The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

boom!

Ophelia gently pulled the trigger with her index finger, and a sniper bullet flew out of the SVD muzzle. In Tirion's telescope, after nearly half a second, a Serb soldier's chest burst into blood. Several of his companions nearby hurriedly looked for cover, but some of them were too late and became another dead soul under the gun.

"...Let's go back."

He put down the telescope and shook his sore arm. "You don't have to kill 30 people with your sniper rifle. Just look at our feet. That's enough. I admit your strength. Is that okay? Besides, we are too deep now. I don't want to be surrounded by the enemy here!"

Hearing this, Mrs. Viper turned her head, her eyes full of green.

In the corridor behind them, there were more than a dozen bodies lying in a disorderly manner.

Thinking back to the killing performance of the red-haired witch just now, the thought of resistance in Tirion's heart completely disappeared. He had no doubt that if he did not surrender verbally, the other party would lead him deeper into the enemy's position and kill every living person he saw.

Maybe he would kill himself in the excitement.

The Viper faction soldiers nearby couldn't escape either.

This woman drew her gun so fast that it was hard to see clearly, especially in close combat. It seemed as if the muzzle of the gun was just shaking casually, and every bullet fired just found the target. She didn't need help from others the whole time. It was like taking a walk, and she eliminated all the enemies - I will definitely not forget those frozen expressions of horror recently.

Look back at this woman.

Ophelia was wearing a headscarf today, which made her two green eyes even more eye-catching.

And those eyes...

It smells like a venomous snake observing its prey.

She is simply not human.

She is a venomous king snake in human skin.

Tirion had a strong premonition in his heart that his speculation would definitely not be wrong. This was the first time in his life that a woman could make him shudder just by looking at her. At this moment, he just wanted to end the battle as soon as possible, go back to accompany his family who were still waiting to cross the river, and never make any bets with this red-haired witch again.

"What a bummer."

After staring at Tirion for a while, Ophelia handed the SVD with a hot barrel to her subordinate and turned back. "Then you should go to Pier 7 and mobilize those bad guys hiding among the civilians crossing the river. We are short of manpower right now and need their support."

“I can’t guarantee how well I can do it.”

The one-armed man sighed. "There is a reason why those Croat soldiers chose to hide. At least they definitely don't trust you. And you killed Skull Face and so many Croats before. There is a high possibility that some of them are their family members or brothers. In that case, you will be filled with hatred."

"Some people's families are still waiting at the dock, Tirion." Lady Viper laughed: "Even if it is to ensure the safety of their families and compatriots, they have to think carefully. Isn't it the same for you? We now have common interests. At least no one should accuse you of betrayal. After all, it's all for..."

She pointed to Tirion's eyes and mouthed, "Family."

"...I think you are also taking the opportunity to retaliate, and even want to use them as cannon fodder, and treat us the same way." Tirion frowned, but then sighed: "But you are right, we need manpower now. No matter what, any additional support is valuable, although it may really be just that little bit."

"I sent out a call for conscription."

The military jeep had gone far enough. Ophelia took off her headscarf, letting her bright red hair flutter in the wind. "There are still some disarmed former Croat soldiers in my territory. Excluding the wounded, there are about thirty of them. They are still capable of fighting if they pick up their guns again. Of course, I will pay them as mercenaries. I am even willing to pay those little bad guys. Thank me if they can survive..."

boom--!

Just then, the sound of a mortar shell exploding was heard.

"These guys are really fast."

Ophelia lit a cigarette, and without paying any attention to Tirion's solemn expression, she walked all the way to the command room of the eastern defense line after the car stopped, and found her adjutant, Sarovich. Seeing her boss finally appear, Sarovich couldn't wait to pick up the phone and said, "Madam, their progress has accelerated. The main force of the Semu coalition is expected to engage in a firefight with the Croats' outer defense line at 5 pm. I have received a message from Alexander, and Nikolai and Ibn asked us to act immediately and cooperate in strangling the Croats."

"Did you reply to them?"

Mrs. Viper said as she glanced at her watch, there was less than an hour left.

"Yes, I said that some Croat soldiers sneaked into your territory with civilians, and now you are leading people to hunt them down..." Before Savovich finished speaking, the phone in his hand rang again. Ophelia put a cigarette in her mouth and motioned to the adjutant to hand the phone to her.

"Which one?"

"Ophelia?"

"it's me."

"Ha! I finally got through to you." The person on the other end of the line was Alexander Ellard, the chief of the Visanico Police Department. His voice was very dry, and it sounded like he had already said a lot: "I heard from your adjutant that there are rats in your territory? How is the situation?"

"It's not a big problem, but it will take some time. When will the main forces from Nikolai and Iben arrive?"

"It will be there in an hour."

Alexander laughed dryly and said, "I'm looking for you about Pier 7."

"What happened to Pier 7?"

"The whole of Visanico knows that you are sending ships to transport Croat civilians." The old man's tone began to turn serious: "This can easily cause some people to misunderstand. I think you understand what I mean, and I heard that you did not expel the Croat civilians on your territory..."

"Listen, Alexander." Ophelia habitually wanted to take out a cigarette, but found that her cigarette box was empty, so she had to give up: "I am Hungarian, I don't care about the hatred between your three tribes. Except for that stupid skull-faced guy, I don't think I have any grudges against any of you, especially Nikolai and Iben. I think I have given them enough benefits, right? Of course, I will not interfere in the affairs of their territory, but at the same time, in my territory, I don't need others to teach me how to do things. Do you understand?"

"I understand what you mean, Ophelia," Alexander said. "But you know the point is not with me."

"You can tell Nikolai and Ibn exactly what I said, or..."

Ophelia pulled out the Colt Python and turned it over in her hands. "Or give the phone to them now. Any one of them will do. I guess they don't happen to be near you."

There was no sound on the other end of the phone.

There was a burst of explosion in the distance, which seemed a little abrupt amid the sporadic gunfire.

Clap!

The Colt Python's magazine was pushed open and then pushed back into the gun. There was silence in the command room, and everyone was looking at the figure at the edge of the stands.

The flipping gun stopped.

"The Croats won't be grateful to you, Ophelia. You don't understand them. This people will never know what gratitude is." Another voice suddenly came from the phone: "You made a wrong decision. You shouldn't have taken in and helped this group of shameless and despicable people. They will abandon you, I'm sure, and you will definitely regret it."

There was a clicking sound, and it sounded like the phone was being handed over to another person. The voice in my ear was no longer the same one as before: "We don't have to do this, Ophelia. Think about it, you also have the blood of the Croats on your hands. You are destined not to be allies. You pity those civilians today, but they will stab you in the back tomorrow when they have recovered. What good will it do you to help them?"

"Oh, Nikolai, I'm not like you."

Putting the Colt Python back into the holster, Ophelia took a pack of cigarettes from the adjutant, skillfully opened it with her teeth, and licked a cigarette with her slender tongue and held it in her mouth: "I am not a skull face, I don't intend to abide by your previous rules, if this can be called a rule - you see, including you, I am willing to give everyone a chance, except those who offend me. So far, these Croat civilians respect me very much, I can guarantee this."

"That's because they know very well that they can only escape reckoning by relying on you!"

Nikolai's voice was a little impatient: "Don't think we don't know that you are secretly supporting them. The vanguard has already reported back! Those remaining Croat soldiers can't have such combat power, otherwise they wouldn't have been defeated by us so quickly in the eastern region!"

“They have no way out.”

Ophelia looked a little absent-minded: "It's normal to be a little crazy, and do I need to give them any support?"

"So you're saying that there are no people and equipment of yours on the Croat's position now?" Nikolai laughed twice. "That's what you said. Since you want to play it this way, let's give it a try."

"I don't know what you're talking about." The woman exhaled a puff of cigarette, and her long forked tongue stuck out of her mouth like a snake's tongue. She trembled for a while before retracting it. "But I can tell you that if a shell explodes in my territory today, I will let the person who threw it know the consequences of offending me."

"can."

Laughter came from the other end of the line again. "We promise to control our men, but we can't guarantee whether the Croats or other small gangs will do this secretly. You know the situation in Visanik, right? Anyway, if anything goes wrong, don't blame us."

"It looks like today will be a busy day."

After saying that, Ophelia hung up the phone and waved to the adjutant: "Sarovich."

"I am here, ma'am."

"Everyone is ready for battle."

"Yes."

"Then I have a few more orders, listen carefully..." Ophelia said as she returned to the table, picked up a map of Visanico, drew a few lines with a pen, and tore off a piece of paper. After communicating for a few minutes, Savovich gave herself a tube of stimulant in front of her, and then quickly ran out of the command room.

Ophelia glanced at her watch. It was 4:22 p.m.

It's still early before nightfall.

The gloomy sky seemed very depressing, and it seemed that a large number of mortar shells were about to hit. The Semu coalition would not attack the territory designated by the Viper faction in the first wave, but would probably go to the Croat soldiers' positions outside the eastern defense line. But if the battle situation was not ideal, they would definitely try to interfere with the situation and destroy their not-so-solid cooperation with the Croats.

It would be best if we could resolve the internal conflict.

The point is that this isn’t actually that difficult to do.

In order to quickly solve this situation, Ophelia had only one choice left. She used the excuse of taking a rest to find an empty house nearby, locked the bedroom, and prepared to use the pocket watch to open the passage to Silent Hill. But she didn't expect that as soon as the pocket watch pressed the door, a pair of small hands hugged her waist from behind, and a little head kept rubbing against her thigh.

"...So you can really run away?"

Madam Viper turned around and looked at Alesha Gilesby, who was smiling.