The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

"Have I seen you somewhere?"

After some hesitation, Miss Watson decided to ask.

"I don't know your specific identity. If your confidentiality level is high enough, then you can indeed see my information." Captain Mustache also hesitated, but this "Steam Princess" was specially arranged by her superiors. Obviously there is no need to keep everything secret from her: "You can call me John, now tell me, what are you going to do?"

"I originally wanted to say that I wasn't prepared to deal with those reporters, but you just reminded me, so I changed my mind. I'm going to shoot those guys." Miss Watson told Captain John in her first sentence Frowning: "Wait a minute, you can't do this! They have nothing to do with this mission. Even if my people are in urgent need of surgery, they will not attack ordinary people."

"Have you ever encountered civilians in a war zone?"

Miss Watson put away her gun, turned around and supported the railing. As she leaned forward, her two snow-grey thighs slightly drew inward, showing a graceful curve: "The regulations usually tell you that if you encounter civilians who are in the way, A shot at them will drive them away, and I'm going to do that now."

"You mean threatening and driving away?"

John shook his head, his beard trembling: "I have thought about this method for a long time, but this is shooting at the crowd! There are patrol police inside, do you know what the result will be if you shoot out? The crowd will be like rats. With the same random running around, who can guarantee that there will be no accidental injuries? People have seen the patrol cordoning off the cordon, which represents the official background of this incident. Who knows where there are reporters squatting in the corner? If someone takes a picture of our people Shoot at civilians, and all today’s operational team members will become terrorists!”

After a pause, his voice began to be mixed with annoyance: "I will never allow this possibility!"

"What if I said I could do it?"

Miss Watson held her head: "And isn't that why you are looking for me? I don't look like a soldier at all. If I am photographed, you can just say that I am a robber or a terrorist. Anyway, there are many here." Aren't they armed personnel? Besides, if the situation is good, a few bullets can cause chaos in the crowd, and who will bother to take pictures then?"

The face in her image overlapped with the man in front of her, but she wasn't entirely sure yet, so she decided to test it out. Under the gazes of several people around him, John still frowned: "Madam, are you sure you want to do this? Do you know what this means? You are taking the responsibility on yourself."

"I can afford it."

With a chuckle, Miss Watson stepped up the stairs: "Don't worry, it's not you who fired the shot. When the time comes, just tell your superiors that I forced you to do it. Moreover, I hope you can trust my shooting skills." "

"...I'm sorry, ma'am, I can't do it." Captain John strode closely behind him. Although he was basically convinced, his brows did not loosen: "I admit that you use the pistol well. But the blockade is about 200 meters away from the club entrance, so you can't use a pistol to do this work."

"Then your eyes will be opened today."

Miss Watson came to the shooting range. The enemies in this area had been cleared by the soldiers, and most of the customers found were gathered here. Of course, the experienced John will definitely not let them run around. According to combat regulations, these customers are just like dangerous people, and their hands and feet are bound to restrict their movements until the mission is basically over.

The captured vampires were even worse.

Like a mad dog in a cage, it was muzzled and its limbs were tightly bound.

After walking around for a short while, Miss Watson saw the PSG-1 semi-automatic sniper rifle she had used in the morning. Fortunately, this thing is still in the shooting range, and it is very suitable for dealing with the current situation. On John's side, he also ended the entanglement. On the one hand, the injured soldier could not delay any longer; on the other hand, this woman's initiative to take responsibility was undoubtedly a good thing for him.

John had seen too many useless superiors, and he was well aware of the urinary nature of British government bureaucrats. Now that he had agreed to the plan, the man no longer hesitated, handed Miss Watson the communicator, and then arranged the specific details of the operation. About three minutes later, Miss Watson set up the PSG-3 on the top floor balcony and slowly pointed the gun at the blockade.

The scope revealed excited faces.

Whatever these reporters were thinking, they probably weren't really worried about the patrons in the club. Strictly speaking, the British government was quite eager for this operation. Although Mrs. Carter was also responsible for this, the fact that they arranged the attack plan in just half a day and used so many personnel was enough to show their attitude.

Of course, Miss Watson didn't care much about this personally.

After confirming the distance, wind speed, humidity and other data again, she put her index finger on the trigger and called John on the other end of the communicator: "This is the Steam Princess. I can shoot at any time. Are you ready?"

"Just waiting for your gun to go off."

"Okay, calibrate the shot."

boom!

Miss Watson fired the first shot.

"Execute the rescue plan! Dispatch! Hurry!" John's shout came from the earphones, and the reporters in the scope became commotion. The patrol officers reacted quickly and immediately ducked down to find cover when they heard the gunshots. Miss Watson's bullet was aimed at the police car's tire, and sparks burst out from the side of the wheel hub, proving that her fine-tuning and calculations were completely correct.

boom--!

With the second gunshot, Captain John, wearing a black hood, huddled by the window on the second floor. Through the telescope, he saw a camera mounted on a tripod tilted, and a large hole was clearly exposed in the lens area. Before he could say "That's a good shot," two more shots were fired from upstairs. The group of reporters finally panicked and fled in a hurry. The screams could be heard even here.

It's really mice running around.

There were at least 30 people present, and the whole place was in complete chaos, making John extremely nervous. But then he saw the second camera being hit. The "Steam Princess" seemed not to be disturbed at all. Another bullet knocked the lens of that camera away.

Although they were hiding everywhere, many reporters were still sticking to their posts, pointing their cameras in the direction of the club. Miss Watson saw someone adjusting the focus of the lens, probably trying to find out who was shooting. As a colleague in his previous life, he was very aware of the shortcomings of this thing. The cameras in the 90s were large and heavy, and their mobile shooting performance alone was incomparable with those of future action cameras.

It always has to stop.

Sure enough, a reporter carrying a camera squatted beside the car, and then exposed his head and neck desperately so that he could continue filming. A few seconds later, a bullet accurately penetrated the lens, penetrated the fuselage, and destroyed all the components it touched. Unlike cameras, the viewfinder of a camera is usually mounted on the left side, which prevents the user from placing his or her head directly behind the camera body.

Seeing the unlucky guy in the scope throw away the machine and turn around to run away, Miss Watson quickly shifted the gun and launched an attack on the fourth target. In previous observations, she had clearly seen the number and equipment of this group of reporters, and even remembered their approximate location after they fled. After 9 rounds of bullets were fired, the tentacles were already ready and immediately replaced with a new 10-round magazine.

After several shots were fired, a van drove in from the side of the club.

The unmarked ambulance arranged by John was about to arrive, and Miss Watson began to suppress the fire. She shot a reporter when she saw him coming. To be honest, it is indeed difficult to deliberately miss the target, but the effect is remarkable. It is difficult for normal people to stay rational when bullets hit them. None of the unlucky guys who have been taken care of by her currently dare to raise their heads again. .

Miss Watson even achieved a new achievement tonight.

She knocked a pair of glasses off a man's face.

"Go! Go! Hurry up!"

Following John's cry, the ambulance received the injured and stepped on the accelerator to rush out, even knocking over an unlucky police car that was acting as a roadblock.

boom! boom! boom! boom--!

"It's done."

After emptying the fourth magazine, Miss Watson went downstairs with the gun in hand and met John's complicated eyes. During the entire shooting process, he was not the only one watching. The soldiers took turns reporting the shooting results on the communication channel, but Miss Watson was extremely focused at the time and blocked her hearing to a large extent.

"how did you do that?"

John glared at her and couldn't help it after all: "I admit that I underestimated you before. I have never seen anyone who can fight like this. You don't have to be modest. I am a sniper myself. I understand how difficult it is. You even hit a reporter’s camera on the chest from the side. If that was the only one, I would think you were just lucky, but you fired 40 times. God, you are still a woman..."

"Well..."

Miss Watson shrugged: "You should understand now why my identity is kept secret."

"...makes sense."

The man took a deep breath and walked downstairs first: "Thank you for your help, but now we have to focus on the task, don't forget that there is a hostage crisis downstairs."

On the way downstairs, John took the initiative to introduce the details. As expected, the leader of the hostage-taking was the manager Bostian. In addition, the other party also relied on the heavy weapons stored in the club's arsenal to suppress the soldiers in one fell swoop. If they wait a few more hours, follow-up reinforcements can completely crush these enemies, but there are still important hostages inside, which forces John to speed up his action.

He has been warned.

The families of the hostages are putting pressure on the government, which has led to differences among the decision-makers: some want to be cautious and let John stabilize the scene at the front, and then reorganize people, formulate plans, and solve the problem in the safest way; People advocated a quick resolution and rescued the people as soon as possible to avoid another incident on the robbers' end.

John clearly leans toward the second option.

Although this means taking on responsibilities and risks, the initiative and command are still in his hands, and he is confident of solving this emergency.