The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

Bang bang bang bang bang bang-! ! ! ! !

Several M4 carbines fixed on the table fired from two directions, but they seemed to be unmanned. Only when you get closer can you find that there is a tentacle pulling on the trigger. Other positions on the table were filled with various weapons, and at this moment, the recoil force was transmitting vibrations through the table.

After finishing the 30-round magazine, there was a splash of brass bullet casings on the ground.

Watson stood by the wall, the two T-shaped swords in his hands smoking slightly, and the ground around him was densely covered with various warheads. Michela outside heard the gunshots subsided and walked in holding a glass of iced Coke: "My dear, aren't you going to take a rest?"

"No, my interception rate may only be 60%..." Watson turned two sword flowers with a dissatisfied expression: "If more than 3 guns fire at the same time, the interception rate will drop significantly, especially This small caliber bullet has a fast muzzle velocity, but forget it, it is unlikely to improve in the short term, let’s move on to the last step.”

"no problem."

Miss Butterfly Knife finished her Coke and walked to the table: "Which one is better to choose first?"

"As you wish." Watson tilted his head.

"Then I hope you're ready."

After Michela finished speaking, she grabbed a 9mm Glock pistol from the table, pointed it at her boyfriend and pulled the trigger repeatedly.

boom! boom! boom! boom! boom--

The bullets hit Watson one by one, not even penetrating his skin, but physically speaking, the pain was still quite obvious. Especially following her boyfriend's instructions, the woman deliberately hit Watson on the head. The shot hit Watson's left eye, causing a small concave special effect to appear in his field of vision immediately - although it did not last for a few seconds.

boom! boom! boom! boom! boom--

This time Michela changed his gun and fired 11.43mm caliber .45ACP bullets, but it still failed to break through the defense of Black Light's body. Even if he was shot in the eye, the impact on his field of vision would not be a problem. It was not until Miss Butterfly Knife picked up the rifle that Watson began to clearly feel the difference in the power of different bullets.

Generally speaking, the eyes obviously have the lowest defense, but they are also the only part of Black Light's body that can be penetrated and damaged by full-power rifle bullets. Watson has no intention of activating the darkening mode. He has not experienced the baptism of bullets for a long time, and now he just wants to test the limit of the body's defense in the normal state.

"Are you ready?"

Michela's voice came from the intercom. The other party had retreated a hundred meters away, and the black muzzle of the XM500 was pointed at Watson.

"I hope it doesn't hurt too much."

After Watson finished speaking, he stood up straight.

boom--!

If this .50 caliber sniper rifle customized by Howard Stark for Watson was self-aware, he would never have thought that the first time he aimed at a living creature, he would actually shoot at its owner. But the machine has no emotions after all, so it still faithfully responded to the user's operation, Michela, and accurately fired a .50 warhead.

Hit Watson in the head.

He leaned back, staggered two steps back, lost his balance and knelt down. Although she had been reminded, Michela couldn't help but feel her heart twitch when she looked at the picture in the telescope, and she tightened her fingers on the walkie-talkie: "...Watson, are you okay?"

"Wait a minute...I need to slow down..." Watson covered his head and felt the hot bullet being squeezed repeatedly by the tentacles in his skull, then pushed out of the wound and hit There was a crisp sound on the ground. However, the impact of this "defense breach" was far from over. His head was indeed hit hard, and his thinking was interrupted for a moment, and even affected his body control.

Not to mention the excruciating pain.

Without looking in the mirror, Watson knew that his eyes were red.

If he were shot a few more times, he might even faint.

"Are you ok?"

Michela had already trotted up to him: "What the hell, your eyes?"

"It's okay now." Watson stood up and took a few deep breaths. Under the woman's gaze, his eyes returned to their original shape and the wound on his forehead was completely healed: "Did you use high-precision bullets just now?"

"Yes."

"If it were replaced by a high-explosive incendiary armor-piercing projectile, my brain might be penetrated directly, not counting the possibility of being hit in the eye." Watson touched his forehead and felt a faint pain: "It seems that my body This is the only level we have at the moment. I was wondering if it would be better.”

"The 'level' you mentioned has exceeded many lightweight bulletproof inserts. I'm pretty sure that the current mainstream military rifles in various countries pose no threat to you." Michela picked up the twisted warhead, and then came up to touch her boyfriend's Forehead: "And you were able to get up and talk to me after kneeling for more than ten seconds. This recovery speed is really...are you sure you're okay?"

"fine."

Watson shook his head and walked forward: "Although I don't feel good, I'm really fine."

"Then let's go." Miss Butterfly Knife followed closely behind. This test once again proved that the beautiful boy could fight and resist, which made her completely relieved. The London police are not equipped with high-power pistols, let alone high-power rifles. Even if the special police appear, it will be difficult to pose any threat to Watson.

This indoor shooting venue was arranged by Mrs. Peggy. The two of them didn't have to worry too much. They packed up the weapons they brought and went out to board the car.

It is now late June.

The British Museum has been established for more than 200 years, and has undergone several rounds of large-scale expansion and renovation during this period. Information is actually not difficult to find. Since getting the structural diagram, Watson has been perfecting the action plan during this period. He has also visited the site many times in different images and basically determined the target and entry and exit routes.

But relying solely on the building structure diagram is purely theoretical. He still has to find a way to figure out the guard and alarm system. In terms of efficiency, it is obviously the easiest to obtain memories by devouring relevant personnel - although this means killing them completely. other side.

To be honest, Watson really hopes to meet a very evil museum guard who commits suicide, is addicted to drugs, and is an alcoholic and domestic abuser, so that he can kill without any psychological burden. Otherwise, there is no grievance between the two parties, and it is just because people are killed to get some delicious food for the levitating cloak, which is completely inconsistent with Watson's code of conduct.

But how can luck just happen?

Putting aside the problem for the moment, he turned his attention to another matter at hand.

Michela officially moved into her new residence today.

The new residence is located in a double-storey detached building with a basement on Park Avenue, Chiswick, in the southwest of Hammerforge. Going southwest from this area, you can go directly to the Richmond area where Peggy lives, so it is very convenient for Miss Butterfly Knife, whether she is visiting her boyfriend or looking for an old lady.

Although it is a new residence, Michela will not give up the Dagenham safe house. Her poison workshop is still there. Of course, it was thanks to Peggy that she was able to get it done so smoothly. For Ms. Carter, getting a small house in London was just a phone call away. Therefore, this small building is nominally rented, but no one regularly inspects it. In fact, it is completely owned by Michela.

Since the old lady already knew her to a certain extent, there was no need for Miss Butterfly Knife to hide many things, such as her weapons arsenal and training cabin, which she could safely throw into the house. In addition, she also bought a Mercedes-Benz SUV produced this year, but Michela paid for this car herself.

Fortunately, the new residence comes with its own garage.

But Watson is jealous of him.

When the issue of vehicle safety was mentioned, Miss Butterfly Knife couldn't help but laugh at her boyfriend's unlucky energy for losing his bicycle. It wasn't until they arrived at the new house that the two of them started preparing dinner.

At 7pm, Paige arrived on time.

A young girl also got out of the car, she seemed to be Sharon Carter, her face was quite recognizable with her natural baby fat. Tonight she was wearing simple jeans and a T-shirt, giving off a youthful and girlish vibe.

When she was a student, Sharon was still very thin, no different from an ordinary student, and she didn't even look like the future Agent 13. But after carefully observing those eyes, Watson clearly discovered some differences. In summary, this girl's eyes were a bit wild.

It has been passed down in the family that your Aunt Peggy could be considered a fierce woman when she was young, and she would fight against the enemy without batting an eye. Watson adjusted his collar and stepped forward to meet the two eyes: "Welcome! You must be Sharon, right?"

"...Yes, hello."

Ever since she saw Watson's face, Miss Sharon couldn't take her eyes away.

"I just said Watson is beautiful, right?"

Peggy stood nearby and said cheerfully: "You still didn't believe it in the car."

"I didn't...Oh, I'm sorry." Sharon was a little embarrassed, but she still smiled generously and shook hands: "Please forgive me for being rude, Mr. Watson, this really makes me unbelievable. , you are more beautiful than any woman I have ever seen...Wow, your skin is so good."

"Thank you for the compliment."

Watson calmly introduced his girlfriend: "This is Michela, my girlfriend."

"Nice to meet you......"

Sharon turned her face away, then paused before she could finish her sentence.

Compared to the pretty boy Watson, Miss Butterfly Knife has a completely different style, especially the exposed arm muscle lines and scars outside the vest, which give her a strong chilling temperament. Coupled with the long scar at the corner of her mouth and the cold gaze half-hidden behind her hair, Sharon felt like the other person might stab her at any time.

"You scared her, my dear." Watson was a little helpless. Although Michelle did not admit it, the inferiority complex caused by her disfigurement had never disappeared in her heart. Especially when facing a good-looking person of the same age, even if the other person has no thoughts about Watson, Miss Butterfly Knife will always show aggression unconsciously.

At least she's making progress.

Watson said to himself, otherwise how could this dinner be possible?

Are you still allowing Peggy to bring people here?

"Welcome." In just a short moment, Michela converged her eyes and nodded proactively to Sharon. Although there was still no smile on her face, at least it was not as embarrassingly sharp as before. Sharon, on the other hand, looked a little excited after being briefly stunned: "Oh my God, you are so cool!"

This reaction was a bit unexpected. Watson glanced at Paige, who smiled and shrugged: "I said you can get along, right?"