Crisis Management Game

Chapter 120 Human Bomb

Rumble, rumble...

Drowsily, Gu Ji felt his body swinging slightly from side to side.

"Okay, family, don't worry, today's show will start soon. Oops, thank you Boss J for sending me the 'super rich', thank you brother!"

The sudden sound made him feel a little familiar. He tried to open his eyes and saw two figures standing in front of him around a silver stainless steel railing.

One of them, Xia Guoren, who was wearing black fashion brand half-sleeves, was slightly chubby, and wore black-rimmed glasses, was standing next to him with a selfie stick and a mobile phone to broadcast live.

It was the outdoor anchor he met near Ningzhou University Town before: Passion Fruit!

What's going on?

Gu Ji raised his hand and took a look, and found that he was also holding a mobile phone. The backstage of the Passion Fruit live broadcast room was playing on the screen. A bunch of barrages and gifts were scrolling below, making it very lively.

The news said that he was detained by domestic police and then fled abroad.

Is this the United States?

[Subject to physiological conditions, your skeletal muscle movement attributes are weakened to a certain extent;]

[The "Poison Needle Trap" mine*1 you are carrying has been delivered. You can check it by opening your backpack. 】

Feel some of the weight of the backpack on your body.

Gu Ji turned his head.

There is a vague smell of whoosh and pungent cologne in the air, and you can see the purple seats on both sides, the light box advertisements above the head, and the stainless steel double doors.

It turned out to be in the subway.

Through the reflection of the rounded rectangular glass, he saw a tall and thin young foreign guy wearing a purple hooded sweatshirt and black shorts. He had blond curly hair, a fair face, clear eyes, and a childlike temperament.

This is the role played by Gu Ji this time: a young foreign white man of eighteen or nineteen years old.

It seems that he is also Passion Fruit’s live broadcast assistant abroad.

Just as Gu Ji was trying to find more information, an English scolding suddenly came from his ears.

"Fake! Barron, what are you doing there? Did I pay you to be the mascot? Hurry up and block those scumbags who troll me!"

Gu Ji raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard the sound, and glanced over instantly with a dark and fierce look.

Look at each other for half a second.

Passion Fruit looked away in a panic, but a strong black man wearing a gray jacket next to him did the opposite. He glanced at Gu Ji with cold eyes, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

It just so happens that the subway is about to arrive at the station.

Passion Fruit was too lazy to continue to pay attention. He raised his phone and looked at the screen and said with a smile: "We are about to arrive at the station. My family will just watch how I do the work. It will definitely be a show!"

Gu Ji noticed that the strong black man was carrying a black cylindrical bucket bag.

The moment the car door opened at the station, he slightly tore open the zipper, revealing the flashing red light inside. He immediately threw down the black bag, and the two of them ran out at the same time:

"Run!!"

Passion Fruit suddenly shouted, and immediately stopped the foreign white-collar workers who were about to enter the carriage, and subconsciously took two steps back.

Several passers-by sitting in the carriage were so frightened when they saw this scene that they all got up and ran away, for fear that something scary would jump out of the bag.

One of the foreign aunts fell down halfway because her legs and feet were weak, but her panic instinct forced her to roll and crawl.

Are you pretending to have a bomb in your backpack to scare passers-by?

【The crisis begins! 】

[Please choose your initial reward! 】

[City Map*1] or [Black Mask*1]

A sudden notification sound in his mind interrupted Gu Ji's thoughts.

Although Gu Ji knew a long time ago that "Crisis Management" is half a meat pigeon game, and the rewards are refreshed randomly in each round.

But seeing the two item options in front of him, he couldn't help but become silent.

White [City Map*1]: A detailed map information of the current city, printed on A4 color paper, with a scale of 1:1000000. It can help you quickly grasp the distribution of traffic and building routes in this city.

White [Black Mask*1]: A black mask made of non-woven fabric, mainly used to prevent respiratory infectious diseases. It can not only cover up the appearance, but also slightly enhance the appearance.

Good guys, two pieces of trash.

City maps were of little use to him.

Gu Ji had already seen the word "NYU" on the subway map on the door, which is the abbreviation of New York University. He could confirm that he was now in New York, USA.

Even without this information, he can still open his phone and use Google Maps to view the browsing location.

The other option, however, is even more useless.

This level is not a public health level. Even if it involves poisonous gas, germs and other biochemical terrorist attacks, what protective effect can a mask have?

Helplessly, "the tallest among the shortest", he still chose the first one, and immediately there was a folded map in his pocket.

[New goal: Don’t die within half an hour! 】

"Hahaha……"

As soon as the system popped up a new task, Passion Fruit's arrogant laughter came from outside the subway door, and his body twitched forward and back.

Only then did several passers-by realize that they had been tricked.

One of the middle-aged white men came up angrily, pointed at the passion fruit and shouted:

"Faq! Are you kidding me! I'm going to call the police to arrest you!"

"Hey uncle, what did we do?"

Unexpectedly, the strong black man next to Passion Fruit directly blocked him, holding fists in his hands as if he was moving his muscles.

Seeing this scene, the middle-aged white man immediately became frightened.

On the mobile phone screen, water friends from home and abroad are sending barrages like crazy.

【Awesome! Aren't anchors afraid of being shot? 】

[No wonder you have to bring a black bodyguard, it turns out to prevent you from being beaten! 】

[Putting false dangerous goods is a serious crime! 】

[They just lost a bag, how do you think it is dangerous goods? 】

[If you switch to China, the rag collector will take it away directly for you! 】

[Art requires cruelty to present to the anchor carnival*2! ——The show is good, but it would be more real if it could explode! 】

Seeing the carnival gift special effects appearing on the screen, Passion Fruit was so excited that her eyes almost fell into the screen.

The software he is live broadcasting is Tik, which is currently the most popular in foreign countries. The savings for a carnival is equal to 500 US dollars, which is equivalent to a domestic carnival.

"Gan, thank you Art Brother for the gift. Thank you so much. Art Brother, I see you are sending in English. Are you American?"

If you can throw away 1,000 US dollars at a time, you can definitely be considered a real rich man.

Especially since Passion Fruit was banned in China, its popularity was not as popular as it was before when it came to the United States to start over. Faced with such a wild tycoon, how could you dare to neglect it, so you immediately nodded and got close to him.

Gu Ji frowned slightly, as Gao Bo said, this kind of person has no bottom line.

But for him, passion fruit is not the point. The point is the crisis that is about to happen in this level. He can't even lock the location now. Is it in the car or in the subway station?

The strong black man glanced at Gu Ji, then returned to the car and bent down to pick up the package.

Just as he was about to zip up the zipper, his hand suddenly stopped.

"Dizzard, why are you so stunned? Hurry up and take out the package. The car will drive away in a moment. Brother Art is anxious to watch the show!"

The same routine would be boring if used on a subway.

So Passion Fruit scolded hurriedly.

But Dizard didn't pay any attention to it. His dark face turned blue and white, as if he had seen something terrible.

Gu Ji's eyelids twitched, he sensed something was wrong, and immediately rushed forward to open his backpack.

I saw.

In addition to the spoof red flashing light placed in the passion fruit, there is also a cardboard tube wrapped with gray industrial tape. An old black phone is fixed in the center. The buttons on the lower half have long been disassembled and the components have been stripped out. A black and red wire is connected to the inside of the paper tube.

Gu Ji, who has studied the USMC bomb disposal/blasting methodology, recognized this thing at a glance:

Homemade IED mobile phone remote control bomb!

Passion Fruit was still staring at the phone screen at the door: "Brother Art, what do you mean by helping me?"

"Everyone, run, there's a bomb——!!"

Gu Ji roared angrily, threw the bomb into the carriage, turned around and jumped out.

Passers-by originally thought Gu Ji was going to cheat a second time, but when they saw the bomb he dropped on the ground, they were instantly frightened out of their wits, and even the strong black man fled out of the car along with him.

next moment.

The moment the carriage door closed, the cell phone rang.

Boom——!

A blazing fire burst out, and with a thunderous vibration, the iron sheet of the car door was torn open, and the glass shattered instantly, flying like sharp arrows, shooting violently and violently into the surroundings.

Chi chi chi...

The explosion triggered the train's emergency braking device, and the harsh sound of rail metal friction came from the bottom.

"Ah! Help!"

"It exploded! Run!"

"My legs! My legs! Someone save me!!"

In an instant, the entire subway platform was in a mess. Although many passers-by ran out of the car, their thighs and bodies were scratched by the shattered glass. Blood flowed out from their fingers, making them scream at the top of their lungs.

Gu Ji stood up and looked back at the bombed-out carriage, his heart pounding.

Fortunately, it was just a single tube of explosive and not very powerful. Otherwise, based on the detonation time of a few seconds and double the amount of explosives, he would have to explain it here!

Passion Fruit collapsed on the ground.

His thighs and abdomen were scratched by debris, and there was a small piece of glass stuck in his face. He stood there like a piece of wood, completely frightened by the explosion scene in front of him.

"How, how could..."

He was mumbling infatuatedly, and he couldn't figure out why the fake bomb suddenly became a real bomb!

At this time, Gu Ji's cell phone suddenly vibrated.

It’s a floating screen reminder for large gifts in the live broadcast room.

[Art Needs Cruelty Gift Anchor Carnival*1 - I feel much more comfortable this time, how about it, my help is good, right? 】

what's the situation?

Was he the one who planted the bomb?

Even Gu Ji, who was used to seeing all kinds of crisis scenes, couldn't help but be shocked by these words, and the chill on his back even numbed his scalp.

Live broadcast of a remote-controlled bomb terrorist attack.

What a rampant thug! !

【Fuck! Did it really explode? 】

[Is the anchor a terrorist? 】

[The real version of Crying Wolf, the fake bomb becomes a real bomb! 】

[Today’s world headlines? 】

[Art boss speaks: Danger! 】

Such a horrific explosion scene naturally aroused excitement in the live broadcast room. At this moment, water friends began to send all kinds of questions frantically, and the number of viewers in the venue also began to increase.

Passion Fruit also noticed the floating text on the gift screen, and responded with trembling lips: "Yi, Brother Art, stop joking. Thank you for the gift. I am so scared that my heart is trembling..."

It's true that I want money rather than my life.

Seeing the popularity soaring and the number of gifts increasing, Passion Fruit once again had a crooked idea.

But just when he was about to use the explosion as a live broadcast stunt.

[Art requires cruelty: I see you enjoy it? Now I give you a chance to blow up the entire Internet. I planted a total of three bombs in New York City, which are several times more powerful than this one. As long as you can find them and deal with them, believe me, you will become the leader of all America's hero. 】

【What the hell? Play big? 】

【real or fake? 】

[It must be a mouth-high one, don’t forget that foreigners also have keyboard warriors! 】

【Awesome! Are you afraid of being caught for saying this? 】

[FBI: Open the door! Check the water meter! 】

Seeing this sentence, Gu Ji immediately picked up his phone and checked the background of the live broadcast.

His instinct told him that this person didn't seem to be telling lies.

He searched through all the statements made by "Art requires cruelty" and found that when he said "I need to give the anchor a little help", it happened to be the time when the remote control bomb exploded, with an error of no more than two seconds.

If the live broadcast delay is removed, it will be just right!

it is true!

Gu Ji's head buzzed.

The last time a terrorist bomb attack was publicized in the media, it was the famous bomber: Ted Kaczynski!

A 16-year-old prodigy who studied at Harvard, bombed American colleges and universities, and toyed with the FBI for 18 years!

From 1978 to 1995, Kaczynski mailed a series of increasingly advanced bombs to major universities in the United States, causing panic in American society.

The most frightening thing is that he sent letters anonymously to multiple media outlets and publicly "live broadcasted" his purpose and demands for the attack in newspapers and media, but the police had nothing to do with him.

The FBI teamed up with other agencies to form a special team of 125 agents, and even issued a reward of US$1 million. In the end, he was caught after his brother saw through it.

But what year was it when Kaczynski committed the murder?

At that time, criminal investigation and anti-terrorism technology were in their infancy. Moreover, he was still using newspapers, and the delay of news was very high. Often by the time the media received the letter, the real murderer might have escaped long ago.

And what time is it now?

21st century.

You can leave browsing history even if you watch a pornographic film online, let alone speak in the live broadcast room!

This bomber is too arrogant!

So Gu Ji decisively took out his mobile phone and dialed "911", but before the call was connected, a "beep beep beep" sound came from the receiver and was immediately interrupted.

Is the signal bad?

Just when he was about to call back again, another pop-up screen appeared in the live broadcast room.

[Art requires cruelty: It seems that your assistant is much calmer than you. Since I have not explained the rules yet, it is not considered a foul on you this time. I have placed remote-controlled induction bombs on all three of you. As long as you remove them, If you step down or stay away from the live broadcast phone within 5 meters, it will explode, with enough power to kill you. 】

[From now on, you must live broadcast the entire search for the three bombs I buried. I will send you a separate private message to remind you that during the search process, you cannot turn off the live broadcast, you cannot contact the police for help, and you cannot be caught. Once someone If he violates any of the above three rules, I will directly detonate the bomb on him. When all three people die, the entire New York City will be buried together! 】

A bomb on you?

The passion fruit "clunked" and looked down at the black pickup microphone clamped around his neck. The signal light was flashing red.

Gu Ji's heart was beating very fast at this moment.

He didn't expect that his call was caught by the bomber.

Is someone nearby?

Or background remote monitoring?

Gu Ji preferred the latter. No wonder this bomber dared to disclose his identity in the live broadcast room. It turned out that he had computer skills comparable to those of hackers.

Right.

According to the bomber's first request, it is simply impossible to keep the live broadcast uninterrupted. Even if subjective factors are not considered, external objective factors must be considered.

When such a horrific bomb attack occurs, the incident will quickly spread on the Internet, and within a few hours, it will cause an uproar across the United States and even the world.

In order to reduce the negative impact of panic caused by the incident.

The official will definitely ask the software company to stop the live broadcast. This is simply beyond the control of Gu Ji and others.

Therefore, in order to avoid "unplugging the network cable" from happening, the bomber needs to lock the live broadcast room from the background, or use a virus to paralyze the company's background system. In short, it must be out of official control.

Otherwise, this is a dead end!

[No wonder there are so few foreigners, this is so scary! 】

[Is this boss so arrogant? Aren't you afraid of being targeted by the FBI? 】

[American version of "Horror Live"? 】

[At first I thought it was the boss who was spoofing the entire show. If it were true, I would say that a terrorist attack would definitely not be as good for you! The CIA, FBI, SEALs, and Delta are not just freeloaders! 】

[You guys are complaining like this, aren’t you afraid that the boss will follow the network cable and blow up your computer? 】

【do not be afraid! I will take action! 】

In less than a minute, the number of people in the live broadcast room increased from the initial few hundred to a thousand.

Judging from the style of the barrage, some people chose to believe it, some were dubious, and some insisted that the bomber was just getting high.

The black man, Dizzard, shook his head in horror, as if he still had not recovered from the fear of the aftermath of the explosion.

"I don't care what pranks you are playing, it has nothing to do with me. I am just a bodyguard..."

As he spoke, Dizard turned around and ran away.

But the moment he ran out of the 5-meter range of the live broadcast mobile phone.

With a muffled pop, a cloud of blood mist erupted from Dizard's neck, and blood and flesh flew everywhere for a moment. The minced meat splashed on the faces of Passion Fruit and Gu Ji, and they still felt moist!

"ah--!"

"Ah! Someone is dead!"

The frightened injured screamed uneasily. Because of Gu Ji's timely warning and the low power of the bomb, there were only injured people at the scene and no one died.

But it's different now.

The strong man in black was killed in front of everyone's eyes, which further enhanced the terrifying atmosphere at the scene!

"Uh-huh... Huh..."

Passion Fruit was holding the phone, his whole body shaking uncontrollably. He wanted to shout, but his throat felt like it was stuffed with cotton. No matter how he choked, he couldn't make any sound.

Gu Ji gasped and immediately touched his neck without even having time to wipe the blood from his face.

Sure enough, he was wearing a neck-mounted Bluetooth headset!

He felt it roughly. It was a little heavier than ordinary Bluetooth headsets, and it was most likely filled with explosives and electronic detonators.

Don't underestimate this thing. Even if the explosion is not powerful at such a close distance, a slight impact on a vital part of the human body such as the neck is enough to cause death.

To know.

5g of PETN/RDX with a shaped charge can blow up a lot of things.

【Oh My God! Come on! 】

【Really dead? 】

[I feel like watching a movie. Isn’t this the effect of Brother Guozi’s show? 】

[Nice effect, are you stupid after watching the live broadcast? Is this a scene that can be created with special effects? 】

【What should I do! My boyfriend is studying in New York now. Will he be okay? 】

[The moon abroad is indeed not as round as in China. Fortunately, I am not round! 】

Even across the screen, fans in the live broadcast room could not help but be frightened by the scene of the death of the strong black man.

And this effect is exactly what the Unabomber wanted.

[Art requires cruelty: Okay, now there are two left. To be honest, I really don’t want to detonate all the bombs, but I hid them with great difficulty. Oh, by the way, friends from foreign anchors, give it to you A piece of information. 】

[There is one police car for every square mile in New York City. There are two police officers in the car. The time from receiving the call to the call notification to arriving at the scene is generally about 5 minutes on average. I think you still have less than 3 or 3 minutes. You can leave within the specified time, otherwise you will definitely be stopped by the police. Friendly reminder: If you are stopped by the police for questioning, you will still be considered arrested~]

When Passion Fruit saw the last sentence, the corners of his eyes were sore, and he knelt on the ground and cried uncontrollably:

"Please, brother! I was wrong! I really know I was wrong! I will never prank bomb attacks again. I, I will give you back all the money you gave me. I still have 20 in my card." Wan, yes, as long as you let me go, I will give it all to you!"

Just kidding, can you deliberately plan such a terrorist attack? Would you care about your 200,000 yuan just to punish a prank anchor?

This passion fruit is too silly and naive!

These conditions he mentioned are of no use at all, and terrorists often carry out attacks that are directly related to their goals.

In other words, the larger the attack scene, the higher the target conditions behind it.

And the two of them simply couldn't meet the conditions that matched the threat to a New York City.

But Gu Ji still had a piece of information in his mind that needed to be confirmed.

"Stop crying, who got the media equipment we have?"

"Ugh, what equipment?"

"You still don't understand?"

Facing Passion Fruit's fearful and confused eyes, Gu Ji pinched the earphones around his neck and pointed to the pickup microphone on his collar.

These induction bombs are carefully designed and manufactured, and can easily explode if mishandled, so the person who provided them with the equipment is likely to be the bomber himself or his accomplice!

Only then did Passion Fruit react and asked.

"Didn't you bring this all? Now you're asking me? Oh, I understand, it's you! You are with the terrorists!"

What! ?

Gu Ji was stunned by this question.

Could it be that the body he possessed was a bomber agent?

It shouldn't be. This doesn't fit in with the main line of "crisis management" set in the game. It was probably someone who transferred the contract somewhere before the live broadcast.

It's a pity that he doesn't have any memory information about "Barron" at all, so he can't lock the suspect.

That's right.

The real way to solve this crisis is not to find bombs, but to find people!

Only by finding a way to confirm the identity of the bomber can this terrorist attack be truly ended.

Otherwise no matter what.

They are all just puppets on a wire, always facing the threat of the bomber!

The more Passion Fruit thought about it, the more he felt that his analysis was correct. He stood up and wanted to run away, but maybe because of fear, or kneeling for a long time, the blood in his thighs was clotted, and he fell to the ground as soon as he took a step.

Gu Ji took the opportunity to step forward and grab the live broadcast phone.

"What are you going to do!?"

Passion Fruit hurriedly fought for it, but he was no match for Gu Ji. He was grabbed with a reverse joint, and he screamed in pain, and the phone was immediately thrown out of his hand.

[Art requires cruelty: Hahaha, you guys are so interesting! 】

"Hey! Everyone get down!"

"Get down! Put your head in your hands!"

At this time, the police's stern shouts came from the steps on the right front, as if they were preparing to block the subway.

Upon hearing this, Gu Ji immediately put on the hood of his hoodie to cover his face. At the same time, he disconnected his live broadcast phone and ran towards another subway exit in the opposite direction.

Passion Fruit also knew that being caught by the police would mean death, so he tried his best to get up.

"Fake! Wait for me! I will die even if I am even 5 meters away from my phone!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he rubbed his thighs, trying to activate the stiff muscles, and took steps to catch up with Gu Ji.

"Don't move!"

"Hold your head with your hands! Lie on the ground!"

"Do it immediately! Otherwise we'll shoot!"

Unexpectedly, the police had already come down the stairs. When they saw Gu Ji and Passion Guo running away, they mistakenly thought they were criminals and immediately raised their pistols and shouted a warning.

But the two people who knew the rules didn't dare to stop at all, and even accelerated as hard as they could.

boom--!

When the gunshot rang out, Gu Ji heard a scream from behind him. When he took the time to look back, he saw Passion Fruit falling to the ground. His back was hit by a police bullet. The bullet penetrated his lungs and blood spurted out from his mouth and nose.

While he was dying, he was still reaching out to grab Gu Ji's back, trying to catch up and stay alive.

But in the end it was all in vain.

Whether he was shot in the lung or caught by the police, he would not survive.

5 meters passed.

boom! The microphone on his neck exploded instantly, and Passion Fruit's head seemed to be like the flesh of Passion Fruit, splattering in all directions. The two policemen who were chasing him were so frightened that they immediately fell to the ground and looked for cover.

And this just created an excellent opportunity for Gu Ji to escape.

He rushed into the stairway with a quick stride and disappeared.

[Art requires cruelty: Now, you are the only one left, hehehe...]

Sorry, I suddenly woke up in the middle of my sleep last night, and then I couldn't fall asleep. I didn't go to bed until after 5 o'clock in the morning, so I got up late. There were too many new levels to check for information, which delayed the update time. Sorry!

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