Miss Beautiful C.E.O and her system

Tang Ziyi's estimation was quite accurate. Hidden capability of Ling Qingyu mustn't be underestimated. Although the current result seemed like she was being abused utterly, standing her ground five against one for the first-timer was an impressive record, even if it was only more than half a minute.

No one dared to ascertain whether they might survive based on Ling Qingyu's scenario, unless her starting point changed because none of them would ever choose so close to the entry point so that the path to retreat became longer.

In fact, many felt weird, asking Ling Qingyu to participate as a first-timer but nobody questioned Tang Ziyi's choice.

Tang Ziyi didn't know what the rest were thinking in their heart, nor did she have time to bother. She expected Ling Qingyu to stunningly hold the ground for several minutes against the five intruders.

It seemed she raised her expectation too high or did she miscalculate. Tang Ziyi rubbed her hand in deep thought. Because the operators' teams were actually also novices who were incomparable in terms of both experience and training hours with the first-generation group.

The best were those who followed Su Ruomei and Jiang Yu, former special brigades soldiers, who improved miraculously under Tang Ziyi's guidance.

The rest were picked from different jobs. Some were even cooks in the army. There was one common factor—the desire to strengthen themselves to have the ability to fight. High salaries and sufficient living accessories were another that attracted the girls.

So, based on Ling Qingyu's talent and the results she had shown to Tang Ziyi, the cold president should easily handle the pressure and go back and forth, even if the operators had minimal training hours.

Actually, Tang Ziyi's minimal meant among the guards. However, the daily training hours along with sufficient equipment enhanced everyone so much that even Tang Ziyi lamented.

If not for available bullets, finance and Athena's contribution, the current results were impossible.

Tang Ziyi was a little disappointed with Ling Qingyu's initial reaction and forgot her talents and innate excellent traits were nothing in front of the experience gap.

Frankly, Ling Qingyu did very well for a first-timer. Anyone who hadn't been shot before would never realize the trepidation one experienced. The thrilling yet shivering encounter was hard to describe.

People would flinch or freeze, lowering some thinking ability, if something was thrown at the face. Imagine the scene of a small ball rushing at you. A normal person would dodge subconsciously by lowering the stature or standing like an idiot waiting to be hit.

Replace the scenario with multiple balls and accelerate them at the speed of sound. Panic entered even if a person knew there wasn't too much danger but some part of the computing power in the brain shut down, only focusing on thinking of dodging.

Panic-driven behavior led to a decrease in IQ. This was what happened to Ling Qingyu. But because the projectiles were small and lethal, if not for protected clothing, Ling Qingyu didn't feel well.

A minute under rough suppression for any newbie who hadn't undergone such training was a nightmare. Let alone, Ling Qingyu.

She, who was able to adapt and react accordingly, deserved praise yet Tang Ziyi had complaints. If Ling Qingyu knew her general's unsatisfactory remarks, she might show her middle finger.

Ling Qingyu's situation was dangerous, if she didn't find ways to get out of the room. Her opponents had firmly locked her down inside and were slowly making their advance.

The impact and the clattering sounds of projectiles hitting hard surface nearby, shook her heart. Her hands grasping the pistol quivered and almost dropped the weapon. The whizzes and whiplashes heightened her heartbeat.

If Ling Qingyu said she wasn't panicked, it would be false. She had never seen such big scenes! Long before she had even laughed coldly at those victims who seemed like an idiot whenever she heard news of mass shootings. She could never do that again now.

Even if she knew she wasn't in danger, the discomfort and heaviness of the atmosphere under fire fried her brain circuit. She now understood what they must have experience under stress and pressure.

After calming down, she cursed under her breath lightly. It seemed cursing out loud worked. But she must also take care of her image in front of her subordinates. Who knew there would be another unscrupulous villain like Tang Ziyi recording her bad deeds among the onlookers above?

Fortunately, the simulation wasn't real. Else, the debris exploding from suppressive shots and the possibility of wall-firing would have already deterred Ling Qingyu from staying anywhere close to the door.

No matter how fast she adapted, losing would only be a matter of time. Under continuous bangs, Ling Qingyu's eyes lit up.

Because she was familiar with the layout structure and based on the gunfire sound, she roughly estimated her opponents' position.

It was now or never. Getting too close meant her defeat. She had already found a way to distance herself. She must do what she hated or disdained the most.

She recalled Tang Ziyi's words and smiled. Aim small, miss small my foot! She was right. Her situation no longer allowed this and she could only rely on pointing shooting and instinct. Or blind firing was the appropriate description.

She heaved her breath in and out, nodded to herself as if to cheer up and made a move.

Her opponents already prevented many possible positions from shooting back. Despite being unsightly, Ling Qingyu bent over, her hips high in the air, with her gun almost touching the floor.

From a crouching position, Ling Qingyu leaned on the door frame and stuck her pistol out, pointing in the direction of the incoming bullets and switched to auto mode and sprayed.

She guessed their locations relying on her memory and guess. She even inputted the possibility of double file formation against her and aimed accordingly.

There was no pause as she switched direction but she slowed down the rate of fire, when she heard exclamations. Her lips curled up as she thought her action surprised the opponents.

The onlookers above gasped in shock. Did they just witness a comeback? While discussions brewed in excitement, Tang Ziyi nodded and was eager to know her next move. She had guessed Ling Qingyu's plan.

The SWAT operators weren't feeling well. Just when they were certain they were about to eliminate the terrorist, unexpectedly bullets flew in their direction.

The terrorist they thought they had suppressed so hard, managed to fight back. They didn't see where Ling Qingyu fired from.

Under a hail of bullets, the one at the forefront on the left formation suffered a hit in the chest and staggered back.

"I'm hit!"

The second person behind stretched out her hands and opened fire. "Covering!"

"Move back." The team leader roared amidst the roar of loud bangs. Although not many bullets landed on the team, they were in danger of being eliminated.

The team retreated out of the hallway away from the bullet trails. In a situation like this, the best option was to press forward, regardless of the casualties and cleared the threat.

However, the path backward was closer to the team than forward. So, the leader made a correct decision.

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