Miss Beautiful C.E.O and her system

The duo searched for any suspicious activity on the third floor and above. One by one, Ling Qingyu hovered her scope over every window from left to right.

"Probable package found."

"Location?" Ling Qingyu asked. Compared to her, Tang Ziyi had a better overall view, with a spotting device plus a sniper scope.

"Four windows from the left. The fifth one with a double window," Tang Ziyi answered. "Correction, it's now the sixth. Yep, she's moving forward and fighting."

"Contact." Ling Qingyu soon discovered what Tang Ziyi described. "Negative ID. That's a group of men chasing someone… Hmm, multiple down already on the floor… Anyway, she knocked them down. Damn, are the so-called guards so weak? It's not her yet. Continue to check."

"Copy… About the guards, I'd say a bit of both," Tang Ziyi replied. "And she must have mastered close combat. According to the closest intel, shots rang out above. Hey, thermal signature detects rounds traveling across the hallway."

"It's a firearm. She must have found a pistol. The fight is still on." Ling Qingyu rolled her eyes. "Wait, why don't you switch to your sniper scope if you want a detailed perspective?"

"Good. She now has a higher chance of survival. Ready to aid her," Tang Ziyi said. "As for your question, remember, I'm serving as a spotter and I should stick to my role and not interfere with others. Besides, I'm too lazy to toggle between two views."

"I'm confident the latter sentence is the truth." Ling Qingyu scorned and smacked her lips.

"Just follow the figure and stop talking." Tang Ziyi shrugged. "I just don't like our distance. It's too far."

"You can move in closer," Ling Qingyu suggested.

"It's too late for that. Let's hope your accuracy won't be affected."

"You better ask our wind goddess first whether she'll agree."

"Where has she gone?" Tang Ziyi searched for the figure.

"Probably in the blind spot. Hopefully, Kilo 5 reaches her fast…"

"Seems like Kilo 5 is also having a problem," said Tang Ziyi.

Ling Qingyu furrowed her brow as she gazed at her partner from the corner of her eye. Tang Ziyi was likely watching something elsewhere.

Ling Qingyu noticed the heat signatures had stopped moving forward and resumed firefight. Nobody advanced. "Our package is likely stuck now. Well, it's even harder to distinguish gender in thermal mode, especially from afar."

"You can make a judgment on your own. She's alone. Those in the group are the enemies. No friendly unit in the AO except our package," Tang Ziyi whispered.

"Roger, I saw her figure briefly. Damn, the window is too narrow for a clear view and our thermal can't detect through the wall. If we move to our left, we might have a better chance," Ling Qingyu suggested.

Tang Ziyi hesitated and shook her head. "No, she won't last long stuck there. Based on her running pattern, she likely doesn't have ample ammunition. Something's going to happen soon, and she needs us now. The last thing we want is to do good deeds but harm our compatriot instead."

"Come on, darling, stay in our window, we can cover you. Don't move away," Ling Qingyu said to herself. "Damn it."

"What's the matter?" Tang Ziyi brought her vision to Ling Qingyu's perspective. Explore more stories with My Virtual Library Empire

"She might have run out of bullets and closed in to fight. Gosh, if she were to stay close to our window, we could help. Now, we can only observe the shadows and marginal figures."

"She doesn't know us. She believes she's alone. It's already brilliant that she dares to face them head-on despite the odds," Tang Ziyi nodded inwardly.

Besides, undercover operatives didn't excel too much in combat. Their talents depended on disguise and deception.

For the woman, Tang Ziyi had nothing but admiration. She wasn't sure if she would react the same in that situation, lacking fighting skill and confidence. It was a true display of courage.

Ling Qingyu exhaled heavily, her eyes laser-focused to provide support at a moment's notice. Tang Ziyi relayed the undercover's location to Kilo 5 so that reinforcements could link up quickly.

"Don't worry too much. Do what you do best. Tell me once you have a clear shot, I'll report variables immediately."

"Understood." Ling Qingyu watched as the undercover struggled with a larger figure. Not surprisingly, she was hauled against the wall and beaten. Afterward, Ling Qingyu witnessed a small flash and the woman's figure twitched before leaning against the door frame and falling to the ground.

She was shot! Ling Qingyu's pupils constricted. She became nervous, in contrast to her prior complete nonchalance.

She saw the woman crawling backward, trying to stay away from danger, even though she knew it was no use in front of the gun.

Another mini flash. Ling Qingyu understood the woman had been shot again. This bastard was toying with her on purpose. Ling Qingyu ground her teeth and snarled, "We have to take a shot soon."

"Understood," Tang Ziyi replied succinctly, sensing Ling Qingyu's anxiety. She couldn't observe closely with her spotting lens, so she switched to her sniper scope and discovered the reason.

Without hesitation, Tang Ziyi read out, "Target, 611 meters. Four and a quarter notches up. Wind 1.8 mil to the right, no. Wind's picking up—now 2 mil at 14 kph from your 1 o'clock. Hold 2 mil right. Stronger wind now.

Take the shot if you'd have to."

Tang Ziyi glanced at the swaying vegetation nearby to detect if there would be a sudden change in wind direction.

Unlike those sniping games, real sniping involved numerous calculations and variables. Although modern technology had digitalized everything for simplicity with computer calculations, classical methods like the ones Tang Ziyi relied on were still useful.

For instance, the vegetation that swayed with the wind direction, or simple flags planted nearby to gauge speed and direction along the bullet's path. Tang Ziyi and Ling Qingyu had been laying in this spot, concealed for a long time.

It wasn't for nothing. They marked waypoints and references, observed changes in the surroundings, and most importantly, recorded patterns—such as gusts every few seconds.

How many? How long? How often? These were crucial data, especially for a long-distance shot like 600-plus meters.

Timing a shot with wind conditions was indispensable during sniping operations, as wind shifts, even slight ones, could cause a miss.

"Roger." Ling Qingyu's anger flared as her eyes never left the scene in her scope.

Now, she saw the woman, raising her hand as if to protect herself from a bullet to the face. A pistol and the hand grasping it entered her sight.

Bang!

Even though she couldn't hear the shot, she could already picture it in her mind. Ling Qingyu bit her lip. She hoped so much that the shooter was just playing around and torturing the woman rather than ending her misery.

She prayed this bastard had some sadism. Perhaps, her wish was effective because she saw the woman's white figure moving a little.

For a moment, Ling Qingyu's crosshair stayed near the hidden enemy, waiting for him to pop out. She needed roughly two seconds.

The enemy must stay still and let her hit. An almost impossible task. She had to wait for the opportune time.

This was also why she didn't take a shot when she had sight of the woman 'wrestling' with the man. No matter how she calculated, it made no sense to predict anything from that chaos.

"Ziyi, please read out the wind mil if it changes," Ling Qingyu reminded.

"Go ahead, I'll make up a shot if you miss." Currently, the two were entirely in sync, both eyes on their sniper scopes.

Ling Qingyu adjusted her breathing since her heart was racing from the emotional swing.

When her vision caught the man in the crosshair, joy flashed in her eyes, then anger boiled instantly.

The woman was being humiliated—her skirt and shirt torn, the man groping her. Only the man's head and forearms appeared. A little more…

With so much movement, if the man tilted even slightly, the shot would miss. She had only a few chances. Once she missed and the man was alerted, the woman's life would be in complete jeopardy.

Seconds seemed like hours as emotions battled with rationality. Take action. Do you want to see her humiliated?

Inner devils whispered constantly. Ling Qingyu built an imaginary wall and fought the urge.

Tang Ziyi noticed her change but said nothing. Any extra comfort was useless. What she should avoid was adding pressure.

She trusted Ling Qingyu would handle it. The latter hadn't seen too much of humanity's dark side with her own eyes. Inexperienced? Sure, but she was proud of her and believed this challenge would be nothing more than a step.

Tang Ziyi never had the slightest doubt and remained silent. Sometimes, giving trust was the biggest help and the most strategic weapon.

Seen in numerous scenarios across various paths of life, success often came from delegation—and this was a prime example of the merit of trust.

The wind whooshed, and the rain splashed. Thunders cracked constantly above. None of these affected the duo.

Despite under the cover, water droplets splashed against the two's faces. The wetness didn't cost the two to flinch. Seconds passed, Ling Qingyu blinked and finally spotted the man's entire body as he mounted the woman.

"Target, 610 meters away. Wind remains the same. 2 mil to the right. You have a 15-second window before the next gust interrupts," Tang Ziyi reported instantly. "15…14…13…"

No need for communication between them; the moment had come. Now or never. Ling Qingyu adjusted her aim according to the instructions. Like Tang Ziyi, she also believed she would not make a mistake. Trust was the key component between teammates.

She exhaled slowly and entered ultimate stillness—the perfect state for a shooter to land her shot most accurately.

Her cold eyes lazily traced over the man's figure as Ling Qingyu lightly squeezed the trigger.

PAP!

The recoil vibrated through her body. She pulled back the bolt gently, following the bullet's trail as the casing ejected cleanly.

She chambered another round without breaking sight, her finger instinctively moving back to the trigger, pressing it till it was almost ready to fire again.

Tang Ziyi uttered from the side, "Impact in two… one…"