latelenovela Chapter 498 Suddenly everything came together
Chapter 498 Suddenly everything came together
Over this period of time, the locals have formed a clear name for the Ophelia faction.
It's called the "Viper Gang".
And because of the tragic scene of using poison gas to kill a group of Croat soldiers on the battlefield, the nickname "Red Witch" was completely given to Ophelia. Mrs. Viper did not count on the cultural level of the locals, so she let them call her that.
She arranged for Savic to continue sending people to investigate the movements of the Serb and Muslim leaders, while she herself spent an evening getting a detailed understanding of the various recent events that had occurred within the Viper Gang's territory. She had been away for a while, and the morale in the base had been noticeably affected, especially among the mercenaries on the periphery, who were standing in a somewhat lazy manner.
As for the residents of the area, they have enjoyed a relatively peaceful period. Nicolai and Iben have indeed begun to launch attacks covertly as a test recently, but the scale of these attacks can be considered quite harmonious compared to the scenes of entire blocks being in chaos at any time in the past.
Frightened by the name of the Red Witch, the two men were extremely cautious.
Sarovich reacted quickly.
Soldiers always arrive at the scene quickly and eliminate the chaos before it even begins.
On the other hand, Ophelia has repeatedly emphasized her position and concept of not caring about the hatred between the three local tribes. Therefore, this sentence has been implemented by most members of the Viper Gang and is fully reflected in their actual actions.
Although a considerable number of combatants in the mercenary force came from the three local tribes, most of them had witnessed Ophelia's various methods of punishment with their own eyes, so naturally no one dared to act rashly again, at least not too excessively.
The formation of small groups is still inevitable.
But objectively speaking, it is at least much better than thinking about using knives and guns as soon as we meet before.
Especially until today, there are still constant frictions of varying sizes in the areas where Serb and Muslim territories meet. In comparison, the Viper Gang's territory seems calm, with not many shells falling from the sky and not many small gang members wandering the streets with guns.
Another aspect is the flow of personnel.
Ophelia is ultimately an outsider.
It is normal not to gain trust in a short period of time.
The post-war exodus of some residents from the territory was to be expected, but Ophelia hadn't anticipated the influx of both those seeking to leave and those seeking to enter. Small numbers of people had been moving into areas like the central district of Vessaniko, Serb territory, and Muslim territory. Ultimately, the blockade along the territory's perimeter was too long, and the Vipers could only deploy minimal personnel to guard key points.
Sarovich had reported this matter over the phone long beforehand. Ophelia had instructed him to complete the security check procedures before accepting these refugees. Even though most of them were losers who had been forced to move because they couldn't make it, Mrs. Viper was willing to...
Well, Madame Viper didn't care.
Once she gets rid of Nicolai and Iben, Visaniko will usher in a period of stability, and she won't bother to care where these residents want to go.
Just don't mess with her.
"call--"
Ophelia was half lying on the sofa with a cigar in her mouth, puffing out smoke lazily.
A tentacle stretched out from the gap in the pillow and connected to the faceless nurse sitting next to it.
After receiving the instruction, Lisa replaced the file with a new one for her master.
"You'd look better in your old nurse's uniform, dear. Go put it on." Ophelia put down the paper and looked at the clothes hanging on the back of the chair. "Oh, I hope it's not damaged, otherwise Donna will have to help mend it again... How about we take that silly girl over to play for a few days?"
Lisa, who was putting on her nurse's uniform, nodded.
"Then it's settled."
The woman was satisfied and continued to look through the documents.
A few days ago, news of new movements from the Croats on the other side of the Sava River surfaced: they were regrouping their forces, their intentions obvious. There was also a familiar face in the photo: the one-armed man named Tirion, weaving among the Lek soldiers.
She had given him a second chance to leave before releasing the poison gas that day, and although he did leave and cried like that - but if this guy was determined to continue to stand on the side of his compatriots, Ophelia had to say that she was a little disappointed.
Charged with the two major crimes of desertion and collusion with the enemy, Tirion's compatriots may not still consider him a compatriot.
...I wouldn't do that.
Forget it, it’s just one more shot.
"Zha—Madam, there are new developments on the two targets."
At this moment, the communicator on the table rang. Ophelia dropped the documents, stood up, and put her clothes on. She used her tentacles to hang the communicator to her ear and said, "Wait a moment, Sarovich. Meet in the intelligence room in 10 minutes."
"receive."
"Take good care of the house until I come back." After giving Lisa a squeeze, Ophelia buttoned her camouflage uniform, pulled her gun belt, and pushed open the door. This house was where she had first met Alessa, and it held a lot of commemorative significance, so Lady Viper had chosen it as her residence in Visanico.
Of course, the commemoration here also includes the three sisters Lisa and Lalala.
Two teams of elite Hydra soldiers were already stationed nearby. Seeing their leader appear, they immediately dispatched someone to start their jeep. Soon, the convoy, carrying Ophelia, set off for the agreed location.
"Have one?"
"No, ma'am, thank you."
"Okay." Seeing the driver shake his head, Ophelia put the cigarette in her mouth, lit it with a lighter, and took a deep drag. She had brought a large bag of luggage back to Vessanico, filled with all kinds of cigarettes, enough for an average person to smoke for more than half a year. The amount she smoked daily was also enough to kill an average person.
Her smoking addiction only strikes when she turns into Ophelia. Mr. Watson, Miss Watson, and Ms. Drew are not interested in cigarettes at all. But since smoking no matter how much won't do any harm, Ophelia just follows her feelings.
I went to the intelligence room and started listening to the report again.
Ophelia didn't intend to waste any time. After confirming the situation, she immediately began to arrange an action plan. Nicolai and Iben were the leaders of two major organizations, and it was almost impossible for them to get together under normal circumstances. It was only last time when they wanted to meet her that they asked Police Chief Alexander to take the lead in choosing a place.
Just when Mrs. Viper was thinking about whether to repeat the same trick and go to the Serb and Muslim territories to obtain intelligence by devouring, Sarovich received a new message, but this message had nothing to do with the assassination.
Tirion Green requests an audience.
This senior Croat officer took advantage of the cover of night and crossed by boat from Croatia across the Sava River.
Naturally, it did not escape the eyes of the Hydra soldiers.
But it looked like he didn't intend to hide.
Soon, the Hydra soldiers took Tirion Grimm into another room. Compared to the last time they met, the one-armed man's hair was almost completely white. Even though his expression was still very determined, it could not hide his increasingly exhausted state.
"Please sit down, Mr. Green." Ophelia refilled her cigarette and watched the one-armed man slowly sit down across from her. She also asked slowly, "I can guess what you want to talk to me about, but I think you'd rather tell me yourself."
“My people want to take this land back.”
The man sat upright, his voice slightly hoarse, "They've assembled troops on the other side of the river, and they've got artillery support. I've been trying to dissuade them. Croat soldiers shouldn't continue to be sacrificed like this, but, unfortunately, I can't stop it..."
"Oh, bad news."
Ophelia smiled and glanced at Sarovich next to her: "It seems that my name as the Red Witch is not so scary, right?"
Adjutant Sarovich had a sullen face, looking like a wooden man.
I guess he didn't know whether he should agree or not.
"They've heard about the tragedy. Word has spread everywhere." Tirion hesitated, then continued, "But they think it's just some kind of weapon, perhaps just poison gas or something. And you must not have many, otherwise you would have used it long ago."
You guessed it right.
"It seems they haven't suffered enough casualties." Ophelia exhaled a puff of smoke. "I'll remind them again when I have a chance. Hmm... I guess that opportunity isn't far off. Why don't you go back and urge them to attack sooner rather than later?"
"Things don't have to come to this, my lady!" Tirion was anxious. He pushed his knees hard to stand up. "I came to you to stop all this! Those... my compatriots should not die in this meaningless war of hatred. I've been doing this all my life, and enough people have died!"
"I know you're tired of it."
Madame Viper smiled and shook her head. "And I also know that most of the Khmer people don't agree with you. I even know that many of them think you're a traitor."
"It doesn't matter what happens to me! What matters is that we can stop this war!"
Tirion spoke earnestly, hesitated for a few seconds, and pulled a folded document from his pocket with his only hand. The paper seemed to be soaked in water and looked wrinkled. "I didn't want to do this, but I have no choice."
"But you look like you've been planning this for a long time, don't you?" Ophelia took the document and motioned for the other man to sit back down. "Let's take a look... Oh, patrol routes, officers' quarters, duty arrangements, and river crossing plans... Well, congratulations! You single-handedly defeated my intelligence team."
"No, ma'am, I've already been handling most of this work, so sorting this out isn't difficult." Tirion threw out his biggest bargaining chip, not caring about anything else, and stood up eagerly again: "I've already listed some targets. Those last few pages of photos are all high-ranking members of the Kronos army on the other side. As long as we kill them, I'm confident that I can stop this offensive!"
"Let me sort it out."
Ophelia looked at him and said, "You want me to kill your good brothers and become the highest official yourself, is that right?"
"No! Ma'am! Not like that!"
"Hey! Stand back!"
Savic couldn't bear it anymore, so he strode forward with his pistol in his hand and pushed away the one-armed man who was getting closer and closer to Ophelia. The soldiers around him raised their guns and aimed at the tall and thin figure in the center of the venue.
"Tell me, Tirion." Ophelia looked at the man's face. "The last time I saw you, you were overthrown by Skull-Faced's brothers, and they only came... fifty? Eighty? I can't remember exactly. What makes me believe that you can control the large group of Crone soldiers on the other side of the river by killing a dozen people?"