The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

Distorted faces.

They tore at the festering skin, but could not relieve the pain even a little bit. The scene before his eyes was like hell, and his already fragile rationality was instantly broken in his mind. Bernie subconsciously wanted to take two steps, until he knelt on the ground, and then he remembered that his left knee was injured. The pain made him unable to continue thinking, and he could only turn his eyes to the woman beside the car.

But there was only fog.

It was getting bigger and bigger, wrapping itself up in it.

Bernie roared like a wild beast and used up the last breath in his chest. He felt as if a sharp knife was stirring wildly inside him, leaving another scar with every breath.

Finally, the figure approached.

Long legs and a slender waist, the camouflage uniform opened from the abdomen upwards, revealing a large area of ​​white chest skin, and the attractive ravines were barely covered by a bra. But Bernie no longer had the heart to appreciate it, he raised the pistol tremblingly and pulled the trigger at Mrs. Viper.

boom!boom!boom!boom!

This was almost the only burst of gunfire since the abnormal situation broke out.

Ophelia's face gradually became clear, and she walked slowly to Bernie. The man opened his mouth and saw the bullet from the pistol bounce off the other's forehead. He was stunned, with incredible madness in his eyes. There were still some bullets left in the gun, but the finger holding the trigger was no longer exerting any force.

All that strength was transferred to the throat.

"Ah ...

boom!

Another bullet hit Ophelia between the eyebrows.

Bernie watched helplessly as the pistol bullet was squashed against his skin, crushed by inertia, and finally fell down. Mrs. Viper just squatted down and smiled gently at him, but to Bernie, that smile was so hideous, like a venomous snake grinning, with two sharp fangs that were extremely dazzling.

Is this an illusion?

The corners of her mouth seemed to be split, and she had a long tongue... and so many teeth...

The rage could no longer be sustained, despair, regret and powerlessness entangled his blurred consciousness, and the last thing the man did was to point the gun at his own head.

boom!

The sound of the gunshot was particularly long.

Ophelia stood up, stepped over the bald man's body, and took out the last cigarette from her arms. She pressed the communication button, and a miserable howl came into the microphone, which scared Sarovich, who was watching the Croat position a few kilometers away. The adjutant shook his head left and right, thinking he was hallucinating.

"Sarovich? Did you hear that?"

"lady!"

Sarovich then realized that it was the communicator that was causing trouble: "I'm here! Ma'am!"

"Sorry it's a bit noisy here." Ophelia lit a lighter. "If those Krashen soldiers on the edge intend to surrender, just disarm and detain them as usual. There's no need to torture them. As for me, don't let anyone get close to me in the next three days. Do you understand?"

"Our observation team found that some people are fleeing to the central part of Vessaniko." Sarovich took a deep breath, tried to adjust himself, and tried to ignore the screams in his ears. "You also know that it is a chaotic place. Many small gangs are running around, and there are indeed a small number of Croats doing business there."

"Let them be."

Mrs. Viper got back in the car: "They will bring my name to everyone's ears."

"Yes, ma'am."

The call ended quickly. In just a few words, most of the people infected by the gas had died. There were only panicked shouts in the distance. It was probably the Croat soldiers on the edge of the gas who were beginning to suffer and were now desperately running out. However, the large bottle of gas bomb under his feet had not been used up. According to Michela, this thing could spray for at least 10 minutes.

Opening the valve to the maximum can speed it up a bit, but it seems unnecessary at the moment. I have been playing for so long tonight, I just need to calm down.

Unfortunately, this gas bottle is disposable and cannot be closed once opened.

Anyway, there is still some time.

As soon as Ophelia thought of Miss Butterfly Knife, the figure of Nisha immediately emerged in her mind. She had indeed been lonely for too long since leaving London. The woman took off her camouflage top, stood up the gas bomb, and slowly hugged it in her arms. She felt that she had slightly touched the hot body far away in London, and the murderous gas was also hugging her at this moment.

Has a different kind of tenderness.

"Well, we still have some time now..." She stretched out her long scarlet tongue and licked the mouth of the bottle that was spewing poison gas: "Isn't it?"

......

Meanwhile, in Park Avenue, Chiswick, London.

A thunderclap echoed outside the window, and the woman on the sofa opened her eyes dazedly, turned her head and saw that the TV was still playing a late-night program. She turned over lazily, reached out to the coffee table, and her fingertips ran across a pile of photos, grabbing the remote control, and the TV screen dimmed.

The dark room and the sound of rain outside the window together formed a lullaby. Fatigue slowly crept up on the woman, who yawned and continued to bury her face in the soft pillow. But not long after, the door was pushed open by a hand, and Nisha walked in with her long legs and turned on the light.

“Turn it off—!”

Michelle was lying on the sofa, covering her face with the quilt.

"You've been sleeping all day, little wildcat. Do you want to continue?" Nisha hung up her leather jacket, walked up to her, and put her hands on her hips with a funny look on her face: "Why do you look more like a vampire than me? Or are you really not feeling well? Should we go to the hospital? Did I hurt you last night?"

"You don't hurt me one night..."

Michelle was very angry when she woke up: "At least don't turn on the main light! Turn on the small soft light!"

"Good good..."

Seeing that Miss Butterfly Knife closed her eyes and did not respond, Nisha did not care. She switched on the lights in the room and admired the photos on the coffee table. This has become a fixed program every day. Thinking about the scene when she first discovered these photos, Michelle was so angry that she almost shot in the house. Of course, the subsequent process was also expected. She refused to obey, covered up, and now she is completely free to watch whenever she wants.

Anyway, Nisha took quite a few photos herself.

For example, this stack was just washed.

I have to admit that once the hobby of photography is cultivated, it is indeed very fun. What's more, the long life cycle of vampires means that they are not averse to new things at all. So after playing around, Nisha now has a Leica M6 of the same model.

If we keep doing this, everyone in my family will be a photography expert.

"Look at this..." The vampire princess held a photo and admired it again and again: "I think this can be selected as the best work of my career. Your expression is so..."

"Shut up, you f*cking bastard." Michelle responded sullenly, "If Watson saw this, he'd just take an identical photo of you."

"You really know him well."

Nisha sighed and supported her chin with one hand: "If Watson could come back now, I wouldn't mind."

Silence fell in the room.

Michelle was fine, she was lying down, Nisha was sitting on the sofa, holding a photo in her hand, but she didn't take any more photos, her eyes were cast on the table, the whole person was like a sculpture. Until another thunder sounded outside the window, Nisha didn't move, but Michelle turned her head with her back to her, and her clear eyes proved that she was just pretending to sleep.

The two pairs of eyes met in silence for a moment, then quietly separated.

"…How many times have we talked about him this week?"

"......How could I remember such a thing?" Michelle snorted, picked up the remote control and turned on the TV. "He's been gone for more than a week. I can't get through to him on the phone, and he didn't reply to his text messages. I think he went to have fun with those slaves. How could he remember us?"

"Watson has slaves?" Nisha became interested and sat down next to Michelle with a malicious smile: "I haven't heard much about this from you. Tell me about it."

"There's nothing much to say. Ask him to take you to see it when you have a chance." Michelle stared at the TV screen and began to change channels. "He secretly raised an autistic girl with abscesses on her face, a 3-meter-tall mutant woman with big breasts and a big butt, and three brides with bloody mouths in black wedding dresses. Oh, and a nurse without a face. Recently, a little girl with bad intentions appeared."

With every word Michelle said, Nisha's face became more confused.

After a while, she asked, "When did this happen?"

"How should I know? Go ask Watson." Miss Butterfly Knife got angry when she talked about this. She took out a butterfly knife from her body and turned it around: "No, you should ask Miss Watson about what the cow did!"

"Like she could do it."

Nisha nodded, held Michela's hand, and buried her face in her neck: "Hiss - I just like your smell. I used to think it was sad that vampires couldn't taste food, but at least we still have our sense of smell. We are so lucky."

"It's happening again, isn't it?" Michelle rolled her eyes and laid back resignedly, "You really don't know how cold you are? I told you to learn from my boyfriend. At least he knew to pour boiling water over his crotch before he got in bed with me."

"I just like the way you're stubborn..." Nisha chuckled, pressed forward, and gently patted Michelle's cheek with her hand, full of provocation: "Do you think you and Watson are becoming more and more alike? Both of you are equally cute when your little mouths are stubborn."

"Bullshit!"

Miss Butterfly Knife turned over and pinned Nisha down, then raised her hand to hit her.

The room was soon filled with the sounds of playful laughter.

Anyway, the TV channels are useless.

The sound of thunder and rain continued outside the window. The late-night show on the TV screen had come to an end, and the cast list scrolled one by one along with the ending song. The resulting light and shadows were reflected on the sofa, outlining two enchanting figures.