Miss Beautiful C.E.O and her system

Name: Claudia

Age: 28

Height: 1.74 m

Rank: Probationary Field Intelligence Officer

Affiliation: Mossad Intelligence

Name: Sheemah

Age: 29

Height: 1.81 m

Affiliation: Independent Bounty Hunter

Mission: Integrate with the underground force and support the destabilization of Country S by serving as intermediaries between militants and military enterprises. Recruit more informants and sabotage infrastructure resettlement.

Ling Qingyu roughly scanned the information and immediately understood Mossad's intentions. Given her past life's memories and the notorious operations the agency was known for, she could take an educated guess.

There was no doubt—all intelligence services were ruthless. Cruel and arbitrary, to put it mildly. Even if some ex-agents went public, lamenting that better methods existed, none had ever genuinely considered the alternatives.

That wasn't her concern, though, aside from the rescue operation Gu Yi requested. Her real interest lay in those two women—strong, ruthless, and undeniably captivating.

Claudia stood out with her long blonde hair tied in a ponytail, green eyes framed by sharp, heroic brows, and facial features that could mesmerize men into submission.

Athena had carefully picked out several photos of her, and Ling Qingyu couldn't help but flash a mental thumbs-up.

Full bust and well-proportioned curves, an alluring stature, and eyes that glimmered with the playfulness of a cat yet carried a chill that quickened her pulse.

Damn, she really needed to get a grip on her attraction to powerful women.

After experiencing Yang Qingyue and quenching that long-standing thirst, a new door had opened.

Except her own cowardice had stopped the number from growing. She had tried with Sophia, bringing her under her wing in an attempt, but she never pressed too hard, wary of triggering psychological trauma.

Ling Qingyu wasn't that heartless—not to the point of indulging in someone else's suffering. But for these two goddesses?

Restraint be damned.

Ahem...

Fortunately, Miss System wasn't around to hear her thoughts. Ling Qingyu forced herself back to composure.

According to Athena, Claudia was a well-trained soldier and a weapons specialist, in addition to her skill in gathering intelligence.

In Country I, military service was mandatory for both men and women, embedded into the constitution for the nation's survival.

It was no surprise, then, that Claudia was a veteran—perhaps even part of an elite unit.

Mossad typically recruited its members from the military, preferring experienced hands over raw recruits.

As a field intelligence officer, Claudia was afforded a budget from her superiors, allowing her to hire additional assets, like bounty hunters and small mercenary groups.

She also maintained a network of informants, all part of Mossad's structural integrity and expansion strategy.

This was why Mossad remained strong, wealthy, and successful on the global intelligence battlefield.

Ling Qingyu knew the general idea—more than the average person would, thanks to Athena's files.

If she wanted more specifics, Athena could easily fetch them, but that wasn't necessary.

Her attention drifted to the next woman. In stark contrast to Claudia's feminine elegance, Sheemah looked like the female embodiment of a warrior monk.

Broad shoulders, athletic build, and a presence that spoke of violence and raw grit.

Ling Qingyu wondered if Sheemah's gender had been the only barrier keeping her from the life of an elite special forces operative.

This woman was practically a mirror of Tang Ziyi, though their paths diverged in how they achieved their status.

"Warrior" was the only fitting word. Although, even that seemed a little too noble for Sheemah's lifestyle.

Her way of life was corrupt and debauched, at least in Ling Qingyu's eyes, but it didn't bother her much.

Claudia was disciplined—a soldier through and through. Sheemah, on the other hand, was pure chaos.

No aliases, no loyalty, just unbridled ambition—all for gold

Physically, Claudia's ancestry traced back to the Middle Kingdom, with a hint of Alyssian genes woven into her lineage.

On the other hand, Sheemah hailed entirely from the Phoenix Continent, her bloodline reminiscent of the legendary Gurkhas from Ling Qingyu's past world—an origin known for producing astonishing warriors.

Their traditions and creed mirrored each other, even if the names had changed over time.

To Ling Qingyu's eyes, Sheemah was a beauty wrapped in wildness.

Her short black hair, cropped neatly at the neck, complemented her bronze skin.

Her body was well-proportioned with clear curves, though her shoulders were slightly broader than conventional beauty standards.

Still, it spoke of strength—undeniably a result of rigorous, long-term training. Her build told a tale of countless battles, narrow escapes, and harsh living.

Ling Qingyu couldn't find it in herself to judge Sheemah's way of life.

She understood the psyche of those who lived on the edge, constantly flirting with death in high-stress environments.

When death shadowed their every step, it was only natural they sought release—an outlet for that suffocating tension.

Debauchery, adultery, gambling…etc.

Many like Sheemah lived moment to moment, rarely saving for the future unless family roots pulled them back.

But those cases were rare; escaping the life of blood and shadows was nearly impossible once you stepped inside.

For Sheemah, this was doubly true.

Her survival alone spoke volumes about her capabilities and the web of connections she maintained.

She wasn't just a bounty hunter—she was an information broker, an assassin, a spy.

Her network spanned various intelligence agencies, and she wasn't afraid to get her hands dirty.

The nature of her work made her privy to dangerous secrets, ones that would make most tremble.

And that same knowledge chained her to the underworld; attempting to leave would only put a countdown on her life.

A peaceful life was nothing more than a fantasy.

Her assignments ranged from seduction and undercover work to assassination and leading mercenary groups for hire by the intelligence community.

Her lifestyle followed suit—sex, drinking, and wild living weren't just indulgences; they were survival mechanisms.

Ling Qingyu wasn't surprised by the staggering number of temporary partners Sheemah had.

Not the exaggerated nonsense spread online, but still enough to be noted.

Despite all that, Sheemah had never experienced love, not even once.

For that, Ling Qingyu believed Sheemah guarded her heart fiercely. Emotional attachment would only serve as a weakness—a liability she couldn't afford.

Her talents extended beyond combat; her underground networks were vast and deeply rooted.

More impressively, she had secret channels even Athena couldn't penetrate—an advantage that spoke of high trust and insider connections.

Given these benefits, Ling Qingyu had already made up her mind to recruit her.

She refused to believe Sheemah would ever abandon the life of shadow and gunpowder, not after tasting its intoxicating benefits.

And if Ling Qingyu had her way, Sheemah would never want to leave.

After all, she knew that even the bloodthirsty yearned for peace and security, if only as a distant dream.

Even if once in a while, people yearned for blood-rushing adrenaline, they wanted it to be their desire, not coercion.

A smile of satisfaction crossed Ling Qingyu's face.

Sophia as Interpol, Claudia as an intelligence agent, and Sheemah as a spy—

These women would be the foundation stones of her empire.

Once Spirit Fox intervened, the mission objectives became crystal clear—the women were the primary targets in addition to the rescue of hostages.

For anyone else, especially the male characters, Ling Qingyu merely scoffed.

Her team was an all-female formation; the idea of bringing men into the fold didn't even cross her mind.

Naturally, she wavered between two options—kill everyone except Claudia and Sheemah or attempt a more delicate approach.

However, a lingering concern held her back. If she intended to recruit the two women, executing their comrades could risk loyalty issues in the long run.

The foundation of trust was delicate; shattering it before it was built wasn't wise.

Her contemplation was cut short as the convoy finally reached the airport.

In swift, practiced movements, cargo and personnel were loaded onto the aircraft. After all, pilots and the crews were scared once bitten by the terrorists' attack.

If not for Spirit Fox's existence and Ling Qingyu's involvement, nobody in the airport would survive the carnage.

Minutes later, the engines roared to life, and the plane began taxiing down the runway.

As it ascended, carving through the clouds and setting course for Country A, Ling Qingyu called for a meeting in the private lounge.

Her girls—Xiao Yue, Sofia, and Spirit Fox leaders—gathered around the polished table.

The hum of the jet engines droned in the background, almost soothing as Ling Qingyu laid out the mission details and the stakes involved.

Maps, digital feeds, and Athena's projections illuminated the surface, casting sharp shadows on their faces.

Conversations buzzed—strategic assessments, risk analysis, and possible extraction points.

Unbeknownst to any prying eyes, while the aircraft soared westward, something far more formidable moved beneath the waves.

Elena, the titan submersible, broke off from her designated route no longer focusing on Ling Qingyu's protection, her colossal frame slipping through the depths with eerie grace.

Her destination was clear—the seas of Country S, where Ling Qingyu's mission would begin.

Under the surface, Elena prowled like a leviathan, her presence unknown, yet inevitable.

The gears were in motion, and the hunt was about to begin.