The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

It only took Nisha two days to track down the little guy. He didn't hide his whereabouts at all and lived in a high-end hotel in the Hammer Forge District. Facts proved that Watson's original speculation was correct. This guy really used communication equipment to contact Baron Otto. Even now, November 11, he has not left the house for most of the week.

I called several call girls one after another.

Miss Watson got angry at the thought of this guy.

We have to find a chance to kill him.

boom!

The L42A1 sniper rifle made a sound, and the 7.62mm bullet flew forward and hit the fixed target 1 km away accurately. As the spoils of Madame Viper's raid on the stolen goods den, this gun was first sent to the arms black market for three modifications, and then lay in the armory. It was not until today that it finally got the opportunity to be used.

They replaced the barrel, removed the mechanical sights, and installed a higher-magnification optical sight, spent thousands of pounds, and got back a toy with less-than-ideal long-range accuracy - but this was only measured by modern sniper standards. At least with Miss Watson's marksmanship, she would not miss a human-shaped fixed target at this distance.

However, she chose high-precision sniper bullets.

All I can say is that the British really love their Lee-Enfield rifle, and the history of the corresponding modification service providers is even longer than that of the Federal M1911 pistol series.

“It’s really impressive!”

Someone around me sighed, "I haven't seen anyone achieve this kind of results with it in a long time."

"You believe it now, don't you, Sir Chawton?"

Peggy Carter put down the telescope and smiled at the fat old man on the side: "I said this girl is a very accurate shooter."

boom!

Miss Watson fired the last bullet, and after confirming that she had hit the target, she patted her clothes and climbed up with the gun on her shoulder. She had been busy recently and had not visited old lady Peggy for a long time, so Miss Watson took a few days to accompany her to visit friends and relax. At Peggy's age, the friends she could still visit were naturally elderly people, such as the one in front of her, who could only be pushed around in a wheelchair.

However, in comparison, Peggy Carter actually has more old comrades in the Federation. After all, after meeting Captain America Steve Rogers, she basically mixed into the circle of the Federation Army. If Captain America had not lost his trace while chasing the Red Skull, Peggy Carter might have been more than just the director of S.H.I.E.L.D. in the Federation.

And it is not appropriate to call her an old lady anymore.

After adjusting the maid's skirt, Miss Watson looked at Peggy Carter who was chatting and laughing with Sir Chawton.

The serum literally made her a dozen years younger.

She looks like a lady in her sixties, with a well-maintained figure and skin, so much so that calling her "old lady" feels a bit too old. At this stage, Ms. Peggy has one foot back into the age of still having charm. Miss Watson has no doubt that if she puts on makeup and stands at the ball, she will definitely attract the attention of many old gentlemen in London with Union Jacks.

"Honey? Come here!"

Hearing Peggy's greeting, Miss Watson walked over with a gun in hand: "Dear Ms. Peggy, no need to praise me anymore, thank you."

"Hahahahaha!!!"

Sir Chawton slapped his thigh and laughed heartily without any manner. The servants around him looked at each other in bewilderment. Their hot-tempered master was rarely so happy.

"I envy you, Peggy, you know that?" The fat old man trembled as he took out a cigar from his arms. "My good-for-nothing children have rarely come back to see me since they moved out. I guess they will cry at my funeral and fight for my inheritance when I die in a few years."

"Don't say that..."

"Look at you. Haha, we haven't seen each other for many years. Last time, Gerry's incident... I'm sorry, I couldn't make it in time. I was still on the operating table..." The old man said, and suddenly pulled his hand back with force: "What am I talking about? Let's talk about you, kid. Your name is Watson, right?"

"Uh... um, yes." Miss Watson put down her gun, adjusted her skirt and sat down next to Peggy, looking like an elegant lady of nobility. She was wearing a light blue slim-fitting dress, paired with Martin boots, a wide-brimmed hat and a short-waisted jacket, exuding a strong youthful vitality.

The chest is too flat.

Only that pair of long legs can fully cover up this shortcoming.

"... not very talkative, but very obsessed with shooting."

Peggy was introducing Watson to the fat old man. The two had already discussed the new identity in advance: "I am also surprised by her talent. Maybe it's genetic."

"So don't be so modest, Peggy. Your marksmanship was ranked among the top three in the Howling Commandos." Sir Chadon recalled his youth. "I watched your shooting competition, remember? That bastard...what's his name? He came over and acted like an officer, and I told him--"

The fat old man coughed and said word by word: "Fxck you!"

After that, he burst into laughter again, and suddenly he started to cough violently. The fat on his neck was shaking, and he couldn't even hold the cigar steadily. Peggy quickly supported Sir Chatton and waved to the servants not far away to come over quickly: "Chatton! Are you okay?"

"Ahem... It's just an old problem, isn't it? There's no point in worrying." Sir Chatton hunched his back and continued to cough a few times before he recovered and waved his hand, asking the servant to retreat: "That's all I'll be like in my life. But you, Peggy, look like you can still charm a lot of majors."

"Come on, are you going to bring that up again?"

"Can you tell me about it?"

Miss Watson raised her hand as if she were asking a question to a student and flicked her hair by her ear. “Aunt Peggy never mentioned this to me before.”

"Hahahahahahaha!!!"

......

Half an hour later.

"Please get in, Aunt Peggy." Miss Watson stood next to a red SUV, opened the door and posed like a maid, and deliberately emphasized some words.

"Oh! All right Watson!"

Paige giggled and got in the car, "You're not going to let this go today, are you?"

"I don't mean anything else." Miss Watson went around to the driver's seat, but did not start the car. Instead, she leaned over to rub the shoulders of the woman in the passenger seat: "You must be tired, right? How about letting me relax you? Aunt Peggy, Mom."

"Ah - you little naughty boy." Peggy couldn't help it anymore. She smiled and hugged Miss Watson's head into her arms and pinched her ear: "We have agreed on this, right? If you really feel that I took advantage of you, I will apologize to you."

"No, I won't argue with you."

Miss Watson was still acting. She hummed in a serious manner, then reached out to turn the car key, then patted the steering wheel left and right: "Big cars are still more comfortable to drive."

"When Michelle bought a car, I said I would get you one too, but you refused. By the way, are you comfortable living in that house? I haven't visited you for a long time. How about we have dinner together next time when Sharon comes back? You are all young people, so keep in touch."

"Everything is fine." Miss Watson still remembered her girlfriend's comments on Sharon, the curious baby. Moreover, there was now a vampire in the house, which was not good for Peggy to see: "But you also know our previous occupations... Sharon should stay away from these things."

"You underestimate her a bit."

Peggy chuckled twice: "Let's stop by and buy some food on the way. Michelle might have just woken up, so we can bring her some. I don't mean to criticize you, Watson. Michelle is injured after all, and you are sometimes too harsh on her."

"Forehead......"

The steering wheel shook, and Miss Watson's mouth twitched: "That's right..."

"Come on, do you think I'm some old fogey?" Agent Carter had seen all sorts of situations, and this topic was not enough to embarrass her at all: "Don't think I don't understand you young people, Watson, you really should pay attention. What Michelle needs is love."

But she often asks for it on her own initiative...

Do I still have to say that I can't do it?

Miss Watson almost said this, and she blinked her eyes and tried to change the subject. The two of them bickered along the way, packed some food from a roadside pizza shop, and when the wheels drove into Carter Manor, it happened to be drizzling in the gray sky.

Michella wasn't even awake yet.

Miss Watson looked at the torn clothes on the carpet and was glad that she had sent Ms. Peggy to set the table in advance. Otherwise, if she had seen this scene, the young couple would not know where to put their faces. Slowly walking to the bed, Miss Watson stretched out her cold fingers and attacked her girlfriend's naked neck. Michelle grunted, half opened her eyes, and immediately closed them again, pulling the sheets to cover her entire head.

The finger continued to poke.

"Well... stop it..."

Someone began to beg for mercy.

"Dr. Heinzwafen, weren't you very impressive last night?"

"Yes...you win, let me go, I'll sleep for a while..."

"No, get up and eat."

"I want to sleep!"

——The volume increases.

"Have a meal!"

——Volume increased by 2.0.

In the past, Michelle would have obediently lifted the quilt at this time, but Dr. Heinzwafen seemed determined not to get up today, and continued to pretend to be dead under the quilt. Miss Watson would not tolerate her, so she kicked off her boots and jumped on the bed to pull, and soon, a scream was heard.

"Watson? Michelle?" Another voice suddenly interrupted, and Ms. Peggy appeared at the door: "Are you okay? I heard...oh..."

The two people who were fighting on the bed froze.

"Um, you guys... hehe..."

Peggy covered her mouth, but couldn't hide her laughter: "Sorry, I thought... I should go to the restaurant first and wait for you... to be ready before coming over, okay? I didn't mean it, don't be embarrassed! Young people, I understand..."

As she spoke, she pointed to the carpet and said, "See you later."

boom!

The door is closed.

"...Why don't you close the door!"

Michelle's face turned red, and she glared at the person under her and grabbed the neck.

"How dare you blame me?" Miss Watson glared back and raised her voice: "You had just gotten up early, so how could you have so much? Aa ...