Miss Beautiful C.E.O and her system

"Kilo 9 to Zero. Kilo 9 to Zero."

Ling Qingyu beamed with a smile at the sudden lightweight air. Damn it. Once Tang Ziyi became serious, suffocation was for sure.

She thanked the military saviors. Though she wasn't happy at first that the military intervened, she was now filled with gratitude toward Gu Yi.

Tang Ziyi clicked her tongue. Did Ling Qingyu ever think that she didn't see the slight change of expression and the shining glint in her eyes?

"This is Zero, go ahead."

Because Tang Ziyi announced on the chat that her call sign had changed to Zero, the teams referred to the temporary codes whenever strategic issues needed to be discussed.

Nobody called Kilo 1, which had been transformed into a logistics team. Kilo 1 members were a little adamant about their roles as non-combatants.

However, being able to witness firsthand, the surprised Ling Qingyu satisfied their vanity. In any case, even if Tang Ziyi stayed in the group, their role was nothing more than that of an HQ element.

"Kilo 9 and 10 have a problem. We have multiple runners in vehicles. They are close to leaving our vision."

"Any no-shoot targets?"

"Negative."

Tang Ziyi licked her lips and asked, "What's the general direction of the convoy escape?"

"Southeast east."

Tang Ziyi immediately pictured the map and glanced in the direction the convoy likely retreated. "I see. Don't follow them. Just clear the premises and report back once you're done. Prepare for phase two."

"But Zero, won't we alert the tangos prematurely?"

"It doesn't matter. Phase 2 will go on whether they are prepared or not," Tang Ziyi explained. "We'll try to take care of the convoy from here."

Ling Qingyu switched to the KSR-50 on the side and laid prone, racking the bolt and checking the rifle before slamming the .50 caliber magazine in.

Her muzzle pointed slightly to the left as she aimed at the highway, a short road revealed between two hills. "That should be the road these bastards have to take, right?"

"Correct." Tang Ziyi nodded and laid prone likewise, holding the heavy anti-material rifle. "Adjust your equipment and let's calibrate our shots."

Ling Qingyu also nodded and tweaked her new rifle. "Over a kilometer shot… Yeah… Ready?"

"Ready. We don't have time, so make it quick. We don't have to be accurate."

"Sure."

The city that everyone planned to assault was located in the middle of a triangle between three elements.

Kilo 5 and 6 were in the middle. To their right, connected by the highway, Kilo 7 and 8 were stationed eastbound.

To the left or northwest, roughly, Kilo 9 and 10, the military faction Wolf members, secured the objectives.

From above, all elements were on their way to the city along the highway. Kilo 2 would cover the rear from any potential QRF to the west of Kilo 9 and 10. Kilo 3 would cover the southwest, another highway that led to the position of Kilo 5, 6, 7, and 8.

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Kilo 1 would provide support if necessary, behind Kilo 3. Kilo 4 had now taken over the jobs of Kilo 9 and 10 to assault the city while the latter two would attempt to encircle the city, closing the entire net.

Of course, except for Kilo 9 and 10, plus the containment Kilo 2 and 3, which would traverse the terrain, the rest of the teams were ordered to stand by until transport vehicles from Kilo 1 arrived.

Many were stunned by Tang Ziyi's words and merely attributed the makeshift vehicles nearby, looted from the enemies. Until Kilo 1 drove the vehicles to them, they had underestimated their Spirit Fox's potential.

After arranging the teams, Tang Ziyi operated her new rifle and hustled a couple of steps away from Ling Qingyu, in order to avoid affecting each other's trajectories.

Compared to the previous sniper rifles, this time both were firing large anti-material guns.

"Distance around 1300–1400 meters-ish. Steady wind, hold 1 mil right. Four and a half notches up. Fire when ready." Tang Ziyi called out everything.

With powerful kinetic energy and a bigger round, the bullet would not be as affected as with the M24.

Through the thermal lens, Ling Qingyu aimed at the prevalent trees and pulled the trigger. Boom!

The recoil was stronger, shaking Ling Qingyu's figure backward. The sound was loud too, without any suppressor.

The impact reached the nearby Kilo 5 and 6 operators, whose heads turned in the duo's direction.

Of course, from the radio chatter, they knew the action belonged to Tang Ziyi and Ling Qingyu.

Two seconds passed. A speck of dirt splashed a meter away, short in both elevation and wind.

On average, the muzzle velocity of a .50 BMG is between 850–900 meters per second. Two seconds were enough for the bullets to land on the targets, similar to the M24 firing across 600 meters.

So Ling Qingyu and Tang Ziyi didn't need too long to wait or calculate for accurate shots across a kilometer-plus distance.

"Miss. Hold 1.2 mil right. Five notches up. No need to care too much about the gust. Fire when ready!"

Boom!

Ling Qingyu endured a strong kick and watched the bullet's trail. The bullet landed on the intended tree and punched a hole through the midsection.

The trunk exploded from the front to the back. The tree snapped in half, and the entire upper body fell. Ling Qingyu's brow furrowed at the powerful strength of a mere single bullet.

The .50 caliber's infamous reputation wasn't for nothing. A bullet decapitated the entire tree, although the tree itself didn't belong to the big class in the first place.

"Good hit. Keep that measurement in your head and adjust accordingly when we lay fire on the coming convoy," Tang Ziyi praised and racked the bolt. "Now, let me fire."

One second, two seconds passed and… Boom!

Ling Qingyu's scope saw another nearby tree suffer the same fate. The corner of her lips twitched.

Trees: "….."

We ain't test experiments!

"Let's wait and see." Tang Ziyi shrugged, and both remained silent for a minute until a column of strong headlights entered the road section they had eyes on.

With the push button attached to the rifle, both conversed through the radio in low voices.

"Tangos in sight. Kirin, you'll attack from the front to back. I'll move from the rear toward yours."

"Understood."

"Fire in three… two… one…" Tang Ziyi counted down as she aimed the crosshair at the last car. "Execute."@@novelbin@@

BOOM! BOOM!

Amidst the loud thundercrack and whining of the wind, two huge bangs rattled and spread across the terrain.

Click. Click.

Boom! Boom!

Without even bothering to check their shots, Tang Ziyi and Ling Qingyu pressed on the attack. They emptied the entire magazine and reloaded.

Precision was secondary. Speed was the key.

Spirit Fox operators nearby swallowed at the menacing sounds that wouldn't stop, silently praying that the foes met their misery sooner.

Their two bosses were truly merciless to bring anti-material rifles into the game. Alas, once Spirit Fox took action, nobody was taking any chances.

Bam! Bam!

The thunders of .50 calibers erupted against the stormy background.

...

1,400 meters away, 8 vehicles sped with all their might, frantically, as if monsters were chasing them.

A combination of SUVs and pickup trucks. No sedans. And which idiot would use those luxury vehicles when traveling on an unfit road?

The mood was low. Nobody spoke except for a few important members trying to smack their radios in the hope that they would work, and cursing their misfortune.

No one expected someone to dare attack the gang. Who was the enemy? Why? Who did they offend?

The first car had its front hood burst and slammed to a stop in panic. The engine caught on fire and stopped working.

The second hadn't had time to react before its windshield exploded, shrapnel damaging the passengers and everything inside. The bullet tore a huge hole in the driver's stomach.

The car slipped and tumbled, rolling twice from the inertia.

The third directly exploded into a fire mushroom; its doors and windows burst outward from the strong pressure. Surely, everyone inside wouldn't survive this.

The bullet likely hit the fuel tank by sheer luck and ignited it. The fourth wasn't any better. It crashed into the front SUVs and rolled over, screeching against the asphalt.

The bullet managed to rip through the passenger's side. One head burst like a watermelon, creating a bloody mess inside. Another person in the back had his spine cut off.

The vehicles in the rear weren't spared. Either their drivers and passengers were obliterated into pieces or their vehicles were destroyed.

The entire convoy was mowed down like weeds. Those that managed to miss the attack in the first round attempted to escape by accelerating out of the kill zone.

They survived for a few seconds before they suffered the same fate and failed. Fire and crackles lit up, sounding the initial symphony of an orchestrated massacre.

Cries of agony and begging rang nonstop, adding to the mess amidst the short silence.