The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

As she listened to the man's plea for mercy, Ophelia scanned the room, shot Eric in the knee twice, and, ignoring his agonizing wails, dragged the fat man into a secluded corner with one hand and devoured him completely with her devouring ability. After a long while, Ophelia let out a long sigh and threw herself onto a sofa in the corner, away from the naked fat man's position.

When Amari entered the room, she was half lying down smoking.

Smoking cigars, to be exact.

Judging from the degree to which her chest was rising and falling, it was probably the type where a cigar passed through her lungs. If it were an ordinary person, she would have been hospitalized for nicotine poisoning long ago.

"arranged?"

This time it was Ophelia who asked.

"Of course. There are two girls I've played with before. I've already called the club and they'll be temporarily under guard. As for now, I've made sure no one comes to disturb us." Amari gracefully stepped over a corpse. "You want to rest for a while, right?"

"Correct."

Ophelia exhaled a puff of smoke and continued to think with half-closed eyes. Her clothes were made very unsightly by the series of actions just now - or rather, it was pleasing to the eye. But even though Amari was staring at her, she had no intention of getting up and adjusting her clothes.

"Aren't you happy?"

The Duchess was silent for a moment and sat down next to Ophelia.

"Don't say anything yet." Madame Viper had a paralyzed expression on her face, blew out another puff of smoke from her cigar. She had long since turned off the music in the room, and now only the faint sounds from the dance floor could be heard through the wall. Amari had never seen such a look before, but she couldn't open her mouth to ask, so she just sat there.

The silence lasted for several minutes. After enjoying the cigar, Ophelia sat up and stretched. "It's almost time. Let's go back... Oh, my shoes seem to be left at the door. I hope they haven't been stepped on by those flustered girls."

"Of course that won't happen, because I brought it in. Madam, please allow me to help you put it on." Amari stood up and walked to Madam Viper and squatted down. As she squatted down, the soft beauty of her chest was completely exposed. Ophelia took a look at it and reached out to take it off: "No, I can put it on myself."

"Ok."

Amari straightened up, folded her hands on her lower abdomen, and her expression was calm, as if she was not the one who was rejected just now.

"Tell me more about Prague's nightclubs."

Ophelia walked out with her handbag, picking up the scattered shell casings outside. "Maybe your Grand Duchess Nissa and I can come over and have some fun sometime."

"of course."

As the two exited the VIP area, Ophelia ran into a familiar face—Phil Coulson—at the edge of the dance floor, peering around from the shadows. This scene immediately made Viper realize that the SHIELD agents were the unidentified individuals who had invaded the Olsanka Congress Hotel and Health Hotel as previously reported, and they were indeed targeting the antique dealer, Eric.

Unfortunately, he was one step ahead. Even if he had gotten into the VIP area, he would only have found the crime scene. Even Eric himself was nowhere to be found. He had to admit that Countess Amalie had been a huge help in this mission. Without her coordination with the club, Ophelia would probably have been in even more trouble.

"Has the video been deleted?"

"what?"

"Today's footage!" The music on the dance floor was so loud that Ophelia had to raise her voice. "All the surveillance footage in the club! Any footage of us entering or leaving the VIP area, especially the footage near the crime scene, must be deleted!"

"Of course! I'll call them now!" Amari was about to take out her phone when Ophelia reached out to stop her. "We have to get this done quickly! We're going straight to the surveillance room! Do you understand? We're going to find them and delete the surveillance footage right now! Who do you think we need to find? We're going right now!"

"Understood! This way!"

Amalie led her to an entrance at the edge of the dance floor. After the security guard let her in, they pushed the door open and entered a passage that was clearly only for staff. Ophelia then took the Duchess's hand and motioned for her to walk slower. "Wait, don't act like a subordinate to me when you go upstairs. I don't want the people at the club to notice our true relationship. We need to disguise ourselves, just like how you tricked the guard at the VIP entrance earlier."

"Oh, you have no idea how happy I am to hear that! Honey, let's continue playing." Amalie smiled charmingly and suddenly kissed Ophelia on the cheek. Seeing her frown, she had to make an excuse for her actions: "Well...we were just like this in front of the security guard just now. Don't be angry, okay? I just want to make sure everyone in the club has the same impression of us. After all, the boss will definitely ask someone about it. I know him well enough, but he's never seen me bring anyone to his door for such a thing. You're the first one."

"Let's go then."

Ophelia didn't plan to continue to worry about it. She wanted to get the surveillance video before the SHIELD agents came to check.

The electronic monitoring system in the late 90s was not so complete, so it should not be too difficult to deal with.

"Well, ma'am..."

Passing through the staircase entrance where two guards were standing guard, Amari held Ophelia's hand tightly and whispered, "Leave it to me from now on, okay? This isn't the first time I've dealt with the boss here, and I need your cooperation."

"Do what you have to do."

Madam Viper nodded, letting the other man hold her waist. "You said before that the witnesses have been apprehended, right? We need to figure out what to do with them. Keeping them alive is a potential threat, after all. They've seen my face, and I'm not suggesting killing them... How about this? Capture them and keep them in the fortress for a year or two before releasing them."

"As long as you like it."

The number of guards here increased, and they were openly carrying firearms. They might be more accurately described as gang members, and it wasn't hard to guess who owned the club. The two women continued hugging as they reached the end of the corridor, where they were in another basement. Based on the distance they had just traveled, they were clearly outside the club's building.

"Amalie!"

A handsome blond man came out. He was wearing a white suit and a rose on his chest. He looked like a typical rich second-generation man with slicked-back hair and powdered face. "It's been a while since we last spoke on the phone, right? I really miss you spending time in my shop. Oh... who is this?"

"My girl." Amalie said, licking her lips, and gave Ophelia a blow in front of several men.

"You've turned your interest to women now?"

The blond handsome guy shrugged his shoulders. "That's fine. Wow... you're such a beauty. Hello, my name is Lukasz Kovacs, if Amalie hasn't introduced me to you."

As he spoke, he extended his hand toward Ophelia.

"Hey, don't think about her."

Before the two could shake hands, Amari frowned and pulled Ophelia half a step away, out of Lukash's reach: "Don't think I've forgotten your hobby."

"Of course, come, take a seat."

Lukash put his hands in his pockets, his smile undiminished. He strolled leisurely as he led the two into the room. "I'm sorry I don't have any blood to serve you. You vampires have been quite active lately, and many people have been frightened. I didn't expect my shop to become your scene so quickly. Fortunately, there wasn't a riot tonight, otherwise it would have been very troublesome to clean up."

"That's exactly what I came to you about. I need to delete tonight's surveillance footage." Seeing Lukash pouring his own wine, Amari made a direct request without further ado: "Give us the storage hard drive as well. We'll ensure no one can recover the data."

"Yeah, I just watched the video after receiving your call." The man, holding his wine glass, sat on the sofa opposite and waved to the armed guards in the room to move away. "I don't know who that fat guy is, but he was very generous and ordered several of my most beautiful little princesses. You know, I'm not always able to control women's mouths."

"You make an offer."

Amari only replied with one sentence.

Ophelia snuggled in her arms and pinched the Duchess's waist in a subtle way.

"Then give me those girls." Amari paused and continued, "You know my tastes have changed now, and we're short of blood slaves lately."

"Oh, Lord."

Lukash pretended to make the sign of the cross on his chest. "Looks like I'm going to sacrifice some beautiful young virgins to the devil... Haha, okay, they're not pure virgins, but I don't think you guys care."

clang.

He took out a gold coin and threw it into the center of the table between the two sofas.

"make a deal."

......

Early morning, High Castle Fortress.

Ophelia took Alessa out for over an hour before the store closed, changing into new clothes before slowly driving back. Meanwhile, Duchess Amalie had already taken care of all the necessary matters for the mission and paid the due amount, leaving the club owner, Lukash, beaming.

Evil organizations are so efficient.

"Did you bring a pet back?"

Nisha looked at the three young girls wearing black hoods and trembling with fear beside the car, then turned her gaze to Ophelia. "No wonder you specifically told her not to let the little wildcat know. She's so adorable when she gets jealous... But don't you really consider me? Are you so sure I'll be fine?"

"No, I'm sure you've already secretly told that little wild cat, and are waiting to go find trouble with Mr. Watson, Miss Watson, or Ms. Drew." Ophelia hugged her and rubbed her lips against Nysha's snow-white neck. "These three are eyewitnesses. You can't let me kill them all, right?"

"So what are you going to do with them?"

"We'll keep them for a year or two and then release them. By then, no one will be paying attention to this incident. I've already asked the club. They came in illegally, and now they're in the High Castle Fortress, which is like being imprisoned. We'll take care of their food, clothing, housing, and transportation. All they have to do is donate blood regularly, and they don't have to sell their bodies. I think it's fair."

"You always come up with excuses like this." Nisha smiled and shook her head. "I suggest you pay more attention to Miss Butterfly Knife. We haven't seen each other for a while, and you're still always putting on this facade. I feel bad for her. Do you know how hard I tried to comfort her last night?"