Miss Beautiful C.E.O and her system

2nd floor.

Several figures ran back and forth, stumbling and hitting obstacles, even walls. Gunshots from everywhere caused people to panic, particularly the 'civilians.'

On the other hand, there weren't many gang members, still not convinced they were being attacked. More so, somebody tried to resist, and a small clash occurred. This was the most acceptable guess among the men.

Even if loud violence erupted downstairs, they were still in a delusion. Kilo 5 operators stepped out of the stairway and aimed at the moving figures.

For now, many were harmless, without weapons. They still hadn't encountered enemies and hustled toward the sound of gunshots.

They were getting close. Five men wielding pistols flashed past, shouting in an unknown language. None of them appeared to be undercover agents. Instead, they were heading toward the gunshots. Spirit Fox put rounds in their heads and continued.

These men were supposed to be reinforcements to kill the agents, they were here to rescue. Passing several rooms and an L-shaped hallway ahead to the right, Spirit Fox operators knew they were close. They could even see a few bullets ricocheting across the walls, and small debris flew from the impact.

Peeking from the corner, the pointsman spotted a couple leaning against the wall. A woman stretched out her pistol and fired down the hallway close to her, blindly. One or two shots, then ducked back.

Rapid automatic fire returned to suppress her. From the sound, it was an AK, ripping everywhere without any aim.

Okay, both sides were exchanging fire in the dark. Only when the woman turned her head in the pointsman's direction did the latter realize that the two might be their objectives.

She notified her partner with a gesture to signal a friendly unit. "Be advised, two friendly units ahead. Check your shots."

The operator sprung out from cover and shouted in an international language, "Special Forces! Put your weapon down!"

Her cry frightened the couple, and the woman opened fire toward her. The bullet bounced off her helmet.

The kinetic energy knocked her off balance, and she fell. Her partner instantly backed up and yelled, "Drop your weapon!"

The pointsman slipped to the ground, the second emerged and yelled, her muzzle straight at the 'unfriendly' woman. The third hooked her finger on the pointsman's vest and pulled hard.

These movements were completed within seconds, and the three operators withdrew back to cover. This time, they spoke in their mother tongue: "Lay down your weapon. We are your rescue. Special Forces from Country C."

The woman, who had just fired, recovered and blushed. She remembered she must have hit something from the sound and immediately worried she had injured her support. "Are you alright? I didn't shoot one of you, did I?"

However, she still pointed her muzzle toward the L-shape in fear. Who knew whether the gangs were pretending to be the Special Forces of her motherland, though the voices sounded like females?

The operator didn't give herself away and communicated from behind the wall. "Violet, Taco, we'll take over from here. Come to my voice, hurry. Remember not to point your weapon at us."

"Okay, coming." The woman complied and nodded at the man beside her. Both were now out of options, stuck here. They dared not evacuate blindly, especially with the electricity out.

However, it was this situation that quickly convinced the duo that rescue was here. They sighed in relief and rushed to Kilo 5's location.

The Kilo 5 leader introduced herself and the team, then examined the duo carefully to ensure their identity matched. Some codes were exchanged.

Meanwhile, the three at the front took over the duo's job and began to suppress the gangs. The results were like night and day. The gangs couldn't poke their weapons out to shoot.

"Multiple!"

Pap! Pap! Pap! Pap!

The operators stayed in a high-low position, c-clamping their rifles on the wall as they unleashed rounds on the advancing enemies, who were exploiting the time gap when the undercover duo retreated.

"Tangos down."

"Hallway clear!"

"Understood, keep up the good work."

"I'm so sorry, who did I hit?" The woman apologized and asked with some restraint.

"Don't worry, she's in the fight. The one shooting from above the kneeling one." Kilo 5 leader smiled and replied.

None of the operators cared. Though they were a little annoyed, they didn't blame her. After all, it was also the fault of the pointman who didn't conduct a proper deconfliction drill.

She should have stayed behind the wall and warned a few times. Fortunately, the second one didn't lose her composure and escalate the situation, instead exclaiming their undercover identity codes to raise trust.

"Whew, thankfully, she's fine. Wait, you're all women?" The man questioned.

"Is there a problem?" Kilo 5 leader responded.
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"Um…"

"Wait, now isn't the time for that. You gotta save her."

"Who?"

"There's still one left, upstairs. She's running from the pursuers." The woman remembered and explained quickly. "Let me lead you there."

"No need, we'll take over from here. You follow my girl and stay in the temporary safe place." Kilo 5 replied and ordered her subordinates.

Sure enough, the woman was right, sparse gunshots erupted above. Returning to the stairwell, Kilo 5 pushed up while the duo agents stayed with the operators, assuming a guarding responsibility.

Elsewhere, the undercover woman, whom Kilo 5 was looking for, was in danger. She couldn't stay inside. If she didn't move, she would be in danger soon.

Her body trembled, a wave of up and down. Her magnificent chest loomed seductively in the air, but she paid no heed. Sweat dripped over her clothes and hair.

The uniform was like chains, hindering her movement. She ripped her shirt, buttons flying as she took a deep breath. Now, she felt better, or so she believed.

Life and death—she was so close. Never before had she expected the mission to go this way, though people like her already expected the worst when they joined.

The darkness from the blackout, which should have instilled fear, brought a rare warmth. Without light, she had a higher chance of surviving, though the odds were less than 10 percent.

Firing a few shots as the mercenary neared the threshold, she dashed to the door. Her shots did cause the latter to cower.

She was seen as a trapped beast. Nobody liked to be taken down when it was cornered. The mercenary shared the same thought, so he wasn't in a hurry to fight through.

He'd just wait until her ammunition ran out, and victory would be in his grasp. To his surprise, this woman leaped out and parried his pistol.

A shadow pointed at his head.

Shit! That was definitely a pistol!

He ducked and pushed in. Despite the lack of light, he instinctively resisted based on his experience and past training.

Boom!

The explosion rattled his nerves and ears. He could even sense the sonic boom cracking above and close to his head.

He reacted swiftly and stayed closer to the woman, while at the same time maneuvering his pistol to fire, but the woman grasped tightly onto the weapon and the two wrestled.

Bang! Bang!

Shots rang out as both weapons unloaded round after round. They were firing on purpose, even though their muzzles weren't aimed properly, just to gain momentum and shock. Both sides were waiting to see who would flinch first and who could afford more losses.

In the end, both weapons clicked. The woman's went cold. No bullets in the chamber, while the man's was jammed. She kicked the man in the stomach and followed up with a knee.

The man suffered a blow, but he managed to block the knee strike and flung the woman against the wall without mercy.

The woman groaned and coughed. Her chest felt congested from the heavy blow. Maybe the two could match in terms of skill, but weight and size mattered.

The man exploited his advantages to the fullest.