Miss Beautiful C.E.O and her system-Chapter 746: Stunning the TSA
The large room went quiet. Even the staff dealing with stacks of passports weren’t able to concentrate on their tasks. Spirit Fox identities were fabricated from the start, so there wasn’t the slightest worry about exposure.
If intelligence agents tried to investigate, everything would return as normal without raising the slightest alarm. Deeper persistence wouldn’t help either.
Not to mention, since Ling Qingyu’s entourage proceeded through VVIP service with the Director himself present, not a single person had the ambition to scrutinize details as long as the information was "legitimate."
Until all the vehicles were parked, nobody around Ling Qingyu spoke. She even heard a gulp and noticed the veteran staring into her eyes.
She shrugged inwardly. With all the preparations, she didn’t fear political maneuvers. Within a few days, she would have smoothed everything out with the local government. By then, even the FEDs couldn’t interfere without solid reason.
She ignored the dumbfounded crowd because more surprises were yet to come. Her heart twitched with humor as she imagined how people would react once her girls unveiled their armor and weapons.
Surprise. Surprise.
"Director, these vehicles are all we brought. You can bring the K9 unit to check for contraband," Ling Qingyu said.
Her voice recollected everyone’s focus. The director coughed and replied, waving his arm. "That won’t be necessary, Ms. Ling. I trust your conscience."
He didn’t ask further or question the eligibility of bringing in armored vehicles. Although these tangled with border customs regulations, some matters allowed plenty of room to maneuver.
Ling Qingyu didn’t insist and gestured for her girls to bring forth the relevant papers. Seeing this, the director nodded at his subordinates to check them and sighed in relief that Ms. Ling had prepared everything.
His eyes held vaster respect when he looked at Ling Qingyu. It seemed the puddle of the city’s political landscape was about to be disrupted.
Hopefully, this woman didn’t leave behind irreparable damage after she finished stirring things up. Well, that was for those above to have a headache over.
As a seasoned official, he was already skilled at avoiding blame, and he knew the limits of his decisions.
Meanwhile, the other girls carried everyone’s luggage to undergo X-ray scanning. Though no one believed Ling Qingyu would risk transporting contraband, going through the motions was essential to leave behind solid evidence.
However, another group brought black luggage. Each girl held four bags, and they walked toward the head of security, who was conversing with Ling Qingyu.
Ling Qingyu exchanged a knowing smile and prodded her chin toward the large bags thrown on the ground. "I suggest you check these bags and the relevant papers. Oh... a word of advice. Stay calm and don’t be scared by what you see."
"Ms. Ling surely brought surprises, but nothing could scare me," the veteran joked.
"I hope you can repeat those words later. Girls, open up."
Swish.
In order to avoid frightening the people here, only one bag was unzipped, and the lining was spread to reveal what was inside.
A combat helmet, NVGs, tactical vests, Kevlar armor, and a set consisting of an assault rifle and a sidearm.
Sure enough, the veteran—uncertain whether his eyes were deceiving him—froze and flicked his gaze back and forth at Ling Qingyu, who giggled and nodded.
The veteran swallowed his words and searched the second bag himself. He took a sharp breath, lost in thought.
His reaction elicited curiosity from the director and his fellows. Everyone familiar with the veteran knew and praised his calmness and confidence regardless of the situation.
Seeing him lose his composure, it was clear that things were serious. In fact, the veteran’s behavior was entirely understandable.
Although Country A allowed possession of firearms, these were restricted to its citizens and residents. Others, such as tourists and investors, were barred from wielding them.
Though many managed to secure firearms through black channels, officially, gun control over foreigners was strict.
Even diplomats’ and embassy teams needed to go through thorough federal investigations. Foreigners who desired armed security usually resorted to hiring local security companies.
To witness Ling Qingyu showcasing weapons without fear or hesitation, he dared not contemplate further.
"What’s the matter?" the director asked.
"Please see for yourself, Director." The veteran angled aside to display the interior.
Collective gasps rang out. Some weak-willed security officers instinctively reached for their sidearms.
"Ms. Ling, I don’t know if you are aware of gun control regulations for foreigners here," the director responded after wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, though a chill still lingered down his back.
"I am aware of all regulations," Ling Qingyu lightly shook her head in amusement. "Girls, stop scaring our helpers. Show the required permits."
The veteran beckoned multiple TSA agents to check. This time, no one dared to slack off.
The TSA officers hesitated as their scanning devices flashed federal clearance codes, forcing compliance. The officials realized Ling Qingyu was operating at a level beyond normal law—her influence was unfathomable and untouchable.
Ling Qingyu trusted that Athena had taken care of everything. Her AI daughter had already hacked into the federal system and issued firearm licenses, registered as special protective details.
To prevent apprehension during first impressions, Ling Qingyu had asked everyone to carefully pack their firearms—not even allowing the girls to carry pistols on their hips.
Other restricted possessions were kept in her ancient storage bracelet. Ling Qingyu never longed to create drama. She could have hidden all the weapons inside her bracelet and avoided the fuss.
But what if her entourage encountered a firefight later? How would she explain that?
Finding no problems, the director waved off everyone’s hesitation and ordered them to speed up the checks. Anything more could offend Ling Qingyu, and he wasn’t a fool.
Only the veteran continued to gaze at Ling Qingyu with caution. "Ms. Ling, I can understand carrying firearms to protect yourself, but more than a hundred armored vehicles—I can’t help but think further."
"Then please don’t. You’ll gain nothing from it," Ling Qingyu smiled.
"Why do you have so many...?"
Ling Qingyu understood him and answered, "Because I feel unsafe here. Country A is the best place for businesses to grow due to favorable policies, but statistically, every day there are more than 1.15 mass shootings. I don’t want to be mowed down by someone unknown because they’re high on drugs or happened to enter an unfortunate gang turf fight. Or some sociopath seek vengeance on the society. My safety is best kept in my own hands."
Hearing her explanation, everyone’s eyelids twitched. It was outrageous, yet reasonable. They couldn’t refute her argument.
The police were the least dependable in the face of gunfights. Better to take the initiative than wait to be saved—the sentiment was clear.
"But that’s a company-sized element," the veteran struggled to object.
He couldn’t bear to imagine the chaos that would ensue if it were left unchecked—over a hundred well-trained terrorists wreaking havoc in the city. A war might erupt.
With the armored SUVs, he pondered whether Ling Qingyu had hidden agendas. Not to mention, Country A’s and Country C’s relationship wasn’t exactly on a warm, cozy path.
Of course, he might have been overthinking it, but his worries weren’t unfounded. Like Ms. Ling, he sensed a similarly dreadful and dangerous momentum from the women acting as guards in the entourage.
These smiling, beautiful femmes fatales had killed many people. They were by no means kind although they wore fashionable attires in contrast to the roles they assumed.
"That’s enough. Carry on," the director ordered the veteran, who still hoped to quibble. "Order everyone not to spread what’s happened here."
The former was now drenched in sweat and longed to transfer the burden to the mayor.
Ling Qingyu nodded her thanks and redirected the conversation to other topics, inquiring about health projects.
She expressed her confidence through silence rather than explanation. Soon, all necessary procedures and checks passed smoothly under the astonished eyes of the staff.
