry herself to the sky.

Running all the way, the burning woods appeared in front.

Police cars, fire trucks and ambulances all had their overhead lights on, along with news reporters from all walks of life.

The incident took place in Wormwood Park.

Londoners seem to like to design urban parks with mainly grass and dotted with trees, and then transform them into golf courses and the like. Like the one in front of me, the densest forest is almost entirely surrounded by large lawns, which leaves Jessica with many fewer infiltration routes, not to mention that the police have already set up a blockade outside the woods.

Fortunately, the incident occurred late at night, and there were no large lighting equipment in the park. Many places were difficult to see clearly in the dark, making it very convenient to hide. However, for Jessica, the real difficulty is this open environment. Once she is surrounded, it is difficult to escape without beating someone.

After hiding outside and eavesdropping for a while, Ms. Drew learned that a plane crashed into the bushes and a fire broke out at the scene. Strangely, the police and firefighters seemed to be working together to expand the entire blockade.

British journalists don't like this.

Big news awaits!

These guys rushed in one by one with cameras and cameras, and some even started their cars and tried to force their way in. The scene immediately became chaotic. There was a helicopter lowering its height in the sky, and the loud noise completely covered up all the voices.

She thought it was some desperate news station, but when Jessica raised her head, she saw two Westland Company "Lynx" military helicopters hovering at low altitude. At the same time, several ambulances passed through the blockade with their horns honking from outside and headed straight for the burning woods.

Relying on her excellent night vision, Jessica saw a few figures walking out of the ambulances, holding items that looked like guns in their hands, and she was immediately glad that she did not rush in. That plane was probably not carrying any weapons of mass destruction. It seemed that even the military was on board.

Is it my turn to intervene?

retreat.

The British guys are really big-hearted.

Would this kind of aircraft dare to fly over London?

Surrounded by low bungalows of several stories high, Jessica simply walked back as we were no longer in a hurry. There was still some rain in the night sky at this moment. Compared with the various sounds in the Wormwood Park not far away, it seemed particularly quiet here.

A lot of aircraft fragments can be seen on the road. Judging from the number, this unlucky aircraft probably started to disintegrate in the air. Looking back, it seems that she did hear some noise at that time, but Michelle's noise was bigger, so Jessica didn't pay attention at all.

crunch--

It happens that there is someone on the roof of this building.

"Good evening, ma'am."

Ignoring the other party's surprised gaze, Jessica jumped to another house. The plane debris did hit many houses, so it's no wonder it woke people up in the middle of the night. But since this was already the case around her, Jessica had to speed up and run towards the Shepherd's Bush area.

She had also performed in the pub here at several previous gatherings. I have to say that the British habit of naming is really strange. They actually called a commercial and residential area "Shepherd's Bush". But there will be more tall buildings from here. Jessica looked at the distance, the tentacles shot out from her fingers, and rushed into the air with her body.

Then she saw a huge traffic jam ahead.

It seemed like there had been a serious accident. The whole road was full of cars, and at the end of the road, where the intersection should have been...

Is there a big hole?

Boom——!

Jessica scratched the wall, but suddenly felt a vibration on the ground.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh’’’’’'s wearing only a pair of underwear she ran out, wearing only a pair of underwear, and spoke directly to her. Jessica at the window met her eyes.

"Hi." Jessica waved to her and grinned a row of teeth: "Our living habits are quite similar."

The woman rolled her eyes and fainted.

The ground shook again.

...Is London likely to suffer a terrorist attack?

After getting closer, she continued to observe for a while, and saw no sign of the army around the pit. Jessica let go of her hand and fell freely, her body falling towards the dark hole. This kind of thing is not difficult for her at all. As soon as the buffering ability is activated, her feet fall gently to the ground.

Pulling open a dirty parachute with holes, several sections of severely twisted rails were exposed, indicating that this was a subway tunnel. But what can break through the ground? It probably wasn't a cannonball. If it was, there should be thick smoke and fire. Looking around, Jessica saw a familiar large can-shaped object.

Isn't this the jar used to load BOW?

"what?"

Spider-Woman made a confused sound on the spot.

boom!boom!boom!boom!

The sound of gunfire echoed in the long narrow tunnel.

You British people are still good at putting together a show to be able to hold back such a big thing.

Sighing, Jessica moved her legs in the direction of the gunfire. At this stage, a biohazard in London would not do her any good, and would also delay the ongoing plan. However, Ms. Drew still feels a little emotional, because every time she stays in the King's Tavern Apartment, she feels like she has returned to ordinary life, temporarily away from the world of American comics where gods and demons fight.

As a result, a BOW fell down...

What’s next? Terrorist attacks?

As her mind wandered, the scene of the gunfight was close before her eyes. Jessica climbed to the top of the tunnel and climbed in using her hands and feet. The walls here were violently broken open, and there were several dilapidated corridors connected inside, and hoarse shouts could still be heard.