Miss Beautiful C.E.O and her system

Ling Qingyu leaned on the wall, breathing in and out deeply. Her hurried pace showed exhaustion. Putting her visor up, she swatted away the sweat dripping on her brows and eyelids.

She swore the calories spent today were definitely more than her daily high-intensity exercise. Her figure not collapsing already proved she had enhanced her physique.

Ling Qingyu sat on the ground, not even worried about being eliminated. Life was too invincible. Perhaps her luck had twirled the bullets away from her.

If the opposing team heard her peerless inner monologue, they would retch out their intestine in disgust. When did their accurate shots become so useless?

Of course, Ling Qingyu was having a fun mindset. She now realized how those peerless martial artists felt standing on the top of the mountain though hers was pretending for a moment.

Back to the present, Ling Qingyu unholstered the Glock and checked from the side. Taking out the magazine and scrutinizing the rounds, she slammed the plastic brick back into the chamber.

In addition to the one already loaded, she still had two more in her pouch. Even if she shot sparingly and relied on guerrilla tactics, consumption remained high.

Despite several harassments from her part, she still failed to slow down her subordinates, who were terribly excellent in her opinion. After more and more encounters, she found the situation harder to break.

Ling Qingyu could no longer suppress them, especially when the original team stopped underestimating and began to prepare wholeheartedly. Even though she praised their mindsets of the lion catching the rabbit with all its strength and might, her face darkened at the thoughts of suffering under her subordinates' hands.

Fortunately, she hadn't heard the guards' discussion of wanting to see her in embarrassment and forgot Tang Ziyi's promise of the participants' rewards.

"It's getting harder and harder. Though I eliminate one, the rest are like hard stones, couldn't be eaten." Ling Qingyu talked to herself and shook her head, depressed. "It seems I'll lose after a while, without any ammunition."

She said, looking down at the remaining magazines. As for why, she was so relaxed because the guards still needed to clear several rooms left behind. In addition, the robots were on the same team, helping her delay, allowing Ling Qingyu to rest mentally and physically.

Naturally, her rest hadn't taken more than a minute. Ling Qingyu knew enough was enough and stood up, patting her chest and lowering the visor.

Her eyes gleamed again, as she went back to harass the group.

Boom! Bang! x2

Ling Qingyu's brows raised as she knew what the sound depicts. She already pictured a team, kicking into the room and clearing the targets. Since she heard the kick, the two parties were very close.

Leaning close to the wall, Ling Qingyu tried to peek silently from the corner. Too bad, she was also wearing a helmet and visor causing her figure to show up before her eyes. Ling Qingyu realized her mistake but it was too late.

Boom!

Seeing the black muzzle hole pointing in her direction, Ling Qingyu's hair on her skin stood up frantically. Her instinct warned her, she would be hit if she didn't dodge and she trusted it.

Rationally, her minimal exposure had less than 5 percent of getting hit when she showed up for a fraction of a second. However, she dared not rely on luck.

She knew the skills of the operators. Don't think about the scene where she dribbled under the hail of bullets. It wasn't easy.

She depended on her instincts and estimations. Of course, luck played a vital role. Now, she didn't dare to bet.

Ling Qingyu retracted her head and heard a whoosh passing by her left ear. Watching the impact the projectile brought on the wall behind, Ling Qingyu gulped.

She was certain this was the closest she had been to getting hit. She also wanted to scream, why were her guards so murderous?

"Contact front!" The guard who saw Ling Qingyu's small shadow shouted but she didn't stop firing, lest Ling Qingyu gain a small opportunity to fight back. The rest heard her outcry and chased.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

There were more bullets to follow through after the first, forcing Ling Qingyu to speechlessness. How much anger and grievance did they have? Ling Qingyu smacked her helmet.

She also wanted to point out her gun and shoot back, but the suppression was so immense that she couldn't reach out.

Ling Qingyu darted back. She felt the bullet trajectories beginning to angle. This proved the opposition was getting nearer and overshooting. The face was indeed as she thought.

Four operators hurriedly rushed while they kept firing. When the bullets were gone, they flicked away their magazines and inserted new ones. No matter how fast their footsteps were, their formation remained strong.

The frontline kept up their suppression. When they had to reload, the second line took their position. They never stopped until they saw no one across the long corridor.

Ling Qingyu's figure was nowhere to be seen. The team leader cursed and ordered her group to pursue, ignoring the rooms on the side as they passed by.

"Don't stop. LP and pie the room." The team leader said.

"Yes, Ma'am!"

(LP-limited penetration. A tactic to clear the room from the outside instead of rushing in. )

Changing their formation to the appropriate condition, the team kept pace. Only the operator responsible for the sector pried the rooms slightly from the outside and plated for the team so that the group could move without stopping while the operator opened fire whenever she saw the targets.

After all, the primary mission was to find and defuse the bomb. The secondary was to clear the building. The team no longer desired to waste a second. Killing Ling Qingyu and defusing bomb didn't seem to have a collision, related to the tasks. In pursuit, who knew they might find the bomb? So they ignored many rooms and decided to clear later.

When Ling Qingyu slowed down and glanced behind, she almost jumped in fright. "F**k! When did they catch up?"

Her eyes captured the menacing rush of her enemies before she left their sight for a while. She thought the opposing team would act as usual. Plans seemed to have changed. She could no longer waywardly escape. She must pin them down. Else, she might lead them straight to the bomb by accident.

She halted her steps and chose a strong position for cover to hold them. A fierce fight broke out, whipping across the corridor. Ling Qingyu didn't even think of saving ammo. Although Ling Qingyu's gallant resistance bought time, it was futile.

Click.

Soon, Ling Qingyu smiled wryly, sliding in her last magazine while listening to several shrapnels colliding with the wall. Her previous guerrilla achievement had now been nullified because of the guards' different approach.

In any case, she should play her last role and display her heroic 'sacrifice' under so many onlookers, whose sights were focused on her figure.

Exchanging back and forth, Ling Qingyu exploited the gap to widen the distance. She seemed to have learned instinctively to see through these hard points.

Naturally, Tang Ziyi smiled, satisfied to see Ling Qingyu's strength. She was only lamenting the fact that this guy only desired to be a boss instead of a fighter. What a fuss!

What a waste of talent! She finally found someone who could inherit hers but that one wasn't interested. Tang Ziyi even felt her idea was disgusted.

The onlookers who were more keen on anticipating entertainment now had a change in opinion. Once a boss always a boss. Even as a newbie, Ling Qingyu displayed strong capabilities they must acknowledge. Their president looked so cool!

No longer were they eager to watch for fun. Though they had regrets to only witnessing very few embarrassing moments of Ling Qingyu, nobody complained.