The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

Sarovich had never been to an amusement park in his life.

But he felt like he was riding a roller coaster today. The woman pressed the accelerator to the limit, the steering wheel was basically motionless, and despite the sporadic bullets, she shifted gears very smoothly. This was not the end. She put the RPK-74 light machine gun on her shoulder, and after changing gears, she grabbed the trigger with her right hand and pulled it a few times.

She even killed several Croat soldiers.

On the other hand, it was a relief for Savicius himself to avoid being hit on the roof of the car by the bumpy road. The ones who suffered the most were the three Hydra soldiers squatting in the pickup truck bed - there were originally four of them.

Fortunately, we finally drove into the dock area.

The road was undoubtedly much wider, and the car body suddenly became stable, so stable that it made people wonder if they had an illusion.

"Ready to fight."

Ophelia didn't even ask if anyone was injured. She pushed the RPK in her arms towards Sarovich and said, "Change the magazine for me, quickly."

"...A6 channel fleet, 5 in total."

At this moment, the observation team's report came through the headset. Ophelia turned the steering wheel, and the pickup truck knocked over several iron walls in succession, roaring towards the A6 channel. Sarovich, who was changing the magazine in the passenger seat, pressed his face against the window. He even heard the creaking of the passenger door. The sharp turn was too sharp, and the wheels lost their grip the next moment.

crunch--

With a sharp noise, the pickup truck drifted sideways into the A6 channel.

There is a string of taillights in front of us.

"You drive!" Just as Sarovich had steady the car, he turned around and saw that Ophelia had half of her body out of the car window. At this moment, she showed the amazing flexibility of a gymnast. While continuing to hold the steering wheel with her right hand, she quickly pulled her legs back: "Hurry up! And give me the gun!"

Pound pound pound——!

Several bullets from the front hit the hood, and a corner of the front windshield shattered.

"Yes! Madam!"

Without time to think, Sarovich propped himself up and fell into the driver's seat, and then the RPK light machine gun on his body was pulled away. Ophelia climbed onto the roof with the gun in hand, then stepped back half a step and fell into the truck bed, directly squeezing out the Hydra soldiers who didn't have time to make way, and quickly fired a few short bursts of shots. The pickup truck in front tilted and collided with the concrete pier on the side of the road, then rolled half a circle and stopped.

"Drive faster!" The 45-round magazine of the RPK light machine gun is relatively long, and it is difficult to fix it on a flat surface simply by using the elbows. Ophelia twisted the gun body 45 degrees, and there was still enough space in her lower body to stretch out her legs and lightly kick the driver, Sarovich: "Stick to it!"

The engine of the pickup truck, which had slowed down slightly due to the change of personnel, roared again. At the same time, Ophelia fired a series of short bursts, accurately hitting the driver and causing the jeep in front to fall behind.

Then I heard someone screaming in pain.

A Hydra soldier was shot in the shoulder and fell on top of his teammates.

The pickup truck also shook. Ophelia took out the spare RPK magazine from the magazine rack and looked down at the driver's seat. A bullet happened to hit her neck. Naturally, no one would notice this scene, because half of the driver Sarovich's face was stained with blood, and it was obvious that he had just been injured by a bullet.

"Can you still hold on, Sarovich?!"

"I'm fine! Ma'am! I can still drive!" Perhaps because of the pain, the man changed his usual slightly timid tone and shouted with his eyes wide open: "I'm going to get close! Ma'am! Damn it! I'm going to knock those bastards away!"

Clap!

Just as he finished speaking, several more bullets came and the windshield in front of Sarovich was completely shattered.

Ophelia watched him shrink his head, shaking the car body with it, and then he raised his face again: "They didn't hit me! Ha! They didn't hit me!"

Kara!

Ignoring Sarovich, Madame Viper pulled the bolt of her gun and aimed at the convoy ahead.

In just half a minute, another bullet hit the cheek, but it did not cause much damage to Black Light's body. Ophelia lightly tapped the index finger of her right hand, held the RPK steadily and fired a volley.

Bang bang bang bang bang bang!

In the night vision, the two Croatian soldiers who leaned their upper bodies out of the car to shoot were hit. Taking advantage of this brief silence, Sarovich controlled the pickup truck to chase the military jeep behind it and used it as a cover to avoid attacks from farther away.

With a loud shout of "Hold on tight!", the pickup truck suddenly accelerated and rushed to the right side of the military jeep, hitting the rear end of the other vehicle from the side, successfully knocking the military jeep out of control, drifting sideways on the road, and soon being thrown away.

There are 2 left.

The tingling of the spider sense intensified at this moment.

An object with a tail flame is flying towards this side.

"RPG!!!"

boom!

If she was driving, Ophelia would have had enough time to react, but the driver, Sarovich, had a head injury, which weakened his judgment and reaction speed. He could only turn the steering wheel at the risk of losing control. The RPG touched the ground more than ten meters in front of the pickup truck, but did not explode. Instead, it bounced up and flew straight to the roof of the car.

It was aimed squarely at Ophelia's upper body.

Mrs. Viper was prepared. She dodged by twisting her waist and no longer paying attention to this thing that no longer posed a threat.

However, more of its kind are coming one after another. After the chase just now, the convoy is already very close to the command ship, where defense forces are naturally deployed. At this moment, in addition to the RPG and the sudden increase in firepower, two heavy machine guns are also starting to show their power.

What's worse is that the pickup truck's speed dropped sharply due to the evasive maneuver just now, and it was left behind by the two cars in front by some distance - these short distances of just over ten meters were enough to distinguish the target.

"*%￥#￥*!"

Sarovich cursed: "I don't think we can make it..."

"Straight line acceleration!"

Bang bang bang bang bang bang!

A series of gunshots rang out behind me.

For Ophelia, shooting at the fixed targets in the command ship area was much easier than shooting at high-speed moving vehicles. Even though she was in a moving vehicle, the distance of more than 100 meters did not affect her ability to hit the target.

In a few seconds, all the remaining twenty or so bullets in the RPK magazine were fired, silencing the Croat soldiers one after another. This round of killing directly weakened the defense force in the command ship area by half. At this moment, the head car of the skull-faced convoy had already driven to the side of the ship, and the harsh brakes could be heard even here.

Just as Ophelia was about to replace the last RPK magazine, she saw the car in front of her that was still running wildly suddenly slow down, and the brake lights pierced her eyes like sharp blades - the car was using its body to block the enemy's pursuit.

The distance between the two sides at this moment is no longer able to avoid each other.

The only thing the driver, Sarovich, could do was to turn the steering wheel. The passenger seat was empty, so he chose to turn left, hoping that his position would not directly hit the rear of the other car. Both cars were driving at high speeds, and a direct collision was not highly fatal. The subsequent series of loss of control was more dangerous.

But no matter what, it is unavoidable.

Amidst the loud noise of metal collision, Ophelia flew into the air and looked at the leading car that had basically stopped a few dozen meters away. The door had been pushed open in advance, and several people squeezed out at the same time. The face with the skull tattoo turned towards her, revealing a sinister look.

Madame Viper let go of the RPK in her hand and let inertia propel her body forward in mid-air. The buffering ability of her black light body was activated to help her adjust her posture.

She drew her pistol.

His eyes were fixed on the figure surrounded by the Kras.

Distance, height difference, wind speed, moderation, ballistic performance... a lot of information flashed through his mind. There were still Croats firing at this side ahead, but under the cover of night, even the dim street lights at the dock, which had been in disrepair for a long time, could hardly fully illuminate Ophelia's outline.

The moment her military boots touched the ground, she raised her gun with one hand.

boom!boom!boom!boom!boom!

Ophelia fired 5 bullets at a very fast speed.

She suddenly raised the muzzle of the gun and fired two shots at the long metal arm of the loading and unloading crane in front of the ship, and then fired at another pillar in the same way. After 10 shots, the magazine was completely emptied. Ophelia stood up as if she was off work, slowly picked up the RPK light machine gun from the ground, and replaced the last 45-round magazine.

By the time Savovich climbed out of the overturned pickup truck, the gunshots were no longer ringing in his ears.

A pair of military boots stopped in front of him.

"Sorry, ma'am..." Sarovich coughed twice and struggled to get up from the ground.

"It's almost over, Sarovich." Ophelia didn't intend to reach out to help, but just quietly leaned on the RPK light machine gun, occasionally turning her eyes to the injured Hydra soldiers around her: "I must say that I am very happy that everyone survived, gentlemen, but this is the battle I often experience. I hope you can get used to it sooner."

After that, without waiting for the men to reply, she put on the pistol and changed the magazine while walking towards the command ship: "You guys take a rest first, contact the main force, and act according to the next plan. I'll go get the skull-faced man's head."

......

The news of the incident in the Croat stronghold spread throughout Vessaniko that night.

Hydra had chosen the middle of the night as the time to take action, and by the time all parties learned of the situation, the battle was already nearing its end. Strictly speaking, Ophelia did not require a large-scale elimination of the Khorne soldiers. After all, it would be difficult to do so with her current manpower and equipment. Moreover, the losses on Hydra's side would not be optimistic if they just took down Skull Face's head.

Although most of the dead were temporary workers.

After opening up the connection between some of the Sava River docks and the base, Ophelia immediately assigned personnel to focus on stabilizing the area around Pier 7. This area is biased to the northwest, while the large area in the east is the main base of the Croats. However, Mrs. Viper does not intend to get involved, and lets the Serbs and Muslims fight each other.

Having said that, everything that needed to be looted was not lost. The surviving weapons, vehicles, and money were all packed up, some shipped to the base and some sent to Pier 7 to strengthen the defense.

The dock warehouses were of course also the main targets of looting.

Apart from funds, the Croats' inventory is mainly divided into several types: arms, food, building materials and banned drugs. In terms of composition, it is almost the same as other local forces.

Hydra's efficient organizational and executive capabilities came into play at this time, and everything was progressing in an orderly manner. Of course, Ophelia played a big role in this, because whenever she encountered a member who was greedy for money or deserted the battlefield, she would just shoot and kill him without asking any questions.

There are also a very small number of people who cannot control their lower body.

They were tied up, their chests pierced with knives, and hung on lamp posts, waiting to die.

Ophelia couldn't remember how many people she killed that night, and it was estimated that the number was second only to the battle in Albania at the end of January last year. She devoured a corpse stealthily, replenishing all the energy she consumed. In the eyes of outsiders, she seemed to never get tired, and her gun was as accurate and ruthless as ever.

The SVU sniper rifle had long been used up, and the AK in his hand was taken from a wounded Hydra soldier, and at least 400 rounds had been fired through it. Even though they had lost their leader, the Kras had not completely lost their will to fight, and many of them fought desperately, causing considerable casualties to the temporary workers.

So she led the team to clean up one by one.

By the way, he ordered the troops to lift the blockade in the east and drive these Croats out to the area that would be contested by the Serbs and Croats in the future. Even so, his men were replaced three times due to injuries and deaths.

As for Sarovich, he had already retired.

It was not until the early morning that the observation team and the intelligence team received news that Muslims and Serbs entered Croat territory from the east and south respectively. Ophelia immediately ordered to stop the clearing and everyone to rest on the spot, while she herself rushed to the defense line of Pier 7.

Unexpectedly, Sarovich came over.

The adjutant had a bandage on his ear and was holding a phone in his hand: "Madam, your phone is on the line."

"Who's looking for me?"

"Alexander."

"......Heh." Ophelia sneered and took the phone: "Good morning, sir."

"Are you the new leader of the mine?"

An old man's voice came from the other end of the phone: "Ms. Ophelia Sarkistan, you made a big fuss today. As a local official, I have to say that your actions give me a headache. The whole of Visanik is in chaos."

"Why, are you planning to intervene?"

"No, ma'am, I'm speaking to you on behalf of the Muslims and Serbs," Alexander said. "They want to talk to you, right now."