The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

Friday night, January 1999, 1.

Northeastern Bosnia and Herzegovina, Vesano region.

Bang!

The wheels rolled over several bullet holes on the dirt road, and even with the shock absorption performance of this military jeep, it was forced to shake from side to side. The luggage in the back seat clanged, but Ophelia in the passenger seat looked calm, stroking a specially modified SVU in her hand. This bullpup sniper rifle was improved on the basis of the former Soviet Union's SVD. At first glance, it looks like a bullpup version of the SVD, but including the magazine, only about 40% of the parts of the two can be used in common.

Fortunately, this Soviet-made PSO scope is still very classic.

"Look at all this building debris, it's like the shells were falling yesterday."

An old acquaintance was sitting in the driver's seat. It was Salazar, the middleman who introduced Deathstroke to the Albanian Illyrian gang. The old white man held a cigarette in his mouth and glanced at the rearview mirror. "The Dayton Peace Agreement at the end of 1995 did end the war, but it could not eliminate the conflicts between ethnic groups, especially in border areas like Visanico."

"You said before that the Croats, Muslims and Serbs are all here to support us?"

"Exactly."

Salazar threw the cigarette butt out of the window. "So people die here every day, ma'am. I don't know what you are doing here, but you seem to be quite capable. I hope I can see you alive next time... Hey, I worked on a job before. It was a big guy in heavy armor. He was definitely suitable for this place, but unfortunately he never answered my calls."

Got it, Death Knell.

There is only one SIM card left on the phone he used to contact you.

Da da da! ! !

Just then, a burst of gunfire was heard in the distance.

"That's it, hehe." Salazar laughed and pointed to the body hanging on the dead tree by the roadside: "Welcome to Visanico."

Soon, the jeep drove to a small dirt slope.

"Are you sure it's here?"

"Yes."

"Well, ma'am, good luck to you." Salazar stepped on the accelerator, and the jeep slid down the dirt slope and soon disappeared into the night. Mrs. Viper took out a telescope and observed the dilapidated factory area in front of her carefully. That place was Baron Otto's base, and she could see that there were still many soldiers on duty.

All Soviet-made weapons.

If you don’t know, you might think it’s the Russian version of the Hydra Leviathan organization.

As a border area, Vesano, due to its special population structure and political environment, relied on local coal mines to carry out industrial construction, and gained a golden period of development, forming a town of considerable size.

However, in the early 90s, the dramatic changes in Eastern Europe indirectly intensified the conflicts among ethnic groups in the country, which further developed into a civil war. At the same time, accompanied by military intervention from neighboring countries and other external forces, Visanico's already fragile development ecology was eventually completely destroyed.

Although the civil war was basically over by the end of 1995, given its status as the largest local war in Europe since World War II, and the fact that it included many genocide crimes that the authorities are still unwilling to acknowledge, it will obviously take a long time for the chain reaction to subside in such a remote region.

After all, too many people died.

A blood feud will not disappear because of a piece of paper.

The large population loss after the war resulted in many vacant houses in Visanico. Even those buildings that were in danger of collapse due to artillery bombardment became the only shelter for many refugees. As for the houses with relatively intact structures, of course they did not have a chance to think about them - as long as the environment deteriorated, whoever had the bigger fist would have the final say.

It is only natural that gangs grow and spread.

Or to look at it from another perspective, a considerable number of gangs, which are mainly composed of defected soldiers from the civil war, genocide war criminals and extremely violent elements, are no different from terrorist organizations.

As for whether the government is in charge...

If they had this ability, would they be able to start a civil war?

Retracting her thoughts, Ophelia refocused her attention on the factory area ahead. She had observed for a few minutes before and found that the discipline of the guards outside was not very good. The memory fragments showed that most of the guards outside were outsourced, locals who were just making a living, and were used as cover by a small number of Hydra members mixed in.

But the real elite force can only be reached by going deeper.

She quickly planned a route to approach. The memory fragments of Baron Otto fully improved Ophelia's familiarity with the area, and the whole process was smooth. Under the cover of darkness, Ophelia was wearing a dark camouflage combat uniform, and her movements were hidden in the shadows of the woods. Even though she was carrying several boxes of luggage, she did not trigger any alarm.

That’s it.

After knocking out two guards who were slacking off, she opened the door of a tool room and hid the luggage and the tied-up people inside.

The SVU sniper rifle also stayed there.

In addition to the necessary tactical equipment, a few daggers and a small amount of bullets, Ophelia only had a 9mm caliber (9x19mm) Glock and a .8 caliber (357x9mm) Colt Python revolver with an 33-inch barrel. This thing is purely her personal taste, with complicated red rose patterns carved on the oak grips on both sides and corresponding patterns on the custom gun body.

Especially the barrel of the gun, which had a snake wrapped around it.

The custom-made cost several thousand pounds.

With light equipment and the help of memory fragments, the difficulty of infiltration dropped sharply. Lady Viper gradually approached the southwest side of the factory area, where the real Hydra soldiers were stationed. Searchlights and machine gun sentries were standard equipment. In addition to military jeeps, you can occasionally see a few BTR armored personnel carriers. It belongs to a military base.

More goods are hidden underground. Baron Otto widened the underground mines and passages of the coal factory and turned them into arsenals and hideouts. However, the weapons in this stronghold are more for self-protection. In the past, when doing arms trade, Otto mainly adopted the manufacturer's delivery and transit mode - a benefit exclusively enjoyed by white gloves.

The reason they dare to play like this is, of course, because Hydra's organization and discipline are far above the passing line. So the villains also have their advantages. These guys are so united when doing bad things.

I just don't know if the business is going well now?

Before Baron Otto was killed, he still had two orders to complete. The old man couldn't hold back and dropped his work to sneak to London to capture Spider-Woman.

Once he left, the main affairs of the base were thrown to his deputy Zachary Patloff.

This is also the person Ophelia is looking for on this trip.

After reaching the edge of the mine, she avoided the heavily guarded elevator area and walked vertically down from the most remote corner. With the cover of darkness, she flexibly bypassed everyone's sight on the pit wall. As she went deeper into the mine, Ophelia had to move more cautiously. She crawled slowly along the upper wall, but due to the height of some passages, she could not be completely hidden.

Soon a Hydra soldier became unlucky. Although Ophelia did not kill him, she knocked him out with a punch.

“…That’s not something we’re considering.”

A male voice faintly came into my ears: "Then what do you want me to do? He is just temporarily unreachable, can't we continue to execute according to the contract? This kind of handover does not require the Baron to come forward, you can do whatever you need to do, at least let's get this done first, otherwise do you still want money to pay your salaries?"

Yes.

Voice of Zachary Patloff.

After dealing with the two guards at the door, Ophelia stuck to the door and carefully eavesdropped on what was happening in the conference room.

As expected, people in the conference room were discussing the two orders.

Recalling the scenes of Baron Otto's usual meetings, Ophelia checked her equipment and walked in through the door without even drawing her gun: "Gentlemen."

The people sitting around the square table stopped talking.

They all turned their heads to look at the tall woman in dark camouflage combat uniform. Her bright red hair was very conspicuous under the light, and her eyes were hidden in the shadows, slightly oozing outward with coldness. But once their eyes touched the red lips below, this feeling disappeared and turned into charm.

"Who are you?" Zachary was a tall, white man with a buzz cut and several scars running from the top of his head to the sides of his face. He looked like a tough guy. "How did you get in?"

"I come......"

Mrs. Viper took two steps closer, and her green eyes finally appeared under her gorgeous red hair: "Inherit Otto Wilmitz."

"what?"

Zachary was stunned for a moment, then frowned: "You mean the Baron? You know him? Where is he?"

"He's dead. I killed him." Ophelia scanned the faces in front of her one by one. "Were you worried about the arms orders and subsequent wages? I guess so. The old guy didn't arrange things well when he went to London. He will never come back. Now this place belongs to me."

"...You?" Zachary sneered, stopped his men from reaching for their guns, and walked around the table to Ophelia: "You killed the Baron? Just you? What evidence do you have?"

Ding!

A key was thrown over.

The sturdy man's sneer froze on his face. Ophelia continued, "It's a special safe for paying salaries, right? I guess you've already emptied it, but the money inside is only enough for three months' salary. Regardless of whether the Baron is still here or not, he can't be contacted at the moment, so you can only find a way to keep the base running."

"So what?" Zachary took two steps forward and looked down at the hot red-haired woman. "I'll assume you really did it, but do you think that if you kill the baron and sneak in here to make a declaration, I will obediently recognize you as my new boss?"

"Oh, Zachary, Hydra's great goal requires everyone to work together." Ophelia raised her face, her green eyes shimmering with undisguised murderous intent: "But this cause does not lack you alone, do you understand what I mean?"

"you--"

Zachary wanted to say something, but his throat seemed to be strangled by an invisible hand.

He widened his eyes, staggered back two steps, and hit the table with his back, making a noise. Several men around him reacted quickly and immediately drew their guns and pointed them at Ophelia, but she put on a charming smile at the muzzle of the gun and raised her hands high in surrender.

"Ah - cough cough cough cough cough!!!!" Under the astonished gaze of several of his men, Zakari's facial features began to bleed, and the exposed skin quickly turned blue and purple. Then he dug his throat open and the sore spread from there.

In just over half a minute, the strong man was unrecognizable and completely lifeless.

"I suggest you all stay away from him, bad boys."

Seeing that no one was shooting at her, Ophelia put down her hands, slowly stepped forward and stepped on Zachary's thick chest: "Look at you, you don't have to worry about orders and wages anymore, right?"

There was a brief silence for a few seconds until one of them felt a bloody nose.

"Fxck! What did you do?!"

He glanced at Zachary, whose body was covered in ulcers, and almost lost control of his gun: "Hey! What did you do to us?!"

After she shouted, several of her companions immediately noticed something was wrong with them. They were all bleeding from their noses. Even if they were slow to react, they should have understood what was going on. One of them reached out to touch the intercom, but was immediately hit on the forehead by a flying knife from Ophelia: "I hate men who don't listen."

The calm tone was like a statement.

This was indeed a statement, but combined with her emerald green eyes, the red-haired woman before him seemed to be the embodiment of a venomous snake, beautiful yet deadly - and she certainly proved her lethality.

"Everyone put their guns down."

Ophelia looked at the few people left in the conference room and said, "I won't say it a second time. Whoever obeys my orders will live."

clang!

With their lives at stake, several people reacted quickly and in unison slammed their guns onto the table.

"Very good." Ophelia's body's tentacles surged, and a string of antidote injections half a finger thick moved along her right arm, quickly to the palm, and finally to each fingertip. The tiny needles passed through the skin, and it was impossible to detect them in the shadows. Of course, given the state of the unlucky guys in the conference room, they definitely didn't have the energy to observe.

"Who will shake my hand first?" Mrs. Viper sat at a corner of the table, crossed her legs, and showed off her seductive body curves. She looked at the men around her who were constantly wiping blood, and smiled as she stretched out her right hand: "It's just a normal handshake. Don't be in a hurry. Come one by one. I will forgive you after I shake your hand. By the way...don't hesitate to give your blood."

"Oh yeah, introduce yourself."

The woman opened her mouth and stuck out a forked tongue, licking her fingertips: "I am Ophelia Sarkistan, you can call me...

Madame Viper."