The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

"Where is Otto Wilmitz?"

"He's dead, and now I'm taking over his business."

"You're going to take over?"

The man laughed. "I've learned about your recent actions. I must admit that I'm impressed. But you have to know that doing business is not the same as fighting a war... Besides, this project has been delayed for so long. I have already assigned it to other people. And listen, Bratislava is not Visanik. If you make a big deal out of this, everyone will be in trouble..."

"Whether you reply to me or not, it will not affect what I am about to do, Mr. Gerald." Ophelia read out the man's name and interrupted him directly: "And since you called me back, doesn't it mean that you haven't solved the matter yet? It seems that the people you arranged need to continue working hard."

"Otto is out, Ophelia. I don't care how he died. Anyway, he failed to complete the contract." Gerald said, "You may have heard some things about me from him, but the rules are the rules. I can't break them. Do you understand?"

"I see."

Ophelia held Lisa's hand that touched her back and said, "Then forget about Otto. Just pretend I didn't say that before."

There was a scoff from the other end of the phone.

Then there was no movement.

The woman did not ask any questions, but waited quietly, holding the phone a little further away, and turned to play a tongue game with Lisa.

"Our competitors are united this time."

After a while, Gerard's deep voice came from the other end of the phone: "They did seize the opportunity. They overthrew our old friend. We were not prepared enough... Humph, it was because Otto suddenly disappeared at the critical moment. I really didn't expect that this old man would have a problem. If he could be like before, the plane would have landed in Sokovia long ago."

"Why don't we get straight to the point, Gerald?" Ophelia thought, and Lisa obediently went down to the bedside: "Answer me first, can that Rockhard be moved?"

"No."

Gerrard denied it: "The Slovaks are wavering now. These bastards are waiting for us to make an offer, do you understand? The problem is that we don't have enough power to make them surrender. Any forceful coercion will make them lean further towards their opponents. I am even worried that Rockhard will come up with an attack himself and then blame it on us! And you also know that I can't really negotiate because of an illegal transport plane. We will definitely not admit that we have anything to do with this plane."

"So what about our old friend?"

"He's already in jail. It's useless even if you rescue him. It won't change the status quo."

"Then there is only one way." Ophelia couldn't help but tremble and took a deep breath: "It just so happens that I am good at it."

"tell me the story."

"Let our rivals no longer unite."

"...Wait, are you crazy?!" Gerald paused and his tone changed: "Do you know what you are saying? You are starting a war! Just because of a transport plane? This is absolutely not possible! I said, doing business and fighting are two different things! We can't take this risk!"

"You have to know, Gerald..." Ophelia paused in the middle of her words.

"...Know what?"

Gerard on the other end of the phone frowned: "What's that noise?"

"No, I'm smoking."

The woman stroked Lisa's face and continued, "Things have been delayed for so long, which has proved that it is difficult for us to solve the problem at the poker table. They have a temporary absolute advantage, don't they? I agree with you that doing business and fighting are two different things, but I can also give you my personal philosophy for reference: high-end business wars often adopt the simplest methods, and I am very sure that you have a plan for this. Coincidentally, I am really good at doing this kind of work."

"We can't..."

Gerard paused again, and his hesitation could be sensed through the phone.

After about half a minute, he gave his last words: "Forget it, I need to think about it and I'll get back to you later."

"Of course, Gerald."

Ophelia quickly followed up: "One more thing, if we really want to do this, it will not only be a transport plane, you know what I mean."

Click.

There was no response from the other end of the line, and the call was hung up. The woman threw away the phone and gave a charming smile to the hideous and bloody mouth in front of her.

Lisa does not have any facial features, and this big mouth full of sharp teeth covering both sides of the lower jaw is also the result of infection and transformation by the Blacklight virus. But on the other hand, the Blacklight virus also gives her lasting endurance, which is completely incomparable to ordinary humans in any aspect.

The malicious speculations of her girlfriends were just a trigger. Even if Ophelia didn't want to admit it, she still crossed the line. She didn't feel any strong guilt, which made her feel empty and absurd. But at least tonight, in this strange country, in this undisturbed room, Ophelia could choose to put everything aside for the time being.

Also temporarily put aside the unnecessary self.

Embrace that cold body, embrace the sin that has been brewing in your heart, and feel the extremely painful yet pleasant pleasure.

Just pretend that you are someone completely different from Watson Taxner, pure Ophelia Sarkistan.

The woman who was supposed to die in the Hive Base in Raccoon City.

Isn’t this my favorite life?

Snapped!

The window sill was already full of moonlight, and the breeze made the light from the lighter seem shaky. The TV was playing unknown string music, and the screen was a black-and-white film clip. The brightness in the dim room kept rising and falling, casting two intertwined blurry figures on the wall.

Ophelia held her head high, her bright red lips had long since turned into a slit similar to Lisa's, her long scarlet tongue swam between her sharp teeth, climbing from the bridge of her nose all the way up to the tip of her eyebrows. She stretched her hand toward the empty ceiling, and the dark shadow seemed to have some kind of response, like an eye.

As a result, the entire shadow began to distort.

The shape became sharp, slowly expanded outward, and merged into the deep darkness of the night sky. But this was only for a moment, and the eye still existed in the center. When it cast a look at Ophelia, the ceiling quickly dissolved and swirled around the eye like an abyss.

Holding Ophelia's shoulders with both hands, the faceless nurse Lisa opened her bloody mouth and bit her delicate and white neck hard.

......

On January 1, the third day in Bratislava, just as Ophelia was guessing who would call first, the Hydra messenger or Gerard, the latter was the first to make a move and wanted to meet her in a Catholic church in the Valakuna district.

This guy is in the city.

Ophelia took a ride to the Valakuna district by herself. This place is located on the east side of Bratislava. More than half of its area is farmland, especially the northeastern part which is low-lying - because it includes part of the Bratislava Airport, how can it build any high-rise buildings?

Across the road from the Little Danube, Ophelia saw the inconspicuous little church. If Gerard hadn't sent her the photo, she would have had to look for it for a long time. She walked along the sidewalk through the green grass and lawns, avoiding the crowds in the small square, and greeted the slender girl at the door of the church.

"...Ophelia Sarkistan?" The girl was wearing a standard black OL skirt uniform, with her golden hair neatly arranged, her pretty face with delicate makeup, and her manners were very standard: "The boss is waiting for you."

"So, you are Flinna, Gerald's secretary?"

"Yes."

Flinna showed no expression and made way for him: "Please come in."

"You should at least share your memories of a certain old gentleman with me, right?" Ophelia carefully looked at the girl's figure, and secretly insulted the disrespectful Baron Otto in her heart: "Is it because he was so good to you in the past?"

"He's dead." Flinna remained expressionless: "Or did you just happen to get something?"

Ophelia smiled and handed her an envelope.

The female secretary took out a few photos from the envelope, looked at them and put them back: "What do you want?"

"Oh, don't say that, ma'am." Ophelia hugged Flinna's waist, put her red lips close to the secretary's ear, and whispered, "Whether you believe it or not, I gave you the original, not a backup. After all, you and I have no grudge, right?"

After saying that, she walked in.

The chapel was not large, and Ophelia caught sight of the bald fat man sitting on the prayer bench in the front row. That was Gerard, Otto Wilmitz's former half-superior and also half-rival, who almost had his position as white glove butler taken away by Otto.

"Ms. Ophelia!"

Jerad turned around, his face full of flesh looking very vulgar and a little wretched: "Please sit down, I finally see you, you are more beautiful than the description in the intelligence."

"Don't be polite."

Mrs. Viper sat on the prayer bench opposite Gerald, and a few meters between them, there happened to be a cross statue of Jesus: "You said you want to have a meeting, so have you thought it through?"

"I admit that you are right. Our opponents have the upper hand. It is difficult for us to quickly turn the tables." Fatty Gerard leaned forward, his eyes squeezed small by his smile, and a smell of sweat hit him in the face: "So yes, I agree with you, but we have to act cautiously..."

As he spoke, he handed over a folder.

"I can handle it."

After quickly reading a few pages, Ophelia took out a cigarette and said, "Have you thought about the reward?"

"How much do you want?" Gerard didn't waste any words. Killing a competitor was a completely different matter. The matter was indeed far beyond the scope of a seized transport plane.

The woman stretched out her hand and gestured.

Jerad stared at her, his smile slowly fading, but soon blooming again: "Okay, bring that guy's head here, and I'll give you that amount, and the transport plane will be completely yours, provided you can drive it away safely."

"Row."

Ophelia put the folder directly into her bag, got up and left.

"Leaving now?"

The fat man stood up and greeted like a truly enthusiastic old friend: "Shouldn't we have a meal to commemorate this? This is our first collaboration."

"Have dinner with your beautiful secretary." Ophelia didn't even turn her head, just waved her hand, and quickly walked past the secretary Flinna at the door and walked towards the crowd not far away. Gerard followed her out, stopped beside the secretary, and took her into his arms, but his eyes were still fixed on Mrs. Viper's back.

"Any questions, boss?"

Flinna was familiar with her boss's personality. Staring at something without saying anything must mean he was thinking.

"Yes, her price is a bit low." Gerard frowned slightly, but he could no longer see Ophelia, so he stopped thinking about it and hugged Flinna and walked into the church: "Come on, baby, I want to have something exciting today."

The secretary said nothing, lowered her head, and let the shadow cover her eyes.