Miss Beautiful C.E.O and her system

Chapter 461 Daily life of a police officer (4)

The traffic light turned green. Ling Qingyu kicked back the sidestand, slowly grasped the clutch lever with her left hand and stepped on the first gear, then pulled the throttle backward as she eased the lever. All of these were completed in one fluid motion as if Ling Qingyu was in sync with the bike.

Actually, controlling the clutch level was a crucial skill for a biker, who maneuvered in tight space at a low speed. Compressing and retracting as one wished to control and balance the bike.

She instantly launched out of the stop position and lifted the shift upward just above the neutral position hitting gear 2. A perfect clutchless shifting to follow the engine RPM. Her team members dashed on her tail.

If not for the public image of being a police officer and bearing in mind safety, Ling Qingyu would have already boosted her speed like a maniac over the limit allowed by traffic rules. She was confident with her skills, she could solve any unexpected situations.

Motorbikes quickly separated from the other vehicles. 900 engine cc on the motorbikes was an astounding number. With its small weight, it could accelerate and surpass many vehicles easily, which was also the reason why police needed biker units to counter biking gangs.

Strangely, in Province N, perhaps biker gangs feared the true mafia, the news of their rampant actions rarely appeared. Or it did but was ignored when compared to other frightening crimes.

Ling Qingyu whooshed ahead and yelled inwardly at the adrenaline rush. When the wind brushed harder, she pulled down the visor. She was wrong. She initially disliked riding on the bike, considering the machine as dangerous. Only those who had ridden bikes could explain the feeling of excitement and fulfillment, indulging in the big bikes like the one Ling Qingyu rode.

Particularly, a higher percentage of most traffic accidents are attributed to bikers' faults.

Furthermore, if a biker encountered accidents, he or she had no safety measures except the skills to fall lightly and save important parts. That's why helmet saves lives.

Even if the biker did nothing wrong, once a stupid driver smashed from behind, everything was left to fate. With cars, at least, airbags and compartments served as additional armor to protect against impact.

Now, she had no fears because of her 'driving experience.' 15 years of abuse, not 15 years where people slept, rested, ate, and did daily routines but a complete thorough 15 years, detailed to seconds, where she was trained nonstop.

Following behind, her guards were sweating with fear because they had never seen Ling Qingyu riding a motorbike, proficiently once. When she drove at high speed, it would be wrong to say that they weren't panicked.

They cherished Ling Qingyu's life too. But after a while, Ling Qingyu seemed to be capable, so their worries dropped. If Ling Qingyu made wheelie, stoppie, burnout, and donuts, their eyes would budge out of the sockets.

The team slowed down and came to another traffic stop again. No matter how fast they drove, they couldn't overtake traffic jams. The formation fell behind a bus.

Although there were spaces for a bike to snake through between vehicles or another lane solely for cyclists and bikers on the far right stood free, Ling Qingyu's team could do neither.

Filtering was illegal by law but most nations rarely paid attention to enforcing the rule. Passing through or overtaking slow-moving traffic with motorbikes under 125 cc was reasonable.

Higher engine power was enough to categorize the bikes, Ling Qingyu's group rode, as small cars. Cars couldn't filter, so Ling Qingyu couldn't and had to drive like the rest of the automobiles.

That also included police officers, where people's eyes were always sifting to spot mistakes. Not that Ling Qingyu and her girls cared but Yang Qingyue's reputation mustn't be destroyed unnecessarily.

As for taking the cyclist lane, they were now considered as cars and mustn't violate rules. In short, unless in an emergency, Ling Qingyu and the girls could conduct the above violations even if they were capable.

During the stop, Ling Qingyu heard Azi's voice again. She rolled her eyes and pulled up the visor. "You've always been asking questions. What's the matter again?"

Azi glanced at Ling Qingyu's epaulette with envy and asked. "Why are you a sergeant while the rest of us are like foils?"

"Am I your Boss?" Ling Qingyu smiled and asked.

"Of course, you're always our boss." Azi nodded her head perfunctorily.

"Then, don't I deserve a sergeant rank?"

"Eh—" Azi stopped and waved her fist to protest. That was a naked provocation.

"At ease, Corporal Azi. Remember insulting and assaulting a superior is considered as a felony." Ling Qingyu teased and patted Azi's helmet. The other four girls chuckled and shook their heads.

The two's cute lively interaction was noticed by drivers nearby. They lamented the two girls' happy banter. Youth was good.

Azi snorted. "Then, I'll fight with you and prove my skills."

"But you can't win me."

"Hmph!" Azi gave up because whether piloting or melee fighting, she knew her limit in front of this ghost. She didn't notice, her mood had transformed like a broken cocoon since she joined Ling Qingyu.

The last remaining psychological gloom and scars because of past betrayal and abuses, vanished without a trace, healed by Ling Qingyu and her group of girls. The unity, love and care in Ling Qingyu's circle was what she longed for.

Because of life, she guarded against others and stepped on everyone to obtain what she desired. But at what cost? She was wrong to focus on others instead of herself. Only self-improvement brought true results that solely belonged to her.

She thanked Su Ruomei in her heart for being magnanimous even if she had done many wrongdoings to the latter. Her life must be fated to bond with Ling Qingyu.

"By the way, everyone. Don't forget to address me as Sergeant Ling." Ling Qingyu snickered and teased.

"Yes. Yes, Sergeant Ling." The rest cooperated with exaggerated tones.

"I hope you're happy when you meet a lieutenant, captain or inspector, especially one who likes abusing others with their small moves." Azi humphed and complained.

"Actually, I'm also thinking about this. But we won't interact with others; so, just regard today as if we're on a holiday." Ling Qingyu agreed. "Even if bad news happens, we can help Sister Yang by investigating undercover. At least, what we do won't be wasteful." Explore stories on empire

"Well, as long as you know what you're doing. I'm just expressing my concern." Azi shrugged.

Those who never underwent military training and exercise had a hard time obeying commands. Nobody wanted someone unknown to ride their heads. Not to mention, Ling Qingyu wasn't an easy-going person. She had her own pride and arrogance, hidden deep in her marrow, which Azi could easily sense. A genius who was born to rule others, not for others to rule her.

Suddenly, several rumblers drew Ling Qingyu's attention and she craned her neck to the side to see what happened ahead. The sound belonged to the ambulance's repetitive siren. One loud blare and vibrato.

Another ambulance again? Ling Qingyu understood the previous police escort didn't choose the current route. Otherwise, this ambulance might exploit the opening and pursue. Or maybe, dispatch recently entered another emergency event for the ambulance to respond to.