Miss Beautiful C.E.O and her system

Vroom! Vroom!

The guards at the checkpoint glanced over suspiciously at the source of the sound. Under the cover of lessening thunder, they were a little unsure if they heard right. After all, if there really was a car coming in their direction, they would definitely scold the driver.

Which idiot drove under heavy rain without headlights, especially at night?! This bastard must be educated.

They exchanged glances and confirmed they were listening to the same thing. One of them said with a slurred voice, "Oh, come on. We have to work under the rain. Hey, you, go and get yourself wet!"

The unluckiest guard was chosen to interrogate. While the others stayed under cover, he was solely responsible for being exposed outside. Cursing lightly to release a bad breath, he stood helplessly, withstanding the rain droplets.

Vroom! Vroom!

The sound came closer and louder. Damn it, he swore, he would make things harder for these two drivers disturbing his rest. He couldn't attack his senior, but he could bully the weak, right?

Sparks of lightning illuminated the oncoming vehicles. Black shadows loomed nearer. As for the headlights, he didn't pay too much attention. There were many similar vehicles, whose owners didn't bother to repair and maintain their belongings.

Cost was one issue, but the main reason was too much of a mess to take care of, particularly in areas not controlled by the government. Black markets to buy required materials.

Since fines weren't issued here, nobody bothered to ensure the vehicles' condition according to regulations.

Upon closer inspection, the cars didn't seem to slow down at all. He signaled with the torch. Those who usually passed through here should already know a checkpoint existed.

What welcomed him were more menacing engine roars. Flashes flickered nonstop.

Da. Da. Da. Da.

He felt several hammer strikes as he lost his balance and consciousness. His eyes witnessed with the remaining breath, the checkpoint riddled with holes. Bullets whizzed past above.

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Glass shattered. Debris from the concrete walls filtered out, splashing around. Even panicked screams and groans erupted from the surprise attack.

Yes, they were under attack! Then, he could only feel his body temperature dropping rapidly and no longer move.

Onboard two pickup trucks, two turret gunners unleashed every round mercilessly—rapid, accurate, and deadly.

Da-da-da-da-da.

Spews of fire emitted from the hot muzzle as the gunners twisted their bodies to aim at the targets. The small post was reduced to nothing within 30 seconds.

The two cars merely slowed down for a more accurate gunning experience before accelerating again after observing no reaction from the post.

Through the NVGs, the operators saw bodies, piled together and unmoving. A few glances, then the vehicles sped away.

Compared to Kilo 5, 6, 7, and 8, Kilo 4 operated alone from the north avenue. In case they required more support, Kilo 9 and 10 were ready to intervene from containment roles.

After killing everyone at the checkpoint, the two technicals began to enter the vicinity of urban infrastructure.

On the way, they spotted two guards, rifles slung behind their backs, staying under cover to protect themselves from the rain; they seemed to be arguing loudly. Or it might be the culture to emphasize their emotions.

However, it wasn't long before their bodies stiffened and buckled. The wear and tear of the wall behind them along with the metallic symphony depicted what had happened.

The turret gunner released the trigger and scanned around. She had just wasted roughly 40 rounds of ammunition and decided not to squander wealth, even if she knew her backup had ample logistics.

Such was the exact thought in the minds of Tang Ziyi and Ling Qingyu, who were observing Kilo 4's entry.

They focused on the latter since the team went in solo compared to four other teams from the southbound.

Damn it, girl. Even if she was rich, please don't waste too much. With the high-quality aim honed and possessed by Spirit Fox operators, 10 rounds were sufficient. Now this girl had spent 4 times that.

Ling Qingyu shifted her scope toward the moving objects around Kilo 4 and alerted, "Ziyi, two suspicious vehicles, 9 o'clock. Moving fast toward Kilo 4."

Though she wasn't certain about the goal of the vehicles, their actions must be intended to scout and investigate their suspicions.

"Acknowledged," Tang Ziyi replied and patched through the radio. "Kilo 4, this is Kilo 0, be advised, two targets approaching from your 9 o'clock. They'll appear in your vision within several seconds."

"Kilo 4, copy. Thanks for the info."

Tang Ziyi complained, "Call me boss next time. Don't Ziyi me. What if someone spies on us and hears our identities?"

"Come on, stop hassling. Don't think I don't know what you're up to." Ling Qingyu rolled her eyes. "Besides, we'd be unworthy if we couldn't trust Athena's product."

"Kirin, this is practice. I'm doing this for your own good."

"Good, my ass, you just want me to call you boss," Ling Qingyu scoffed. "Or just change the code to something else."

…

While the two bickered, the universe kept rolling its wheel of time. The forefront Kilo 4 turret gunners had her sight on the flank.

Approaching the intersection, two technicals slowed down and decided to confront the targets. Their mission was to assault, but the primary objective was to search and destroy.

Shock everyone with awe and get out before the enemies prepared a counterattack.

Turning right, the vehicles met two single headlights. Apparently, they were motorbikes, racing toward Kilo 4.

Two on each bike, with rifles on their backs. Clearly, they should never be innocent bystanders.

On sight, the turret gunner in the first vehicle pulled the trigger. Bursts of flames spewed out of the muzzle. Hot gas evaporated the droplets around.

Da. Da. Da. Da-da-da.

The other turret gunner provided cover for the first. 360-degree protection was held efficiently.

The passengers on the trunk weren't there for nothing. They covered the flanks and rear. No angles were given up.

Caught by surprise, two motorbikes slipped after bullets sieved through the bodies of the drivers and passengers. They couldn't even react.

The bikes skidded and tumbled on the ground. One of them exploded into a powerful fireball and struck the wall of a particular building. The night lit up in the eyes of Spirit Fox operators.

The front technical slammed away the bike blocking its path and continued.

Clang. Clang. Whish! Whish!

Tracers whooshed around the two technicals, a few hitting the armored trunk and hood, creating the sound of pebbles hitting metal.@@novelbin@@

By now, the explosion and gunfire should have attracted attention and could no longer be suppressed by the weather conditions.

Two turret gunners adjusted their aim and returned fire. Immediately, the enemies were suppressed. Incoming tracers turned sparse and dissipated.

The technicals sped up and followed the original layout. The gunners never ceased to withdraw firepower. Only when they passed through the suspected source of gunfire did they stop.

Several corpses lay helpless. A group of armed men, dead. There were a few running away from the vehicles but were mowed down by a machine gun.

The fierceness returned to quietness again as turret gunners searched for targets. The rest also scanned their muzzles and popped a few flashes on the dead bodies.

In several buildings, the rooms above switched off their lights. The impact had alarmed the entire block.

The two motorbikes were a response by the enemy to check on the previous checkpoint after hearing suspicious noises. Because the distance was a bit far and radio communication couldn't reach them, the enemy leader sent the scouts to relay messages.

Who would expect a normal check to turn hideous straight away? Their response was fine enough to instantly fire upon Spirit Fox operators.

At least they resisted and alerted many, not that Kilo 4 cared about secrecy. Compared to ordinary gangs in Province N, the armed men were more active and decisive.

Perhaps, the prior annihilation of the group in several residential areas was due to the poor quality of guards. Since the city housed important business areas and people, the guards were likely to be more elite.

The difference was noted and reported by Kilo 4 to every team. Just as the two vehicles rushed away, a figure stepped out of a hiding spot with an RPG, planning to surprise them from the rear.

One of the operators sitting on the trunk spotted him and fired. "RPG at 6 o'clock."

Accurate rounds landed in vital areas and incapacitated the threat. Despite being affected by the moving vehicle, the operator's accuracy remained relatively effective.

A joke. If she couldn't hit him within 30 meters' range while on the move caused by juggling motion after spending hundreds of hours shooting thousands of bullets, she would quit the job, even if Ling Qingyu, her boss, came to dissuade her.

Of course, if the boss really intervened, she would consider. Hmm…

Urban combat, where enemies could pop out of nowhere from a variety of angles. The operator witnessed the danger firsthand. If she hadn't been looking or paying attention, one of the technicals would have been blown up, and their Kilo 4 would have lost face in front of other sisters.

Given the protection level of Ling Qingyu's products, where operators survived even the closest C4 explosion, she didn't believe they would die from an RPG's projectiles and explosion.