Quick Transmigration: The Beautiful Host Wants to Have Both Love and Career

At Jun Sui's command, Jun Li Que pounced like a nimble cheetah, instantly shooting towards the protective gate like an arrow released from a bow.

His figure was nimble and agile, and his speed was so fast that he disappeared from everyone's sight in an instant, leaving only a gust of wind.

At the same time, Jun Sui and Yun Suisi, as if they were telepathically in sync, relied on their long-cultivated tacit understanding and launched a ghostly and swift attack from the weak points on the front and right sides respectively.

Jun Sui moved with lightning speed, decisively and swiftly cutting in from the front, while Yun Sui Si rushed towards the weak point on the right without hesitation.

As Yun Suisi stepped through the protective door, a whistling bullet narrowly missed his ear, its sharp sound like the howl of death.

His eyes narrowed instantly, his pupils contracted sharply, his jaw clenched, and he muttered a curse through clenched teeth:

"damn it!"

Immediately afterwards, he rolled over like a cat and quickly hid behind a nearby ledge.

He peeked out slightly, his eyes sharp, intently observing the enemy's firing positions, then shouted into the walkie-talkie:

"Jun Sui, there are two firing positions directly in front of us, firing in a crossfire pattern. It will be very difficult to break through."

His voice was calm and clear, showing no sign of panic even amidst the danger of gunfire.

Jun Sui, on the other side, also faced fierce enemy fire.

Bullets rained down on him like a dense storm, whistling through the air around him and kicking up clouds of dust and sparks.

His gaze was firm and calm as he skillfully dodged bullets while steadily responding to the walkie-talkie:

"Let's find an opportunity to take one out first, and I'll draw their fire."

Before he finished speaking, he stepped out from behind the cover without hesitation.

His posture was upright and resolute, his gun firmly held in his hand, his arm muscles taut, as he fired several shots toward the firing point on the left.

The intense gunfire instantly drew away most of the enemy's firepower.

Seizing this fleeting opportunity, Yun Suisi dashed to a box on the right side like lightning.

His movements were fluid and seamless, without the slightest hesitation or delay.

Upon reaching the box, he quickly crouched down, using it as cover, and adjusted his breathing slightly, a resolute glint in his eyes.

He gripped the gun tightly, his arm trembling slightly—a mixture of excitement and tension.

Then, he peeked out slightly, aimed at the enemy at another firing point, and steadily pulled the trigger, accurately firing at the enemy.

After a brief exchange of fire, the enemy at that firing point was successfully killed.

Yun Suisi breathed a sigh of relief, which condensed into a cloud of white mist in the cold air.

He shouted into the walkie-talkie:

"Take care of one!"

As Jun Sui stood there, enemy bullets rained down on him like a violent storm, seemingly trying to overwhelm him completely.

But there was no fear on his face; instead, he became even calmer and more focused.

His feet moved swiftly between the bunkers as if they were on the wind, each dodge a battle against death.

His eyes were sharp as he darted about nimbly, shouting loudly:

"Mu Shang, suppress the firepower on the left!"

Mu Shang had been lying in ambush at the high point for a long time. His eyes were as sharp as a hawk's, and through the scope of his sniper rifle, he took in everything on the battlefield.

Upon hearing Jun Sui's order, he slightly adjusted the muzzle of his gun, took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled.

His finger rested lightly on the trigger, and he seemed to become one with the gun in his hand.

As he gently pulled the trigger, precise bullets flew towards the enemy on the left like shooting stars.

Each bullet was like the call of death, whistling deadly as it struck the enemy's cover with deadly accuracy.

The dust and stones kicked up made it impossible for the enemy to raise their heads.

Meanwhile, Jun Li Que, who was advancing all the way ahead, also encountered a tricky situation.

His steps came to an abrupt halt, his brows furrowed into a deep frown, and a hint of seriousness appeared in his eyes.

He spoke into the walkie-talkie:

"Captain, there are electric barricades ahead, and also devices that look like landmines."

His voice was deep and serious, indicating he was well aware of the danger posed by the roadblock.

Upon hearing the report, Jun Sui narrowed his eyes slightly, his mind racing. After a moment's thought, he calmly said:

"Ye Lengfeng, can you destroy these roadblocks?"

His tone carried a hint of anxiety, but more than that, it reflected his trust in his team members' abilities.

Ye Lengfeng was hidden in the back, with various complex electronic devices in front of him. His fingers flew across the keyboard, his eyes focused and determined.

Upon hearing Jun Sui's question, he responded quickly without any hesitation:

"I'm trying it out; it will take a little time."

Fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, a sign of tension and focus.

He was well aware of the heavy responsibility he bore, and that every second of delay could bring fatal danger to his teammates.

At this moment, Yun Suisi's eyes were sharp, and in the tense standoff, he keenly noticed a ventilation duct opening nearby.

His eyes lit up instantly, as if he had discovered a glimmer of light in the darkness, and he hurriedly said to Jun Sui:

"Jun Sui, there's a ventilation duct here. I'll circle around to their side and launch a surprise attack, catching them completely off guard!"

Upon hearing this, Jun Sui gave him a firm nod in a glance, while also offering concerned words of advice:

"Better safe than sorry, don't be reckless!"

Without hesitation, Yun Suisi quickly grabbed the edge of the ventilation duct with both hands, muttering to himself as he did so:

"This place looks awful."

Immediately afterwards, he pushed off with both feet and lightly leaped into the ventilation duct.

However, the space inside the pipe was far narrower and more cramped than he had imagined.

The surrounding pipe walls pressed tightly against his body, making his movements extremely difficult.

Yun Sui moved with difficulty, muttering complaints as she crawled:

"This damn pipe is trying to trap me here like a statue! It's so narrow, it's killing me!"

To make matters worse, a nauseating stench, like the aura of a demon, permeated the small space, constantly seeping into his nostrils and assaulting his olfactory nerves.

Yun Suisi's stomach churned violently, but he gritted his teeth and endured the extreme discomfort.

Yun Suisi felt his stomach churning and couldn't help but curse:

"Holy crap, what is this smell? It's even more pungent than a mixture of stinky tofu and durian! Are they using this as a health-preserving chemical weapon?"

He continued to move his body carefully, each inch of progress requiring tremendous effort, his hands and knees slowly rubbing against the rough pipe walls.

The slight friction sound was amplified infinitely in the silent pipe.

His heart raced, fearing that the slightest movement would reveal his whereabouts.

Yun Suisi stared intently ahead, muttering to himself:

"Don't let things fall apart at this crucial moment."

His eyes revealed a resolute determination as he stared intently at the unknown darkness ahead, slowly crawling step by step toward the enemy's rear.

Jun Sui continued to engage the enemy in a thrilling head-on firefight while remaining in place.

Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of an enemy crouching low, clutching a grenade tightly in his hand.

The grenade gleamed with a cold, deadly metallic luster in the dim light.

Jun Sui's pupils contracted sharply, and a booming shout erupted from his throat:

"Grenade! Get out of the way!"

The sound seemed to possess the power to penetrate everything, echoing across the battlefield.