The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

Snapped!

It sounded like a slap on the skin, and a low moan sounded in the dim room. The radio placed at the foot of the bed was roaring loudly, and bursts of high-pitched rock and roll voices came from it.

But it's obvious that the live vocals have a higher pitch.

"Love is like a cloud!"

(Love is like a dark cloud)

“Holds a lot of rain~”

(It's pouring rain)

"Love hurts ooh ooh love hurts..."

(Oh, love hurts me so much...)

But if the ceiling could talk, the old man must be having a really hard time right now. Its poor old friend, the Cuban cigar, was finally smoked tonight. The burning smoke slowly rose, like a looming and enchanting woman, and her every move was full of lust.

A black high-heeled shoe fell off.

Impartially, the heel of the shoe hit a beautifully decorated wine bottle, but the bottle was not taken a few sips, and all the wine inside flowed onto the carpet. Not only that, it also soaked the nearest wad of banknotes.

The maid in charge of cleaning tomorrow will probably have a headache for a long time.

Maybe they don't have to worry...

If a body appears in this room.

After a while, a pair of women's toes came down and lightly touched the carpet.

Xixisu's dressing movements were completely covered up by the singing on the radio.

But it actually didn’t take too long.

A graceful body with golden proportions is reflected in the floor-to-ceiling mirror, gently stretched like a limb after waking up in the morning. The fair skin, toned muscle curves and slender waist form a perfect balance. Even women may go crazy after seeing this picture.

At least those top underwear models can't help but start to doubt their professionalism.

Stocking models too.

The woman in front of the mirror lights a cigarette.

The mobile phone placed on the table suddenly vibrated, and the woman's profile slowly turned in the smoke, her beautiful eyes always blurred.

"alolo (hello)."

"Done?"

A hoarse Russian male voice came over the phone. The woman glanced at the body on the bed and slowly blew out a smoke ring: "You shouldn't call me at this time."

"Sorry, but it's an emergency, so I'm coming in."

Not long after the man finished speaking, the side door of the room was gently pushed open. A man in a light brown suit stuck out half of his head and looked at the dark muzzle of the gun in front of him. He spread his hands and said, "I told you I was coming in."

The woman silently put away the gun and put the cigarette back into her mouth.

......

"I'm young I know~"

(I know I'm still young)

"But even so!"

(But even so)

"I know a thing or two..."

(I still learned a few things)

The two people in the room suddenly fell silent, and the singing from the radio began to take over the environment again. She keenly felt the man's eyes crawling on her body, but the woman didn't care and quietly finished the cigarette.

"If you want to come in earlier next time..."

The burned out cigarette was pressed into the ashtray with slender fingers, and then a small flame suddenly burst into flames. The woman focused her eyes on the face of the man in the suit: "No need to make such excuses."

"The matter is indeed urgent..."

With an appreciative smile on his face, the man slowly took out a small box from his arms and handed it to the woman: "But of course I don't mind appreciating it first. To be honest, I will miss you."

"I can tell."

The woman reached out and took the small box and put it into her handbag: "So the location is abroad? I'm getting tired of hunting these high-level spies in Moscow..."

"Senior spy? Haha..."

The man put his hands in his pockets and walked over to the body to take a few glances. There was a hint of ridicule in his words: "We arranged this room! Prey that can't even see through this kind of trap is not considered a trap." How classy.”

"He just made the same mistakes that all men make."

A woman's faint voice came from behind: "It's just that the price is life."

He raised his body again and saw that the woman behind him had put on a fur coat. When he first entered the room, the man noticed this dress, not because it looked good...

Just because it's the only piece of women's clothing in the house.

In other words, under this coat... Thinking of this, the man's breathing couldn't help but become a little hotter. What a fascinating beauty this was, but he knew very well that kissing her was equivalent to hugging a poisonous spider.

It was the touch of death.

"So...where am I going this time? Western Europe?"

The woman's voice drew her attention back, and the man raised his eyebrows: "No."

"where is that?"

"Across the Ocean."

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Across the ocean, Commonwealth, New York.

"Still no news about Ophelia?"

"Yes."

"So who can tell me why it has developed to this point?" The man with half of his head bowed shook in the screen, and his palm kept turning in response to the words: "This thing is very simple, isn't it?"

"With all due respect, Mr. Gideon Malik."

Alexander Pierce in front of the screen interrupted: "Simple and easy are two different things. We just got rid of that difficult woman Peggy Carter more than half a year ago. Do you want us to sell a few more senators?"

"...Speaking of which."

Gideon Malik held up a finger and was silent for a while, then returned to his chair and sat down: "I have never figured out how she found these clues. Have you figured it out?"

"Unfortunately, no."

Pierce picked up a wine glass on the sofa: "We have summarized and analyzed the actions and plans in recent years, but we still can't confirm which link went wrong, so I suspect that the woman may have known about it many years ago. .”

"But she's retiring soon, isn't she?"

Another voice joined in, that of Baron Strucker in Germany: "The World Security Council has officially accepted Peggy Carter's resignation application. Considering her physical condition, we should be optimistic."

"Women are always fickle, Mr. Wolfgang."

Pierce chuckled instead: "You want to wait for her to die of old age? Peggy Carter has a way to live for a few more years. It just depends on whether she is willing to use it. Maybe she suddenly changed her mind?"

"I have to admit, you have a point."

Baron Strucker leaned forward and did not hide the slight mockery in his tone: "After all, Ophelia and I fought a battle not long ago, but it is a pity that she will not be able to continue to fight against me this time. "

"Cut the irrelevant talk, gentlemen."

Gideon Malik on the other side of the screen stood up: "No matter what, we will eventually fight together for Hydra's ultimate ideal. And we need a solution..."

"Right now."

Again.

Pierce frowned secretly.

To be honest, he never thought that the so-called "ideal" should be what Gideon Malick said, finding a way to go somewhere in the universe and welcome an "alien" back to be their king.

If this king is really that powerful...

How could it fail in the first place?

Pierce's idea actually represents a major faction of Hydra today. They are no longer loyal to the original purpose of the organization, but have turned to strengthening their own technological and military strength, taking all supernatural powers for their own use, otherwise they would rather destroy them.

The rulers of the new world can only be themselves.

Rather than being an alien.

If it had been, it would no longer be.

But now Gideon Malik has obtained a ticket to the World Security Council based on his family's accumulation over the years. Even if Pierce has other ideas, he can only choose to bow his head temporarily.

"In this case, we will use the old method."

Baron Strucker broke the silence: "The trouble Peggy Carter has brought us is getting bigger and bigger, especially this Raccoon City incident. We don't even dare to put our hands into it."

"No one is sure whether such a thing will happen again." Baron Strucker's monocular lens reflected a faint red light: "Face the reality, gentlemen, this problem deserves our priority more than Raccoon City."

"What about Ophelia?"

Pierce asked the question, he wanted to finally confirm the attitude of the leaders.

"What else can be done?"

Baron Strucker's expression did not change: "The Umbrella Group is about to be finished. As long as we make a little effort, we can wait to divide her 'legacy'. This is the best ending, and it is better than falling behind." It’s better to be in someone else’s hands.”

"Yes, after all, these are the rules of the game."

Gideon Malik nodded and sealed the fate of the Umbrella Group with one blow. If Mrs. Viper could still know this scene, I'm afraid she wouldn't have any complaints, because this is really the rule of the game...

She herself had done it countless times.

"OK then."

Pierce nodded and looked at Baron Strucker again: "Then continuing the topic of Peggy Carter, what do you think?"

"I do."

A smile appeared on Baron Strucker's old-fashioned face, and he stood up: "We have a chance to solve this problem once and for all. I have someone here..."

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Watson opened his eyes.

Michelle, who was beside her, moved her head and turned a dozen degrees outward. At this time, the Black Hawk helicopter was still flying in the sky, and the cabin was quiet. Ghost and Beltway, who had been bickering before, had fallen asleep.

In the entire plane, Watson and Siyan were probably the only ones with their eyes open.

Perhaps Michela should also be included.

Because this person may be pretending to sleep, and it is difficult for him to reveal it.

Watson has been carefully recalling Mrs. Viper's memory fragments just now, focusing on collecting information such as fund accounts and safe houses. It has to be said that Mrs. Viper still remembers these life-saving contents very deeply.

Therefore, Watson now controls most of her financial accounts, as well as many safe house facilities scattered around the world. But the problem is that for many accounts, money cannot be withdrawn by directly entering the account password.

Identity verification is an unavoidable hurdle.

Therefore, Watson also needs professionals to help deal with it. This can only be discussed later. The good news is that Mrs. Viper was not directly deemed dead, so although the Umbrella Group is finished, her private account and safe house are still retained.

If I regain the ability to mimic the Blacklight Virus in the future, maybe I can try pretending to be Lady Viper. I just don’t know how long it will take to do this?

Looking at the wine bottles rolling on the floor, Watson lost his mind in boredom.

The farce from just a few minutes ago was impressive.

The ghost yelled that he wanted to pee, so Beltway opened the door of the helicopter and asked him to do what he wanted. At that time, the plane was passing a huge lake, and then this guy really tied a safety rope around his waist and took a dip in the lake below.

He was so excited that he howled.

Said something like I peed on the federal guy's head.

Not long after the shouting, Luper took out her M9 pistol, and a bullet flew past the source of the water column. The ghost was so frightened that she was covered in cold sweat, and she sat in the cabin without daring to say a word again.

At this time, the liaison officer arranged by Captain Dugan sent a communication.

"MX-279, repeat, MX-279, tanker on waypoint N4."

"receive."

Siyan pressed the communication button, then straightened the fuselage and began to rise, his movements were as skillful as an old pilot. I don’t know where she learned these skills, but she can even master such difficult operations as helicopter aerial refueling.

Things in the cabin shook.

The rising fuselage encountered turbulence in the airflow. The three men opposite Watson did not raise their heads and continued to sleep separately. On the contrary, Michela next to her touched Watson's left arm at the waist. At the moment of contact, Watson keenly felt the other person twitching.

Watson looked at Michelle, who was the only one still wearing a mask on the entire plane.

Why doesn't she want to take it off?

Could it be because his face was injured?

Watson could not think of any other reason that could reasonably explain Michela's inexplicable reaction. He thought about it carefully, and if it was really because of the facial injury, then most of Michela's previous actions would indeed become much more logical.

He couldn't help but start thinking about a question:

Why doesn’t Michela want her face to be seen?

If you think about it more superficially, people who love beauty always don’t want others to see their bad side. This ‘other’ can even be everyone. For men and women who are somewhat obsessed with their image, there are not a few who wear masks when going out after losing their image.

Especially some of the more serious ones, they may not want to scare others.

But Watson felt that this reason was not valid.

Have none of the members of the Wolf Pack team seen Michela’s face? This possibility is really unlikely. Although he and Michela haven't seen each other for many years, the basic relationship is still there, and aren't they going to be teammates in the future?

Watson knew very well that he joined the Wolf Pack team because he came to Michela. He wanted to understand what happened to her and find out the truth about the changes in the Heinzwafen family. The other members of the Wolf Pack team should also be aware of Watson's motives.

So why did Michela do this?

Unknowingly, Watson had been staring at the opponent for a while.

He is not the type with low emotional intelligence. After all, there are no cross-dressing men with low emotional intelligence. Otherwise, how would he seduce men? A series of thoughts had gradually deduced the answer, but this answer made him feel uneasy.