crisis management game.

Chapter 570 Biochemical Crisis? (asking for monthly votes)

After the captain’s verbal reminder.

Several detectives suddenly realized what was going on.

No wonder those debt collectors were subdued so easily.

Tell a few jokes.

This is equivalent to meeting Guan Yu on the first day of service in the Three Kingdoms; a swordsman attacking a building with full equipment; practicing with small monsters in a novice village, and accidentally running into an epic group dungeon being played by a big boss with godly equipment, etc.

The thin-faced policeman shook his head and smacked his lips, saying, "I guess these hooligans will be traumatized for the rest of their lives..."

Inside the villa.

Gu Ji and others cleaned up the kitchen where the glass was broken.

When I returned to the living room, Chen Hongsheng had already walked out from the basement and was sitting on the sofa in a panic.

"I'm sorry to trouble you tonight!"

"Don't bother Uncle Chen. They are just a few petty thieves. Just treat it as a practice..."

Gao Bo shook his shoulders.

Compared to other people, he hasn't moved his muscles for five or six days since the day of the operation.

Wu Kang also sneered, "You didn't see the shocked expression on that guy's face at that time. I guess he will never know in his life how Gu Ji and I got in from the back of the car!"

For ordinary people.

The tactical formation infiltration of the T1-level special operations forces is a complete crushing defeat.

Not to mention that they had no night vision goggles or weapons.

Just relying on positioning, cutting corners and forming formations is enough to manipulate these little thieves into doing things in the palm of your hand.

"Alas, I thought the security would be better after moving here, but it turned out to be worse."

Chen Hongsheng now feels like he has eaten a dead fly.

Chen Zhiyu patted his shoulder gently and said, "Dad, no one can predict this kind of thing. Don't worry, I will definitely catch the fugitive as soon as possible!"

"I hope so..."

Seoul International Airport, South Korea.

At the international flight exit, a tall man wearing a baseball cap and sunglasses hurriedly took a taxi from the airport.

"Sir, where are you going?"

"Central District Prosecutors Office."

The man said a few words in a deep voice, took off his sunglasses, revealing a pair of slightly melancholy eyes. It was Kim Ji-joo who had returned from Mexico.

It's just his temperamental state at this moment.

It was completely different from what it was before, like a completely different person.

After entering the city center.

Jin Zhijiu suddenly realized something.

Looking back, I saw a white van from the rear window, and this guy had appeared in my field of vision three times.

But Jin Zhijiu was not at all flustered.

"Please stop in front."

"Ah? But sir, this place is still far from the Central District Prosecutor's Office..."

"I said stop."

Jin Zhijiu raised his voice and took out some cash from his pocket, "No need for change."

After saying that, he decisively opened the car door, turned around and walked into the alley next to him.

The next second, the white van braked suddenly.

With a "crash", four or five men in suits jumped out of the car and looked around.

"You guys go chase them, Dongzhe and I will surround them from behind!"

"Yes!"

After that, the group quickly split into two groups.

But no matter how many times they walked around in the alley, they still couldn't find Jin Zhijiu.

"Ashiba, where on earth is this kid hiding?"

"Didn't the president say that this guy didn't have much ability? I didn't expect him to be so fast and run so fast!"

"Dongzhe, you stay here and guard. The rest of you follow me back to the car and keep moving forward!"

"Yes!"

Several thugs in suits exchanged a few words briefly.

Immediately, one person was left behind.

And just as the large group left the alley, a dark shadow suddenly revealed half of its head on the west wall. It was the hiding Kim Ji-gu.

Make sure the environment is safe.

Only then did Jin Zhijiu climb down quietly.

At this time, the thug named "Dongzhe" was still standing there smoking, completely unaware that someone was approaching from behind.

"Tattoo!"

"Ok?"

Until the distance between the two sides was shortened to a few meters.

Dongzhe finally realized that something was wrong behind him, and turned around suddenly, just in time to see Jin Zhijiu rushing towards him with his arms outstretched.

"It's you?!"

Dongzhe never expected that Jin Zhijiu had actually been hiding in the alley, and he never expected that he would dare to show up and attack him, not taking him seriously at all.

"He actually offered himself up to die!"

With a sneer, Dongzhe immediately rushed towards Jin Zhijiu like a tiger, veins on his forehead exposed, and his right arm swung like a steel whip, pushing his fist and smashing it hard.

To know.

Before becoming a professional bodyguard, he was a former explosion-proof SWAT officer of the Seoul Metropolitan Police Agency. Would he be afraid of a prosecutor who was drained of his body by alcohol and sex?

Jin Zhijiu's face turned stern.

His eyes suddenly focused, he bent his knees, leaned forward, contracted his core, and dived down in an instant, avoiding Dongzhe's big swing punch.

Then he turned his front foot inward, twisted his waist and turned his body, and pushed his thigh up like a spring, pushing his forearm with a hook punch, straight to the opponent's jaw.

"Oh!"

In a flash, the fist shadow has arrived.

Dongzhe's flushed face suddenly turned pale, his head buzzed as if he had a concussion, and he saw double images in front of his eyes.

Before he could react.

Jin Zhijiu's eyes flashed, and he ran like a tiger. He flashed in front of Dongzhe in a few steps, raised his hand, grabbed his hair, and pulled his head under him.

He suddenly clenched his right arm, contracted his muscles, and locked his neck tightly.

"Well, Asi..."

Dongzhe's eyes bulged out and turned blood red, and he still wanted to resist, but Jin Zhijiu's arms became tighter and tighter.

Within two seconds, his vision went black and he passed out from complete lack of oxygen.

"call……"

After making sure that the other party had completely lost the ability to resist, Jin Zhijiu slowly let go of his hand and let Dongzhe collapse to the ground.

Counter pursuit, approach quietly;
Dodge, counterattack, and defeat the enemy with one move.

That's right.

Kim Ji-gu is no longer the same person he used to be.

The beginning of all this happened just five days ago: the [BCI Virtual Reality Trainer] awarded to him by the 7472nd Unit!
“This is truly the best decision I have ever made in my life!”

Looking at his hands and touching the back of his neck, Jin Zhijiu even found it hard to believe that what he saw was real.

Because he and Yassen captured Kenny alive.

Since they had obtained the clue about the mysterious seller Riddle, Gu Ji rewarded them both with a trainer.

Yasen mastered the CQC course of the Xiaguo Xiangzhou Special Mission Company;

Jin Zhijiu's skill is the basic skill: SOBR's special rapid response team quick reaction mechanism.

"Jiang Shengji, I didn't expect you to be so impatient to attack me. Don't blame me for not cherishing our friendship."

Jin Zhijiu fumbled for a moment and took out the electric baton and dagger from the thug Dongzhe. He sneered, took out his mobile phone and dialed a number.

"Hey?"

"Jiang Youzhen, it's me."

"Jin Zhijiu? You actually survived. That's right, with such a group of experts to support you, it's normal for you to survive. But I don't understand why you have the nerve to call me."

Listening to the sarcasm on the phone, Jin Zhijiu ignored it.

"Jiang Youzhen, I know Jiang Shengji has always wanted to deal with you. The enemy of my enemy is my friend. Maybe we can join forces..."

"Snapped!"

A loud slap echoed in the president's office of AM Electronics Group.

"Waste! A bunch of waste!!"

Jiang Shengji roared loudly and kicked the thugs standing in a row in front of him to the ground. "Six of us caught one person, and we were killed in return. What's the point of me spending money to support you!!"

"President, I know Dongzhe's skills. Since he couldn't last more than two moves against Jin Zhijiu, does that mean there's something wrong with the information we have?"

The bodyguard captain asked tentatively.

But what he got in return was another slap in the face.

"Are you questioning whether I have deceived you?"

"Don't dare."

The bodyguard immediately lowered his head.

At this time, the beautiful secretary walked over quickly and whispered in Jiang Shengji's ear: "President, PM sent a message saying that they can give us a compensation order, any target is fine."

"Ashiba, what's the point of saying this now!"

Jiang Shengji grabbed his hair, looking like he was about to go crazy.

"That bitch Jiang Youzhen has gone home. Now the president is watching. If I do anything to her, the president will never let me go!

Eh? That’s not right…”

After a pause, Jiang Shengji suddenly reacted.

"Any target will do." He looked at the beautiful secretary in front of him almost crazily, stretched out his hand and gently lifted her chin, "If I directly take the old president..."

Cabinet Intelligence and Research Office, Tokyo.

Jiang Na, wearing a black casual suit and a high ponytail, was browsing a document carefully.

"Okay, I understand, let's go down."

"Yes, Your Excellency."

Wait until people leave.

Jiang Na picked up the document again and examined it carefully.

Since Watanabe Takeshi came to power, her position in the Japanese intelligence circle has become increasingly stable.

Moreover, using intelligence funds and the black money from northern Myanmar given to her by Wang Xueming, Jiang Na cultivated a large number of her own private intelligence networks.

This is not.

The information in front of her was obtained through her private channels.

The content inside is surprisingly related to "Ito Miura".

Ever since the Iran operation ended and Abu Chongben was captured by Xia Guo, Jiang Na thought that Liangben society had perished.

But what I didn't expect was.

The remaining forces in Japan were gathered together by Ito Miura and were under her control.

hard to imagine.

This is actually something a graduate student who hasn't even graduated from a prestigious university can do.

"Why is there such a huge difference between this Ito Mio before and after? Is she really schizophrenic, or is the information I investigated before wrong?"

Because of Gu Ji's obsession.

Ito Mio has now almost become Jiang Na's "inner demon". Unless she gets to the bottom of this matter, she will never be able to get over this hurdle.

"Biochemical expert? Why would Ito Mio look for a biochemical expert? Could it be..."

For a moment, Jiang Na's eyes once again reappeared the scene of the Diamond Star Cruise virus incident last year.

This crazy woman;

Are they going to create another biological terrorist attack?

……

Mossad intelligence headquarters, Israel.

As the top intelligence agency in the Middle East and even in the world, Mossad does not have a public address like the US CIA or the British MI6.

Even within the Israeli government system.

The location information of Mossad headquarters is highly confidential.

In the corridor of the intelligence building, a staff member in a suit and tie was walking hurriedly. He had exquisite short hair and a full beard, a typical Iranian handsome man.

It was Amin Wahid.

Since the Iran incident, he has been under "house arrest" by the Mossad counterintelligence department for nearly a month.

During this period, he suffered mental torture and trials all the time.

Fortunately.

With the help of Unit 7472, he finally passed the test with great difficulty and was finally able to regain his freedom.

and.

Because he found out important information, he was promoted.

From being an external intelligence informant, he suddenly became the leader of the second team of the Special Operations Department, and his status was even higher than Claudius's.

"Minister, I'm sorry I'm late!"

"sit down."

Amin pushed the door open and walked in.

The office was already full of people, they were the team leaders from various departments.

Behind the desk, the middle-aged man with a goatee and a white top hat is the director of the Special Operations Department.

"It happened suddenly, let's look at the information first."

As soon as the goateed minister finished speaking, his men pressed the button.

Just for a moment,
Amin just felt as if he was wearing earplugs in his ears, and all the sounds in the corridor outside the house disappeared.

The room was eerily quiet, so quiet that one could even hear one's own heartbeat.

Active sound wave isolation and noise reduction!

As long as the button is pressed, all conversations in the room cannot be heard by the outside world. This is also considered a standard feature of intelligence system meetings.

next second.

The goateed minister turned over the computer screen and played a street video.

“This is… South Asia?”

A dark-skinned team leader was stunned for a moment.

Because the street architectural style and the appearance of passers-by in the picture are exactly the same as the ethnic groups in South Asian countries such as India and Bangladesh.

A moment later, a convoy stopped by the roadside.

Several masked monks in brown robes turned and entered the shop, and it was unknown what they were buying.

Take advantage of the driver's distraction.

Several children sneaked to the back of one of the pickup trucks and tried to lift the tarpaulin to peek inside.

But just when they grabbed a corner.

"Snapped!"

A big hand instantly pinched the child's wrist, and the hand was mumbling something that Amin could not understand at all.

But the subtitle translation below shows:

"What are you going to do?"

"I, we..."

"roll!"

It turned out that the ones who caught the child were the monks who had just gone to the store.

But the monk in the video seemed to have an unusually bad temper.

After scaring the children away, they carefully checked the canvas on the truck bed to make sure it was not loose. Only then did they return to the truck with peace of mind and quickly drove away from the street.

The video also ends here.

The goateed minister immediately spoke up: "Tell me, what did you see from the picture?"

“This is happening in Nepal?”

"These people don't look like monks. Except for the driver, they all wear rubber gloves. This protective measure is outrageous!"

"Are they transporting radioactive material?"

The last sentence immediately attracted everyone's attention.

Everyone turned around.

Even the goateed minister turned his gaze and discovered that the person who spoke was actually the leader of Group 3, Amin, whom he had just promoted!

"Oh? Ah Ming, what makes you so sure that the contents of the car must be nuclear waste, not biological viruses?"

(End of this chapter)