The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

Gerald agreed readily.

On the way back, Ophelia thought about the other party's reaction in the chapel. It took only a few minutes for the two to communicate, and then the whole thing was finalized. Combined with the previous call, the fat man might have really analyzed in depth his series of actions after arriving in Visanico. That place was originally a mess, with all kinds of people, so it was not surprising that he collected intelligence so quickly.

...It’s best not to collect the story of the Red Witch.

That's really a bit outrageous.

Objectively speaking, Gerard and Otto's relationship is that they are counting on him to make money by selling arms, but they are also preventing him from becoming bigger and stronger and replacing themselves. How can they not have some means of surveillance? Of course, this does not mean that Ophelia will tolerate the existence of spies in her territory. She will definitely kill them if she finds one.

Fortunately, Otto was not discovered by the other party about the Hydra level.

If Gerard was also a Hydra, these two people would have been decided between life and death long ago.

Back at the hotel, the woman wanted to release Lisa to continue playing some adult games, but she saw Alesha sitting at the head of the bed, so she simply walked to the sofa and opened the folder Gerald gave her.

"Mom, what are you looking at?"

The little head buried in my arms.

"Why don't you go out and play around by yourself? Just don't kill anyone, and don't scare the elderly since they are not in good health." Ophelia kissed Alyssa's forehead and touched her little face which looked dirty but had nothing on it. "I'm busy now, can I take you shopping later?"

"Uh-huh."

Alesha nodded and disappeared through the wall.

Ophelia sent a message to Ghost, her old teammate in the Wolf Pack, that the target of this operation was in Ukraine, which happened to be the range of Ghost and Beltway's activities. If the two of them were willing, they might be able to team up again to do a job, which would also be a commemoration of the past.

However, Ghost doesn't have a satellite phone like Captain Kalena, so it may take several days for Ophelia to reply to her message. It depends on when she is free to read it. On the other hand, the Hydra messenger is about to arrive in Bratislava and said they can meet tonight.

Everything is squeezed into today.

Is this the downside of being your own boss?

After meeting one side, go meet the other side?

After writing a few things on the schedule, Ophelia called the intelligence team to give them orders, asking them to choose a meeting place for tonight. She also informed them that they would be going to Ukraine in the next two days, and asked the intelligence team to leave by plane after they had finalized the meeting place. Ukraine in the late 90s was much more chaotic than Slovakia, and was more in line with their professional skills and environment.

After making these arrangements, Ophelia heard some noise outside the door. She opened the peephole and saw several guests talking to the waiter in the corridor. They looked quite nervous. Less than half a minute later, someone knocked on her door. Ophelia opened the door and saw an apologetic waiter standing outside: "Sorry to bother you, ma'am. Many people said they saw a ghost just now... Did you hear anything? Please be safe."

"I don't have anything here, thank you."

Ophelia closed the door and called out to the wall, "Alessa?"

"What's wrong, Mom?"

The little girl's head popped out, and then her whole body floated out, changing from a translucent state to a solid state.

"You little rascal, is your only pleasure to scare people?" Ophelia walked over and flicked Alyssa's forehead with her finger: "Or do you think it's too quiet next to me? I really hope you can read some comic books like a normal child, or we can go find a bookstore later?"

"Okay, okay!" Alyssa smiled happily, her expression was so innocent as if she had done nothing just now: "Then can we set off now?"

......

10 pm.

Ophelia stood alone on the riverside path, leaning against the railing at the edge of the street lamp, watching the figure approaching. The man was tall and steady, walking along a dark path with his hands in his pockets. Ophelia noticed his face, with a faint smile on his lips, just like an ordinary, kind uncle in the crowd.

He is just an uncle, and the hairlines on both sides of his forehead are very terrible.

"You guys retreat, act according to the plan, and set off as soon as possible." After instructing the intelligence team over the phone, Ophelia turned off her cell phone and watched the other party continue to walk in.

"It's a bit foggy tonight, isn't it?"

The man looked at her face, his smile getting even more intense. Regardless of whether Ophelia replied or not, he continued, "So this is true, Ophelia Sarkistan, you are really not dead. And... you are really very different from before. I have seen your old photos, and you really like wearing green."

"I guess most of you don't want to hear this news." Ophelia took out a cigarette and focused her gaze on the man's eyes: "Are you one of them?"

"I'm just a messenger."

The man smiled and shook his head.

"But I know you." Ophelia lit the lighter.

"is it?"

"John Garrett."

Hearing this name, the man showed a little surprise in his eyes: "I really didn't expect this."

"Why did they choose you to be the messenger?" Madam Viper leaned against the railing and no longer faced him: "Is it because you are loyal enough? Or is it simply because you are closer? I have read your file. A few years ago, you were a SHIELD agent, and your rank was quite high. What changed you?"

"SHIELD can't give me what I want, ma'am." Garrett smiled, as if he was really enthusiastic: "But Hydra can, but... I shouldn't be the topic of today's conversation, right? How about we hand over the materials first? Or do you really want to talk to me?"

"Give me the materials first."

"it is good."

Garrett pulled out a folder from his backpack. "Your previous contact codes and online meeting accounts have all been erased. Considering your special situation, we have re-registered your identity in the system. Here are the relevant materials, including the method of contacting the headquarters. They have recently updated it, and it's all in there."

“Oh, is it so standard now?”

"You are a special case, ma'am." Garrett looked at her. "It's rare for someone to come back like you, so we are willing to make a special case for you, and in the eyes of some members, you have begun to become a legend."

“A dead legend is a legend.”

Ophelia looked through the documents: "I guess you'd rather know how I got back."

"really."

Garrett laughed. "Some people were so nervous."

"I'll find them, one by one." Mrs. Viper exhaled a puff of smoke: "So, what are you doing here?"

"I'm a messenger." The man shrugged.

"You know I'm not talking about that. The Balkan Peninsula left you with a bad memory, didn't it? When the Bosnian Civil War broke out, you were seriously injured by an explosive in Sarajevo, and SHIELD didn't arrange a rescue plan for you. You almost died there. Do you still want to come here for vacation?"

After saying that, Ophelia looked at Garrett.

The smile on the other person's face gradually disappeared, and turned into a serious expression, but Mrs. Viper did not speak, and continued to stare at him. The thick fog continued to spread in this riverside park, and the street lights suddenly had poor contact, and the light flickered several times, breaking this almost stagnant picture.

"What else do you know about me, ma'am?" Garrett made a face move left and right. The current conversation environment did not allow him to remain silent for too long, so he smiled again: "You really aroused my curiosity."

"Don't forget that my previous headquarters was in North America. It's a good place." Ophelia didn't continue the topic and exhaled a puff of smoke: "I know S.H.I.E.L.D. and I also know Hydra. It just so happens that I know a lot of people in both organizations. I always notice new members. I know you were in a bad situation back then, so I can understand your change of mind."

"so......"

Garrett leaned forward slightly. "Do you think that concept is still realistic?"

“Which concept?”

Ophelia pretended not to understand.

"...I understand." The smile on the man's face gradually became more intense. He nodded and stood up to say goodbye: "That's it then. See you again someday, Ms. Ophelia. It's very interesting to talk to you."

"Me too, bye."

Ophelia looked at Garrett's back through the gradually thinning fog. Although the man hid himself well, she could still see his slightly asymmetrical walking posture. The technological creations in Garrett's body, while maintaining his body functions, would still affect his normal movements and even cause intermittent pain.

He escaped from the battlefield with all his might that year, and since then he has been disheartened with SHIELD for not rescuing him. He later joined Hydra mainly to survive rather than to agree with its ideals.

At the same time, in order to further save his body, Garrett fully promoted the human body transformation project, and the cruelty of various experiments was no less than that of the Umbrella Corporation. Throughout the first two seasons of "Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.", his kindness, kindness and severity were all due to his need to manipulate the emotions of others, and he would not hesitate when it was time to abandon them.

This man has no loyalty at all.

"He's a bad guy."

A small hand rested on Ophelia's fingertips.

"I know. I'm not a good person either." Ophelia picked up Alesha and put the little girl on her lap. "Is your time for the day almost up?"

"Well, hug me."

Alessa buried her face in Ophelia's arms. The dispersing fog gradually revealed the riverside scenery. The lights spread again, illuminating the quiet tree-shaded path. The floating cloak left her body and spun around to blow away the fog. She had a lot of fun. On this deserted riverside, the two hugging figures began to shrink, and finally only one person was left.

hum-

A cell phone in the bag vibrated.

Ophelia took it out and found that it was the phone she had rarely used in the past two days. She only used it to talk to her girlfriends and sent a message to her old teammate Ghost in the afternoon.

It was the ghost who replied.

The first sentence of the text message made Ophelia frown.

[Beltway is dying]