Miss Beautiful C.E.O and her system

Chapter 793 793: Night Talk?

Shortly later, Xiao Yue and the girls lay prone on the high ground, overlooking the outline of the base ahead, just half a kilometer away.

Looking at the menacing yet concealed defensive arrays, Xiao Yue raised her brow, but she also understood the reason for the lack of a complete blueprint built here.

The enemies weren't only the government and ISIS. Neighboring countries were involved too, since none of them desired to see an independent nation rising before their eyes.

Especially there were shameless actors like Country T, Country I, and others who would gladly bomb them. Not that the Kurds could fully blame them, since a few affiliates among their resistance had conducted acts of terror.

Out of so many such reports, it was really hard to discern which were truly terrorism and which were acts against armed combatants.

In the modern era, the term terrorism was easily assigned to loosen restraints. Xiao Yue, as a former warlord, understood the complexities behind such labels—the rumors, the manufactured beliefs, and the manipulations.

Although the current era was different, she had adapted fairly quickly. Right now, as the strategist, Xiao Yue didn't need to plan out the routes herself, as they were handled by the operators around her.

Technical skills were best left to professionals. Besides their control, Athena also scouted the most feasible pathways based on algorithms and patterns recorded in the past, along with live satellite monitoring.

In their HUDs, Athena had drawn multiple path lines, and it was up to Xiao Yue to decide, while the operators briefed their recommendations with pros and cons.

Firstly, they weren't in combat. They were not planning to kill anyone, so it was best to avoid the sentries at all costs.

Even though everyone's night vision systems had enhanced thermal overlays, one operator flipped up her goggles and took out a larger thermal device, scanning the horizon.

What they needed to breach was the makeshift military base and gain access to the hidden town behind it, where Tang Ziyi and the rest of the sisters resided.

Another operator quickly deployed a sophisticated device on the ground and read the incoming data. Xiao Yue had a hard time following so much technology, but a general understanding was enough for her to grasp its impact.

The device emitted infrasound outward and scanned everything. Each living being had a distinct frequency signature. The information was enough to estimate the number of people and outline structural details.

Combining the on-site intelligence gathered by the operators with the satellite overlay, Athena processed the data to generate specific plans and options. The more data input there was, the more accurate and reliable the outcome became.

Yes, Athena had direct access to every electronic component she had produced herself. If Ling Qingyu hadn't trusted her daughter enough, people might have feared that Athena harbored plans of her own—as an AI with a living soul.

Then, every woman agreed on the most viable choice provided by Athena, which had a high probability of stealth in addition to their originally selected decisions.

"All done?" Xiao Yue asked.

"Roger that."

"Then, lead the way."

Everyone sprang up and descended from a concealed direction. Under the cover of the night sky, the group stayed away from dim, stray light.

They easily bypassed the perimeter guards and began navigating around small infrastructures and natural obstacles.

If other special forces witnessed their movements, they would be speechless at the outrageous choices and dangerous situations.

They would never understand how it was even possible in the first place. Sometimes, the group walked merely a few meters behind the guards without arousing the slightest alarm.

No sound was emitted. Pure silence. Not even the rustle of clothing in the wind—if any existed at all, given the nature of their specialized tactical gear.

Sometimes, the girls would stick to the shadows close to the walls, letting the guards pass by at arm's length.

Why were they all so skilled? It was thanks to their ability to lower their presence and breathing.

As mysterious as it might sound, Xiao Yue and all the Spirit Fox sisters practiced Ling Qingyu's ancient sutra. There was indeed a method to control breathing and remain undetected.

Physics had proven that energy was fundamental—central to quantum theory.

Likewise, the art of stealth in Xiao Yue and her girls' scenario resembled the control of energy. Humans could often sense when someone was watching them. Their bodies would unconsciously shift, their eyes scanning before conscious thought even formed.

Those with higher intuition could pick up on the anomaly, focusing on that feeling to realize they were being observed.

When someone looked at others or focused their mind on them, they transmitted energy, and the recipient could pick up on that presence. It was as simple as that.

So, Xiao Yue and the girls could observe clearly while their own presence remained undetected. Of course, if they released killing intent, things would change instantly.

This stability also depended on their confidence level. Otherwise, a slight wavering could easily disrupt the energy flow.

In short, their current state stemmed from their knowledge and awareness of their power—supernatural Amazonian warrioresses, all capable of speed, swift agility, immense strength, and godlike endurance.

They knew that even if things went south, given their abilities and their equipment's near-invincibility, no real danger stood before them. Tonight was merely an advanced game of hide-and-seek, where the seekers didn't even know they had to search. What kind of threat could even exist?

Besides, Athena constantly displayed windows of opportunity with varying timers based on the guards' live movements.

So far, the outer area had been easily penetrated by their group. Of course, the girls weren't foolish enough to pile up along a single path. That would increase both difficulty and their detectability. Not that it wasn't achievable, but it would be too slow and might force them to take action to knock out the guards.

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Time passed as Tang Ziyi headed toward the chief of the YPJ, the all-female militia—the leader who had created the Middle Kingdom myth.

She greeted the guards along the way and listened to the sounds of nature—the croaking, the wind chimes, and the bristle of sand rubbing against hard surfaces.

Sighing and glancing at the guards, Tang Ziyi shook her head. They were at ease, completely oblivious to the hunters approaching from the shadows—the canines ready to bite, if not for the fact that everyone here was an ally.

The small town was warm and devoid of modern technology. Basic necessities were provided, but anything more would be considered a luxury.

However, living here for a while, Tang Ziyi found herself acknowledging the locals' acceptance and grounded happiness. What more could one ask for than safety in times of chaos and danger?

The minority here constantly lived under the threat of genocide, if not for the resistance movements offering a sliver of hope amid despair.

Although the current world hadn't yet seen outright genocidal acts against a particular group, Tang Ziyi couldn't guarantee there wouldn't be a first. Rules were merely tools for the strong. The weak relied on their mercy. Regardless of institutional systemic reform, this fundamental was the hardest to change.

She arrived at a two-story, ordinary house at the corner of the town. The only difference was that the entrance had two guards.

Smiling at the female soldiers, Tang Ziyi waited for them to report before entering under their guidance.

The interior was lit by candle flames. Simple arrangement— a desk in the middle, kitchen behind, personal weapons storage and arrays of books.

A woman with valor and a heroic presence stood with her hand on the table, leaning slightly forward. She was plainly dressed, seemingly happy to see Tang Ziyi here.

"Welcome, my friend Ziyi. I hope my house doesn't disappoint your expectations."

"It's indeed different at night compared to when I came here during daylight," Tang Ziyi replied. "I'm sorry, Commander Ahmin. I hope my visit doesn't interrupt your rest."

"Not at all, my friend. It's obvious that you have something to discuss." Ahmin paid close attention to her new ally.

After all, it was rare to gain international support for their movement—and from heroines at that. These warfighters were fiercer than the special forces they had worked with in the past.

Crazy courage. Outright aggressiveness and ruthlessness toward enemies. The highest extent of violence that could be displayed in firefights within the limits of infantry and human capability. Perhaps, beyond that because she hadn't experienced the terror directly but as professional soldiers, she could sense a thing or two.

They also brought much-needed supplies and resources. With so much aids, nobody was foolish enough to offend their golden sponsor.

Her militia had not fought a single battle with scarce ammunition ever since this new ally— GSS— appeared. They received ample ammunition, medical supplies, advanced weaponry, vehicles, and machinery to modify and manufacture core components. According to the leader before her, even more was to come.

The frightening aspect was the anti-air capability. Even if what had been provided were merely shoulder-portable systems and small autonomous units, the gifts were already overwhelming.

Ahmin had been uneasy lately, losing sleep in contrast to her initial happiness, because the new ally had so far made no clear demands. The wording had been ambiguous, to say the least.

No help was ever free.

She was even relieved to see her new comrade Ziyi carrying a hint of hesitation on her face. For someone like her to interrupt the night felt like a blessing.

At least, her worries might be resolved tonight. Better to address the issue before misunderstanding wedged between the two sides.