Miss Beautiful C.E.O and her system

Now that their presence might already be known, Ling Qingyu requested the girls to stay further away and slowly approached the corner, where she guessed, enemies were waiting for them to show up and gifted a welcoming surprise.

It was impolite for her, as the self-proclaimed strongest woman, ahem forget about Tang Ziyi, to not return the favor.

Watching Ling Qingyu approach the corridor with efficient and smooth steps in a professional manner, the three women were at ease. They trusted Ling Qingyu would take them out safely.

Ling Qingyu raised the muzzle at a slight angle downward and pied the corner slowly, leaning her body so that her eyes were exposed before her body did. Her feet shuffled with silent steps as more angle opened up and paused, because her eyes saw an metallic object. A short cylinder rod in black.

She was familiar because this belonged to the same weapon she was holding. An AK barrel. Probably, the robber held his AK in a lazy manner without any worries.

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True, no one expected there would actually be two problematic people during the heist. Lin Fan, an urban ex-special force mercenary. Ling Qingyu, heavily trained and exceeded the realm of ordinary human.

As long as she stepped a little forward, there was no turning back. In fact, since the bank robbery began and they were trapped inside, Ling Qingyu really had no further options. She didn't know whether to applaud the robbers for their cleverness or their misfortune.

Now, a small box version of White House has fallen, would soon be replicated. Her eyes cleared up and took a step forward. With minimal exposure, she had a clear line of sight. The robber stood still with malicious eyes waiting for the victims to pop up.

Instead of the victim, they could wantonly play, Ling Qingyu appeared. From his perspective, he only saw half of Ling Qingyu's face and a portion of her right shoulder. His pupils constricted because he saw a black muzzle point at him like a death gaze.

The only live-saving item became the last straw. He raised his AK, subconsciously to fight back. But a difference of milliseconds was inevitable. The moment he snapped his weapon, the black muzzle emitted fire.

He felt a thud in the center of his chest and staggered before another punch slammed nearby within a few centimeters. Being hit twice in succession dealt a huge damage, enough to put him down.

The resonance after two successive impacts enhanced the original damage which was why spec-ops were trained to double-tap.

The numbness and loss of his control over the body had merely raised panic before his vision captured a small rapid projectile heading toward his eyes and nothingness consumed his thought.

Ling Qingyu's eyes remained stoic and impassive; even the smoke from the barrel and the smell of gunpowder didn't affect her expression. The first time she killed might cause discomfort but later on she got desensitized and it seemed true.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Ling Qingyu fired two rapid closed shots to the chest and the final one to the head. A proper Mozambique shot. Afterward, she pursued the angle and snapped the AK around the corner, to get a full view of the hallway.

Another man rushed to the left to hide in one of the room after realizing his buddy went cold. Ling Qingyu zoomed-in on the target and squeezed multiple rounds in semi mode.

Bullet casings fell to the symphony of heavy metal beats. Through iron sights, her eyes widened as she watched the man, whom she shot, ran away without a problem and returned fire.

She didn't flinch as the whizzes and cracks flashed by. Only after the debris from ricocheted rounds sprinkled in front of her sight did she calmly withdrew behind cover.

Surprise wasn't because the man reacted in the short moment, but because Ling Qingyu was certain all the bullets sieved through the man's body. She trusted her muscle memory, trainings and her sights. She really believed she hit accurately. But what was with the man's nonchalant behavior. Could adrenaline really burst out power beyond the common sense?

When she leaned out again, her aim found nothing but a rifle stretched outward, bursting sparks of huge fire. Cursing, she hid again. She hated those who wasted bullets.

Turning her head toward the three women, she was relieved to see them, crouching and lowering their body stances. Fortunately, they weren't like panicked sheeps reeking around and seeking death.

She smiled toward them as comfort and to prove she had controls. She had no time to take care of the women because of the likely messes from this exchange of gunfire. The man who posed as an obstacle toward their exit, wasn't a true concern. What worried her was the robbers who would come and attack her from behind!

Well, indeed being sprayed continuously annoyed Ling Qingyu, but she understood how many rounds this person could have. Not to mention his body had been riddled with holes.

Unknown to Ling Qingyu, the man she had riddled with bullets was bleeding profusely, staining the bright floor with eerie decorations of red.

However, his expression remained fierce as ever, with reddened eyes as if only killing Ling Qingyu was his supreme goal. If Tang Ziyi was there, she would immediately understand and exclaim, this man was likely on high dose, using drugs. Drugs could really create monsters.

He didn't care about his wounds or he didn't realize about his situation at all. Fighting against maniac or these devils, must be avoided if possible.

It wasn't like how many warlords across several eras exploited their subordinates with drugs. During its high time, there was no fear, no hesitation, only obedience and bloodthirstiness. Though poor soldiers with drugs couldn't compare with well-trained and well-equipped teams, with available quantities to consume, things might turn around.

Ling Qingyu had little experience in regards to the way of warfare, where humanities was hard to stay in line.

Click! Click!

Several more clicks as the drug maniac roared with unwillingness after wasting the rounds and changed magazine. "Bullshits M*******, I'm killing you! Come forward if you dare!"

Ling Qingyu's eyes perked and poked a portion of her body and aimed at the room, releasing slow methodical suppressive shots against the lullaby of the robber. If she had Tang Ziyi's fragsuit, she had already burst into the room and wreaked mayhem.

Of course, the current clothes on Ling Qingyu had some bulletproof perks but she dared not bet her life since so many areas were still exposed. Unless, she had miniaturized plasma shield, she would never take unnecessary risks.