Miss Beautiful C.E.O and her system-Chapter 510: Spirit Fox-not taking a chance

10 minutes ago.

Two taxis stopped in front of the building belonging to the apartment, Yang Qingyue and Ling Qingyu slept in.

A man exited from the copilot and opened the door for the passenger. A woman covered in sunglasses and a mask stepped out and looked around.

On the other side, another woman quickly trotted to the masked woman’s side and glanced around. Behind, more men dismounted and checked the surroundings. Afterward, two taxis drove away, leaving behind a small crowd.

"Ma’am, do we follow you upstairs?" The woman asked the masked lady, who shook her head.

"Don’t. Go outside and play around. I’ll be fine."

"You can’t do that, Ma’am." The woman refused sternly. "It’s not safe here at all. You know clearly the level of danger here. I don’t want to take any risk."

"Fine. But don’t follow me, upstairs." The masked lady sighed helplessly and accepted.

"I’ll follow you, Ma’am. Don’t protest. It’s my job." The woman insisted and gestured for the men to disperse while she stood close to the lady.

"Hey, shouldn’t I trust my daughter’s achievement? I’m sure the current area is the safest in this province." The lady waved her hand and entered the building followed by the persistent woman. If anybody witnessed this scene, they might have thought a famous idol had arrived.

By the manner, the lady covered herself completely from head to toe, sunglasses and mask, nobody would deny this conjecture.

And exactly was the agreed thought among the Spirit Fox who stayed in incognito near the apartment.

Or they should be Ling Qingyu’s bodyguards too. The identities didn’t matter since they were the same except that different styles meant different missions on a particular date.

Now, they were dressed like ordinary lively girls, except that the clothes were only loose to maximize movements. Four of them were on duty, staying inside the vehicle. A BMW sedan and a Landcruiser. The brand and the paint seemed nothing out of the ordinary.

"1-3, you’re seeing this?"

"Acknowledged. Do we stand by or check these guys?"

"Negative 1-3. They might just be some celebrity visiting. The securities are professional indeed but they don’t have any malicious intentions. Plus the two women aren’t too dangerous."

"You know, we can’t afford to guess. Last time, some sisters screw up because of similar negligence. And you say, women, do we have a problem discerning our gender?" 1-3 whined and rebutted.

If women weren’t dangerous, what was their existence? Any criminals and bad people feared them.

"Alright, they haven’t spotted us yet. Exit the vehicle and monitor them. Act normal, how copy Team 1."

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"1-3 copied."

"1-4 copied."

"Move."

The girls dismounted from the vehicles and blended in quickly with the pedestrians nearby. Though the area wasn’t crowded, there were still several figures passing by.

Of course, their actions of opening doors attracted the eyes of their tangos. But the men looked away later when they discovered the four were just girls.

These were actually the benefits of being a woman. People never expected them to be lethal.

"1-3, 1-2, and 1-1 will enter the building and go ahead inside. You’ll distract them."

"1-3 copied." 1-3, wearing a brown windbreaker with a red striped flat cap, glanced at her partner and stepped closer to the men. None of their faces were real since Tang Ziyi’s invention of the necklace hologram mask. Plus, their earpieces vital for radio communication were hidden completely for a perfect disguise.

Nobody would relate the girls to the special force operators during the undercover state.

1-4 wore a blouse and pants with a handbag, cloche hat and jacket. Both took out their phones and displayed their screens to one another. 1-1 and 1-2 came from opposite ends with jeans and denim shorts. All four of them with sneakers were approaching the goal. They also had concealed firearms if they encountered threats equipped with guns.

Of course, more advanced and lethal equipment was stored in the vehicles’ compartments.

There were four men. 4 vs 4. Too easy. So, 1-3 and 1-4 would handle these men. The other pair would follow the ladies ahead.

Since they only planned to monitor the group closely instead of attacking, the task couldn’t be easier.

Distraction task started. 1-3 and 1-4 chattered excitedly, drawing attention. 1-3 initiated the conversation. "Excuse me, I don’t think you guys live here. What are you up to?"

The men stared at her unhappily and glanced away.

"Hey, I’m talking to you." 1-3 acted like a Karen. 1-4 grabbed hold of her and shook her head but 1-3 kept talking. Of course, these were what outsiders saw. "Believe it or not, I’m going to call the police. The city has just turned peaceful and it’s because of people like you, there’ll always be chaos."

"What does it matter whether you like us or not?" One man answered. "It’s not like we’ve done anything wrong. Go ahead; call the Police."

"You think I don’t dare!" 1-3 appeared baffled and angry.

While 1-3 messed up the situation, 1-1 and 1-2 entered the building unimpeded and walked toward the emergency staircase after ensuring nobody noticed them. As soon as the door shut, they sprinted off.

"1-3 pay attention. Only three men are around you. One is inside." 1-1 reported what she discovered.

"Ladies, please. I don’t know what makes you so offended but we did nothing wrong." Another man appeared and placated the tension.

"You, three, are surely not from this neighborhood." 1-3 said with certainty and glanced at three figures nearby. 1-4 also stood beside her friend as support and observed. "What are you doing standing here, gazing around? Except for criminals, your actions are already suspicious."

Holy shit! The three men were exasperated at the woman’s nonsense. Although they weren’t from here, the stereotyping was too much. If they could, they even wanted to tell the truth, displaying how much 1-3 annoyed the trio.

They might not have washed their hands thoroughly when they left the house. "Ladies, please. We aren’t acting suspiciously. We are just waiting for someone here."

Understanding 1-1 and 1-2 had gone in without arousing any suspicion, 1-3 and 1-4 exchanged glances and decided to de-escalate.

"I know I shouldn’t ask but I’m all ears." 1-3 took a deep breath as if calming down and took out a cigarette from her pocket. "Mind if I smoke?"

"Not at all." The men shook their heads, surprised how this woman with nice attire enjoyed smoking but these were merely their complaints.

However, 1-4 grabbed 1-3’s hands and disagreed. "Haven’t I tell you to quit smoking?"

"Relax. I’m not addicted plus this is what Sister Tang gave me after I requested." 1-3 shrugged and searched for a match. Of course, she had one but she needed to act as a playwright. "Hmm, does any of you, boys, have a match?"

"Sure." One man volunteered to light her cigarette.

"Thanks." 1-3 sipped and exhaled, spreading a waft of smoke around. In fact, the cigarette was produced by Tang Ziyi and Athena after receiving so many requests from the operators. In order to ensure their health state, the two innovated a new cigarette, which was actually a fake one without any chemicals. The only substance was a sugar that would melt from fire similar to a lollipop.

1-4 shook her head helplessly. This bastard was an addict and she as a partner had been attempting many times to cut off the addiction. Hopefully, Sister Tang’s inventions facilitated 1-3 to quit smoking though it didn’t matter if this bastard kept eating more sweets.

"So, ladies, are we clear?" The three men really wanted to follow the remaining man, sitting inside the lobby. They regretted their choice.

"Well, since you help me just now, I shouldn’t be too selfish but dudes, you are too obvious." 1-3 put away the cigarette and spoke, loosening the pressure while retaining her prior stance.

When the men moved around in annoyance and displeasure, 1-3 discovered a bulge on one of the men’s waists. Her heart raced instantly yet her expression remained stoic.

1-3 stretched her hand to lift the suspicious man’s shirt. Naturally, the man’s hand tried to parry away but her hand was faster. Despite lifting a little, 1-3 had seen clearly, no matter how the man had concealed.

Guns. The scenario had changed. In a gun-restricted country, owning one meant a special identity or gang. 1-3 even suspected these men might be gang members.

The task of monitoring changed completely. They could no longer risk and must control any threats.

Whether these men were gangsters or not, they were bound to be eliminated. The man who was touched complained. "What are you doing?"

"Nothing, I just like your shirt." 1-3 replied. "Why does your voice sound so excited? Do you have anything to hide? Be a man, come on, it’s just a girl touching."

The men wanted to vomit. That was a clear harassment, okay? If not for alerting others about their identities, they had already taken action.

1-3 signaled her partner with her eyes. 1-4 understood the message—actions—though she didn’t know the reason, she trusted her teammates. However, she also tried to guess and somewhat realize, what 1-3 meant. The only threat that could heighten 1-3 to spring into action was a firearm. These men were carrying them.

2 of them facing 3 men. It was effortless to attack at close range but the man far away inside became a liability. 1-3 depicted a plan in her mind.

1-4 also followed 1-3’s gaze and nodded imperceptibly. "Leave me two, Sis."