Miss Beautiful C.E.O and her system

Chapter 391 Shotgun

The female clerk had her cheeks reddened when she was brought out, worried some people might judge her, ashamed somebody had to carry her.

When they got out, she saw someone being pressed onto the floor by another officer. She was surprised it was Lin Fan and immediately tried to explain.

"It's protocol and we still have suspicions among the hostages." The operators explained.

The female clerk nodded as her group passed over Lin Fan and noticed an immobile figure of the operator, similar to the one, who tried to rescue her. Her eyes widened and tears welled up.

She felt saddened and guilty somebody lost his or her life, just to save her. From the current group of operators before her eyes, she understood they were only here for her.

Which sane person would regard these men and women, doing the rescue work, as their duties and responsibilities?

Lin Fan was dragged over and the operators on watch of him helped the one who got shot in the face.

Seeing the 'dead' stand up without problems, Lin Fan and the female clerk had their mouths agape. The clerk was immediately happy, sensing no heavy burden, while Lin Fan tried to study the rare specimen.

After all, it was rare to see someone get shot in the face and walk just fine. When he wanted to ask how she survived, a fierce exchange of gunfire erupted again. The war continued.

Near the bank vault, the Spirit Foxes and the robbers fought back and forth. The operators had their hands loose, even though only one hostage, a manager, remained inside.

They no longer needed to consider the hostages' well-being affecting their performances. But the commander was annoyed her group of elites was pinned down before reaching the vault entrance by newbie gunners.

Spraying bullets from the cover without aiming was disgusting. It wouldn't hit one but it did pressure people. The commander faced troubles with the method to proceed.

The girl pouted and nodded reluctantly. The commander was relieved this girl knew the importance.

"You're very good. Now I won't say another word about your hobby," the commander praised to avert the girl's downed mood.

Sure enough, this girl became joyful again, hugging the weapon, firmly in her arm. The commander chuckled—the warm friendly scene contrasted the event that decided the lives and deaths of many people.

The operators captured the vault entrance, pinning the robbers, with impending doomed fate. Resist, they would die. Surrender, there might be a chance of survival.

Of course, sometimes, people weren't always rational. The leader of the robbers, who managed to survive the heated exchanged, pushed the bank manager to the forefront, a couple of steps away from the doorway.

He roared and threatened. "Don't think of coming in. He will die once any of you step closer."

His threat worked as the operators didn't dare to move. Hiding their presence, they would also blindly fire in the direction of the entrance, causing the special units to not see clearly. Read exclusive content at empire

They understood for a fact, that a hostage was pushed to the front as human shield and they dared not fire back, worrying their response would kill the manager.

The commander realized the situation was a bit under control and radioed her subordinates who were ordered to secure the hostages. "Evacuate the hostages. The situation is safe for now. Don't cross the path in the direction of our firefight. I say again, do not cross unless necessary for the hostages. Let them stay in their appropriate area."

"Understood."

The Spirit Foxes bellowed commands, pushing the hostages and cuffed robbers outside. Their formation ensured no one drifted away by accident or on purpose. Hurriedly pushed to outside, where the group obtained access to a large area of flat land to perform a meticulous search and final investigation to guarantee no threats had been missed, numerous figures stumbled out.

Some still had tears from so many dramatic events. Some with smile that they survived a disaster. A few were in panic, belonging to the robbing faction, without any thoughts as they understood their future was screwed.