Miss Beautiful C.E.O and her system

Two Toyota technicals bolted through the silent, deadly avenue. Steering westward to reinforce the trapped Zero, the wheels screeched as they skidded from the high-speed turn.

Kilo 7 was racing to support. The previous message had been sent out, giving the team one minute to arrive.

After a while, even under the darkness, tracers' trails and fierce sparks from the collision of two substances flared vividly.

The operators, utilizing night vision goggles, saw more. Seeing their friendly unit still in combat, everyone heaved a sigh of relief.

Although they knew their bosses weren't in trouble, witnessing it firsthand delivered greater comfort.

The team leader had time to joke around and received Tang Ziyi's threat. Her subordinates giggled, but she wasn't to be outdone.

"Oh, don't think about shrinking away. We are all in this together. Don't laugh," she said.

The rest of the operators bulged their eyes at their leader's despicable and shameless act. Wasn't she the one who wanted to poke at the tigress's butt? Now everyone had to take responsibility?

Where would such good things occur? Perhaps, noting her subordinates' piercing gazes, she coughed to lighten the weird atmosphere.

"Stop glaring at me and focus. Prepare to greet our enemies," the leader redirected the topic.

Once a solid beam flickered directly multiple times on Zero's position, she knew it was her turn to start.

She ordered her girls to fire everything that could house enemy combatants while avoiding the area marked by a laser from the drone above.

Two turret gunners aimed their PKMs and unleashed everything. Bursts of automatic fire conversed between the two machine guns. A rhythm of short bursts hit the building walls, windows, and top floor.

A few figures very close to Tang Ziyi and Ling Qingyu were left behind for them to handle. Indeed, the duo returned fire and killed them once the reinforcement's gunfire entered the battlefield.

Kilo 7 announced its presence and suppressed the enemies with one hand. Two vehicles drifted and halted near the duo: one directed toward the northern threats, the other toward the western threats.

The turret gunners never ceased to pull the trigger, consuming enormous rounds of ammunition.

The other operators quickly dismounted and took formation, making the best use of cover—infrastructure, vehicles, etc.

Boom! Boom!

Two operators launched RPG-7s, exploding suspected locations of enemy presence. Some used grenade launchers for maximum firepower.

The gang members were totally crushed from every angle. Before, they had held onto the hope of defeating a small team of operators already burdened with hostages.

Even then, they lost morale multiple times, and if not for the forced push from the gang leaders, they didn't like fighting at all.

However, when Kilo 7 showed up violently and ruthlessly banged everyone's last straw, most gang members cried out in distress and retreated or hid.

The leaders' coercion no longer worked. Some began to fall back, regardless of any threats. Figures that were shot wilted like dominoes.

Kilo 7's combat strength, plus the presence of Ling Qingyu and Tang Ziyi, overturned the entire dilemma. Though only 10 more operators provided support, the effect was more than one plus one equaled two.

"Okay, roll out, everyone. Hop onto the vehicle," Tang Ziyi ordered, dragging the man beside her and forcing him into the trunk after sensing that there were no more incoming rounds from the enemies, who were completely suppressed by her reinforcement.

"Copy," Ling Qingyu responded and ordered the three women as well while she carried the injured Sophia.

The truck carrying them reversed slowly before making a 180-degree turn when more space was available.

The remaining truck still kept the pressure on the enemy before gradually extracting itself from the battlefield.

Nobody was sure if any malicious parties still existed, but suppression and overwatch were required for a safe retreat.

One after another, the remaining operators mounted the truck and followed Ling Qingyu's group. Both raced toward the safe zone.

The hostages on the truck were a mission priority. Actually, if not for the need to annihilate the syndicate gang here, Ling Qingyu and Tang Ziyi could have called off and returned.

Kilo 7 would be responsible for the security in the danger area and escort the hostages out.

On the way, the only man exhaled and patted his chest in relief. His worried eyes glanced occasionally at his partner, who seemed lethargic from the drug's effect.

The usually spoiled girl pursed her lips. Tonight's ferocity had made a huge impact. She now dared not leave her house and act recklessly.

Though inwardly, her blood rushed with excitement. Death had been so close. One wrong move or an accident, and her life would have been doomed.

Of course, her eyes shone with curiosity whenever they landed on the operators' weapons. She stared at Ling Qingyu, whose vigilance hadn't loosened even after breaking contact.

Tang Ziyi turned on a small flashlight and observed Sophia's state. She patted her chest and sighed.

Despite support from a highly sophisticated medical sprayer, it couldn't be denied that Ling Qingyu's method of carrying had prevented the injury from worsening.

Throughout the escape, she had provided a stable platform. Fortunately, both of them were already classified as superhuman.

They had zero confidence in getting out alive together with the hostages without their special physiques.

Of course, they would never dare to venture alone without this perk, which meant the hostages would have died and their primary objective would have failed.

Hopefully, the instability of the fast-moving vehicle wouldn't have any impact on Sophia.

Although the sin city was well-designed for tourist attractions and the wealthy people's black market, the presence of potholes and mud was unavoidable. It was already great that the roads weren't made of sand.

Tang Ziyi and Ling Qingyu had decided they needed to transport Sophia and the drugged agent to the hospital as soon as possible.

The two had merely stabilized their conditions, not cured them. Professional matters needed to be handled by professionals.

"Hey, I have now tasted what it means to offend our Spirit Fox," said Ling Qingyu over the channel. "You, girls, kick their balls hard. They must be squealing in pain."

"Of course, no one dares to chase us because of this," Kilo 7's leader responded. "We are really impressed that the two of you handled them easily, even with all the burdens."

"Yeah, in fact, I believe, with just the two of us, give us more time, we could have killed them all instead of being forced to run around like dogs," said Tang Ziyi.

Ling Qingyu: "Okay, we know we are pros. No need to mention that."

"Says someone who got scared of being sniped with all the given protections," Tang Ziyi whispered lightly, not over the radio. Only Ling Qingyu, with her sharp ears, heard her voice.

Tang Ziyi did it on purpose. On the trunk, except for Ling Qingyu and the turret gunner, her voice was imperceptible.

Ling Qingyu humphed and cursed her inwardly. After a while, she muttered over the channel, "Hey, I saw you girls strike like thunder. Did you already know there were no innocent civilians in the AO?"

Tang Ziyi: "…"

Kilo 7 leader: "…"

Kilo 7 operators: "…"

No one said a word. Now that Ling Qingyu mentioned it, they realized they had gone overboard during the rescue action.

"Well, somebody say something and don't make me panic," chuckled Ling Qingyu, a bit nervous.

"Ahem… we were a little too hyped and ignored the possibility of civilian presence," Kilo 7's leader stuttered.

"Alright, don't talk about that. We did the best we could. If we hadn't hit them hard with a lightning strike, we wouldn't have had the shock effect that allowed us to escape like now," Tang Ziyi comforted everyone, affirming that nobody made any mistakes. "Remember, you saved four important hostages. We aren't gods; we can't get everything."

Despite her words, everyone restrained their excitement and carefully considered whether other options had existed instead of a split-second rampage.

However, it appeared their choice was the best after simulating multiple scenarios. In the end, nobody dwelled on the topic, hoping civilians had found a place to hide or there had been none in the first place.

If Spirit Fox hadn't fired grenades and RPGs to overwhelm their opponents, the window of opportunity would have remained small. Instead, they would have been drawn into a World War I-style rifle confrontation.

Utilizing all weapons was the real path to victory. Combined arms was the true method of success in any warfare.

…

Several minutes passed, and everybody relaxed their nerves as the sound of gunfire faded away, muffled in the background. Kilo 7's technicals were leaving the battlefield.

The weather had begun to improve as the rainfall lessened to a few droplets. Lightning still flashed occasionally.

Everything requested by her mother-in-law had been achieved. Only Miss System's mission was pending. Three days was more than enough. Find more to read at My Virtual Library Empire

Three days later, the entire city and the gang hideouts should be completely overturned, along with the rescue operations. The general trend had been set.

The warlord and his family factions were now aboard a sinking ship. The only threat came from foreign intervention. Would the country here responded or would the other family neighboring here attempted to seize territories?