Click!

Another guard, his neck broken, collapsed to the ground. Ophelia activated her devouring ability to absorb him, then walked into the living room to pour herself a glass of wine. The antique dealer, Erich Forsberg, was not at the hotel. He had gone out with some of his entourage to eat, drink, and have fun, leaving only two people to guard the hotel suite.

"...Yes, just pick any one you want. You're coming too, right?" After inspecting the entire luxurious suite, Ophelia sat on the sofa, sipping the fine wine the antique dealer brought while talking on the phone. "Of course, I don't mind...Okay, okay, I knew you would say that."

After hanging up the phone, she grabbed her glass and rummaged through her luggage. Eric had gone out to eat and drink, leaving many things in the room. Now she knew the combinations to some of the suitcases. These suitcases all belonged to his entourage, and apart from weapons, clothes, documents, and a small amount of currency, there wasn't much else inside.

I guess they are all in here.

Ophelia turned her attention to several locked boxes. These were Eric's personal trunks, containing antiques. Only he knew the combination. Prying them open was possible, but the trunks had built-in alarms. Forcing them open would alert Eric, and it would be bad if he scared him away.

About 5 minutes later, news came from the High Castle Fortress that the delivery vehicle had departed. Ophelia climbed back onto the roof of the hotel, rode on the levitation cloak back to her car hidden nearby, started the engine and drove onto the road near the park.

The two guards didn't know the exact location.

Of course, their main task was to guard the hotel rooms. Eric didn't need to tell himself which specific store he was going to have fun in, and he might have changed the location in the middle, which caused a lot of trouble for Ophelia's search work.

After meeting the delivery truck from the Vysehrad Fortress east of Grobovka Park, Ophelia changed her dress and continued driving towards the Prague National Museum. There were several famous nightclubs nearby, and Eric had been talking about them for a while, successfully convincing the guards.

To do this, she took the phones of the two guards.

If he hadn't caught anyone after raiding several locations, he could use the guard's voice to call and ask his companions about the situation, or use the suitcase he had taken out of the hotel to make some moves. According to the memory he had just retrieved, the two sides would contact each other every two hours to prevent Erich and his group from encountering any accidents while the hotel was unaware of them.

There are about 40 minutes left until the next contact time.

If she really couldn't find him, she could just wait for Eric to return to the hotel, but Ophelia had agreed to play with Alyssa after all, so she didn't want to delay too long.

And she had a guess.

The arrival of the SHIELD agents might also be related to this Erich Forsberg.

Chatting with Alessa, who had flashed into the passenger seat, while steering, Ophelia soon arrived at her destination. Using the communicator, she reiterated to the surveillance team that they were not allowed to interfere, and she parked the car a little further away, quietly biding her time.

It is now 9:22 pm, and there are less than 3 minutes until the next contact.

"Can't I really come with you?"

"Minors are not allowed in nightclubs, dear."

Ophelia checked her face in the rearview mirror. Her gray-blue eye makeup, chocolate-colored lips, and long, wavy white and red hair, parted in sections, made her look like a typical lonely nightclub girl. "Just stay in the car and pay attention to my call, okay?"

"Okay." Alyssa swung her legs and opened a comic book, while Ophelia closed the car window to ensure that the noise from the nightclub outside could not come in.

hum-

As she began to check her equipment, her phone vibrated.

"Ahem—good evening, man, good evening, man, I'm in the hotel—good evening." Ophelia adjusted her voice to make sure it was basically the same as the hotel guard's before answering the phone: "Hey, man."

"Is there anything unusual over there?"

"What could be unusual?" Ophelia said, glancing out the window. "Ryder and I are bored as hell, and there's nothing to watch on TV. Hey, listen, how about we go out together tomorrow night? I heard that music you guys have there. Where are you enjoying it? Damn, it must be exciting."

"Ha! Just think about it!" The music on the other end of the phone was so loud that the man had to turn up the volume: "Follow the plan. If you have the guts, go ask the boss for instructions. Don't talk nonsense to me!"

"Hey! Come on!" Ophelia stretched out her arm and pulled the phone away. At the same time, she changed to another guard's voice, pretending that he was speaking next to her: "You still owe me 200 yuan! Now it's time for you to repay me! Do you hear me?"

"Sorry, it's too noisy here and I can't hear you."

"Don't hang up! The situation on your end hasn't been confirmed yet!"

"There's no problem on our side. That's it. I'm hanging up."

beep--

call ended.

Ophelia had roughly memorized the music clip she had just heard.

"...Let's get away all night~~You know I don't care~~Yeah..." She hummed the melody and lyrics as she started the engine, rolled down all the windows, and lightly stepped on the accelerator, turning and heading straight for the nightclub she had just passed. The good thing about places like this is that the volume is so loud that you can basically hear what's playing inside from outside. After carefully distinguishing the music, Ophelia decisively changed her destination.

Not this one.

The car drove to the intersection, turned left, and headed straight for another nightclub.

Not here either.

She quickly ran through the list of nightclubs Erich had mentioned, eliminating them one by one. When she reached the fourth nightclub, Ophelia finally heard a similar melody. She activated her communicator, told the surveillance team the address, and then opened the car door.

"Mom, you sing so beautifully."

"Of course." After kissing Alyssa, Ophelia closed the car door and said, "No matter how much you praise me, I won't take you in. Wait until I come back."

After saying that, the woman picked up her handbag and walked towards the nightclub.

Of course, she had no intention of entering through the main entrance. Nightclubs, a place of vibrant lights and revelry, offer a stark contrast in visual color, with plenty of dark corners to hide in. She also sought a quick way around the main entrance. Ophelia quickly found a climbing point, easily ascended to the second floor, and slipped through a grille.

The deafening music was instantly amplified several times.

But the ears still caught other movements nearby.

"(Czech)...have a cigarette."

"(Czech) Don't hide in the toilet to smoke this time. The customer complained last time, so don't blame me for not reminding you." A conversation between two men came from below. Ophelia waited quietly for a while, and slowly cut the flat baffle in front of her with the short blade condensed by the blacklight virus. Then she leaned her head out slightly and saw a security guard in the corner yawning boredly.

The ceiling here was decorated with rows of irregularly shaped long chandeliers, leaving a narrow space between them and the top. Due to the complex lighting conditions, it was difficult to notice what was happening above the lights. However, the security guard's field of vision covered the entire corridor, so if he fell down, he would definitely be seen.

After observing the situation, Ophelia reached into her bag and took out a few banknotes and two iron pieces. To avoid the sound of collision, the latter were wrapped separately in a layer of overlapping velvet, which took some effort to untie.

She was very skilled in the following operations.

The security guard was clearly distracted and likely wouldn't immediately notice the bills coming from the ceiling. Even if he did notice, she could still deal with him once he approached. After a moment's preparation for magnetic beam manipulation, Ophelia let go, and the two metal pieces, holding the bills, accelerated down to the carpet below.

The effect of the magnetic beam was very stable. She stuck half of her face out of the gap again to observe, and made sure that the security guard in the corner didn't notice anything unusual here at all, so she continued to control the magnetic beam to influence the two iron pieces.

The banknotes were pushed around on the carpet by the iron sheet.

This finally attracted the attention of the security guard.

Ophelia maneuvered the metal piece a few meters away. The black gadget was completely inconspicuous in the dim environment, especially since the man's attention was focused on the banknotes. He walked over slowly, looked around, and then leaned over to pick up the money.

He didn't notice a head popping up from above him.

A few seconds later, Ophelia saw the woman shove the money into her pocket like a thief and turn to walk towards the corner she had been in. The woman immediately slipped through the gap between the two rows of light strips, landing steadily on the carpet. With a gentle flick of her left hand, the two metal pieces flew back into her palm, and she stepped out of the corner.

Ophelia adjusted her skirt as she walked, and informed the surveillance team surrounding the nightclub outside that this tight skirt was not easy to withstand large leg movements. The climbing and bending just now had almost lifted the entire skirt to her waist. Fortunately, no one saw it.

"Received, no similar personnel were found to have left."

A report from the surveillance team came over the communicator.

Next it's time to try your luck.

Nightclubs in the late 90s were also fond of futurism, eager to use all kinds of lights to dazzle people's eyes. The large dance floor in the front was full of people, and there were three separate cylindrical stages for accommodating pole dancers. As for the music, there was really nothing much to say. It was pure rhythmic songs, which was very convenient for covering up the gunshots.

Madame Viper carries two former Soviet-made PB pistols in her body, which are suppressor (silencer) versions of the classic Makarov pistol. They do not simply add a suppressor to the muzzle, but redesign the entire slide. The front half is completely fixed and can be used with a special suppressor.

Although the 8-round magazine is still the same.

"Hey! Lady! Are you alone?"

As soon as Ophelia approached the dance floor, she was spotted by a passionate man.

"Sorry, you're not my ideal type." Ophelia turned sideways, avoiding the other person's arm. However, the guy didn't intend to give up and followed in two steps: "What, are you in a hurry? Do you have a friend waiting for you?"

"Oh, you're so passionate."

Ophelia flexed her wrist and gave the other person a charming smile: "Then let's see how fast you can catch up with me."

"Hey baby, I'm so cumming, seriously!"

The man was ecstatic and chased Ophelia into the crowd, but was then hit on the side of the neck and lost consciousness.