The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

There was jubilation in the Croat position, and everyone was happy about the retreat of the Semu coalition. They had indeed tried their best in this battle, and although the sudden end felt a bit hasty, it was enough for the soldiers to relax anyway, as they no longer had to face life threats.

However, Ratio lost contact.

Although... this is also expected.

"Look at them..." Ophelia stood next to the jeep with a telescope: "I guess some of them are not going to leave."

"The last of the Croat civilians have begun to cross the river, ma'am."

Behind him, Sarovich had just finished a call with Pier 7: "Boats have also been sent from the other side of the river, and the crossing has now been basically completed."

"Then we have no bargaining chips in our hands, right? But we did keep our promise." Ophelia held a cigarette in her mouth and lit the lighter. Her red hair showed a beautiful color in the moonlight. "Tell me, Sarovich, you haven't told me how you joined Hydra."

"I......"

Sarovich was stunned for a moment: "Are you sure we want to talk about this topic now, ma'am?"

"Our people aren't here yet anyway, are they?"

Ophelia put the cigarette back into her mouth as she spoke. She had actually already found the experience of Sarovich from Baron Otto's memory fragments. Now she asked this question purely to ease the atmosphere: "Otto talked to me about you before, but he didn't talk about much."

"I was born in Serbia and joined the army at the age of 19. I was arrested for arms trafficking at the age of 21. I was released from prison at the age of 26 to become a mercenary. I was recruited by Baron Otto at the age of 28 and later joined Hydra." When Baron Otto was mentioned, Sarovich looked a little guilty. Her new boss seemed easy-going and never seemed to lose his temper, but there was no sign when he killed people, so people around her rarely dared to mention her previous boss in front of her.

“So, you are not an academic.”

"Sorry, what?"

"Academic." Ophelia held a cigarette in her mouth and pulled out the Colt Python to check the cylinder. "Although it's still a bit far, this is indeed our next plan. You know, this is an important opportunity for Hydra to replenish its personnel every year."

"Oh! Academic school, I remember now, I have heard of these people." Sarovich's brows relaxed: "Serbia does not have the conditions to train academic schools for Hydra. I have only heard that such schools exist in Western Europe and the Federation, but I have never seen them with my own eyes."

"The Academy School is not mysterious, Sarovich. It is nothing more than training teachers to become Hydra members, or sending Hydra members to be teachers, and then absorbing talented and ignorant students into Hydra, focusing on various military academies and other institutions. However... these brats are just recruits after all, and they still need training."

"Yes, ma'am."

After chatting for more than ten minutes, there was another call coming through the headset.

The adjutant took a deep breath: "They are ready."

"very good."

Watching Ophelia get in the car and start the engine, he couldn't help but say again: "This is not a wise decision, ma'am."

"I know my limits, Sarovich. I won't take you with me mainly because my poison doesn't recognize anyone." The woman took out a cigarette box from her pocket, took out two cigarettes, and stuffed the whole box into the adjutant's hand: "Keep it for me. Visaniko can't buy this box. I don't want it to be damaged by bullets."

"...Yes, ma'am."

"Don't look at me like I'm dying. Pay attention to the communication and wait for my instructions at any time."

After Ophelia finished speaking, she stepped on the accelerator and drove out.

The Croat position ahead was not far away, less than a few kilometers away. When Mrs. Viper's jeep approached, the Croat soldiers who were cheering and laughing all restrained their expressions, and even many people who were walking stopped. The noisy atmosphere of the entire position suddenly came to a halt.

There was only one jeep, flashing its lights, slowly moving towards the command tent.

It's not that Ophelia didn't want to drive fast, but the poison gas bomb converted from the oxygen cylinder on the floor of the back seat was very dangerous. It took a lot of effort just to secretly install this thing on the car. If the eastern defense line was hit by a shell, everyone within a few hundred meters would probably die.

This was the only weapon of mass destruction that Michelle had given him. For safety reasons, it was sealed and packed during transportation, with several layers of cushioning added, almost occupying an entire munitions box. Now that it was taken out and put away separately, it could not be placed as casually as before, and had to be treated with caution.

Of course, as a convertible jeep, it is necessary to cover the back seat floor with a blanket so that it is not conspicuous at night.

Finally, the small building that was converted into a command center came into view.

Ophelia opened the door and got out of the car, immediately attracting the attention of dozens of people around her, especially a bald man with a cigarette in his mouth. His hostile eyes were strong enough even without spider sense. And the group of soldiers around the bald man were similar. When they saw Mrs. Viper get out of the car, they all raised their guns.

"Good evening! Soldier, where is Ratio?" Ophelia opened the passenger door, sat down on the seat, and shouted in Croatian to the Croatian soldier closest to her.

"I'm here."

A voice came from behind the headquarters tent.

The one-armed man, Latio, walked out slowly, his expression solemn, his eyes carrying a heavy look that was difficult to conceal. Ophelia pretended not to notice the bald strong man approaching, and smiled at the one-armed man: "Congratulations on your survival, why do you look unhappy? Is it because I'm here?"

"I was afraid you wouldn't come!"

Before Latio could say anything, the bald man approached with a fierce look on his face: "I didn't expect you to dare to come to us alone. Very good..."

"Hey! Bernie! Stop talking!" Latio stood between the two and raised his only hand: "She did help us..."

"Help? That's called help!"

Bernie slapped Latio away, took a step forward and pointed his finger at Ophelia's face: "You treated our soldiers as cannon fodder! Do you think I would be grateful to you? And you even killed my brother! You are finished today, woman! I didn't expect you to be so stupid, so stupid that you thought a cripple like Latio could still be in charge?"

"So you're in charge now?" Ophelia touched the only two cigarettes she had, and without paying any attention to the ferocious face in front of her, she leisurely lit one: "Let me correct you, it's not entirely accurate to say that I'm using you as cannon fodder. After all, I'm leading people in the frontal battle. Otherwise, why do you think the pressure on you is so small?"

"If you say so, then so?" Seeing that the woman showed no sign of fear, Bernie roared, "Who knows if you and the other side have colluded? You killed my brother, and then joined forces with the Serbs and Muslims to divide up my brother's territory. Am I right?"

"Oh, so that skull-faced guy is your brother?"

Ophelia exhaled a puff of smoke, and the tentacles on the inside of her pants quietly stretched out and touched the switch of the gas bottle on the floor of the back seat of the car: "I'm sorry that I can't apologize to you because your brother attacked my territory a while ago. You know, this kind of thing can only have one result."

"Then there can only be one outcome for you tonight!"

The bald man pulled out his pistol and pointed it at Ophelia's forehead: "Then I'll shoot you in the head!"

"Really? Aren't you going to use me first?" Ophelia laughed twice, tilted her head and called out to Tirion who was silent half a meter away: "Hey Mr. Quiet, I'm calling you! This... Bernie, he said he wanted to blow my head off."

"I'm sorry, Ophelia..."

Tirion shook his head. "I wanted to keep my promise to you, but I can't do that now. They won't leave."

"But you can leave."

Madam Viper glanced at the bald strong man Bernie, and seeing that he didn't say anything, she continued: "You know I am usually willing to give people a second chance. Now is your second chance, Tirion. Take your people to Pier 7. I can arrange a ferry. Do you hear me?"

"￥%&#@￥%& (Croatian swear word)!" Bernie turned around and pointed the gun at Tirion: "You dare to leave? Did I let you go? No one is allowed to leave today! Tirion, you are a traitor! You are a coward! Do you understand? You broke one hand, and your courage is gone! You dare not be loyal to your boss, and you lose face and obey the enemy's orders! I used to think you were a man!"

"Don't listen to him, Mr. Quiet."

Beside Bernie, Ophelia lazily held a cigarette in her mouth. "This is your only chance to survive. You don't have much time to think about it. Make a decision quickly!"

"Did I let you talk?!"

Bernie slapped the woman in the face with his backhand, but it did not hit the woman's face as expected.

Ophelia squeezed his wrist.

It was such a fair and slender woman's arm, but the power was irresistible. Bernie subconsciously wanted to pull his left hand back, but Ophelia raised her leg and lightly kicked the other's left knee, then pulled with one hand, and the strong man was pulled directly to her waist.

lb!

The man's head hit his knees.

Then the second hit hit the car door floor, and I was in so much pain that I was stunned for half a second before I could make a sound.

It wasn't just the face that hurt, but also the broken kneecap.

Click!

The Bren-Ten pistol was pointed at his forehead. Ophelia circled around the soldier who had belatedly aimed his gun and slowly shook the cigarette: "Although I am willing to give people a second chance, he should at least have basic manners, right?"

"￥%*&# (Croatian swear word)!" Bernie gasped, staring with his eyes wide open: "You dare to shoot?! My people will beat you into pieces!"

"Why are you still here?"

Ophelia ignored him and looked up and called out to Tirion: "Ten seconds, if you don't move, I'm going to start."

Tirion was glaring too.

He couldn't understand what means the woman in front of him had to turn the situation around. After all, the previous battle was just a test of her shooting skills. But his instinct told him to leave quickly. This woman was not an impulsive type. She must have made preparations before she dared to come here alone.

"I'm leaving!" Tirion yelled, interrupting Ophelia's countdown. The one-armed man did not stop and turned to walk towards the jeep next to him.

"Don't let him go!"

Bernie yelled angrily: "Shoot! Kill him! Kill this traitor...Ahhhh!!!"

"Sorry, did I ask you to talk?" Ophelia said, and tore off his left ear. However, it was not just the ear that was torn off, but also half of the skin on the left side of his face. Under the effect of the toxin, the intense pain instantly broke through the defense of adrenaline, causing the man to howl miserably.

The noise frightened the surrounding soldiers.

Everyone looked at each other, not knowing whether to point their guns at Ophelia or Tirion. Instead, the one-armed man rushed to his confidant and said, "Don't just stand there! Follow me! Get in the car now! Hurry!"

"...Yes!" Several Kra soldiers hesitated for a moment and followed the order.

"You! And you!"

Tirion glanced at the screaming Bernie, and continued to rush towards several soldiers, shouting in a hoarse voice: "Do you believe me?! Do you believe me? If you believe me, follow me! Now! Immediately! Let's take a boat across the river! We can survive! I remember you! Your families are on the other side of the river! Do you understand! They are waiting for you! Come back with me!"

He no longer cared, tears streaming down his ferocious face: "Let's go home! This has nothing to do with us anymore! Damn it! Come with me now!"

"Damn it! Wait for me!"

"I want to get in the car too! Wait for me!" The starting of the vehicle engine caused a small chain reaction. More than a dozen Krish soldiers rushed to get on the car. Seeing that there was no room for more people, they immediately got on the second car, stepped on the accelerator and chased after Tirion's taillights.

“Wait for me!!!”

In just one minute, half of the soldiers around were gone.

"You don't seem to be as authoritative as you say?"

Using the communicator to inform the adjutant Sarovich to let the people cross the river, Ophelia pushed Bernie under her hard and threw him to the open space in front. The bald man covered his bloody left face tightly and staggered to his feet, but saw that a smoke bomb had appeared under Ophelia's feet, spewing gray mist.

He realized he couldn't hesitate any longer.

To hell with the previous plan of taking Ophelia hostage to force the Vipers to back down.

"Shoot! Kill her!"

Bernie's eyes almost popped out as he stared at the figure looming in the smoke. Countless bullets flew into the fog, and the sharp gunshots broke into his intact right ear, giving him a full sense of security.

There was a lot of blood...

He loosened his left hand and looked at the blood on his hand. As he looked at it, he felt something was wrong.

My hand isn't injured?

Why did my skin become like this?

A miserable howl immediately reached his ears, which was even more painful than his own just now. Bernie turned his head blankly and saw several festering and twisted faces.