The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

"You all right ma'am?"

Two security guards surrounded Jessica, and two others held down the struggling mall thief, who had been hit in the face by two punches from Ms. Drew and was in a state of misfortune with a broken nose and bleeding profusely. Jessica noticed that a crowd had begun to gather around her, so she quickly thanked the security guards and headed for the exit without looking back.

This episode did not delay her for too long. At 3 p.m., Ms. Drew showed up at the door of Benson Collins on time. After chatting with agent Frey in the reception room, Lawyer Old Bert, who had not been seen for a while, pushed the door open in a black suit, and he looked visibly excited.

It was made as if he was the one performing on the stage.

However, for Jessica, this familiar business office environment only made her sleepy.

You know what, this sofa is very comfortable.

Seven or eight people were negotiating in the reception room, but Jessica, who was sitting next to lawyer Old Bert, was distracted. Even though this was her first time to perform on TV, and it was several levels better than performing in a band on the streets and at small parties in her previous life, Ms. Drew still didn't have much in mind to think about it.

Otto Wilmitz is like a poisonous snake hiding in the house.

He has the ability to crush him to death, but he can't be found. He comes out from time to time to disgust people and poses a fatal threat to other family members. However, the King's Tavern Apartment was used to lure Otto into the trap... I should have listened to Michela's advice and put some bolt bombs in the weapon room and bedroom... Well, no, what if Wowo accidentally blows it up? There were originally traps installed, but in order to protect this little rascal, they were gradually removed a while ago.

Well, at least it's willing to use the litter box, right?

Jessica propped her chin up and tried hard to recall the happy time she had with her pet cat last night.

Isn't this much more interesting than thinking about that stinky old man Otto?

Hiss... I can't help it, I want to pet the cat.

Now let's go back...

"Jesse?"

Old Bert's call forced Ms. Drew to come back to her senses: "Hmm?"

"I just read the contract, there's nothing wrong with it."

The private lawyer handed over a document full of annotations: "I have highlighted the key clauses, please take a look."

"Oh, good."

After patiently reading the contract, Jessica quickly signed it, ending the imprisoned meeting. Many details of the cooperation had already been negotiated and finalized by agent Frey, and now it was just for her and lawyer Old Bert to formally confirm. Fortunately, everything went smoothly.

This is definitely thanks to another partner of the agency, Deckard Benson, and his father who works at a record company. The two of them acted as matchmakers in this collaboration and put in a lot of effort - mainly because Deckard himself cared about it very much. He and his agent Frey had the same idea, which was to kick off Hot Wave Records after the album's success.

After all, it is just a local British record company with limited strength.

The duo has also wasted a few years in the industry, and it is clear that they are not the type to live a negative life after being hit by reality. Even if the artists they signed in the past were not very popular, as long as they get an opportunity like Jessica Drew, their ambitions will immediately be revived.

To some extent, the same is true of private attorney Bert Morgan.

For Jessica, Deke Benson's presence is really low, and the number of times they met and talked in detail is no more than 10. It's a pity that after discovering Baron Otto's whereabouts, Ms. Drew is now busy catching the bad old man and ensuring the safety of Michelle and Nisha, and is somewhat passive about the album.

Not to mention whether it will be a hit when it is released in January, even if it sells out in the UK and the stock is running out, she won't have the energy to prepare the next one in the short term.

Oh, the most annoying thing is that I have to do publicity and promotion.

In the future, there will be more TV show performances and live performances of this kind.

I can't completely ignore it because I signed the contract.

Ms. Drew suddenly felt that Otto came at a wrong time, especially since he was threatening the lives of the band members, including drummer Lucia, keyboardist Maurice, rhythm guitarist Miller, bassist Old Joe... They had been getting along so well until now, and it couldn't be said that they had no feelings for each other at all.

This was done to protect Michela and Nisha, so Ms. Drew had to have a few friends around her to attract Baron Otto's attention. Now that things had come to this, Jessica had to admit that she really didn't want to make sacrifices because of this kind of thing.

They are innocent people. Even if they are ordinary people, if I start a war with Otto on the street... Well, I have been Spider-Woman for too long, and some of my thoughts have ingrained into my mind.

After paying the taxi fare, Jessica walked into the King's Tavern Apartments with her bag on her back.

The short-haired cat Daidai came over meowing again.

"Want to find Wowo again?"

Jessica picked it up and rubbed it: "Why are you still thinking about the little female cat when you don't even have balls?"

Dai Dai whimpered a few times in grievance.

"Okay, I won't care if Wowo beats you up."

Carrying the short-haired cat upstairs, Ms. Drew opened the door of Room 3309 and saw a letter lying quietly on the carpet at the entrance.

Well, I haven’t even become popular yet but I already have crazy fans.

"Go."

Throwing Dai Dai to the floor, Jessica sat on the sofa holding the envelope, opening it while muttering, "Dear Jessica~~~~Dear Jessica~~~~Ha, as expected."

Signed Otto Wilmitz.

The first sentence at the beginning was not wrong: Dear Jessica.

Jessica was so disgusted that she felt little tentacles on her back. She twitched her lips and continued to read. She glanced at two more lines and decisively closed the letter, mixing it with the pile of photos on the table. These things came from the little guy last time. To be honest, they took good pictures. They should have been taken from other photographers.

Or maybe he hired a photographer to take pictures of himself. In this simple employment relationship, there is no need to tell the other party the specific reason, so there is no movement in the spider sense.

On the other side of the living room, the little black cat Wowo had just beaten Dai Dai and jumped onto his owner's lap to act like a spoiled child. The touch of a layer of jeans made Jessica a little uncomfortable. She had long been accustomed to lying naked on the sofa, but once a man sat on this place, she stopped her subtle little habit.

Otherwise just replace it later.

It’s pretty old anyway…replace the carpet too!

Ms. Drew felt more and more uncomfortable, so she grabbed WoWo and started kissing him. It turned out that petting a cat was the most comfortable thing.

The little black cat was not feeling well, and jumped off the carpet to chase Dai Dai and bite her. The two little things chased each other in the room, which was very lively. However, compared with their first meeting, it seems that their relationship is much better now. It's a pity that Wowo is still very wary of humans other than its owner, and even Michella has not been able to touch it so far - although Dr. Heinzwafen doesn't care about this at all.

Time flies and it's already midnight.

It started raining again in the night sky.

Every night in London is not very peaceful. Not to mention the social activities of the Union Jack nobles, ordinary citizens have not yet completely escaped from the lively nightlife. Compared with the bars, the British Museum is particularly quiet during closing time. However, the security guards did not expect that a gunman would break in again tonight.

It’s been less than 5 months since the last big robbery!

Bang bang bang!

A few bullets that hit the scalp scared off the police.

Watson kicked the door open and fired two more shots at the end of the corridor. Hearing the floating cloak tied into a big bag on the back feasting, he climbed up to the roof at a faster speed and retreated according to the planned route. Compared with the last time, the museum's security force and measures were not improved at all this time, and were even worse.

Probably influenced by the robbery, many security guards turned and ran away immediately when they saw Watson, the robber, draw his gun. It’s not that no one tried to lock him in the exhibition hall, but these brave unlucky guys basically had to stay in the hospital for a few months. Anyway, Watson’s zero-dollar shopping action was not hindered much.

The only trouble is the police.

Oh, and there are also desperate reporters.

My luck is quite bad tonight. A news helicopter happened to be in the airspace nearby, so it is still chasing me.

"Get the job done, partner!"

After flipping open the manhole cover and jumping into the sewer, Watson released two tear gas canisters on the spot, and the levitating cloak immediately returned to its original state. After the owner cleaned up the remains of the cultural relics, it carried him along the sewer at an accelerated speed. Although the cloak has a maximum speed of only a hundred kilometers, it is highly flexible, and with the buffering ability of the black light body, it disappeared in a few twists and turns in the passage.

Watson, who had done something big tonight, had no psychological fluctuations. Like a robot, he followed the scheduled route, turned into the subway, and headed straight to Chiswick. Of course, Michelle was informed of the whole operation, but when Watson stepped into the living room, a figure that surprised him appeared on the sofa: "Oh, you're back."

"It seems that you get along well with the owner of the house." Watson put down the bag of cultural relics and walked to the corner to put his weapons. The clothes and boot covers he used for the operation had already been disposed of. These guns were the most likely objects on him to expose suspicion.

"I'm glad you saw my efforts."

Nisha drank a mouthful of blood: "Did it go well?"

"It went smoothly, but I may not be sure about it next time. The British have to save face no matter what."

"You know I was talking about Otto, too."

"Otto?" Watson sat back on the sofa and listened to the sound of a woman taking a shower upstairs. "He sent me a letter today. The content is disgusting. Anyway, I didn't read it much. I'll save it for later use."

"He sounds very confident."

"I just thought I was sure." Watson lifted his shirt and reached into his belly where the tentacles were surging. He took out a few photos wrapped in film, removed the film and burned them with a lighter. "It was this guy who followed Otto's instructions and broke into the King's Tavern Apartment last time. Unfortunately, I secretly took a photo of him yesterday."

"Can you demonstrate it again?" Nisha was more concerned about what Watson had just done. She reached out to touch his belly. "Your stomach just burst? I've heard Michelle say that, but I really... It's amazing. What else can you fit into your body?"

“Anything that’s not too big will do.”

Watson shrugged. "A tactical communicator, a few magazines, a few pistols, C4 explosives and grenades. I even tried to swallow a stockless short-barreled shotgun, but that thing is still a bit too long... Wait, where are you touching?"

"What do you say?"