The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

On the third day after the quarrel, Nisha, who was far away in New York, received a call from Miss Butterfly Blade, so she rushed over. After the raid on the Talos Building, the vampire forces in New York returned to the stage of chaos and fighting among all parties. In addition, Blade and his gang were hunting down the leaders everywhere. It would be difficult for the Big Apple to grow any decent vampire gangs for at least half a year.

What's more, Blade is always staring at you, right?

Nisha was not enthusiastic about this kind of work. She was willing to help Blade because she was bored and she also wanted to atone for her sins. But this was obviously not as important as the beautiful boy Watson, so the vampire princess simply said goodbye to the vampire hunters.

As for now, it is already 5 o'clock in the morning.

The two of them continued their conversation in the living room.

"Tell me more about Otto Wilmitz." Nisha sat on the sofa and poured herself a glass of human blood. "That guy's main territory is in southern Europe, right? I seem to have heard of this name before the Damaskinos family left Prague, Czech Republic."

"is it?"

"Well, you know that running a team like this always requires making money. Otto should have been... I remember that there was an arms business involved."

"Well, I'm not surprised at all. I want to know another thing, is the Damaskinos family considered a Hydra?"

“Not entirely.”

As Nisha spoke, she took a sip from the goblet, letting the cold blood churn in her mouth. She savoured it for a long time before swallowing it. “Although Hydra is large in scale, they won’t tell everyone they are Hydra. To have been able to develop in secret for so many years, they must have kept it a secret.”

"That's what you said. The lower levels basically don't know that the terminal they serve is Hydra. Most of them just think it's a job with good rewards." Watson stroked his girlfriend's head. Michelle had fallen asleep a long time ago, but she was stubborn and didn't want to go to bed.

So I just rested my head on my boyfriend's legs on the sofa.

"Yes." The distressed princess leaned forward and smiled at Watson: "So how did this guy Otto offend you?"

"At the end of 1997, I was on an escort mission on a plane. Hydra gathered its forces and raided the plane, including Otto Wilmitz's men." Watson quickly sifted through the information: "I got something Otto really wanted. The intelligence has been released, and I can definitely lure him over."

"So your ultimate goal is Otto's lair, right?"

"Yes, I also thought about choosing England, but the waters there are too deep."

"What does the water is too deep mean?" Nisha didn't understand.

"What I mean is that there are many old forces and organizations entrenched here. It's hard for us to really build up our own power with just a few of us." Watson couldn't help but look at Nisha's face, especially when he thought about the close contact he had with this woman several times, and then the other party was sitting in front of him, he couldn't quench the strange feeling of excitement in his heart.

What's the thrill?

His girlfriend Michelle was lying on his lap.

But the more I do this, the more guilty I feel.

Watson was surprised that he could talk to Nisha while being in such a state of mind where he clearly knew the problem but was unwilling to correct it. He seemed to have finally got what he wanted, as his girlfriend Michelle made concessions and allowed Nisha, a rival in love, to appear by his side.

But I didn't feel the excitement I had imagined at all.

He thought that everything would be similar to when he was a child, when he pestered his parents to buy him expensive toys, and would not listen no matter what they said, and would make a scene no matter how they persuaded him. In the end, his parents gave in, and he would happily play with the new toys, promising to "be obedient and study hard in the future", and then forget these promises completely - at most he would behave himself for a few days before he would relapse into his old ways, and even count the time, wondering if his parents would have the money to buy him new toys.

If they don’t buy it for me, I will go to my relatives’ house and beg them to buy it for me.

What a selfish thought.

Little did I know that this might be the most worry-free and short-lived happiness in my life.

So when he grew up, Watson never made such a request again.

Don’t your parents know?

Of course they understand, they just choose to spoil and indulge themselves. From this point of view, Michelle is no exception...

What a strange comparison.

What am I thinking?

The increasingly restless mood finally interfered with his thinking. When Nisha called "Watson" again, Watson blinked suddenly and shook his head apologetically at her: "Sorry, I was distracted."

"You may be a little tired." Noticing Watson's deliberate avoidance of her gaze, the vampire princess smiled faintly and turned her head to the side. Her red lips were like gemstones in the dim light, reflecting a slightly attractive color. "It's okay. We still have a lot of time. Where is the guest room? Let's talk when you are ready."

"Oh, of course."

Watson carefully supported Michella, moved his legs apart, and brought a pillow to cushion them. Then he took Nisha's luggage bag and said, "Come on, I'll take you there."

"Thank you." Nisha followed behind, striding up the stairs with her long legs. The way she held the goblet naturally revealed an aristocratic temperament. Watson couldn't help but think that if this woman changed her skirt, she would definitely be able to beat most of the noble ladies in London in seconds.

After all, vampires are particularly fond of this.

Especially "pure blood".

After his eyes touched the large area of ​​snow on the low-cut vest, Watson turned back as if he had been electrocuted, and then cursed himself inwardly. He had been thinking about Nisha coming over, but now that she had really come, he was being pretentious, evasive and indifferent. The point was that Michelle would not get any good results either.

He has offended both sides and is not popular with anyone.

Is there anyone more stupid than me?

For a few seconds, Watson even began to complain about his girlfriend's behavior of calling Nisha, which made him almost slap himself. Fortunately, Nisha spoke up and talked about the house decoration. Watson tried to control himself and stop thinking about it, and concentrate on the reception work in front of him.

The vampire princess will not stay here for long. She will find a new place to live in London within the next week at the latest. Michelle and Watson will definitely provide help. At least for Miss Butterfly Knife, she can't let her rival stay in her house all the time.

As for Watson...

He didn't want to continue in this awkward situation. What if the two women started fighting again? Should he persuade them or not? If he wanted to help, which side should he help? Or hide and pretend not to know? But what if he accidentally saw them in person?

The scene was terrifying just to think about.

Michella made concessions, but don't think she was willing to put up with the provocation.

"Thick curtains? You're so thoughtful, but I guess the little wild cat doesn't want anyone to peek into his house." Following Watson into the room, Nisha looked around with interest: "Oh, there's also a private bathroom. I have to clean it up."

"Yeah, you guys had a fight earlier."

"It's more than that."

The woman took off her leather jacket, revealing her hot body wrapped in a low-cut vest. Her chest and neck were completely uncovered, and her collarbone and neck were as delicate as sculptures. "Someone was following me, but I dealt with them all. They were probably former enemies of my family."

"Why didn't you mention this?" Watson, who was still fixing the curtains, stopped. "Are you being targeted? Did they reveal any information?"

"I'm just afraid of your reaction, pretty boy."

Nisha twisted her waist and walked towards Watson, her pretty face full of smiles: "But I like your concern."

Wait, don't?

Coming now?

"Um, you're welcome."

As soon as Watson saw the woman's posture, his whole body tensed up. Although he knew his movements looked stiff and awkward, he still strode towards the door. Sure enough, a hand grabbed his arm, and under his sleeve, his skin surged uncontrollably, and it took a moment to calm down.

Thoughts were interrupted in an instant.

Apart from panic and helplessness, Watson had only one thought in his mind, that is, if Nisha really wanted to get close to him, he had to hold her back.

But then?

Push her away?

If I really push someone away, what will happen next? I shouldn't be so decisive. What if Nisha chooses to leave out of disappointment? How can I save her?

These thoughts were like a spell that made his mind active again, but they ran wildly and uncontrollably. Watson knew how selfish these thoughts were, but he still couldn't help but think about them. A few seconds ago, he was thinking about not letting his girlfriend down; but now, he was thinking about how to keep Nisha.

If Watson had met such a scumbag in his previous life, he would have wanted to stab him directly.

I didn't expect that the scumbag was actually me.

Fortunately, the vampire princess did not take the next step.

"I know what's troubling you, Watson." Nisha's eyes were full of teasing smiles, but there seemed to be a hint of sadness hidden in them, which disappeared like an illusion: "You probably don't believe that I came here just to be your loyal assistant, right? Relax, we have plenty of time, for you, for me, and for Michelle, the little wild cat. Besides, she took the initiative to invite me, didn't she?"

Looking at Nisha's face, Watson couldn't think of how to respond.

"Go keep her company. I guess she's already awake."

After saying that, the woman let go of her hand, and just as Watson breathed a sigh of relief, the hand pressed on his butt again. Nisha gently pushed Watson out the door, and licked her lips: "By the way, help me close the door, thank you."

Watson fled.

He panicked even more when he saw that there was no one sitting on the sofa.

Calming down and slowing down his pace, Watson heard the movement in the bathroom with his sharp ears. He felt a twitch somewhere in his chest, and his whole body suddenly slowed down. The levitating cloak had been watching the battle all night. It couldn't understand the owner's troubled mind, so it could only go forward and support the body to express its concern.

"Okay, I'm fine..."

Sitting on the sofa, Watson reached out and grabbed the half-full bottle of whiskey, tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp.

"Is Nisha settled?" Michelle wiped her face with a towel and walked out of the bathroom slowly. There was nothing unusual in her voice, as if she was asking whether the food in the refrigerator had been put away.

"Why don't you speak?"

When Watson remained silent, she sat down next to her boyfriend.

"Honestly, I don't want to think right now. My mind is in a mess. I've been like a selfish idiot today." Watson hugged her in his arms, feeling unprecedented warmth: "I just want to say sorry to you."

"Now that she's here, let her do her job well."

Michelle seemed not to hear it, and continued the topic with the next sentence: "So you also know that you are sorry for me?"

"......sorry."

"Well, keep going. I love to hear it."

"sorry--"

The woman burst into laughter, then quickly restrained her expression. She held Watson's face and looked him in the eye: "Mr. Watson, you know I asked that woman to come over to help you, right?"

"Uh, yes."

"Don't let her help you to the bed."

"of course."

Is there any other answer at this time?