The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

Miss Watson put her hands on her hips and glared.

Even with this expression, her beautiful face was still very attractive, and even more lively because of the expression. Puppeteer Donna stood timidly at the back, holding Miss Watson's arm with her little hand, looking at the little girl in front of her with an uneasy face.

"What are you looking at me for?" Alyssa shook her legs, very unhappy: "I didn't mean to disturb you, I just want to find my mother."

"I'm not going to talk about you disturbing Ophelia and Lisa's good times, the point is that you actually despise me?" Miss Watson raised her voice: "You evil little ass, I dug your grave for you, how dare you despise me? And you told Ophelia that I was childish? Is there anyone who repays others like you?"

"I don't want to see you!"

Alesha stood up angrily and screamed, "Hurry up and change back to Ophelia! I want to play with my mother!"

"I don't want to change! Don't even think about seeing her!"

"Change for me quickly!"

"No! What? Hit me?"

Donna watched as Miss Watson broke free of her hands, and then the little girl named Alesha rode on her and pulled her hair, and the two of them fought in an unbelievable way, rolling down the short steps, hitting a row of prayer benches, and then causing harm to several dolls.

Originally, this kind of semi-playful fight was nothing, but one of the parties was naked, which made the whole thing worse. Fortunately, the two did not fight for too long, mainly because Alesha had no patience and disappeared on the spot. Miss Watson won a stage victory, stood up with her hands on her hips and laughed arrogantly for half a minute, and the farce came to an end.

Meanwhile, Donna carefully picked up a few dolls and was checking to see if they were broken. Suddenly, Miss Watson's expressionless face appeared in front of her: "Do you dislike me too?"

The puppeteer lady exclaimed.

Then he shook his head desperately.

"Forget it, I won't tease you anymore, it's boring." Miss Watson sighed, no longer in the mood to cheat. She pulled back the prayer benches that had been knocked crooked, collapsed on them, and looked at the ceiling with a sad face: "I wish I were a heartless and scumbag woman...having group sex every day..."

Although Donna didn't understand, she could see that Miss Watson was in a bad mood, so she picked up a small doll and sat next to her, and carefully handed the doll to her.

"What is this?"

"Her name is Annie..." Donna mustered up the courage to stretch out her arms, but she was still shaking slightly: "I want to give her to you..."

“Wow~~~~!”

Miss Watson instantly put on a sweet smile, sat up and hugged her and kissed her fiercely, kissing her so hard that Donna closed her eyes tightly and pursed her lips, her body was as stiff as wood. However, Miss Watson did not intend to let her go, and pulled Donna's face closer: "Hehe, do you like me?"

Donna was no longer stiff, her brain seemed to be shutting down.

"Open! Your! Eyes!" Miss Watson pried open her eyelids, adjusted her throat, and asked again in an extremely gentle voice: "Do you like me?"

"Hmm..." Donna nodded vigorously. She couldn't close her eyes, so she had to move her gaze to the top of her head. This expression was like rolling her eyes, and Miss Watson couldn't help laughing: "Ah... you little idiot, your whole body is mine, so your doll is of course also mine, how can you still call it a gift to me? Don't say that next time."

"Okay." Hearing this unreasonable and strong speech, Donna smiled with relief, buried her face in Miss Watson's arms, and hugged her body tightly. The doll named Annie fell to the ground, got up and walked away by herself, and her silly steps were very cute.

Why can't I help but PUA people again?

Feeling the strength of Donna's hug, Miss Watson was stunned.

She then realized what she had just done.

"that……"

After choosing her words, Miss Watson spoke hesitantly: "I said you are mine, but I was just joking... You know you can leave at any time... Of course, this doesn't mean I will let you go..."

Donna suddenly raised her head, her face full of surprise and panic.

"…Okay, you're mine."

"Uh-huh!"

Donna smiled happily, and continued to bury her face, saying nothing in response. Miss Watson touched this head, and scratched her own head, not knowing what to do for a moment.

It's over. It's over.

What should I do if I make someone stupid through PUA?

That......

......Then you’ll be a little fool all your life!

"Little idiot! Little idiot!" Miss Watson suddenly got excited, holding Donna's face and started talking to her. Without waiting for Miss Benevento to react, she dragged her a few steps away and started spinning in circles. However, Donna's skill tree didn't include dancing, so she was clumsy and was led by Miss Watson, who stepped on her feet several times.

"Why else would you say you're a little idiot?"

Miss Watson patted her head, took her hand on her lower back, and slowly twisted her body: "Come on, relax."

......

The next afternoon there was a call and text message.

Ophelia on the bed pushed the faceless nurse Lisa away, and waited for a while before picking up the phone. After listening to the report from the intelligence team on the other side, she sat up and lit a cigarette. Things finally got some clues. The order to seize the transport plane came from the military, a new brigadier general who took office at the beginning of this year.

Rockhard Fellings.

Baron Otto is not the only one dumping arms into Sokovia; he has many competitors, each of whom wants to drive his rival's cargo out.

It would be best to drive your opponent's people off the face of the earth as well.

War is inevitable.

However, in the arms dealer industry, most of the fights between them are still at the assassination level, after all, no one lacks weapons. Of course, this kind of assassination is mostly suitable for a situation where there is no end to the fight. In normal times, when facing competition, those who always like to overturn the table are easily targeted by the group, so everyone is more willing to use means within the rules.

For example, bribing and supporting officials.

To put it another way, many arms dealers, like Otto, are willing to act as white gloves and have the support of officials behind the scenes.

Sometimes even if they don't want to go to war with each other, the interest groups behind them will not agree.

This is the situation Ophelia is facing now. The officials who had previously colluded with Baron Otto have stepped down. The newly appointed Brigadier General Rockhard is likely to belong to another faction. In addition, the arms transport aircraft itself is illegal, so if he wants to seize the vehicle, it is just a matter of words.

Back to Baron Otto, when the old man rushed to London, he had already brought his most elite troops with him, so now Ophelia has no professional operators related to the intelligence of civilized areas. The intelligence team that called just now are still battlefield reconnaissance units. They are usually used to observe the enemy situation. They are good at reporting coordinates to mortars, but it is difficult to expect them to find out any specific intelligence.

Even a lot of the existing intelligence is purchased from overseas intelligence dealers.

As for the action plan they gave me...

Nothing much to say, just assassination.

But killing Rockhard won't solve the problem at its root.

At most, he would have a chance to drive the transport plane away, but next time, his opponent might help another official. Moreover, if he could reach the level of brigadier general, he would have political inclinations and positions, whether he wanted to or not, and he would not help whoever gave him the most money.

Unless you give too much - but then what are you earning?

Ophelia did not have much psychological burden about stirring up trouble in Bratislava. She planned to open up another track and help the vampire princess Nisha return to Prague, the capital of the Czech Republic next door, eliminate the enemies, stabilize the situation, and then find a way to get in touch with the officials, so that the arms could pass through there in the future.

It's better than Bratislava, a place where I'm unfamiliar with.

The only thing missing is time.

Unfortunately, Ophelia not only lacks time, she also lacks money. She has hundreds of people to support, and if she doesn't make more money, she will soon have to pay out of her own pocket.

So we really can't just start killing people here.

Ophelia took out a mini suitcase with eight mobile phones in it, and took out a notebook from the compartment of the suitcase, and dialed a number that had been written down long ago. After a long beep, a voice prompt that no one answered came into her ears, and she picked up the original phone again and looked through the text messages from the intelligence team.

He wanted to find the official who had previously taken care of Baron Otto's business.

Could this guy have been killed by someone?

The Slovak Republic is not a chaotic region. There are not many black markets for arms, let alone mercenary bases. Intelligence dealers are found in the surrounding areas. The intelligence team has reached the limit of being able to find Brigadier General Rockhard. If they want to find an official who has been ousted, it is better not to make it difficult for them.

After revisiting her memories of Baron Rialto, she changed her phone and dialed another number.

“Parola Logistics.”

A female voice came from the other end of the phone, full of the feeling of a salesperson: "How can I help you?"

"I'm here to talk to your boss Gerard about Otto Wilmitz's project."

"May I ask your name?"

"Ophelia Sarkistan."

After waiting for a while, the woman said, "I'm sorry, ma'am, I didn't find your name on the reservation list."

"Of course you can't find it, Miss Flinna, because your boss probably hasn't heard of my name, but for the sake of that pearl necklace, I hope you can help me convey a few words to him." Ophelia said the woman's name, and there was silence on the other end of the phone for several seconds: "Of course, ma'am, what do you want to say?"

"Tell him that I am now in Bratislava, that I care deeply about that poor old plane, and that I am ready to get it flying again with the utmost efficiency."

After saying that, Ophelia hung up the phone.

She lit another cigarette and lay back in the arms of Faceless Nurse Lisa.

The TV on the wall was turned on by the remote control, and the volume was slightly increased by two notches to cover up the noise in the room. The light of the setting sun gradually penetrated through the curtains, warming the two cold bodies, until the phone vibrated suddenly and Ophelia propped herself up and reached for the phone.

A man's voice came from the other end: "Ophelia Sarkistan?"

"it's me."