The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

Landing gently on top of a building a few dozen meters away, the levitation cloak turned back into an arm sleeve, and Miss Watson followed the wheel tracks, her eyes turning to a three-story house behind the bushes. The military telescope adjusted the focus, and the surveillance probes under the eaves of the outer wall were clearly visible, basically covering the four directions of the house.

Fortunately, I didn't approach rashly.

Miss Watson had just circled the house twice in the night sky, but the dense branches and leaves of the tree seriously blocked her vision. She informed Nisha and Michelle of the situation, and then squatted to think about how to get closer for reconnaissance. In other words, she couldn't be sure whether Baron Otto was in the house. Otherwise, she would just use explosives to break through the wall and kill him in her usual style.

I looked at my watch and it was 9:47pm.

She took off her tactical backpack, picked out the area map, and searched for nearby clothing stores.

"I'm going to bother you again." Miss Watson took off her arm sleeves, kissed a few times, and the levitating cloak quickly returned to its original state and she stepped back two steps. Miss Watson frowned and leaned over to poke her with her finger: "What's wrong with a couple of kisses? Huh? Have you never been kissed in your life? You used to help me wipe my body after I took a shower, but now you start to dislike me, right?"

Snapped!

The cloak of levitation slapped her hands away.

Miss Watson frowned and continued to poke: "I was going to take you to visit the British Museum again next week. Since you dislike me so much..."

Wow!

The cloak of levitation was slung back over Miss Watson's shoulders.

That's more or less.

Half an hour later, a sneaky black man appeared at the intersection.

He was wearing an ill-fitting sweatshirt and wide-leg pants, plus a pair of dirty basketball sneakers, and staggered forward with his hands in his pockets. In the dark night, the face under the hood of the sweatshirt was almost completely invisible. It was not until the black man stopped near the house and watched that the surveillance camera moved.

This black man was naturally disguised by Watson, who chose the image of "Dead Shooter" Floyd Lawton and adopted the standard ghetto street urchin outfit. To be honest, Watson rarely did things like turning into other men, so he was uncomfortable.

"Knight, do you read that?" Nisha's call came from the headset: "I can't find the license plate number of that car in the public system. Have you observed any signs of the target's activities?"

"The car has been parked in the yard."

The black man's voice was still that of Miss Watson: "No signs of target activity."

"Got it. Please be careful."

The decision to act was in Watson's hands. Nisha stopped interfering with him and waited for news. Watson walked to the sidewalk across the street from the residential building, pretending not to notice the surveillance camera, and peered into the dark window like a thief. He kept his hands in his pockets, which was the standard combat readiness posture in the slums - ready to take out a weapon at any time.

If you don't have a weapon, make it seem like you have one.

Watson focused his attention on his ears, listening to the leaves swaying in the night breeze and the chirping of insects.

He began to circle the house.

A few minutes later, flashing police lights appeared faintly at the end of the street.

It was obvious that he could not continue to act in this situation, so Watson retreated directly, slipped into a corner to change his clothes, and then drove the hover cloak to quickly leave the scene.

Late at night, three members of the action team met in a room on the top floor of a warehouse.

"Did they call the police?" Nisha sat on a chair with a submachine gun in her hand. "I really didn't expect that. With the identities of Baron Otto and his men, they shouldn't have chosen to call the police. Were you seen by the surrounding residents? This possibility cannot be ruled out."

"Or the people in that room have nothing to do with Otto at all." Watson glanced at Michela who was dozing off in the corner out of boredom. "I now suspect they are from MI5. Spider-Woman has been active for so long that she should have attracted the attention of British officials. So if they are really these people, it is normal to contact the police. Maybe they really think I am a thief."

"I'll look for an intelligence provider in this area."

The vampire princess also glanced at Michelle: "Eliminate the options, the answer is not difficult to deduce."

"I really hate this feeling."

Watson shook his head. “I have a feeling that Otto is really in London, but this guy just doesn’t show up.”

"That's probably because he really thinks you have reached a deal with the British government." Nisha said as she moved a few inches towards Watson: "You said this before, didn't you? That's why he doesn't plan to act rashly."

"And now the British government has really sent people here." Watson made an assumption: "It's a pity that they really don't plan to cooperate with Spider-Woman. It seems more like they want to capture her for research. Maybe in half a month, Ms. Drew will meet the disguised capture team on Bar Street."

"Be patient, you can do it, right?" Nisha curled her lips and said nothing more.

The atmosphere is already a little off.

Turning his sight to Michela, Miss Butterfly Knife was sitting on a worn-out desk with her head against the wall, looking like she had completely fallen asleep. Watson immediately realized Nisha's intention, and just as he turned around and was about to say no to her, the woman's red lips had already successfully sneaked in.

Similar to the Black Light Body, the vampires also did not need to breathe. Although this did not mean that they were completely immune to the pain of suffocation, it was easy for Nissa to hold her breath for a short period of time. All the noises in the room were quiet for a moment. Watson put his hands on the woman's shoulders. The brief hesitation was so shameful that he couldn't help but frown.

The two lips slowly parted.

Looking at the pretty face in front of her, Nisha licked the tip of her tongue and put on a smug smile: "You just like this, right?"

The sound was very small, but it frightened Watson.

"I'll go contact someone and let you know soon." The woman naturally knew what the other person was thinking. She stood up and walked out. When she passed by Michelle, she suddenly took Miss Butterfly Knife's lips and kissed her. Then she gave Watson a teasing look and disappeared out the door.

"......what?"

Dr. Heinzwafen propped himself up, half-opened his eyes, and looked puzzled: "What's wrong?"

"......fine."

Watson twitched his lips and shook his head at her.

Rain fell in the night sky outside the window, playing a lasting and gentle rhythm. Above the dark clouds, the moonlight gradually became thinner, saying goodnight to the city and taking away countless little secrets. The rain fell for two days in a row, penetrating every inch of London's exposed skin and blending into the noon that was once again noisy.

This is the last time.

"You can try to resist, Try to hide from my kiss."

(You can try to resist, try to escape my kiss)

"But you know, but you know ~~~~that you, Can't fight the moonlight!"

(But you know, you can't resist the moonlight)

Jessica swayed to the rhythm, and her graceful figure was visible through the soundproof glass, making everyone outside unable to take their eyes off her. Ms. Drew looked extra charming today, as if she had finally put some of her creative talent into dressing up, and her whole style had changed all of a sudden.

Especially today she was wearing a belly-baring vest, hot pants and a pair of velvet black stockings. The curve of her swaying long legs was simply fatal, and what was even more fatal was the pair of stockings - the thickness of 20D was just right, not too much or too little, and it could still reveal some of the skin's moisture, bringing the half-covered temptation to the extreme.

"...It's gonna get to your heart."

(It will soak into your heart)

After the last line of lyrics fell, the bald female sound engineer Letty gestured outside the window, and the keyboard player Morris behind Jessica was the first to scream "Woohoo", and then everyone laughed and applauded. The drummer Lucia jumped to the center of the venue and imitated Jessica's hip-swinging dance moves, but her short and flat body had the opposite effect, causing the laughter to break a level.

"I really regret not being here the last time you sang, Jesse." Manager Frey opened the door and stood outside to let Jessica pass. "Are you in love recently? Oh, sorry, I know it's a bit offensive to ask this, but you have really changed a lot recently."

"I'm sorry. I don't want to tell you."

Jessica smiled and waved her hand, then turned to the guy who suggested the re-recording: "How about it, Ted? You don't sound like a heartbroken girl this time, do you?"

"God damn it, spare me, I just said it casually!"

Album producer Ted smiled bitterly and raised his hands, but then he hesitated: "I was actually thinking about this song, uh... do you think its style is similar to that..."

"It's very similar to Britney Spears's '...Baby One More Time', isn't it?" Jessica had already said the second half of the sentence for him: "I thought you would have said this a long time ago, and I emphasize again that when I registered this song, Ms. Spears hadn't yet become famous with her hits."

"You know that's not what I meant."

The man stroked his chin. “Your song is great. Really great. I swear.”

"So you're worried that I'll be labeled a follower?"

Ms. Drew put on her coat: "I told you, I don't mind."

"...I'm too obsessed with perfection." Ted finally sighed: "This should have been a great opportunity, you know? Our hot record... Never mind, I really hope that song 'Baby' is not released at this time."

"Things don't always go the way you want." Jessica comforted him while cursing the invisible Baron Otto in her heart. She could completely understand Ted's feelings, especially if the album "Jessica Drew" sold well, Hot Wave Records would definitely get more money than herself.

I feel bad for my wallet too!

When she thought of this, Ms. Drew couldn't help but want to curse the British government.

Because MI5 really sent people to arrest him.

Just the night before yesterday.

As previously speculated, the attack took place in the bar street of Camden, where Spider-Woman often hangs out. More than a dozen cars of different models drove up and surrounded Jessica, who was chasing the thief. However, these people did not know the true strength of Spider-Woman. Not to mention that the tranquilizer bullets and nylon net bags did not hit, even if they all hit, it would be impossible to trap the black light body.

There was really nothing remarkable before and after the attack. After quietly devouring a few unlucky guys to obtain their memories, Jessica quickly fled the scene. When she found out that the attack was not done by Baron Otto, she was so disappointed that she had no interest in playing games with the MI5 agents anymore.

As expected, there was nothing in the newspaper the next day.

Who said there is no news censorship in Britain?

After saying goodbye to the band, Jessica rode her bike back to the apartment. The road was wet and slippery due to the rain, but this did not hinder her driving skills. She carried the bike rack on her back and strode up the stairs to room 3309.

"Meow~~~~"

The short-haired cat Dai Dai followed behind.

"Wowo is going to hit you again later."

Jessica waved at it: "I'll come down to play with you later, okay?"

Dede sat down where she was, letting out a worried grunt.

Ignoring the cat, Jessica took out her key, opened the door, hung the bike on the wall, and called her pet’s name: “Wowo!”

no respond.

"Wowo?"

Ms. Drew took off her coat and was about to hang it on the hanger when she heard a slight noise with her focused listening.

That's not cat's breath.