Miss Beautiful C.E.O and her system

The one who shouted in pain the most was Agent Hill. As a woman, she sympathized and felt much more.

How hard it was for a woman to be able to fight like special forces? She had also been through a lot.

As for how she discerned the hit operator was female— from a distance, she saw clearly how big the bust was, how broad and rounded.

However, even if the entire Spirit Fox operators were composed of females, she didn't consider the reason or doubt it for the slightest moment.

Maybe she had yet to recognize that the new operatives were entirely female. Anyway, not only her—the others had concerns too.

At least in their eyes, the SAW gunner had suppressed their greatest foes and created an opportunity, but was now taken down by an unknown sniper.

They were indeed angry, but not as frustrated as the female FBI agent. Today, they had seen too many deaths.

In contrast, nobody among Spirit Fox was worried about their fellow sisters, but they wouldn't express such teasing in public. Everyone knew the real truth.

"Sniper!" Lin Fan exclaimed.

His shout merely alerted his group members. Team One had long understood there was a sniper, taking advantage of the chaos.

By suppressing them, the surviving terrorists had a chance to escape smoothly. Many didn't dare move or expose themselves.

So, the terrorists once again had the upper hand.

Nevertheless, this didn't include Spirit Fox, who attempted fatal attraction—teasing the sniper.

Some even sprinted for a second and slid behind cover. Some fired at the fleeing terrorists before retracting quickly, not giving the sniper a chance for the bullet to hit.

Speed is fast. Fast is supreme.

Of course, the sniper shot at them, but the anti-sniper system catalog inside the helmet's system deduced the shooter's location soon.

After three or more shots, the devices and data link pinpointed the location accurately—2 o'clock, 150 meters in the treelines above a small hide.

Even if Spirit Fox couldn't see clearly, they immediately reacted and laid down fire roughly around the location.

The DMR—designated marksman rifle—operator sifted through her magnifier and tried to find the sniper through her scope.

Meanwhile, a few close to the previous SAW gunner dragged the 'wounded' away behind cover.

While most attention focused on the sniper, several shot down retreating figures. The unprepared ones fell.

The prepared ones—just a few—who were keen on covering their teammates, managed to survive and fought back, shuffling backward.

Now that their transport was down, they had to extract to a secondary option.

Either another vehicle risked itself and rescued them, or they escaped on foot to a safer location and were picked up later.

Sporadic shots, particularly inaccurate ones, failed to frighten or pressure Spirit Fox.

They were the ones who didn't budge, even when a shot hit near them and sprinkled dust over their bodies.

Lin Fan and the others were stunned by Spirit Fox's initiation.

It had only been less than half a minute under the sniper's pressure, and they had already counterattacked.

From being under attack to locating the sniper and suppressing in return—these women were too quick.

By now, Lin Fan understood his déjà vu mood. They were indeed Spirit Fox, no doubt about it.

He had to praise their abilities, no matter how reluctant he felt.

Glancing at the 'injured' SAW gunner, he almost rolled his eyes because he heard the banter. He knew these women weren't just women at all.

What he witnessed was the operator who helped her smack her helmet and giggle.

"Don't regret it. You owe us a great meal from now on. You'll be our slave for a week."

The other reciprocated and flashed a middle finger. She was also grieving her luck. Out of everyone, she became the target.

Every machine gunner's fear was attracting the eyes of a sniper—and it seemed she didn't escape that fate.

Fortunately, she worked under Ling Qingyu and enjoyed the latter's spoiling.

The two's interaction made them sigh in relief. This gunner was alive and well—still kicking, still insulting her teammates.

"I hit him." The DMR yelled.

"Do you kill him?" Team One leader asked.

"No, it's just an arm."

On the other hand, the others didn't understand their words but Lin Fan translated them. Knowing the biggest threat was eliminated, everyone regained courage.

So, the situation returned to the original abuse by the protagonist's faction and the terrorists suffered. Some cussed in their languages.

The faces of Agent Sitwell and Agent Hill weren't good. They had some clues about the identities of the terrorists based on the curses they heard.

Although the doubt remained, they had a premonition, backyards fire was properly very close.

The terrorists managed to start a parked car and attempted to drive away. Of course, there were still terrorists covering their fellas while hurling their ass close to mount on the vehicles.

Three men scurried away from the cover. Based on their routes, they made sure objects blocked the vision of Spirit Fox and its allies.

However, one got nailed in the bullets from different direction. Another merely had the time to look back before gunned down.

The remaining one jumped quickly and dodged the incoming rounds. He looked at the flanks in astonishment.

Team Two operators had managed to walk around and flanked the terrorists from the left. For now, they were indeed in the distance but they had widened the angle exposure.

Even escaping had slimmed to none. Two operators, high and low, spurted out bullets from the corner while the column behind dashed in a flanking maneuver to block the path of escape.

During the approach, the point Spirit Fox member fired at the lead car, making a driveaway.

Two rounds to the driver, two rounds to the copilot. Back and forth, she switched six times. The sedan deviated from its course and crashed the vehicle nearby.

There was definitely resistant from the poor vehicles and a stray bullet scored a hit at her helmet.

Pang!

The operator slipped and was pulled back to cover. Another sped up and rushed away. It had gained its acceleration given by the first vehicle. The engine howled as if to accentuate the dire predicaments.

Team two members were ready to shred the vehicles into pieces. Although the car was fast, they could definitely stop them.

Driver, wheels. All targets were easy to hit despite 30 meters away. The girls were about to squeeze the triggers when a voice stopped them.

"Hold you fire! Let them go. Pretend to hit them but let them escape," Ling Qingyu's orders interrupted their actions.

The members weren't slow to react and immediately shifted their aims. The vehicle enjoyed the metal scratch.

As for stray bullets, Spirit Fox member shrugged and didn't care so long as the vehicle disappeared 'safely.'

They had no idea what Ling Qingyu planned but following orders, especially emphasized in an important tone needed obligation.

Their boss must have her own plan. It wouldn't be good to ruin hers because of impulse and emotions.

"Team Two, this is Team One. Thanks for the assist."

"You're welcome. Go ahead, Team One."

"We've got a high-value threat—a sniper—escaping in the direction… I want your team to chase him. Be advised, don't stray too far from the center."

"Understood. On the move."

The Team Two leader signaled her colleagues to follow and rushed in the direction where the sniper was last spotted.

Although the hope of catching up was slim, given the distance, there was still a possibility.

Not to mention, no Spirit Fox member wanted a talented sniper—someone who now shared grievances with them—on the run.

As for the leftover terrorists, their fate was sealed. Under the combined jab and cross of Team One and Team Two, they were quickly killed.

All terrorists in the airport had been neutralized. All that remained was her team's search for the VIP. She had assigned four girls to this task and had yet to receive a positive report.

Hopefully, this man hadn't died too early, the leader thought as she walked in the direction of Lin Fan, who was indulging in the rare camaraderie and cheers.

Even though they had been forced into a group from different backgrounds, they now shared the same enemies.

Each one deserved a moment of enjoyment. The airport security had managed to reorganize and cooperate; every party had played a role.

Spirit Fox operators initiated a secondary clearance. When others saw them double-tapping the corpses of the terrorists, their lips twitched.

"Lin Fan. Long time no see. It's a rare sight to reunite in a foreign land," Team One's leader teased.

She knew Lin Fan didn't recognize her, but she had read his files and even interacted with him before.

Lin Fan froze and lamented inwardly. Sure enough, his suspicion was now confirmed—the same vibe, the same familiarity. They were Spirit Fox.

Haha… Indeed, Spirit Fox members were military, not the police background they had displayed back in Province N.

"I didn't expect you girls to fly here. What's your mission?" Lin Fan asked the approaching warrioress.

"As if I'd tell you."

"Hey, do you know each other?" Agent Hill, eager to befriend this fierce group of women, asked Lin Fan.

Since the conversation had taken place in Country C's language, she couldn't understand it, but the familiar tone and greeting explained everything.

"Of course, Miss. I punched him in the stomach last time. How could I forget that feeling?" Team One's leader joked. "You really fought bravely today. We're impressed, I'm being frank here. It's an honor to meet our like-minded sister."

She patted the agent's shoulder and praised her with no awkwardness at all.

"Same here," Agent Hill shook hands. "Without your presence, I'm not sure if we will survive the planned onslaught."

"Nah, you'll do fine." Team 1 leader smiled and answered with a genuine tone. She wasn't lying—the situation might turn bad without their involvement but this temporary group of veterans could persist and wait out till reinforcement arrived.

On the other hand, Lin Fan almost jumped and scolded—So, it was you!

He had suffered a great injustice that time, and even if there were reasons for it, his pain wasn't supposed to be anyone's amusement.