The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

After the nosebleed stopped, several small leaders looked at Mrs. Viper with fear in their eyes. They had no idea when the other party had poisoned them, and it was just a moment of shaking hands. They felt a stinging pain on the skin contact surface, and then the bleeding symptoms on their bodies stopped quickly.

"It's full of the taste of sin, I like this taste." Ophelia's tongue was entangled on her fingertips. Perhaps it should not be called a human tongue, but a snake tongue. The scarlet forked front end was as flexible as an octopus tentacle, which made the men around her brows twitch.

Compared to Baron Otto, this Ophelia Sarkistan is obviously not an ordinary human being.

Just like Arachne who once stayed with Baron Otto.

Several of the small leaders present had seen the terrifying fighting power of Arachne. Hydra didn't talk too much about other things except the lofty ideal. Strength was the right to speak. Either you had a strong fist or a good brain. Isn't that how it has always been? Otherwise, everyone in the organization would have some bad intentions. Who would be willing to let someone around them succeed?

Since they are both superhumans, it becomes easy to accept that Madame Viper takes over the organization.

What's more, she is not only strong in combat, but also smarter than Arachne.

Thinking of this, a man looked down on Zachary, who lost his life because of his hasty behavior, and took the initiative to nod and bow to Ophelia: "So...Mrs. Viper, what do you want?"

"...I've changed my mind. Call me Madam."

"Good lady."

"Before that... I'm a person who has a sense of ceremony, gentlemen." Ophelia took out a flower she picked on the road from her arms, then pulled her legs together and stood up on the square table. Although not as scary as Spider-Woman's height of over 1.8 meters, she was 1.75 meters tall, so she was still impressive enough when she sat on the table.

Several petals fell down her waist, and the eyes of the men around her were all focused on Mrs. Viper. Although they didn't understand her intention, the new leader didn't seem to mind showing off her body curves. However, no one dared to get too close, as they all witnessed Zachary's miserable death.

This is a real poisonous snake!

"Alright gentlemen."

Under the men's gaze, Ophelia stepped down from the table, held the Colt Python revolver at her waist and walked to the door, quietly cocking the hammer: "Each of you take a petal and hold it next to your ear, either side is fine, but you have to let me see it, okay? Besides, I don't want to see anyone moving."

"Good lady."

"Yes, ma'am."

A total of 6 petals were raised in a very coordinated movement, looking like a oath.

Just as several people were wondering if Ophelia wanted them to read some oath, Mrs. Viper turned around, and a gun flashed from her waist. Before they could even see her movements, the petals were shot through one by one. When several people realized what had just happened, the heat on their cheeks made cold sweat instantly soak their backs. The piercing gunshots were like a death knell, hitting their eardrums violently.

“No one moved, that was good.

There were exactly 6 people, which was great.

If someone moves or there's one more person, it'll be hard to deal with." Ophelia walked back to the table, opened the cylinder of the Colt Python revolver, and pushed out six hot .6 Magnum shells.

Everyone just watched her slowly reload her spare bullets, not daring to move.

"Hmm... you reacted pretty quickly, Savovich? Don't let them in. My poison gas hasn't worn off yet." Mrs. Viper slowly said a name until she heard footsteps outside. "Now go out and inform the people under your jurisdiction about me. Then come back here within 15 minutes and report to me on the current situation of the base."

"Yes...yes! Ma'am!"

The nearest small leader did not have time to wonder how Ophelia knew his name. He quickly took out his intercom, yelled a few words, and then hurried to the door. The remaining small leaders were immediately moved, and after bowing to Ophelia, they all left the meeting room, leaving Zachary's festering remains behind.

Ophelia leaned on the table alone, and on the surface she looked very calm, but the tentacles in her body had been busy for a long time. There was a specially made poison gas canister made by Michela under her chest that was spraying, and leaking out through the hole in her back. This operation started the moment she stepped into the meeting room. The colorless and odorless poison gas quickly filled the room, and no one noticed it.

The poison needle that killed Zachary was also easy to operate.

The moment he approached Madame Viper head-on, his fate was sealed.

As for shooting the petals...

There is nothing much to say, it is simply achieved by relying on the super-fast reaction speed like cheating, drawing the gun and aiming, and pulling the hammer with fingers in turn, and firing 2 bullets in less than 6 seconds. The black light body gives Ophelia the capital to play freely, so that she does not have to follow the limitations of human body structure. Almost just by twisting her wrist, each finger can accurately touch the hammer hook in sequence.

The reason for customizing this Colt Python is not just for beauty. The gunsmith also used more durable materials to build the gun body, especially the hammer and related linkage, which are strong enough to withstand her destruction. And this is not Ophelia's best rapid-fire result. Her fastest time has already touched the threshold of 1 second.

This performance is even more terrifying considering that the target is not a target but a flower petal.

Anyway, those small bosses dare not say a word.

The base became busy late at night.

The temporary workers on the periphery were forced to stay at their posts, and they looked on in confusion as they saw large groups of soldiers busying around in the inner area. In addition to the military jeeps, all the armored vehicles that usually seldom moved were also in motion, causing many people to think that they were going to go to war with a certain gang.

With only that much money in a month, why bother playing with your life?

Although this is not a small amount of money...

When dawn came, there was no order to go out. Instead, the usually cold-faced superior reappeared and ordered the workers to go to breakfast. The temporary workers quickly dispersed. On the tower on the southwest side of the factory, Ophelia held up a telescope and looked at the faces one by one: "These people are unreliable."

"The Bosnian War created too many homeless refugees, ma'am. Although they are afraid of death, they are willing to fight for a little more money." A man stood at the side and rear, standing astride like a standard soldier: "Hydra soldiers are not afraid of sacrifice, but there is no need to waste them in a head-on conflict. Moreover, once these locals die in battle, they will not have to pay their share of the money."

"Tell me more about those two orders, Sarovitch."

Ophelia put down the telescope and walked towards the stairs.

"Yes, ma'am."

Sarovich followed closely behind. He now replaced Zachary's position, his face tense: "Both orders are sent to Sokovia, but the transport planes are currently detained in Bratislava, the capital of the Slovak Republic."

"Sokovia..." The woman looked down at the red dot between the Czech Republic and the Slovak Republic on the paper map, and began to recall Baron Otto's memory fragments in her mind. Just like Bosnia and Herzegovina, which had just ended the war a few years ago, the political situation in Sokovia was unstable, and conflicts between various forces occurred frequently.

This also gave Otto the opportunity to dump arms.

Of course, he certainly couldn't produce much arms himself. White gloves... There were not many countries in the Balkans that had large-scale arms production capabilities. Even the old transport plane was discarded by the Air Force. Even so, Otto had spent a lot of effort to get it, and even sent Arachne to do some assassination work.

Then came Bratislava.

The capital of the Slovak Republic, located on its western border.

As the only capital city in the world that borders two sovereign states at the same time and occupies a section of the Danube River basin, this place is also not peaceful. At least in the late 90s, even transport planes from external black market arms dealers like Otto could fly in.

But before solving the problem of the plane, there is something more important at the moment.

Just last week, the base was attacked again by the Croats. It was probably another round of probing, which ultimately failed. However, with the disappearance of Baron Otto, it did become a burden that increased the tension within the base.

It should be said that the enemy's signs of restlessness began to appear not long after Arachne, the Spider-Woman Jessica Drew, was lost from Baron Otto. Without this terrifying superhuman female killer, Otto's confidence in dealing with the three local tribes was greatly reduced. Moreover, most of the local gangs survived the war in the past few years and would not stop because of a few setbacks.

To make them retreat, we must kill them hard.

"Is this the guy?"

Looking at the photo of the Croat leader in the new boss's hand, Sarovich nodded: "Yes."

"It's really a skull face..." Ophelia turned over the photo, which showed a man with a skull tattoo on his face. She vaguely remembered encountering a similar enemy in Albania before, but it was just a matter of a bullet anyway.

"Arrange the men, we will raid the Croats as quickly as possible and kill this Skull Face."

Ophelia threw the photo away and turned to walk downstairs.

Savovich hurried after him and could not help frowning. Of course, he had selfish motives. When Baron Otto went to London, he took away a group of elite soldiers and spent a lot of money. Therefore, the current situation of the base is not ideal.

On the one hand, if the new boss underestimated the enemy and lost his life, he could regain his freedom; but on the other hand, this woman had obviously pried a lot of information out of Otto, and was very familiar with every detail of the base, and could even name quite a few Hydra members.

The intelligence work is so complete, it is obvious that she is not the type to act impulsively.

Maybe we can really get the base up and running again?

Then there is Otto's private treasury. This new boss must know something about it...

After hesitating for a while, Sarovich finally spoke: "Madam, with our current manpower... would you like to see the distribution of Croat forces? They are stationed near the Sava River in the north, and can quickly call for support from their fellow tribesmen in Croatia on the other side of the river."

"Don't worry, I have a way." Ophelia said without looking back: "I'm going out to find my old friend. You don't have to follow me. I will be back before nightfall today."

......

At dusk, Sarovich looked at the densely marked map on the table, and his scalp began to tingle. This was something that Mrs. Viper left for him a few minutes ago. It was obviously just made. Almost every sentry post, gate, dormitory and passage were marked on it, and even many sentry patrol routes were drawn in separate colors.

He looked up at Ophelia, who was leaning against the wall smoking in the sun, her red hair flying, covering her beautiful face. But the next moment, the woman's eyes moved over, her emerald green eyes were as beautiful as gems, but they made Sarovich feel extremely dangerous.

He lowered his head, avoiding Ophelia's gaze.

His heart seemed to pause for a moment, and he thought:

That must be the eye of a venomous snake.