Miss Beautiful C.E.O and her system

The two buildings Kilo 5 and 6 cleared faced challenges differentiating shoot and no shoot figures since no one seemed to be locked up.

They had to utilize full capacity and reasoning ability of their brain to discern whether a person was an enemy.

That was an ultimate skill, ignored by many, particularly in a very mixed situation like right now.

Not to mention, not all hostiles were equipped with weapons, in contrast to the ones outside, patrolling the perimeter.

Being able to identify enemies, Spirit Fox did a job well done. Now, that two buildings closest to them, had been secured.

Kilo 5 made another bound. A dozen operators dashed on the muddy soil. Their figures only revealed themselves when lighting erupted above.

Splashes rippled on several puddles as many feet stomp the small pond. "Kilo 5 approaching Building 5. Request Kilo 6 provide overwatch and contain Building 6."

"Understood. Relax and proceed. We've got your back," Kilo 6 leader responded.

Previously, Kilo 5 cleared Building 7 and Kilo 6 cleared Building 8 accordingly. However, due to the residence layout, Building 5 and Building 6 stood before Kilo 5's path ahead, which meant that the two buildings were Kilo 5's responsibility.

But they had little manpower to strike two buildings at once, which was the reason why Kilo 5 beckoned support from its team.

While they cleared one building, Kilo 6 would contain any threats. Of course, based on their strength, they could breach the two simultaneously but nobody demanded fast-pace.

Nobody was in immediate danger. Why should they risk stealth in order to complete a superb stunning stigma?

Kilo 5 leader licked her lips under the hood and checked her teammates. She squeezed the second figure's shoulder in the formation, who passed on the message to the pointsman.

The operator turned the handle and stepped in, amidst the awful door whining. Luckily, the goddess weather favored Spirit Fox, obscuring the noises that could alarm the enemies.

Droplets draped along the MCU camouflage suits and fell on the floor. Her slow muzzle swing brought additional water.

As soon as Kilo 5 leader followed in and entered the building, she radioed. "Kilo 5, going interior."

Without waiting for any reply, she flipped her NVGs up. The rainwater soaking the lens disturbed her vision. It worsened when she entered the rooms with light.

Her subordinates reacted the same, snapping the goggles upward. She signaled everyone to press on. 10 figures separated into small teams.

While they advanced, they witnessed several horrors and blood-rushing madness. Maids, apparently recruited from victims, suffered.

They were like properties, which could function anytime as long as owner desired. Compared to other women, who might be turned into sex slave and prostituted till they died, they were fortunate, or so, it seemed.

Human lives weren't worth much than weeds. Spirit Fox operators who lived and thrived in peaceful era struggled to suppress the rage and sympathy. There was also a scene of a poor man, forced by another.

All of the culprits met King Yama. Only, every Kilo 5 operator felt they died too soon, without equal karma.

Although religions showed hell exist, nobody cared, nor were Spirit Fox operators. As for reincarnation, every operator would sneer.

What was the use of a punishment, when the punished forgot what he or she had done in the past life.

If superstitious beliefs indeed existed and were proven, things might turn around. By then, perhaps, the world wouldn't be fair again since divine had interfere with destiny, one could argue.

These were the flashing thoughts that didn't hang on the operators too long. Kilo 5 leader snapped her muzzle at the sudden open door.

The two parties stopped in a daze. On the one side, a well equipped operator, covered from head to toe, had her sight on the target.

On the other side, two figures, entangled, came out of the room. They were a pair of man and woman.

It wasn't a stereotyping but she kept her barrel, locked on the man. Based on the scenario, men were likely to be enemies than the women, not that the latter didn't exist.

In fact, Spirit Fox operators had yet to encounter female targets, that needed to be eliminated.

The two didn't have any weapons. Otherwise, she would have sieved the two figures as soon as they popped out of the door.

The man threw the woman and backed into the room, shouting in a language she didn't understand.

The operator pushed the woman in and entered the room, trying to lock her muzzle at the panicked man.

The woman screamed as she slipped and hit the ground. Her partner stayed at the threshold, ready to support her and protected the team's flanks.

Pap! Pap!

"Acha…" The man froze, and stopped his cries, gurgled out blood as his hand tried to stop the bleeding, then slammed to the ground.

Kilo 5 leader fired two rounds. The first pieced the enemy's throat. The second entered the skull.

Two successive shots killed the man. As for why the man's body reached out to stop the bleeding, she wasn't interested to know.

Because of this weird phenomenon, she poured five more rounds. The body twitched and jumped a little.

Raising a brow, she ignored the man and turned her attention toward the woman, who shook in fear and kept murmuring nonsense, blabbing nonstop.

Pa.

The woman stopped screaming and covered her cheek. Her eyes seeming to regain clarity and focus but these were what Kilo 5 leader overthought.

The woman was just too frightened to continue yelling because of her slap. She didn't want to but she had to, in order to prevent a stealth compromise.

Although thunders above provided margins of error, she couldn't afford to let the woman alert others.

She knelt on one knee in front of the woman and tried to comfort in a soft voice. "Hey, I'm sorry to hurt you but you must understand there are many others, who needs our rescue."

The woman avoided her gaze and retorted. "Who needs your rescue?"

"Huh? What did you say?" The operator blinked in disbelief. Did she hear correctly? Although the woman spoke in the smallest tone, Spirit Fox operators were beyond normal human range, in terms of everything, which included hearing.

"I said, who needs your rescue, you will mess us more if you fail." The woman sniffed and complained bitterly.

She brought her knees to her chest. Listening to her reason, the operator glanced at her partner, who shrugged and focused on the exterior.

Blaming the innocent rather than the culprit. This was the living proof of how ordinary people oppressed their owns rather than fight against the tyrants.

They blamed others for the misfortunes they suffered. A method used by tyrants to divide the population. Most liked to stay in the boiling water instead of attempting to leap out themselves. Enjoy more content from My Virtual Library Empire

Ostracizing a friendly frog for increasing the temperature because they failed to cure the true cause. This was another form of Stockholm Syndrome.

Kilo 5 leader had no time to cure this bullshit or to comfort the terrified woman. She only felt blessed that the woman didn't interfere and try to rescue the man.

So, she simply knocked the woman out and cuffed her hand and taped her mouth. She said to her partner. "You bastard. Why don't you help me control her?"

"I'm watching you, that's the point. If she makes any move, I'll kill her." The partner replied.

Kilo 5 leader was so speechless that she had nothing to say except to pat her partner. "Anyway, next time subdue her to prevent similar shouts which can expose us."

"Nah, I ain't touching hysteric people. It's better to kill than comfort."

If not for the occasion, she really wanted to slap her partner. Dumbfounded, she radioed Kilo 6. "Kilo 6, this is Kilo 5. Sitrep"

"Cold." After a short pause. "And wet."

"Pfft." Kilo 5 leader choked. Sis, this wasn't the way to answer her call.