Miss Beautiful C.E.O and her system

Chapter 287: I must resist honey trap

Fortunately, Tang Ziyi limited some rules of engagement. There would be no shields and flashbang usage from the police faction. Only pistols would be used by both sides. Otherwise, the advantage would lie more on her guards' side.

Rifles weren't always reachable and Yang Qingyue's duo rarely made use of them or practiced them. Ling Qingyu only learned how to shoot this morning. If Ling Qingyu's terrorist team fought against her subordinates in a rifle match, no need to guess who might be miserable.

Actually, for a gun-restricted nation, pistols usually completed most of the dangerous missions accompanied by a few submachine guns or assault rifles. However, who made Ling Qingyu's province most notorious Province N, where criminals likely wielded advanced weaponry so much so that pistols were no longer enough.

The current drill suited Ling Qingyu's group's capabilities. Yang Qingyue and Cai Ning were familiar with pistols on a daily basis. As for their marksmanship, everything would become clear after this match.

10 versus 3, Ling Qingyu's side seemed at a disadvantage but they were more familiar with the layout and there were also robots' help.

With more of her subordinates' presence upstairs, Ling Qingyu noticed the number grew.

Ling Qingyu still hadn't figured out the reason why her subordinates were keen on watching her fight. She thought it was her charisma that attracted attention.

She also saw Tang Ziyi leaning on the rail, her eyes filled with eagerness to see Ling Qingyu's suffering. Especially Tang Ziyi's requirement to separate into two teams. Yang Qingyue and Cai Ning; Ling Qingyu alone.

What a mess! Ling Qingyu pursed her lips. That old bastard might be happy to see her defeat. She must show how wrong to underestimate her.

Tang Ziyi noticing Ling Qingyu's rising aura, smiled in satisfaction. The resilience to not admit defeat had already been seen through by her.

As for how Tang Ziyi differentiated three of them, who were now covered from head to toe, it was simply based on their height. Ling Qingyu, Yang Qingyue followed by Cai Ning.

Ling Qingyu: ???

Yang Qingyue: ???

Cai Ning: ???

So simple? You're height discriminatory. Fortunately, no one knew what was inside Tang Ziyi's mind.

Ling Qingyu pulled her pistol out of the holster. Glock 19, semi-automatic, using the caliber of 9mm. Her version used an extended magazine of 33 rounds. Yang Qingyue and Cai Ning had the same version.

Tilting the side toward her face, like similar training guns, the Glock had its barrel and magazine painted blue. Clicking on the magazine release button, Ling Qingyu checked the rounds.

Yang Qingyue and Cai Ning were doing the same. Preliminary checking standard procedures before oncoming fight. While Ling Qingyu was honing her skills, the two policewomen were curious about the training equipment.

They were studying the inner structure though they might never understand. It could still quench their thirst for curiosity.

The group had already discussed the defensive plan into three stages, each getting closer to the center where the bomb was held.

Ling Qingyu listened to the two policewomen, who had more experience and were familiar with the job. She never input anything from her, not even leadership because the number one rule of being a leader was to leave the relevant stages to professionals.

Although she wasn't currently the leader of the group, each excelled in their leadership in different jobs.

According to the plan, the layout had two entry points, which the SWAT team would breach and defuse the bomb.

One of them would be defended by Cai Ning and Yang Qingyue, both of whom were familiar with each other and the cohesion was likely very high.

Ling Qingyu soloed the other entry as requested by Tang Ziyi. Teaming with Ling Qingyu would lose important cohesion and the former proposed by Tang Ziyi was the better case, even though Ling Qingyu was more of a novice, as thought by the two policewomen. The plan was to delay as much as possible.

The bomb exploded, Ling Qingyu's group won. The bomb was defused, the SWAT won. In any case, the ultimate goal of this exercise was to experience the skills of Ling Qingyu's subordinates and also show off to Yang Qingyue and Cai Ning of their excellence.

Actually, with Yang Qingyue's and Cai Ning's immersive experience, they could better plan for the best. They might be able to come up with the best plan for Ling Qingyu's subordinates.

"Any questions about our plan?" Yang Qingyue asked, after inserting the magazine back into its chamber. Everyone was doing the same.

Cai Ning shook her head. Ling Qingyu uttered: "No, it's your call. You're the boss here."

"I wonder how rare of a chance for me to be called boss by our famous ruthless CEO." Yang Qingyue made a rare joke.

"I think we still need a battle to distinguish who's the boss between us." Ling Qingyu didn't give in and joked back, whispering.

Cai Ning didn't hear it but Yang Qingyue rolled her eyes. Wasn't that night proved everything?

Of course, Cai Ning wasn't blind to see two love birds snickering before the main play and cleared her throat.

"In fact, there's no need to compete between us. I'll give up if you can give me two or three…ahem…I mean three or four helicopters for the police." Yang Qingyue said, winking her eyes. "Please be considerate of our police force."

Even though Yang Qingyue's figure and face were covered with another layer, the action of her beautiful eyes winking at Ling Qingyu itched her heart. The heroic temperament combined with the sultry atmosphere shortened Ling Qingyu's breath.

This was a blatant seduction. No, she was never going to fall under the honey trap. Ling Qingyu spoke repeatedly in her heart.

Cai Ning slapped her forehead and lowered the visor, distancing herself away from the couple. She strode toward her position, based on the plan.

Naturally, both Yang Qingyue and Ling Qingyu noticed her behavior and ignored it. Ling Qingyu's eyelids twitched with Yang Qingyue's request. Two was fine but what did she mean by 3 or 4?

Was Yang Qingyue utilizing her full potential in negotiation skills? Ling Qingyu coughed and said. "Do you really need that much air asset?"

Yang Qingyue nodded. "Indeed, you don't understand how poor Province N police force is. The extravagant corruption involves in the bureaucracy is unimaginable until you see it for yourself."

Ling Qingyu nodded, agreeing with her words because the official atmosphere in Province N was beyond cleaning and saving, unless blood was spilled and the table overturned. The journey toward a fairer and better system was light-years away.

"But we're discussing with helicopters, solely for your prefecture-level force." Ling Qingyu said.

"Alright. Maybe one or two. I hope it's three. The more the better." Yang Qingyue admitted with a serious tone.

"But it's not your money. It's mine." Ling Qingyu gritted her teeth.

Yang Qingyue hugged over Ling Qingyu's shoulder and said. "Well, I can make any promises." She tapped Ling Qingyu's chin.

"I hope you can solve the tax and licensing complications." Ling Qingyu replied.

"Leave those to me." Yang Qingyue patted her chest.

"Then, okay. Don't forget your promise." Ling Qingyu growled. "I'll ask Sister Tang for the helicopters and transfer three of them to you."

Yang Qingyue was satisfied. "If not for the commotion, I have already kissed you here."

"Me too." Ling Qingyu was happy. Money was worth wasting. She had fallen, resistance didn't work.

Before both of them looked deep into each other eyes, the announcement interrupted the rare moment. "One minute. The exercise will begin. Participants, please be ready."

Ling Qingyu and Yang Qingyue separated. Both sped off in different directions. Ling Qingyu reached her sector and adjusted her equipment, running the final check on her Glock.

Cocking the slider backward, she spotted a copper round casing and released it. Taking in deep breath to calm down her excitement, unsure whether the cause was exercise or heated moment with Yang Qingyue, Ling Qingyu lowered her visor, under the timer countdown.

"30 seconds!"

"15 seconds."

"5..4…3…2…1."

The horn blared.