"Hehehehe~~~"

Alesha laughed like a silver bell and ran to the front excitedly and turned around.

"Eva! Wait!"

Miranda put on a scolding expression at the right moment, frowning as she chased after him, pretending to be a single mother who was helpless with her naughty daughter: "This is a church, didn't I tell you? Don't yell in a church, it's not nice!"

"But they are shouting too!" Alyssa pointed at the tour group with a willful look on her face.

Coulson and Flatmund, who were chatting, glanced over and then looked away, seemingly unaware of anything unusual. Miranda's Blacklight body's superior visual system allowed her to simply tilt her head slightly and catch the look on Agent Hand's face. She crouched down, placed her hands on Alessa's shoulders, and began to lecture her, "Is this how I taught you? You're not learning from good things, you're just learning from bad things?"

"I'm a bad kid." Alyssa blinked and smiled mischievously: "And why do you call me Eva?"

"Call me mom and I'll call you Alessa."

"No, I have Red Mom."

"Really? Can't White Mom do that?" Miranda picked up Alessa and walked past Coulson a meter to his left, earning him a kind smile. "I can also buy you delicious ice cream, and it's no worse than your Red Mom's."

"No, you're a pretty woman, but you really remind me of that witch who wanted to burn me alive." Alessa acted like a good girl, holding Miranda in her arms. Her voice was very, very soft: "I can try to hug you... Well, it doesn't feel good, and you don't want to call me Alessa."

"That's such a shame! It seems I'll have to adopt another cutie. Maybe she'd be happy to change her name to Eva." Miranda put Alyssa down, and the little girl immediately started to trot away with a giggle on her face, leaving her with no choice but to continue reaching out to pull her: "Don't be like that, dear!"

"Stop pulling me!"

Alyssa looked unhappy, and acted like a serious person.

Miranda and she stopped not far from Coulson and chatted for about a minute. It was not until the tourists came closer that the two men felt that the scene was a bit noisy and decided to go to the more secluded corridor on the right to continue their conversation.

Isn’t that the right guess?

Watching the two men walk away, Miranda patted Alesha's shoulder, and the little girl turned around and ran towards the entrance of the corridor on the other side.

"Eva! Wait!"

Miranda stood up and took a few steps, pretending to have accidentally dropped her wallet and had to go back to pick it up. When she stood up again, Alessa was no longer in sight. Miranda quickened her pace and walked into the left corridor, where she saw Coulson and Flatmund at the end of the right-turning passage.

"Excuse me, please..." Miranda trotted over and continued speaking English with a distinct Eastern European accent: "Excuse me, have you seen a little girl? Um, sorry, my daughter is so excited, she's wearing a black dress..."

"of course."

Coulson pointed to his left: "Your daughter runs very fast, you'd better..."

Both men were distracted.

It is enough.

Miranda's left and right fists stabbed out like lightning, hitting Coulson and Flatmund's chins accurately. Both men lost consciousness without a sound. Ignoring the fallen Coulson, Miranda lifted Flatmund up, and several tentacles immediately extended into his clothes to help stabilize his body and head.

She leaned into the unconscious man's arms, feigning the appearance of a loving couple. Using her tentacles, she controlled his limbs and movements, and together they walked towards the southeast exit. Before anyone else could see, the levitation cloak, as its master commanded, shifted to Flatmund, transforming into a loose, hooded jacket, primarily to cover his eyes.

The whole process took less than 30 seconds, and Miranda had already led the group out of Tyne Cathedral and to the agreed location half a block away. The Hydra soldiers parked an empty car there, and Miranda stuffed the group into the back seat, started the engine, and drove away.

To be on the safe side, Fratmund will be sent to an interrogation location far away from the High Castle.

He was escorted and tortured by Hydra soldiers throughout the process.

If this guy has the guts to act tough, when night falls, it will be the turn of the vampires to take the stage.

But for Miranda, today's mission is not over yet.

She transformed back into Ophelia in the car and drove to where she had parked to hand over the task to her subordinates. Then, she changed vehicles again and headed for the Olsanka Congress and Wellness Hotel, in the direction of the Prague TV Tower. The Austrian antique dealer—the other Hydra faction—was staying there. Ophelia intended to use him to reassert the vampires' control over Prague's underworld.

Madame Viper understood her Hydra colleague's decision. If she had heard of the Prague vampires' internal strife, she would have certainly sent out a force to test the waters. It was just that she was too quick, while the other party was a step behind, unable to catch up with Prague's wavering. Now that the redistribution of interests within humanity had been finalized, no one wanted to give up their newly acquired power.

Of course, it is also possible that the preliminary cooperation plan was not agreed upon.

Hydra is an external force after all.

It is natural that it is easy for local people to form groups to fight against each other.

During this period, the blood clan's clean and efficient assassination and kidnapping operations not only caused deterrence, but also indirectly supported Prague's confidence. However, even so, the blood clan still had to continue to show a tough attitude and means, and continue to use beautiful victories to stabilize the situation.

Otherwise, the fragile cooperative relationship that has just been established is likely to fall apart.

“So this is called a probation period?”

"That's the most fitting analogy I can think of. At least you understand. That's the downside of being a bad guy. We're nowhere near strong enough to stand on the stage and issue orders. We need a group of capable people to provide cover and find a way to enforce our will."

Ophelia glanced at Alessa in her arms, then cast her gaze back to the sky, waiting for dusk to end the sun's all-day show. "Besides, this isn't just Silent Hill. This is one of the oldest and largest cities in Europe. We'll need even more cover."

"Would it be so troublesome in the old Silent Hill?"

"If it were the old Silent Hill, with high mountains and long roads, and the cult being so stupid..." The woman touched Alessa's head: "If I had met you decades earlier, I would have made the entire Silent Hill respect you as a princess, and you could kill anyone you wanted."

"really?"

"That's fake. I have no interest in ruling and torturing a bunch of idiots."

"That's right." Alessa buried her face in Ophelia's chest and stopped talking.

hum-

The phone on the passenger seat vibrated.

After lighting a cigarette and listening to her subordinates' reports, Ophelia tossed the phone back to the co-pilot. As expected, Flatmund, the pampered young master, didn't last long. Realizing there was no hope of rescue, he quickly succumbed to the physical memory restoration technique.

One has to admit that Flatmund's father did have some connections. Although this could not help him escape the assassination of the vampires, he did find a way to leave a lot of resources for his son, including a unilateral intelligence output channel to S.H.I.E.L.D.

To be precise, it's a mobile phone number.

Of course, the call cannot be made directly to Agent Coulson, but will enter S.H.I.E.L.D.'s global intelligence network. After identification and analysis at each level and reporting and feedback, it may eventually become an operational mission for field agents.

But this still cannot explain why Phil Coulson and Victoria Hand were sent here. Although their current ranks are not very high, Ophelia knows what status this man and woman will have in the future. Their business abilities are naturally beyond doubt, and they will definitely be trained as core backbones.

What happened in Prague?

A group of vampires died, a group of officials were framed as accidents and corrupt officials, and a tear gas incident came out of nowhere on the street.

Could this attract S.H.I.E.L.D.?

It would be easy to understand if it were a decade or so from now when satellites are everywhere, the Internet is exploding, and intelligence can be easily searched. But now it is 1999, and it is still in Central and Southern Europe, not North America or South America, where SHIELD's power is most developed.

Ophelia didn't understand the problem.

She's going to act now.

Alessa didn't like the smell of smoke, perhaps because it reminded her of the pain of being burned alive, so she slipped back to Silent Hill early. Ophelia parked her car in the bushes of a remote park, opened the door in her combat uniform, and let her levitation cloak carry her into the night sky.

Once the sun went down, things got much easier. She free-falled from a few hundred meters above the hotel and landed smoothly on the roof. The hotel was part of a complex, with restaurants, bars, a convention center, a stadium, and various clubs nearby. It was a typical futuristic design.

Many places were still under renovation, which made it easier for Ophelia to move around.

Prague only revealed the existence of this antique dealer. The information that he was staying at the Olsanka Congress and Health Hotel was found out by Casimir. The whole thing really has a bit of a trial period flavor - unlike the previous "redividing the cake", this antique dealer does not involve the personal interests of local officials.

As long as Ophelia's methods were appropriate and did not cause large-scale riots or even casualties among innocent citizens, Prague would not interfere and would be willing to take over the finishing work, just like the previous series of horrific assassinations and kidnappings.

This means that Madame Viper cannot charge in through the main gate with a gun, but for her, there are plenty of ways to solve this task.