The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

On the afternoon of August 8, there was an arms black market in Brentford, London.

Click!

After checking the chamber of the Glock pistol one last time, Watson put on the M4 carbine and looked up at the shooting range in front of him. This is a place where vendors discard packaging boxes and other garbage, so it is used as a (CQB) close combat training ground. It is not open for use except when the debris is cleaned regularly. There is usually a dedicated person to manage it, and the business is actually pretty good. .

Because of this, the terrain details here often change, and the locations of most humanoid gun targets are not fixed. Vendors have their own methods, such as pulling ropes, tying some weights, and even setting up temporary movable gun targets, as long as you pay a little more.

For Watson, he mainly wants to temporarily strip off the spider sense.

Spider-sense is so convenient.

Wherever there is a threat, the spider sense will point there. Even if some people around you are just malicious towards you, they may trigger a slight alert, not to mention various booby traps and other traps. The spider sense itself is the most sensitive minesweeper. .

This passive skill has never failed so far, so every time I encounter a battle, I will rely on it more or less. As long as Watson is willing, he can shoot and hit enemies at close range with his eyes closed without even having to observe in advance in a strange combat environment.

But what if it fails one day?

This situation is not unprecedented, as some unlucky Spider-Men have suffered frequent setbacks in combat even if they only temporarily lost this skill. In the final analysis, they relied so much on their spider sense that they completely replaced their combat intuition and thinking.

Realizing the danger, Watson decided to train himself.

Although the simulated battle was not realistic enough, it hit the Achilles' heel of the Spider Sense - the humanoid gun target was just a board, posing no real threat and naturally unable to trigger the Spider Sense.

Ding--!

A bell rang and Watson stepped forward.

The first fixed target appeared around the corner. He raised his gun and fired. The bullet accurately hit the target's head, but the spider sensor showed no movement.

Now you have to rely entirely on your own combat experience, reflexes and intuition.

There is no doubt that Watson was very uncomfortable with this kind of training for the first time. He couldn't help but shake his head a few times, and it felt like a translucent gauze was being covered in front of his eyes. To increase the difficulty, the ground is covered with various broken boards, sacks and other debris. Not only does it make a lot of noise when you step on it, but it is also easy for your feet to get caught.

Watson had to widen his eyes.

The surrounding area was like a garbage dump, with all kinds of objects scattered in a mess. All kinds of dense and irregular texture details were reflected in his eyes, which caused great interference to his observation. In this environment, the dirty human-shaped gun target had a camouflage effect. Watson fired two shots in the blink of an eye, almost missing the target.

He couldn't help but curse inwardly.

I should have thought of doing this kind of training a long time ago.

Stupid like a newbie now.

boom!boom!boom!boom!

The anger made the inner irritability take a few steps back. Watson took two deep breaths and continued to move forward with the M4 carbine in hand. There is not even a fixed walking route here. You can step on wherever you can, so some places that seem walkable end in dead ends.

After walking for a while, the movable gun target finally appeared.

In such a bad environment, moving objects are easier to recognize.

The movable gun target was hung on a pole by a rope, with a rough and random protrusion. Watson hit the target with two shots, then ignored it and concentrated on looking for other gun targets. As a result, a rag strip caught his boot, almost causing him to lose his balance. Watson had to lift his leg and tear it off forcefully.

5 minute later.

"I didn't expect you to hit them all, sir."

The administrator who had checked all the gun targets was holding a cigarette in his mouth with a surprised look on his face: "You made me lose money, but, awesome, I have never seen anyone complete the challenge within 3 minutes."

"Thank you, I'll do it again."

Watson didn't say much. He was actually very dissatisfied with the result. If those targets were replaced by live people holding guns, he could resolve the battle within one minute. Fortunately, many objects are not bulletproof in the first place. It is easier to simply shoot through the target when you observe it, otherwise it will take even longer.

But even so, compared with the spider sense, the difference is still too big.

After training until 6 p.m., Watson burned the clothes that were stained with a strong garbage smell, took out spare clothes from his bag, changed them, and left from the shooting range. He came here today to do two other things, to replace the scope of the L42A1 sniper rifle and to deal with the various accumulated "stolen items".

And I have to pick people up in the middle of the night.

In fact, vendors in the arms market do not do much business in selling stolen goods. Even if they do, it is related to arms, or it is hard currency such as gold. So after taking away the rifle, Watson took the subway back and went to the ground to change to a taxi before running to the location of the stolen goods sales service provider.

It took more than half an hour to check the detailed accounts.

Watson only felt his head was swollen.

It's time to find someone you trust to help handle this kind of thing.

In fact, considering various factors, Princess Nisha is indeed the best choice, but she and Michela have a relationship of love rivals. However, in this regard, European and American women are generally more tolerant, so although the two had quarreled before, Miss Butterfly Knife never said the words "with her and without me".

On the contrary, she seemed a little humble.

What's more, Michela has a series of psychological problems due to disfigurement and other accidents, and is more sensitive. Even if she actually has no right to interfere in the disposal of Watson's personal property, this move will undoubtedly damage the relationship between the two parties.

Putting it from the perspective of Miss Butterfly Knife, her boyfriend chooses an ambiguous partner to help him with things. Watson himself would be very unhappy. In particular, Watson continued to put himself in another person's shoes, thinking that if a person of the opposite sex who had clearly expressed interest in her appeared next to Michelle and kept flirting with her, then he would definitely shoot and kill him immediately.

There won't be any hesitation.

As for why we should imagine Michela flirting with other men...

Because Watson is very sure that if he really invites Nessa over, there will probably be some secret flirting between the two of them - even with the courage of the princess in distress, she dares to pick her up from the passenger seat and chew her hard while in the car, and it will develop by then. It’s hard to tell what happens.

And to be honest, Watson himself does have this in mind, and even hopes that the two women will have more contact and get along with each other in the future, so that Michelle can change her perception of Nessa.

So I actually have double standards, being strict with others and being self-indulgent.

Right from the beginning.

Still so despicable.

Thinking about these things all the way, Watson unknowingly arrived at the entrance of Park Street in Chiswick District. It was still raining lightly tonight, and it was very quiet. Michelle's house soon appeared in view. Watson entered from the backyard and pushed open the side door. The bell placed on the top immediately made a crisp sound.

There is no doubt that Dr. Heinzwafen turned his residence into half a drug den, especially since all the passages and entrances were filled with poison traps. Take the shelf on the left for example. Watson will never store or retrieve anything in it, because there is a mechanical pressure sensing device inside. If the weight increases or decreases beyond a certain level, it will trigger the poison gas injection mechanism.

Not to mention the windows.

Michela wished she could insert poisonous needles into every window.

But because the amount of work is relatively large, she has not finished it all yet. No matter what, this kind of work can be said to be one of Miss Butterfly Knife's greatest joys.

Walking on the soft carpet, Watson heard the sound of the TV coming from the direction of the living room. Watson was secretly on guard because his girlfriend might attack at any time. The two have been playing this game for more than half a month. Anyway, as long as Watson accidentally breaks something during the fight, that night he will...

Just don't break things anyway.

call out--

A cold light suddenly appeared.

Spider-Sense is still very faithful in issuing warnings.

Watson raised his hand to block, and took a half-step forward with his already well-positioned body, but his eyes met a familiar face. Surprised, he ducked to avoid a high leg sweep, then stepped back and lowered his fist: "Nissa? Why are you here?"

"What? You don't want me to be here?"

The distressed princess was dressed in black leather and was throwing two daggers with a smile.

"Well, I'm not, I mean, I'm surprised." Watson reacted quickly and looked around: "Could it be Michela who asked you to come here?"

"I called it."

Miss Butterfly Knife, wearing a vest and jeans, appeared from the other side: "Are you happy?"

Send me a question, but don't answer it.

"Weren't you before..." Watson pretended not to hear: "When did you change your mind?"

"I haven't changed my mind."

Michela took two steps closer, expressionless: "So are you happy?"

Are you still asking? !

"No matter what the reasons are for your decision..." Watson knew very well what the appearance of Princess Nesa meant, so he could not hesitate at this time. He decisively put his hand on his girlfriend's shoulders: "I I must say that I had no idea that you were going to impress me, Dr. Heinz Waffen."

The face in front of me finally broke into a smile.

Miss Butterfly Knife put her arms around her boyfriend's neck, kissed her passionately, and glanced at Nissa next to her provocatively.

"you......"

Nissa was about to speak when she saw Watson's coat leave his body and turn into a large suspended cloak floating in the air. This scene made the princess in distress choke. Watson reluctantly stretched out a hand and touched the levitating cloak: "You will get used to it soon."

"What is this? Magic?" Nisha put away her weapon and curiously reached out, but was dodged by the levitation cloak. Watson then noticed the condition of the living room. First, the carpet was a mess, then two ceiling chandeliers were broken, and even the coffee table had a lot of scratches.

These two women must have done something...

Just as he was thinking about it, Michela's lips came over again.

"Wait baby..."

Watson turned his face slightly: "Let's talk to Nessa first?"

"Hmm, okay."

Miss Butterfly Knife obediently agreed, then pulled her boyfriend to sit on the sofa, and then she lay in Watson's arms. She was extremely proactive.