Miss Beautiful C.E.O and her system

Chapter 632 Second case II

Or perhaps the pressure inside and outside had equalized. The three operators were slightly confused since the suspect showed no desire to escape. He could have fled if he had held his breath and swum underwater.

Unable to open the doors, the operators smashed the fragile glass with the bottoms of their batons, which had been modified with a circular formation of spikes. Explore more adventures at My Virtual Library Empire

They reached inside and unlocked the obstacles from within.

The three quickly entered and found three men inside. One was the suspected driver, confronted by the operator who had breached through the front cabin.

Two others were victims, their hands tied behind their backs and eyes blindfolded, struggling to hold their breath as bubbles escaped from their mouths in panic.

There was no need to untie their hands, as it would complicate the rescue. The three operators immediately chose their targets.

The two tied men were grabbed by their collars and dragged out. For the two operators, it was effortless.

Scissor-kicking downward, both women surfaced for air once the water was clear. Although the two men tried to struggle, their bonds limited their movements to mere writhing in fear.

Had they not been tied up, the operators would have had to expend far more energy on the rescue. Of course, knocking the men unconscious wasn't off the table if necessary. They wouldn't hesitate to do so if their work was disrupted.

Meanwhile, the remaining operator was still dealing with the suspect underwater.

While the others easily rescued the victims, this operator was attempting to pull the suspect out of the submerged vehicle.

The man resisted and fought as though he wanted to die. The operator was undeterred. Compared to him, she was highly skilled. Her movements were efficient and graceful as she parried and struck, knocking the air out of him.

Instructor Tang's rigorous training had included underwater close combat, comparable to that of special forces. The operator thoroughly overpowered the suspect, leaving him battered and bruised to her satisfaction.

The man was no match and was soon knocked unconscious. The operator then grasped him and pulled them both to the surface.

As for why Spirit Fox didn't simply shoot the suspect when he resisted arrest, it was because they had confidence in their skills.

Even skilled and highly trained practitioners would struggle to fight effectively underwater. Without experience and proper techniques, such fighters were like children facing adults.

Secondly, they hadn't been informed about the hostages inside the vehicle when they were called in for the chase.

Somehow, the provincial police had either missed the information or were unaware of it. Perhaps they had even ignored it deliberately.

When two Spirit Fox operators emerged from the pond, the officers ran to assist as much as they could.

A policewoman quickly radioed for an ambulance and additional support. No one had expected there to be victims.

Although the men were untied, the Spirit Fox operators remained vigilant as the officers worked to address the aftermath.

Another siren approached, signaling the arrival of reinforcements from the station. The local police from Province N were ecstatic, as they believed they had successfully resolved the case themselves.

Even though another province might take over, there were still some benefits for them.

Well, the two operators agreed with his words—provided his actions were directed at the correct culprits.

"How do you know they're the ones who murdered your sister?" one of them asked.

"I saw them with my own eyes. I know for a fact," the suspect replied.

"Excuse me? Why didn't you testify in court?"

"Testify? Why should I? They were arrested on charges of attempted burglary and attempted robbery, but nothing related to rape, murder, or assault!" The suspect grew emotional. "The maximum sentence would have been 2-3 years at most because there wasn't any direct evidence implicating these men..."

"But the time of death and forensic reports could've gotten them convicted through indirect findings and assumptions," the operator countered.

"Hah, if the case were that simple, why would I go to such extremes?" the suspect mocked. "The upper levels are all corrupt, and these men are connected to people in high places. It's so easy for them to overturn the case."

"The moment I realized this—"

"—you confessed in court that a group of men you saw wasn't them," the operator finished for him.

"Exactly," the suspect sighed, shaking his head. "It's a pity two scums will live."

"Maybe, but if what you're saying is the truth, they'll end up in prison for sure."

"No. Once the news dies down, they'll be released. I told you, the gang has a large network. Money means everything. Not to mention, one of those two men is the son of a gangster boss who's well-connected with influential figures.

"They won't let me go, either. Among the six pieces of trash I disposed of, one was the son of the police chief. Heh... You should've let the van sink." The suspect glared at the women who had intervened and rescued him. The wetness of their clothes didn't elicit a spark of gratitude in his eyes. He still held a grudge against Spirit Fox, especially the one who beat the shit out of him.

Of course, the operators noticed his expression but didn't care. They simply didn't have time to bother with him.

Investigation wasn't part of their job, but their instincts prompted them to intervene and call for help. Yang Qingyue, their nominal boss, would excel in this arena. Since the case ended in Province N, the law enforcement here could step in and address this young man's injustice in the name of cooperation.

Even though this man would likely be found guilty of manslaughter, at the very least, his sister would receive justice, and her name could rest peacefully.

While the Spirit Fox operators discussed the matter, the surrounding officers struggled to keep their swearing in check. They were also slightly apprehensive, wondering if they had overheard information they shouldn't have.

Two more sirens wailed in the distance, followed by another farther away. The Spirit Fox operators smiled. Their sisters had arrived.

The smiles didn't last long, though, when one of their newly arrived comrades stepped closer. Perhaps the presence of holographic masks allowed some operators to forgo wearing uncomfortable ballistic-resistant hoods during non-dangerous operations.

On the right side of her neck, a clear red lipstick mark was deeply imprinted on her skin. Her disheveled hairline and untidy clothes, as if she had rushed out in a hurry, caused dark, stormy expressions to cross the faces of the four earliest-arrived operators.

While they had been getting dirty and wet, someone else had been having an affair! How audacious!

If not for the presence of outsiders, this woman would have been challenged to a continuous ring fight until exhaustion.

Her partner in the vehicle wasn't spared either, receiving a few accusatory glances. She could only shrug helplessly to assert her innocence.