Miss Beautiful C.E.O and her system

Yang Qingyue and Cai Ning had never run as much as this time. They recalled the time when the two played tag-you are it. Calming down the excitement, both put the visors down and decided to act according to the previous arrangement.

The noise quietened down. A few bangs uttered across the hall, probably the poor targets left behind. If not for their sacrifice, Yang Qingyue and Cai Ning might be followed and pressured.

It wasn't so easy to get out of the fight. Yang Qingyue and Cai Ning paid salutes to those paper targets for their heroic act.

In fact, the two had communicated with eye language, approving of Ling Qingyu's guards' skills. They were also relieved to giveaway some advantages Ling Qingyu pursued and autonomy.

A dangerous move in officialdom, when a strong element, a variable uncertain enough to cause a huge negative impact, was no longer in control. However, since the two trusted Ling Qingyu and understood her subtle inner mindset, no one minded.

If a leader wasn't Ling Qingyu, that would become a problem; however, they still retained several ways to press the danger, should one arise.

Furthermore, they were also confident in their rise in the social ladder to check and balance Ling Qingyu. Plus, Yang Qingyue, who had exchanged 'deeply', was the least worried.

The two's trial had made them impressed, especially Ling Qingyu's guards who fought against them. Even though the advantage leaned toward them, they weren't arrogant to think they were superior.

Defense and offense had distinct requirements. If there were equalities between parties, there wouldn't be any change in the situation except stalemate.

Ling Qingyu's guards were limited a lot by Tang Ziyi to display the skills of individuals and team. So, Yang Qingyue and Cai Ning understood the obstacles the guards had to wriggle through.

Tang Ziyi had already informed them that the operators serving as their opponents were newbies or the newest generation, whose hands hadn't touched and felt the guns, unlike the two policewomen or the first generation they knew.

This was what shocked Yang Qingyue and Cai Ning the most. New recruits were able to fight head-on with them or even suppress them.

One must know the two policewomen weren't simple. Cai Ning underwent rigorous training when she joined the reputable MSS. The grueling selection process and arduous training exercise, along with dangerous missions, could already raise Cai Ning to veteran status.

Of course, her level still couldn't compare with tier-one special forces but it wasn't much different. Perhaps, in terms of skills and talent, she wasn't bad but she lacked the required stamina and endurance.

On the other hand, Yang Qingyue wanted to join special task force like her childhood friend but she didn't pass them. It wasn't wrong to say Cai Ning was better.

However, who made her have a powerful mother in the officialdom. One word solved everything. Unfortunately, her mother would never allow her daughter to work in the most dangerous field. She could accept her daughter serving as a police member and limit Yang Qingyue's desire.

Yang Qingyue strongly protested against this behavior and negotiated with her mother. Finally, the two agreed Yang Qingyue to participate in SWAT training and the required skillsets. Yang Qingyue was able to enjoy and learn them, engaged with many special police units but was forbidden to ever serve as a SWAT member.

In short, the two's skills mustn't be underestimated. Ling Qingyu's guards were facing against two SWAT-like operators. Hence, Yang Qingyue and Cai Ning were delighted to see Ling Qingyu's subordinates able to repulse and force them away.

Although both discovered obvious military traits in the operators, especially the aggressive tactics, Ling Qingyu's guards weren't police in the first place. The two attributed the reason to Tang Ziyi's teaching. How could a mercenary train a proper police? What was important than to solve severe crisis in Province N? Only supreme strength could crush those unscrupulous gangs and organized criminals.

The requirements and expectations weren't too high. Yang Qingyue and Cai Ning were satisfied with today's test. Now, all that remained was to see the simulation through to the end.

Not to mention, they were too happy to participate in the simulated battlefield. If not for their busy career, they also wanted to enjoy daily training.

"I wonder how's Sister Ling doing." Cai Ning said with a chuckle.

"Well, I hope she's fine. You should hear gunfire exchanging rapidly. That's likely back and forth." Yang Qingyue analyzed the sound, coming from Ling Qingyu's area. "It means she's surviving."

"Oh, don't you even have confidence in her? Perhaps, she can easily overturn the opposing team like the protagonists in the movie." Cai Ning smirked and said, though her expression was hidden under the hood. "After all, there must be something positive with what you choose."

Yang Qingyue heard her friend teasing and stared at Cai Ning's eyes. She understood her friend likely guessed something and didn't rebuke her. "Stop kidding. We're even struggling to not die. What do you expect more?"

Cai Ning shrugged. "Come on. Why do you think Sister Tang explicitly stated she should be alone?"

Her friend's question really stumped Yang Qingyue. She couldn't understand how a true novice like Ling Qingyu would defend well.

Was there something she hadn't put in the calculation? Never mind, Yang Qingyue shook her head. "Anyway, we don't need to care too much and do our part. Let's trust Sister Ling, shall we?"

"Of course. There's nothing except this. I doubt if we separate, we won't last a minute." Cai Ning nodded and answered. "Just be mindful of the gunfire near Ling Qingyu. If it stops or quiets down, we must be prepared to be flanked."

While the two policewomen came up with countermeasures if Ling Qingyu failed, things spiced up on the other side. Ling Qingyu's behavior brought joy from the onlookers. Even Tang Ziyi's eyelids twitched.

Well, Ling Qingyu did very well, slowing down her opponents in spite of obvious successful advances. However, if Ling Qingyu hadn't survived, the opposing team might have already reached to diffuse the bomb.

Since ammunition was limited, Ling Qingyu couldn't waste it willfully. Though she could utilize her space ring to store bullets and exploit this advantage, she didn't want to cheat and didn't want to display her secrets to many outsiders.

As a result, Ling Qingyu was forced to precisely estimate the number of bullets in her hand and use them wisely or sparingly. She couldn't fight head-on, with the number of bullets she possessed. One against four, no one needed to question. Not skills, not even ammunition. Avoid the strong and strike the weak.

While the operators were clearing room after room, Ling Qingyu would find the exact weak moment to strike. She would fire a couple of rounds and retreat, harassing the group.

Sometimes Ling Qingyu used only one or two shots, when the opponents weren't paying attention.

She picked up several choke points for ambushes. The operators were forced to heighten their vigilance. When their brains burned more calories, people became a bit tired and made mistakes in judgment, which was what Ling Qingyu wanted.

Though her hits landed mostly on the protected vests, Ling Qingyu didn't mind. She continued her harassment to the point where her opponents wanted to tear her body into pieces.

She had reverted to the style of cat and mouse game, playing guerrilla war. Ling Qingyu's mood became sky-high. Although she couldn't see the depressed face in the opponents' expressions, Ling Qingyu could perceive the dreadful palpitation.

The rage and frustration inside. As long as the victim wasn't her, Ling Qingyu was happy to see. After all, when the team tried to catch up, Ling Qingyu had disappeared. They didn't dare to overstep, frightened to fall into her trap, because they had experienced luck.

Ling Qingyu lamented her luck since the group somehow managed to escape the trap unscarthed and continued clearing.

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