Miss Beautiful C.E.O and her system

Chapter 290: Action [3]

Having heard outcries, Ling Qingyu immediately knew her actions were effective. Those who didn't exploit the given opportunity would be an idiot. And Ling Qingyu wasn't one of them.

She switched to semi-mode.

From ugly bent stance, Ling Qingyu peeked out a little and her wrists followed through. This time instead of blind-firing, she was able to aim one of the members and released two successive shots, then instantly moved to a new target.

Bang! Bang!

Her wrist shook from recoil, especially shooting from a weak posture. The roar and the impact rushed her already fastening heartbeat.

She saw the group falling back and smiled. All according to the plan. Without hesitation, she dumped all the rounds, trying to suppress while she still had the advantage, even if the operators stayed behind cover and fired.

Because of her actions, despite receiving fire, they were no longer accurate. Ling Qingyu quickly chambered another fresh magazine and sprung up and rushed out of the room.

Her rapid footsteps and short pause of firing already told what was going on to her opponents. The SWAT members tried to lean outward to take the shot.

Knowing the danger, Ling Qingyu switched her Glock to automatic mode again and didn't forget to aim backward while running. Burst of bullets flushed out of the barrel.

33 bullets inside Ling Qingyu's Glock gone within 1.5 seconds. But a short respite was what Ling Qingyu exactly needed.

Even though most were wild shots, deterrence worked when the SWAT members didn't dare to take action lightly. Not to mention Ling Qingyu adjusted and controlled the direction well, ensuring the bullets traveled near the opponents' location.

However, someone might still have a sight on her by chance since not everything was absolute and Ling Qingyu understood the risk.

In fact, one of them had Ling Qingyu's figure on her aiming sight. Just when she squeezed the trigger, Ling Qingyu slid on the floor, using her running momentum to get out of the hallway.

Although she performed an embarrassing skidding, her body nearly prone to the ground, Ling Qingyu cheated death.

The bullets coming from the one aiming at her flew above her head and missed. Ling Qingyu heaved a sigh and leaned back against the wall, taking in deep breath.

She grabbed another magazine from the pouch on the vest and reloaded. But her hand failed to insert it into its correct place. Her left hand holding the magazine trembled. The process became more difficult.

Forcibly calming herself, Ling Qingyu couldn't believe her own action. The escape was too thrilling. She seemed like a heroine in the action movie, dancing in the hail of bullets.

However, these few minutes felt like hours in her mind. Every step she calculated, considering all available variables. Her brain literally melted, making crucial decisions.

At the same time, because she hadn't practiced for long, her shooting skills were propelled by her brain, instead of instinctive muscle memory, putting more burden on her mental energy.

To make her body move, her brain was forced to complete various tasks. Shooting, aiming, correct posturing, and tactical thinking.

Compared to special force members, who honed their skills for multiple hours till their every action reached instinctive level, where more energy could spent on tactics and plans, Ling Qingyu's overall state was too stretched.

If not for her strong computing power and high IQ, every action she just mustered was deemed impossible for the average person.

The second engagement was over. Ling Qingyu won despite giving some grounds. She managed to slow them down and make them more wary of her.

The SWAT members held their positions, aiming down the hallway. The point men took security while the group reorganized.

Two out of five were hit. The members checked the area where they were hit, reassessing the situation. In a simulation, nobody would cheat to win the game because everyone desired to fix their mistakes.

Only through honesty and righteous discussion, would improvement be possible. The two honestly admitted they were hit, somewhere in the chest and the others were checking before proceeding forward.

While someone in the team provided cover, the rest derived new plans. Because they no longer wanted to waste precious time, struggling with Ling Qingyu and quickly moved to a suspected bomb area.

According to the protocols during similar simulations, a person already knew they were being hit. But whether the results were merely wounded or incapacitated remained unanswered because simulation didn't reflect all realities.

For this reason, Tang Ziyi requested Athena's help. Since the entire underground complex and Ling Qingyu's residence above were monitored under Athena's eyes through numerous nano-cameras, Athena could easily calculate what Tang Ziyi wanted.

According to Athena's system, LED lights equipped on the vests of the guards displayed various colors according to the scenario. Green light after being hit meant the operators could continue playing because the protection worked.

Orange meant injury—the operators could only move around in a designated area—while red showed the operators' state was either dead or incapacitated, and couldn't participate in the game.

Moreover, Athena used AI voice to read out the statuses every time an operator got hit in the game. Based on Athena's monitoring level, the calculation of bullet trajectories didn't cost anything out of the computation power. Just a single core component of Athena's huge celestial supercomputer easily suppressed all the latest supercomputers on Earth.

To determine where the simulated bullets landed and how much damage it brought was too easy. Ling Qingyu's subordinates marveled at the black technologies and lamented the wheel of time.

No one asked nor questioned. They understood, it was a secret. In fact, all the stuff coming out of the underground raised everyone's curiosity and satisfied their thirst for new items. Everyone was grateful to be able to test them out.

Of course, in realities based on the highly advanced equipment level, those hits in the simulation wouldn't even harm the operators. The system only referred to the technology equivalent to the current modern army's equipment.

The guards' clothing could handle armor piercing 7.62mm caliber without a sweat and withstand .50 caliber with some wear and tear. The helmet and the vest easily resisted .50 caliber without a scratch.

In short, their army of girls had the safest equipment. Except for rockets directly hitting their figures, nothing could even harm them. Not even the shockwave and fragmentation blast. Naturally, the guards didn't know these. Tang Ziyi was researching to further improve the current strength, making Ling Qingyu's speechless.

"Mine is orange. I think I can't participate any longer." One of the operators, who fought against Ling Qingyu, said in dissatisfaction.

"Well, although I was hit, it's just the plate. So, I'm good to go."

"One down. Four of us are fine." The team leader gritted her teeth in anger. Her words brought shame.

They who were confident initially overturned. They had no idea of the identity of a person who messed their group; everyone had one goal—to teach Ling Qingyu a profound lesson.

Ling Qingyu: Who did I offend?

"Alright, you'll stay here trying to protect this area." Team leader referred to the person with orange light on her chest. "The rest will press on. We have no time but to reach our goal. Even if we engage, we'll move on our own pace, not trying to capture that figure, Understood?"

"Understood." Everyone uttered obeying the order.