crisis management game.

Chapter 4 Dead End?

"Hehe...hehe..."

After completely killing the target, Gu Ji gasped heavily, like a person rescued from drowning, and broke out in a cold sweat. Although this battle lasted only a few seconds, it was the most thrilling game he had ever experienced in his life.

The enemy is not only cold-blooded and brutal, but also has a high level of close combat.

step, hand, knife.

The main and auxiliary weapons are switched quickly, and the attack is decisive and fierce. If the threat of the target is not completely cleaned up, he will not give up.

But the opponent also made a very serious tactical mistake, or in other words, he was more inclined to the mistake caused by "insufficient personnel": because in the CQB house clearance, it is necessary to ensure the advantage of combat power, that is, the advantage of numbers, at least two people , the optimal team of four and above crosses and rushes forward, in order to prevent accidents, the companions can make up for it at the first time.

Without this mistake and the two opponents on the field, he would have no hope of a comeback.

"Wait, buddy!"

Gu Ji's eyes widened suddenly, he grabbed the pistol tightly, pressed his left hand to the ground, tightened his back, locked his shoulders, and his entire spine stood up like a spring, like a cat whose tail was stepped on, slowly pressed against the wall, and the muzzle slowed down. Slowly plug in to the office door.

A strong smell of blood came to the face.

In the airport lobby on the first floor, a large number of corpses and scattered suitcases and backpacks were entangled together. The flight information screen was worn out, the silver metal benches were overturned, the broken glass fragments of the shops, and the white brains were all over the place. one place.

On the escalator leading to the second floor in the center, tourists fleeing in panic died in different ways, some were stuck on the escalator, and some were pushed to the top stack by the conveyor.

Hell, nothing more than that.

Da da da……

The gunfire on the second floor still didn't stop, and a figure swayed on the stairs, Gu Ji was so startled that he hurriedly shrank his head back.

One plus one plus multi formation.

One person is responsible for mopping up the remaining survivors on the first floor, one person stays at the escalator stand on the second floor, and supports up and down at any time, and the remaining people continue to attack the second floor.

Fortunately, looking down from this angle, the mob couldn't see the office.

In Gu Ji's heart, he had already equated this group of soldiers who killed in cold blood with "terrorist thugs". Just as he was thinking about how to avoid the second-floor "sentinels" and escape here, a faint sense of numbness and burning came from here. Attacked from the left waist.

He subconsciously looked down, his blood-stained face grinned, revealing his white teeth, he didn't know whether it was pain or a smile: "Pfft, the car overturned."

Yes, he was shot.

At the moment when he swooped to snatch the gun, Gu Ji vaguely felt that his body had deviated, as if his balance was disturbed by something, and the frontal attack turned into a side attack, but since all his attention was focused on the 56-2 Type submachine gun, no other abnormalities were noticed.

But in fact, he had already been shot by then.

Benefiting from the stimulation of the external dangerous environment, the brain passively turns on the "survival mode", adrenaline is discharged into the blood, blood pressure and heart rate rise, and the ventilation channels of the lungs are expanded to maximize energy output.

In this "super body" state, any pain will be greatly weakened.

Moreover, pain is perceived by the cerebral cortex through receptors. As long as the brain does not find it, it will not be aware of the pain. Just as many people can still stand in place after being shot, it is not because their bodies are unconscious, but because they have not yet discovered it. Shot himself.

And Gu Ji is now facing the severe pain of having just realized that he was shot in the brain.

The burning sensation intensifies, like the sting of a thousand wasps.

Gently peel off the broken-out shirt and white vest stuck to the surface of the wound. There are two wounds, the upper part only hurts the epidermis, and the lower part is torn deeper.

The blood oozing out from around the wound, and the yellow subcutaneous fat turned outward, could clearly see the broken muscle fibers inside.

"Fortunately, it's just a scratch, I don't know how the kidney is..."

With the power of the rifle's 7.62×39mm intermediate bullet, if it is a direct hit, the huge force formed when it passes through the body will shock the internal organs, and then pass through the body at a speed of 570 m/s, and fall to the ground on the spot, not like him. , but also knock down the enemy and continue fighting.

Gu Ji glanced at the corpse of the thug lying under the table, reluctantly walked over quickly, and rummaged up and down.

This group of people's weapon configuration is not bad, and the most important thing is to understand tactical coordination. They are obviously not ordinary soldiers in Ethiopia. They must be elite soldiers in the army, and they will naturally carry first-aid kits.

During the groping, the bulletproof vest hidden under the brown camouflage uniform and a Type 82-2 oval grenade further confirmed his judgment.

This can't help but make Gu Ji a little scared, but fortunately, he shot an extra shot at that time.

"found it."

The first aid kit was tied to the belt, and the inside was very crude, only a roll of hemostatic bandage and a syringe, and the inside was white solid.

Gu Ji seemed to have seen something similar in the trauma protection class of the police combat training. He didn’t have time to examine it carefully. He tore off the hemostatic bandage, bit his teeth, and wrapped it around the wound. , and jumped from the back of the waist to the scalp in an instant, making him shiver violently.

This pain is too fucking real, it's not like a game at all!
I don't know if there will be any sequelae after returning to reality. I haven't used this Nanfu energy-gathering ring a few times, but it must not be scrapped because of it!
Gu Ji tried his best to let his mind think of some funny things, so as to relieve the severe pain of squeezing the wound.

"Xi... Ao... Zizi..."

Just as he was about to tie the bandage, a slight noise came from behind his ear.

Gu Ji aimed his gun at the past in a blink of an eye.

Looking through the notched rear sight and sheet-shaped front sight of the machine sight, a matte black product fell on the ear of the mob's corpse.

It's a rear-mounted tactical headset!

It has been hidden in the red scarf before, and it is not very eye-catching.

As if thinking of something, Gu Ji crawled closer, pulled off the earphones and pressed them against his face.

"Theodore, is there Tawanita?"

"Damn it! Cohen, what about Tawa, she's wow, eh, dharma..."

……

It was the accomplices of the thugs who were talking, but unfortunately most of them were words he didn’t understand, and there were only one or two sentences of English mixed in. It should be in the local language of Ethiopia, but from the urgent tone, it can be seen that the other party may find that something is wrong here!
Gotta get out of here now.

Otherwise, you have to die!

He understands the truth, but the question is, how to leave?

The office is at least ten meters away from the airport gate, and there is an open space in the middle. As long as he runs out, he will be beaten into a sieve by the thugs guarding on the second floor, not to mention, he still has a gunshot wound on his waist.

Dead end.

failure.

Can I still live?
The pain of the wound, the murmur's chattering voice in the earphones, the bloody countdown in the upper right corner of the line of sight, all kinds of internal and external pressures were like a chopping board, and Gu Ji was placed on top of it, crushing it repeatedly.

Calm down, I must be calm.

As mentioned in the evaluation of police tactical principles, whether an operation is successful or not, shooting skills account for 15%, physical skills and luck each account for 5%, and mental skills account for 75%!
There must be a solution, there must be something I haven't noticed yet...

Taking a deep breath, Gu Ji gradually narrowed his eyes, and the cold light in his eyes suddenly condensed, like two cold stars, he quickly scanned every detail in the office, and finally followed the 56 punching holes drawn in an arc on the wall, and stopped at the ceiling. superior.

Ceiling? !
(End of this chapter)