Miss Beautiful C.E.O and her system

While the two robbers argued, the hostages, in contrast, were in another mood. Even if the number shown by Spirit Fox was only a handful, their courage increased, when they understood, they had support.

No longer could the robbers be unscrupulous treating them as dirt like before. At least, they would retain the treatment of human rights.

Among many, the female clerk who was about to face the worst fate, had her eyes shone with a glimmer of hope. The brilliance sought as if to signal the troops outside of her plight.

In fact, she wasn't wrong. The reason why Ling Qingyu's subordinates acted was to save her situation.

Else, they might not have been in a hurry to show their presence. If robbers stuck to their code, relying on Athena, the group could easily make an arrest, thereby, protecting the lives of hostages and adhering to de-escalation principle.

Lin Fan was also surprised. As someone working in a relevant field, he had witnessed and known the fastest response from the emergency units. But the special unit response's window made Lin Fan admit, the robbers' luck was too bad.

He understood there was no way the police departed from the base. It appeared that they were nearby when they sensed strangeness here. Thinking of the robbers' misfortune, Lin Fan almost rolled on the floor and laughed.

However, not for long troubled expression appeared on Lin Fan. He understood the robbers had no way out once they were surrounded. Even though the current scenario left so many ways out for them to retreat, no one would accept such a result.

One, they had planned for so long and might collapse if they didn't gain any. Two, they knew even if they escaped, they would soon be pursued and brought behind bars, one by one.

Frankly, Lin Fan had limited trust in the units outside, although he had heard of their various successful missions in the past. Having Lan Xi as a confidante, news about the formation of a new group by a new police chief reached his ears.

With their presence, even he and Lan Xi took great care to avoid the hunt and accidentally revealed a flaw.

Through the glass, the appearance of six officers, dressed in black, ballistic visors, kevlar armor and helmet, with the label—CAITO.

The name sounded weird but they were damn effective. Glancing at the female clerk, he laid eyes on, Lin Fan frowned.

This bastard refused to let go and even argued with the leader. His hope sank when he realized, the leader might not have total control as he initially thought. Undisciplined enemies could be more frightening for the non-combatants because they no longer had restraint.

After a quarrel, the bastard roared to make his point. "What are you panicking? Police dare not enter! We have hostages and the initiative is still in our hands. Guys, drag these hostages and pin them against the glass to form a human wall!"

The leader was about to argue but decided against it. Since this man's idea to fend off against the police seemed reasonable, they were still one party. He decided to turn to the other side.

He didn't care whether the victims suffered. Honestly, as long as there wasn't any arbitrary killing, he was satisfied.

Lin Fan bit his lips in anger and fondled his nose bridge. What should he do? If he acted now, he had the confidence to take down 3-4 bad guys immediately but would the unit outside react accordingly?

He would have nowhere to cry if bullets landed on his head by mistake. But time waited for no one and the bastard continued to vent his desire.

The poor clerk twisted her waist as her shoes scratched against the floor. She couldn't fathom, this man dared to think about r@ping her in front of the police. Was he another desperado?

In fact, the bulky man never paid attention to the police, knowing fully well, that his leader already prepared extractions in case of similar events. What he hated most was being ordered and restrained.

Even if the man was talented and meticulous in organizing, he still gave no face. Women and money were what he sought after and hadn't changed despite leaving the prison.

Forget it, the man glanced at the beautiful clerk with lecherous eyes. He had rarely seen a woman, this beautiful, beating his heart to peak, just from the defiant yet pitiful eyes. The tears forming in the corner of her eyes shone like a pearl, waiting for him to taste.

Together with the work uniform, the clothes stuck on her bulging figure. "Don't worry, milady. You'll soon sink in the sea of ecstasy soup that I give you. I'll be gentle because I can't bear to hurt a perfect doll."

The man rubbed the clerk's cheek lightly with the back of his hand. The woman turned to the side subconsciously to dodge. Though she knew it was no use, so long as she could stay away the furthest, her body obliged.

The powerful special team's presence outside enhanced her courage to face the troubles she struggled with. Calming down, she now thought about various methods to extricate herself, even if it meant she had to seduce the man to prolong the time to the point of some sacrifice in order to protect her chastity.

The 6 Spirit Foxes, watched in silence without fear, even if the robbers' guns were pointed at them. They had substantial confidence in their skills, equipment and teammates. This level of trust multiplied their perks by tenfold to have the belief that they would win despite being outnumbered.

Their breathing tightened as hostages were pressed against the wall to obstruct their views and let them have some scruples when aiming. Soon, the bulky man they focused on, didn't fudge and proceeded to succumb to his desire.

"Eh—commander?" One of them asked through a squad radio frequency.

"Send it?"

"It seems there's a rift amongst the ranks. But the leader seems to acquiesce. It's no good—"

"—I know. Focus on your sector; I'm thinking of a solution at the moment." The temporary commander glanced at her watch, counting the time for the reinforcement to arrive.

"We did this to save the poor girl. Now that it's still happening. What do we do?" Her partner underneath her, who took a kneeling position on the front hood asked. "Should we go in?"Nôv(el)B\\jnn

"It's not time yet," the commander shook her head. "We need a distraction and element of surprise."

"We have flashbangs," the same girl answered.

"That's not enough. By the time we walk, we're being mowed down and risk the hostages' lives." The commander denied the option. "We care but they don't. We haven't reached the stage to be desperate. Remain in control and check your emotion."

"Roger," the girl whined.

"But your idea is great. We need flashbang, not thrown by hand but sprung out from the grenade launcher." The commander visualized her idea.

"It sounds better than sitting ducks here," the girl complained, followed by similar supports across the radio.

The commander had her lips twitched. Her subordinates were eager to storm in. Fortunately, some tools were missing. Otherwise, she might not be able to rein in her teammates.