The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

The London street lights shrouded in light white fog appeared in the field of vision, and Watson easily bypassed several police officers on duty and entered the city. The end of the sky in the east only showed a trace of orange-red, the sun's body had not yet appeared, and the city below was still sleeping.

The cat's paw mark on the palm of his hand showed no signs of movement for the time being.

Stepping on the wall and running to the top of a tall building, Watson put away his Walkman and began to plan to play here for two days before contacting Master Wang. I'll go shopping later to see if I can meet the 'target' Black Cat wants, and use the few hundred pounds I have to eat some British specialties.

When he thought of this, Watson remembered the famous dark British dish - Starry Sky Pie.

Would anyone really make such a thing?

I have to ask Mrs. Carter later.

After another half an hour, Watson finally completed the life achievement of "watching the sunrise in the capital of the empire where the sun never sets". He then continued to bask in the sun for an hour, watching the number of passers-by on the street gradually increase, and finally decided to go downstairs. He landed in a remote alley, took out a hat from his pocket, and then walked onto the street. He found an old-looking little restaurant, sat down and ordered breakfast.

A spoonful of baked beans, a cup of coffee, plus egg yolk toast, crispy bacon and sausages, the white porcelain plate is full of cooked food. Watson stood the cello case beside him and spread his coat and hung it on the top, just to block the eyes from the street side. While eating, he paid attention to the picture playing on the TV.

Unsurprisingly, the news today is all about umbrella companies.

The scene of the tyrant wreaking havoc on the streets of Paris was shown again and again. From the time Watson ate the first piece of toast to the time he cleared away the last piece of bacon on the plate, the news channels had changed three times, but the hosts were all saying the same thing. thing.

"These damn scientists..."

The fat, bald boss muttered: "May God bless these poor people."

Noticing Watson's gaze, he turned around and saw that the plate was clean, and grinned: "You have a really good appetite! Great! Great!" After saying that, he clapped his hands.

Watson raised his head slightly and raised a finger: "Please have another round."

"Of course! No problem! No problem!"

The fat boss happily walked out from behind the counter and helped Watson wipe the table with a rag. At this time, he finally saw the other person's face clearly under the brim of the hat. Those beautiful light purple eyes made the man stunned for a few seconds, and then he returned his attention to cleaning the plate:

"With all due respect, sir, are you a star?"

"star?"

Watson took the fork out of his mouth and rolled his eyes a few times: "I can be regarded as... a star, but I have been out of date for a long time. It's been so long that no one knows me now."

Well, if you want to say 'Miss Watson', then I probably have a little bit of fame.

"Hehehe...you really know how to joke."

The fat boss cleared the plates with a smile, then stacked the empty coffee cups on top of them: "It's hard to be famous if you look like this! Just move this piano case away, and I'm sure a girl passing by will ask you for it." Number!"

Then his smile became a little narrow: "Boys will definitely have it too."

Watson chose to skip the topic and gave the other party a polite smile: "Thank you. By the way, do you have wine here?"

Ten minutes later.

"My daughter also studies art, but she majors in oil painting." There were several cans of Boddington beer on the table. The fat boss sat opposite Watson, grabbed a handful of French fries and stuffed it into his mouth, then drank another. Take a big sip of beer: "But I don't understand this. I have been running a restaurant for more than 20 years..."

Suitably satisfying the desire of the lonely middle-aged man to talk, Watson continued to get straight to the topic: "I really want to visit those historic schools. But as a tourist, I am still more interested in the legends here."

"legend?"

"For example..." He couldn't think of a suitable one for a while, so Watson simply brought up a relatively well-known historical figure in England: "For example, King Arthur! I heard that his soul would appear around the tomb late at night, and then hold up the The sword in the lake punishes evil! You know, we art people like to hear these things."

"Who did you hear this from?"

The fat boss burst out laughing: "King Arthur may not even exist! He is just a story spread by the monks. But I also understand that young people like to hear this..."

As he spoke, he leaned forward and his expression suddenly became serious: "But let's talk about this, there was a case some time ago!"

The chat box of the fat boss has been successfully opened. Whenever it comes to bragging and pretentiousness, many men’s ‘gossip level’ is actually no lower than that of women. The man in front of Watson had confidence shining in his eyes, as if he had really seen that scene:

"A man wearing heavy medieval armor!"

The fat boss wanted to see an expression of surprise on the face of the beautiful boy in front of him, but after waiting for a while he could only give up: "That macho man raised a two-handed sword and chopped down the underworld from beginning to end several times! Although the police have been trying to arrest him Stop him, but this man's body is not afraid of bullets, and he is so strong that he can split a police car in half with a sword blade!"

Medieval foot soldiers with two-handed swords?

Watson quickly recalled in his mind that this characteristic range was a bit broad, and DC or Marvel had produced characters of this type. What about Moon Knight, Black Knight, Shining Knight... These guys appeared together in ancient comics, but in modern times they have gradually become less popular. In hindsight, if Marvel hadn't taken a gamble with Robert Downey Jr. in 2008, the character of "Iron Man" might still be at the level of a second-tier hero.

Who could it be?

"Wait a minute, what is the dark street you just mentioned?"

"Black Street?"

Upon hearing this question, the expression on the fat boss's face quickly turned to disgust: "That's a stinky ditch where gangsters and gangsters gather. It's found in every city. Don't go there, or you'll be robbed of your things. Okay, I'm just afraid that some pervert will take a liking to your face."

"OK then."

Watson picked up a tissue and wiped his mouth: "Isn't that place nearby? I'm not familiar with the place, and I don't want to rush in."

......

After saying goodbye to the fat restaurant owner, Watson once again covered his face with a scarf and took to the streets.

It is indeed easier to deal with people if you are handsome, he sighed in his heart. Of course he was going to the underworld, but Watson had no intention of going there dressed like this. Carrying this huge violin case on his back is easy to remember, and it is best not to show up at the crime scene.

After a phone call to find out the location of the mercenary branch, Watson stopped a taxi directly. After saying the destination, he closed his eyes and fell asleep. He had said enough for today.

More than an hour passed.

boom!

A full-power rifle round penetrated the upper side of the bullseye, and the sound of gunfire echoed in the empty open-air shooting range. Watson took his eyes away from the M14's sight, grabbed a pager modified from a power strip next to him, and pressed a button. Not long after, several people appeared at the location of the target and began to rearrange the place that had been blasted by bullets.

After everyone disappeared from the sidelines, the pager buzzed briefly to indicate that shooting could continue.

This place is a shooting range for the mercenary branch, and it is claimed to be privately owned. Watson has been training at the shooting range until the afternoon. He plans to store the entire cello case, dress up in disguise, and meet the 'medieval vigilante' who may appear.

The gunfire continued like this until dusk.

Watson's results today were very good. At least using this sniper M14 rifle, he was able to hit all the fixed targets at about 500 meters. You must know that this is the effective range limit of the M4 carbine. However, the ballistics of small-caliber bullets and full-power rifle bullets are different after all, so he still has to find a chance to try those small-caliber rifles.

As the last rays of light fade from the sky, the biting cold returns - and this is not the coldest time of year in Great Britain. But this is not a problem for Watson. The body of the black light virus does not need to be kept warm at minus ten degrees.

...Maybe it’s not necessary even in the poles? Watson had not tried this, and decided to find an icehouse to test it next time. At this time, Watson was wearing the standard operational uniform of the Wolf Pack team, which was actually not much different from the general SWAT uniform, but he still purchased some additional equipment to cover it up.

After a few steps on the roof, Watson took off his feet and ran towards the dark street.

The neon lights and car lights of the city below are mixed together, and people's nightlife has obviously just begun. Occasionally he would slow down on the eaves and look at the men and women talking and laughing loudly below. This kind of life actually happened often in the place where Watson lived in his previous life, and he himself participated in it several times.

In the end, Watson realized that if the purpose was not to develop a relationship between a man and a woman, or to have a one-night stand, it would be better to stay in front of the computer and play games. At least this approach can help him relieve work stress better than getting drunk. The strange thing was that while those people who went to the bar every now and then were still having fun every night, he, a boring otaku, had died suddenly first.

Looking away from the pair of ambiguous-looking men, Watson picked up his running speed again.

The scenery in front of me gradually became a little different.

The dilapidated building exterior, pink lighting tones, unsightly human body murals, men and women in provocative clothing, and crowds of people wandering on the narrow walkways all tell Watson that he has arrived in the red light district. Obviously, these places filled with primitive human desires have always been inseparable from gang members from ancient times to the present.

The fat boss hates this: this is the most commonly used 'tourist trap'.

There are only a few walls between this place and the black street. Those tourists who are targeted for excessive display of wealth here may be tied to the black street by sap after having fun, and every penny on them will be washed away. .

It’s no wonder that the ‘medieval vigilante’ chose this place to attack.

Let's see if this guy comes today.

Sitting on the eaves, Watson began to rethink an issue, that is, the motivation of the black cat. This vigilante is likely to have traveled in from an outside dimension, just like the 'Clockwork Man', and does not belong to the local Marvel world. If the death of all 'outsiders' can benefit the black cat, then does it mean that good and evil no longer matter to it?

in other words.

Batwoman Bruce Wayne is also a member of the Outsiders. Is Black Cat also interested in her? If the other party was drawing the souls of outsiders, then Watson would have to think of the heads of some gods.

What god can steal a soul? Or from the hands of one of the founding gods, ‘Lady Death’? Wait, are the souls of outsiders under the jurisdiction of Lady Death? Or... is the Black Cat related to Lady Death?

Suddenly, a burning sensation came from the palm of my hand.