The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

"I don't want to see her again."

After a delightful dinner, Michela accompanied Watson to the door to see him off. Seeing the car's taillights disappearing at the end of the street, he suddenly said: "I'm too curious. I asked about everything. I also want to delete some inappropriate ones." The content is too energy-consuming.”

"So I want to thank you for your patience and understanding." Watson took the initiative to kiss his girlfriend on the forehead. Paige was willing to help with this house. Naturally, there were her own factors involved. After all, although Michela and the old lady had a good relationship, , but not as close as Watson.

Fortunately, Miss Butterfly Knife also knew it.

"I'm going to pack my things."

After saying this, Michelle walked to the dining table with her lips curled up, while Watson sat on the sofa, poured a drink and thought about the recent arrangements.

Mainly because time is tight recently.

Jessica will perform at the Park Music Festival in Battersea District in late July, which is only 7 days away. Her manager Frey is urging her to meet and communicate with her partner "Crazy Maggie". The songs also need to be properly practiced, and they must be well coordinated with the Miss Maggie, whom they have never met before, so as not to make mistakes on stage and turn into a "car accident" scene that will cause the singers and musicians to make history.

Then the museum heist plan may have to be postponed.

Unless it's done in these two days.

Thinking of this, Watson raised his head and glanced at the levitating cloak. He was helping Michelle put away the tableware, looking like a good at home. Since Cloak became his partner, he has been helping Watson, and he has never let up at critical moments. It is not good to drag on his promises like this.

Or just make it simple, rush in and knock people down when you see them, then grab the goods according to the cloak's instructions, then run away after grabbing them. If everything goes well, the whole process can be controlled within ten minutes. Anyway, with the combat effectiveness of the London police, they can't stop me even if I really want to run away.

At most, I'll throw a gas bomb to drive them away.

As "Clockwork Man", Watson is not afraid to reveal any important abilities and information even if he is caught by a surveillance camera.

"How long does it take you to absorb that stuff?"

After getting up to help pack things, Watson summoned the levitation cloak: "For example, if I tie you into a big bag and stuff the cultural relics you want into it, how long will it take for you to absorb it? If I put it in one after another in a short period of time, Will it affect your absorption efficiency if you put in several?”

The cloak turned up.

"About? 5 minutes? 3 minutes?"

The cloak flapped from side to side.

"It's about 1 minute small? What counts as small?"

The cloak made a circle.

"Then I understand. You can keep the bag as it is on the scene. There is no need to change the shape." Watson said and stood up to find the nylon rope: "Let me see how to tie it... Can you tie yourself up yourself?" ? If we can, we should be able to improve a lot of efficiency.”

【excited】

"So have you figured out what to do?" Miss Butterfly Knife washed her hands and sat next to her boyfriend.

"I'm going in alone. My goal is to choose the open exhibition area. At least I've done on-site surveys and am basically familiar with the terrain. Anyway, there are a lot of things that Cloak is interested in." Watson poured her a drink and reached out to pat the excited Cloak: "As for the places where non-exhibition items are kept, I have never been in them. It would be very troublesome if I got lost."

And that means eating several people to take away their memories.

Watson did not say this.

"What do I need to do?" Michela grabbed the cup: "Remind you, if you bring a gun, it is best to change the barrel, because the rifling of each barrel is basically different, and the police may make ballistics of the bullets at the scene. And rifling analysis, you don’t want to be recognized the next time you use the same gun, right?”

"I will, don't worry."

......

June 6, midnight.

The British Museum.

Watson, wearing a black tight-fitting combat uniform, stopped in the night sky, overlooking the vast building complex below. Of course, it was past the closing time at this point, and basically only security and staff were left in the venue. After checking the equipment one last time, he turned his head to signal the levitating cloak, which immediately curled up and wrapped itself into a bag with a nylon rope.

Without the support of the cloak, Watson began to fall freely, but he had already aimed at the landing point.

Nothing fancy.

Arrive in by airborne, smash windows and grab goods.

In order to change his height and body shape, this time Watson chose to mimic the first superhuman he absorbed: Clockwork Man, but there was no other way to use the opponent's iconic full-coverage poison-filtration helmet, so he could only use a gas mask and ordinary Helmet replacement.

In terms of equipment, in addition to crowbars, T-shaped swords and several throwing knives, as well as some tactical throwing weapons and Michela's specially made non-lethal gas canisters, Watson also only brought an MP5 submachine gun and two grenade weapons. Locke pistol.

The distance quickly shortened, and Watson did not slow down at all. He adjusted his posture so that the soles of his feet were facing down, and then bent down and thrust out the sword blade.

Wow——!

The top glass shattered directly.

Amidst the piercing sirens, he landed on his feet and looked up at the wall tag. As he expected, he arrived at the entrance of the Middle East exhibition area. Watson sped up and rushed forward, shuttling between the display cabinets. When thoughts came from the floating cloak tied into a bag on his back, he immediately stopped and slashed open the display cabinet beside him with a sword.

bracelet? receive.

Wow——!

Small stone sculpture? receive.

The small cultural relics were thrown into the pockets one by one. Watson's movements showed no gentleness at all. They were as rude as some gangsters who went to the store to buy them for zero dollars. He could clearly feel that the cloak was indeed absorbing these items. After more than ten seconds, the weight on his back began to become lighter again.

After unscrewing a gas bomb, Watson continued to target other display cabinets. It was only then that security guards outside arrived at the scene. But before they could see clearly what was going on in the exhibition area, they were frightened by a burst of gunfire and crouched down, using their walkie-talkies to sound the alarm.

Of course, Watson blew up several surveillance cameras.

The Middle East exhibition area is one of the places he visited the most. Even the route was roughly planned. Breaking the window to retrieve items was done in one go, and the efficiency was much faster than expected. And the excitement kept coming from the cloak, and he was obviously very satisfied with these supplements.

Wow——!

Another showcase was broken.

"Stop-cough cough cough cough cough!!!" A flashlight shone over, but before it was put on Watson, the owner of the flashlight inhaled the poisonous gas. Another guard endured the pain and rushed forward with his baton. Watson kicked him in the stomach and fell to the ground on the spot.

Bang bang bang bang bang-!

After loading another half of the magazine and temporarily driving away the guards, Watson finally came to the time to make a free zero-dollar purchase. In addition to throwing the "supplements" to the levitation cloak, he also took away some small items, but these were packed in another bag.

About three minutes later, Watson decisively ended the action and ran towards the predetermined retreat route. Under the threat of poison gas and bullets, the guards did not dare to come in, so they could only try their best to close all the exits of the Middle East exhibition hall. But this method is not an obstacle at all to Watson. With two swords and a kick, the broken door panel was kicked out.

The moment he broke in, it was enough for most of the museum's defense force to gather here. Watson's violent appearance frightened all the guards gathered outside.

There are quite a few people.

Not intending to waste time, Watson used bullets to clear the way, crushing the guards who had no guns and running around. Thoughts also came from the levitating cloak at this time. It had absorbed all the "tonic". Watson still had time to squeeze his back with his backhand, feeling that there were only bits and pieces left in the cloak bag.

"stop!"

The police step up.

boom--!

A bullet flew past his cheek.

The policeman ran away.

Watson stepped on the wall of the museum's large atrium, ran vertically to the top, pierced the glass window with his sword, and climbed out smoothly. At this time, the siren could be heard. Before the helicopter arrived, Watson rushed to the edge of the building, reached the side with the shortest distance as planned, and jumped high to the building on the opposite side of the street.

After moving away from the crime scene, the suspended cloak released its bagged form, shook off the remaining debris in the grass below, and flew into the night sky with its owner. The beauty of London in the early morning was still the same, but whether it was an illusion or not, the cloak seemed to be flying faster than before.

Now Watson has another destination.

Tonight is a rare sunny day, and the figure with the fluttering cloak continues to rise, gradually disappearing into the moonlight.

A few hours later, morning dawned.

The city of London is once again awakened by big news.

——The British Museum was robbed!

Lone gunman, thrilling fights, poison gas attacks and various superhuman performances, the popularity directly overshadowed the previous crash incident. The journalists moved in an orderly manner, abandoning the protest march, and ran collectively from the crash site to the museum overnight, surrounding the police officers responsible for maintaining order at the scene.

"...Did he really step on the wall and get to the roof?"

"Why was the roof glass broken? Is there a quality problem?"

"Does the gunman have an accomplice? Why did he disappear after returning to the roof?"

"Why didn't the police stop it in time? Where did the taxpayers' money go?"

The man being interviewed on the TV screen had a sullen face, and his mood was very stable when facing a large number of reporters. He had experience in dealing with reporters: "We are still investigating the scene, including statistics on injuries, stolen items, etc. All information is The police released it mainly..."

"Big noise, hmm?"

Michela was lying in her boyfriend's arms, playing with a T-shaped sword in her hand: "So you really sent the thing to the Iraqi Embassy?"

"Sent it away, all over the city within 6 hours. Although their attitude is not very friendly, I sent it anyway." Watson said, picking up the remote control and turning up the volume of the TV: "I don't hear anything about Iraq now. According to the news from the embassy, ​​I guess they were not stupid enough to call the police.”

At this moment, a video of a surveillance camera was played. In the video, Watson swung his sword and chopped open the display cabinet. Then in the second video, he was standing in the museum's main atrium holding two Glocks, facing There was heavy fire all around.

"Oh, look at you..."

Michela couldn't help laughing: "What nickname do you think they will give you?"