Miss Beautiful C.E.O and her system

Tread. Tread.

A boot stepped into a puddle, disrupting the reflection of lightning's work above. Ling Qingyu frowned and kept walking.

Throughout the journey, she followed Tang Ziyi's lead, unable to refuse. As the rain soaked her and the ground splashed with every step, Ling Qingyu mentally cursed Tang Ziyi so many times that she lost count.

And somehow, each time she did, Tang Ziyi's head would turn in her direction, as if sensing her mood. Secret sutra seemed to have heightened her sixth sense and opened her third-eye chakra. When had she even started talking in astrological terms? Your journey continues on My Virtual Library Empire

Ling Qingyu couldn't see Tang Ziyi's expression clearly, with the helmet, hood, and night-vision goggles covering her head. Yet, the four bland eyes seemed more menacing than ever.

Ling Qingyu gulped and tried to look innocent. They soon arrived at a spot where three bodies sprawled on the ground next to a dog.

"Oh, why kill the dog?" she thought. Though, of course, if she had been leading the team, she would have acted just as ruthlessly.

She knew these were the handiwork of Spirit Fox operators, likely from Kilo teams 5, 6, 7, or 8, though she couldn't tell exactly which one.

Puff. Puff. Puff.

Without warning, Tang Ziyi fired four more shots into the corpses, causing Ling Qingyu to stop in her tracks.

Although these suppressed shots could still be detected by sensitive ears, the rain and thunder deafened everything. That was the reason Tang Ziyi didn't delay the operation because of the weather. These factors provided the best cover for covert ops. Even inside enclosed walls, the suppressed sounds of rifles would barely alarm anyone.

Tang Ziyi knelt, signaled for a stop ahead, and looked around before moving to an area where the large tree canopies shielded them from the rain.

Ling Qingyu sat close and asked, "Why did you shoot those dead bodies again? I'm sure our operators already confirmed their status."

"Yeah, but how sure are you with just your eyes?" Tang Ziyi kept scanning their surroundings as she replied.

"Hmm, 80 percent," Ling Qingyu estimated, thinking that number was already pretty high.

"It isn't 100 percent, is it?" Tang Ziyi replied. "Why risk uncertainty when you can resolve it early?"

"Well, yeah…" Ling Qingyu couldn't argue, but she understood. No one liked taking chances.

"What if someone learned how to disguise themselves to ambush us? We can't be sure. I'm not going to endanger us with a 20 percent chance." Tang Ziyi explained.

Ling Qingyu nodded and couldn't help but think about those action movies where protagonists hid from special forces by playing dead, wiping off some blood, and pretending to be disheveled.

In reality, the operators would perform several dead checks if the intervals between units were too long. How did those characters survive? Plot armor?

As Tang Ziyi said, if there was a chance that infiltrators could sneak in and disguise themselves, the operators would shoot without hesitation, not worrying about ammunition consumption. Unless under extreme circumstances, only fools would try to confirm a kill with close knife attacks.

Close combat meant a 50-50 chance where talent and skill made up less than 40 percent, while luck played the major role.

Even a child could kill a decade-trained operator by sheer luck and trickery.

"We're setting up our OP here. Bring out the tents I asked you to store away." (OP—Observation Post)

Ling Qingyu complied, rolling her eyes. Her confidante treated her like a humanoid backpack.@@novelbin@@

Quickly, the two camouflaged themselves, sheltered from the rain by the thick tree canopy above.

From here, Ling Qingyu could easily see the two target areas where Kilo teams 5, 6, 7, and 8 were operating. There was some distance between them, but Tang Ziyi had chosen a spot that facilitated observation of both. As expected of a goddess of warfare, she had an excellent understanding and experience.

Perhaps Ling Qingyu's luxurious and stable life had made this goddess indulgent and a bit less serious sometimes.

If Tang Ziyi had heard Ling Qingyu's critique, she would probably have been at a loss for words. When had she ever failed when a crisis arose? She always nipped problems in the bud, and yet Ling Qingyu still offered only partial affirmation?

"Take out two M24s and two KSR-50s for me, plus the setup equipment and night vision devices, would ya?" Tang Ziyi requested with a smile.

"I'm now confirming my suspicion that you don't see me as human."

"As you are," Tang Ziyi replied, placing her HK417 beside her and preparing to assemble what Ling Qingyu handed over next.

Several tripods appeared in front of the duo. Tang Ziyi snapped the mechanisms to fix the pods according to her plan.

Ling Qingyu then brought out four rifles and a highly digital spotting device, equipped with a CPU to calculate wind and trajectory based on various surrounding factors.

Tang Ziyi mounted the spotting device on a tripod between them. She attached two M24s to their tripods: one on her left and the other in front of Ling Qingyu.

The sniper rifles were now set up for shooting in the most relaxed sniper posture—crouching, with hips on the ground and knees bent, touching the shooter's elbows.

The KSR-50s were placed on their original bipods under the barrels, adjusted for prone shooting. The two added night-vision setups to the rifles before stretching their limbs and joints.

Ling Qingyu smacked her lips as she admired Tang Ziyi's figure.

This bastard—if not for her foul mouth and manly behavior, she'd score a perfect 10 as a goddess.

"Admiring my beauty?" an enchanting voice asked.

"Yep," Ling Qingyu nodded absentmindedly.

"A pity you'll never conquer me."

Ling Qingyu clicked her tongue, annoyed but didn't miss a beat. "Hmph, who can say what the future holds? You better not slack off, or I might catch up quickly."

"I'm waiting for you." Tang Ziyi replied, adjusting her M24 scope and studying the layout. Ling Qingyu mimicked the movement in the other direction, adjusting her magnification.

Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed uneven soil about 25 meters away to the right, as if something had been dug up and reburied. It couldn't have been the rain.

"Ziyi, why does it look like something is buried over there on our right?" Ling Qingyu asked.

"You just noticed now?" Tang Ziyi's tone was amused and a little surprised. "I thought you'd seen it already."

"Well, tell me, am I right?"

"Yeah, it's a mass grave."

"Hehe, I knew my observation skills have... wait." Ling Qingyu swallowed and coughed. "A grave? A mass grave?"

"What's the fuss?" Tang Ziyi snickered.

"Damn it, Tang Ziyi! You chose this spot on purpose. You know I'm afraid of ghosts!" Ling Qingyu hissed angrily, though she kept her voice low to avoid exposure.

Her tempered response amused Tang Ziyi, who couldn't resist teasing her more.

Besides, did she hear Ling Qingyu right? Afraid of ghosts? Tang Ziyi bit her lip to suppress a laugh.

"You are the least qualified to be afraid of ghosts."

"What do you mean? Do I need to be qualified?" Ling Qingyu was exasperated.

"I mean, with your luck and that mysterious entity guarding you, I bet a ghost would burn itself if it even looked your way. If ghosts ever became a real threat, you'd be the last person standing," Tang Ziyi said, leaving Ling Qingyu speechless.

"What happens?" Ling Qingyu decided to transfer the topics.

"What else but poor victims who lost values in the eyes of the crime syndicate?"

"Well…"

Tang Ziyi added. "I bet these bodies had every useful organ removed to sell in the black market."

"Damn." Ling Qingyu could only curse. "They drain the victims to their last values. How could they?"

Tang Ziyi knew Ling Qingyu was merely expressing disbelief and didn't reply. The latter recollected her thoughts and focused on the objects in her scope.