Miss Beautiful C.E.O and her system

Click.

A thumb flicked the match several times before the ignition finally produced a bright flame.

Boom!

The thunder shook the air as a man brought the match close to his mouth, covering the flame from the harsh wind.

The cigarette's tip glowed red as he took a deep drag. He removed it and blew out the smoke.

"Hey, brother, I want to smoke too," another man said, patting the first man's shoulder.

"Okay, let me help you," the man with the lighter replied, but as he moved to help his companion, his cheek was splashed by a sticky substance.

Withdrawing his hand quickly, he touched his face and tried to see the wetness on his palm. His eyes widened as the lightning behind them cast light.

Red.

The sticky substance was blood. He hadn't even had time to speak before his consciousness faded away.

The two men on the sentry tower fell limp on the floor.

Everything happened too fast. A few meters away, shadows moved through the bushes toward the two dead men.

Another flash of lightning illuminated the sky, briefly revealing the visitors: military-grade helmets, NVGs, Kevlar, and MCU camouflage suits.

"Sentries down. Kilo 6 providing overwatch."

"Roger, Kilo 5 breaching in."

Several black figures moved forward. One group approached the fence in a wedge formation.

One member slung her rifle back and pulled out a device. Another stayed close to provide cover, while the rest scanned the sectors.

"You sure the laser cutter will work in the rain?" the Spirit Fox operator providing cover asked hesitantly.

The breacher paused for a tenth of a second before continuing to tweak the device. "I think you haven't read the manual yet."

"Hehe…" The former chuckled nervously and whispered, "Don't tell anyone about this."

"Well, at least your education level isn't so low that you can't understand rainfall poses no obstacles." The latter switched the device on, and a short blue beam formed.

She quickly aimed it at the fence and cut a doorway, large enough for a person to enter. Pushing the separated part of the wire inward, she made way for her team.

"Kilo 5 going in."

The operators on standby immediately filed in, covering every angle with their assault rifles. Despite the uneven terrain and wet ground, the team stuck together in formation.
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Puff! Puff!

Two staccato bursts of suppressed fire echoed under the cover of heavy rain and thunder. The quiet shots went unnoticed.

The lead operator took down two threats who appeared to be patrolling in raincoats. Perhaps the duo had something important on their minds, but their fate was sealed.

"Two hostiles down."

Kilo 5 moved along a path, avoiding light sources like tall pillars, exterior bulbs, and interior illumination.

Puff! Puff! Pop!

Remaining concealed, Kilo 5 eliminated several sentries they encountered, both inside watchtowers and roaming the grounds, while Kilo 6 provided containment and support.

Of course, nobody forgot to dead-check. These SOPs had been ingrained deeply into their training.

"Kilo 5 securing Building 7."

The numbers on the buildings were temporarily marked for ease of communication during the operation phase.

Two operators approached the security booth. The bright interior lights were naturally a target. The team separated and moved in buddy formations.

Inside, two security guards were laughing and exchanging crude jokes. One poured hot water from a kettle into his cup while the other played a game on his phone, its ding-ding sound betraying the collection of coins.

"Bro, have you heard about the traitor? There's a beautiful girl too. A pity she might be ruined soon. But hey, maybe then we'll have a chance," the man said, his eyes glowing with imagination. "When do you think we'll get a taste? Those strong thighs and that tight ass… just thinking about it makes me hot."

His companion gazed at him with contempt. "Whatever happens, even if she's ruined, she'll still serve those above us. We'll never get a chance. Sophia's been here for years, and it's never our turn. Hmph!"

"How about we try the girls in our residence? As long as we keep control and threaten them, we'll get away with it. After all, it's obvious who's more valuable to the higher-ups—those girls or us… Haha, as long as we don't overstep, we can enjoy life."

"Yeah, we're already bored with the comfort women they give us. When will things change? Money, women, and power."

The pair were so engrossed in their fantasies that they didn't notice death was near. Their confidence as guards stemmed not from defending against outsiders but from bullying and extorting victims. Now, the tables were turning.

Outside, both Spirit Fox operators were within arm's reach of the door. A short pause allowed them to assess the situation—how many people were inside, who they were, and so on.

These brief delays had powerful effects. Statistics had shown that entering with even a preliminary assessment was better than going in blind.

The lead operator gripped her weapon tightly, compressed it under her armpit and swung the door open as her foot stepped inside. Her barrel locked directly onto the dumbfounded man, who spilled hot water onto the floor.

He thought the visitor was one of his fellow guards, ready to crack another joke.

What he saw instead was the gateway to hell—four eyes belonging to the grim reaper, filled with palpable killing intent. Time seemed to slow, and the falling liquid appeared to hang in the air.

He wanted to scream. He wanted to move. He wanted to resist and lung at the intruder. A pity, his life was now over. But his life was already over.

Without hesitation, the operator squeezed the trigger twice, hitting him in the head before aiming at the other guard, who had jumped from his recliner. Both bodies slumped to the floor.

Her partner fired additional rounds to confirm the kills. "Control."

"Clear." Both operators raised their HK416s to high port and exited the booth, their movements fluid and purposeful.

A dozen Kilo 5 operators split into two teams and locked onto two entry points for Building 7. There were multiple entries, and they selected the closest two.

Without needing rehearsal or further orders, the operators swiftly positioned themselves. "Kilo 5 clearing Building 7, moving interior."

Eight members infiltrated while the remaining two stood back-to-back, covering the L-shaped perimeter outside. The thunder overhead masked every movement, aiding their stealth.

Room after room, they silently cleared the building. In one room, card players with weapons close at hand were engrossed in fierce betting, oblivious to any danger.

The operator pulled out her suppressed pistol and fired without hesitation.

Seven shots to the head. Seven targets down. She fired additional rounds to confirm the kills, then made a tactical reload.

Holstering her pistol, she switched back to her primary weapon and signaled her partner to advance, ensuring the enemies' weapons were disarmed.

Actually, there was no need to replace secondary weapon to fire for fear that sounds might compromise stealth, as the thunder and heavy rain masked everything.

Some rooms housed sleeping women. The operators stepped quietly, scanning the area for weapons before silently closing the door and moving on without disturbing anyone.

In a few rooms, children slept alongside women. Spirit Fox operators retreated without disturbing the non-combatants but remained vigilant.

They didn't have to think too hard—these children and women were likely forced to be there. Who knew if some had been tortured or forced to give birth? These poor kids might not know and enjoy the happiness ordinary children should have.

If Spirit Fox didn't intervene, these children's fate would be sealed. They would become conscripts, slaves, or militia, losing any sense of right and wrong, obeying their warlord's orders without question. Pitiful.

Yes, those killed today may have been children who grew up in these conditions, but their hands were stained with blood and sin. Spirit Fox wouldn't lose sleep over such things.

Puff. Puff.

These strange noises, irregularly popping, went unnoticed. Those still awake didn't even bother checking for falling bodies or thuds. In this place, bullying, beatings, and even screams were routine.

Sometimes, the operators encountered women working like servants, watching them with numb expressions. With gestures of silence, the operators would knock them out gently, pressing on key acupuncture points and cuffing their hands behind. Tapes were put over the mouth as well.

As for those who tried to resist or scream, the operators were ruthless, covering their mouths and slamming them to the ground before knocking them out.

Men who showed no defiance or were innocent from the start received the same treatment. But those who tried to warn others were silenced permanently.

From their demeanor, gestures, and unspoken cues, Spirit Fox operators made quick decisions about identities.

Uncertain? No problem. The operators used tasers—sophisticated, pistol-like devices that fired rounds to incapacitate targets without the need for wires. Only when they were sure of a threat did they resort to lethal force.

Building 7 was cleared of any threats within minutes, without raising an alarm. Eight operators made entry, then split into smaller teams to cover more ground, with a minimum of two operators per group.

"Kilo 6, Kilo 5 has secured Building 7, we'll now be providing overwatch. Bound forward."

"Copied, Kilo 5."

Kilo 5 members in the building quickly initiated a secondary clearance, leaving behind closed doors. Afterward, some operators cleared the rooftop and took high ground for support.

The two outside containing Building 7, retired from their duties and entered the building to shield themselves from the precipitation after seeing Kilo 6 operators surpassing their position.

The building Kilo 6 secured went unimpeded and without hindrance. The speed was much quicker since most slept except a few who roamed around compared to Building 7.