Crisis Management Game

"Don't move! Be honest!"

An HRT special police officer rushed forward and grabbed the otaku to the ground.

He knelt down on his head and groped roughly several times. Finally, he turned to look at his companion behind him and shook his head slightly, "Captain, there's no problem!"

"Safety!"

At this time, another team member also came out from the bathroom after searching.

The HRT captain looked around the room and suddenly lowered his gun:

"Damn it, it seems the information is wrong!"

"Buzz~"

Los Angeles, Beverly Hills Villa.

Adams felt the vibration of his phone, clicked it and curled his lips, "The FBI has found the false clues I left. It seems it's time to leave."

"Remember, we must do it cleanly this time."

Alia reminded her coldly.

"Don't worry, I've never made a mistake..."

Adams still had the same nonchalant attitude and pushed open the glass door of the villa.

In the courtyard, in addition to the two corpses charred by the bonfire, there was a new corpse beside the swimming pool, and there was a pile of parts and debris scattered beside him.

From several curved shells, paddles, and broken cameras.

It can be seen that this is Riddle’s exclusive equipment:

Titan Eye Drone!

After Adams left the villa with his men.

Aaliyah then put down the red wine glass.

The scarlet glass body of the wine just reflects the computer screen next to it.

A screen recording of the night sky full of noise, with a spherical reconnaissance drone marked with a red frame in the middle;

And, a live video.

The background of the picture looks like a torture chamber. The walls are covered with various cruel instruments of torture. There is only a chair in the middle, and a young white man is tied up on it covered in blood. His facial features can be vaguely recognized.

Surprisingly, it was Priven who was taken away by Cohen in the Yongsan Military Zone in South Korea! !

"Riddle, it seems that I really underestimate you!"

…

"It has just been confirmed that there were no gunshots at the arrest scene, and no suspects were seen being taken down, which proves that the FBI special police missed the arrest."

In Xia Guo's safe house, Intelligence Officer Huang Mao walked to the living room with the latest information.

Gao Bo was sitting on the sofa, drinking coffee to refresh himself. "It seems that we have really guessed it. Riddell was originally going to use the FBI to trick the PM, but now he was tricked by the PM!"

"Riddle, we can at least understand it now, but this PM Military Company, I am getting more and more confused."

Wu Kang frowned and analyzed to himself: "According to the intelligence description, they should be one of the branches of the THEO organization, but now they are fighting each other internally. I really don't understand what they want to do!"

"You can think of 'THEO' as the Hydra in movies and TV series, with members all over the world. PM Military Company is just one of them, but it has been penetrated more seriously;

If something like this happens, it must be a normal person in the company who has a fundamental conflict with THEO's insider, otherwise they will not easily betray themselves and expose themselves. "

Gu Ji revealed the key to this internal fight in just a few words.

Li Yanan pondered on the side.

"The question now is, since PM has played tricks on the FBI and Riddle's plan has failed, will he consider leaving early or hiding?"

"Then it depends on what's going on with Jiang Wensheng..."

"Mr. Jiang, this is the hotel. I personally saw the target park his car nearby, change his clothes, and enter this luxury hotel!"

Downtown Washington.

Luxury hotel across the street.

Jiang Wensheng changed into a white Ford and parked on the side of the road.

At that moment, a homeless man covering his hat approached the passenger window.

"I don't want anyone else to know about this."

"Don't worry, promise to shut up."

The homeless man took the dollar bill from Jiang Wensheng, pinched his fingers with a smile, and sewed his mouth shut.

The deputy glanced up at the building where the hotel was located.

There are more than fifty floors.

"Mr. Jiang, do you want me to go to the front desk of the hotel to find out the news?"

"No! There are so many anti-tracking methods for the target, which proves that he is definitely not an ordinary person. If he acts rashly, he may alert the enemy. I will keep an eye here tonight. I will report the situation to Sir Gu first!"

With that said, Jiang Wensheng took out his phone.

The deputy scratched his head and said in confusion:

"Mr. Jiang, I really don't understand. With your current identity and status, why do you go to such great lengths, use up so many connections and energy to help a few Xia State police officers?"

"Junsheng, do you really think they are just ordinary police officers?"

"Sir, could it be that..."

"That Sir Gu is not only very good at tactical command, but also very knowledgeable about intelligence penetration and tracking; and that Huang Mao is definitely not as simple as an ordinary staff member, he should be an intelligence liaison; the office we visited at night also It’s not an ordinary house. The paint on the walls is fireproof, and the doors and windows are all made of thickened bulletproof glass. It looks like a safe house.”

Jiang Wensheng squinted and analyzed each word: "There is another thing you don't know. The person who asked me for help this time is Minister Wang from the embassy!"

As soon as these words came out, the deputy's eyes widened in shock.

You must know that among the ranks of Xia's diplomatic personnel, the ministerial rank ranks second, second only to the ambassador. It is equivalent to the main department and director level in the mainland and has a very high status.

The ambassador personally commissioned and arranged this, which shows that the backgrounds of these policemen must be very complicated.

The case being investigated is probably of a very high level.

Knowing all this, the deputy no longer dared to look down on it, and stared at the hotel building opposite.

And on the 48th floor of the building.

In a luxurious executive suite with lights on on the right.

As soon as the orange-hatted Indian entered the door, he saw a stack of documents coming at him like flowers from the sky.

He subconsciously dodged to the side.

Only then did he see clearly that the companions in the room all lowered their heads, not even daring to breathe.

And their boss, Riddle, stood behind the desk with an angry look on his face, as if he had just smashed everything on the desk.

He couldn't help but gently touch the companion next to him with the tip of his shoe.

He whispered, "Boss, what's wrong? Hasn't the plan been successful?"

"We were fooled. The FBI didn't go to close down PM Military Company, but went to catch the suspect. As a result, they came up empty-handed. Scott in Los Angeles has lost contact, which means we may have been exposed."

"Ah? How could this happen..."

The orange-hatted Indian was shocked.

I couldn't understand why the situation had reversed so much in just one hour.

"Damn! A bunch of trash!!"

Riddle roared as much as he could, as if only in this way could he vent his anger, "I gave them so much intelligence, but they didn't set up control in the Los Angeles villa, but they had to arrest people in Washington. Are the FBI all pig-brains!!"

"Boss, calm down."

The mustache bodyguard came up and whispered a few words of comfort, "The most important thing now is that our people have been discovered by the other side. The equipment of that group of mercenaries is very advanced. Once a fight occurs, it will be very disadvantageous to us..."

The implicit meaning of this sentence is actually to persuade Riddle to stop as soon as possible and leave the United States.

After all, here, they are facing not only PM Military Company, but also the killer who attacked Riddle, as well as the FBI and CIA. They are surrounded by enemies on all sides.

"That Cohen has not shown up yet. If he leaves like this, wouldn't my trip be in vain?"

Riddle turned and looked at the night view of Washington outside the window, his face uncertain, "Bring my Kac7 Black Nest Invasion System."

"Where are we going to invade? Wait, boss, are you... going to..."

The bodyguard with a mustache thought that he was being given another mission at first, but he soon realized that Riddle was going to "repeat the old trick" and use "special technology equipment" to lure Cohen out.

"Spread the news and say that I plan to make a deal with the Ministry of Defense."

"But boss, this is too risky, and Cohen has already been captured by Xia Guo. Are you sure he will appear again?"

"A person who has died repeatedly and appeared many times, do you think Xia Guo can trap him?"

"Yes, boss, I'll do it now."

Faced with Riddle's toughness, the bodyguard with a mustache had no choice but to do it.

...

"Woo--!"

FBI arrest scene.

Because of the intelligence error, the HRT special police had already evacuated, and only some FBI and patrol officers were left at the scene, recording the confessions of nearby residents.

And not far from the cordon that blocked the scene.

Baron and Wang Xueming, who had been carefully disguised, were mixed in the crowd of onlookers.

"The mission intelligence has just been updated. The general manager of PM Military Company has been killed. The FBI came to arrest the suspect, but was deceived."

Wang Xueming put down the phone and whispered to Baron.

But he didn't get any response after saying a few words.

Turning around, he found that Barron had already lowered his head and squeezed back.

He thought his identity was exposed, so he hurriedly followed him, "What's the situation? Is there an accident?"

"No, I just saw two 'old acquaintances'."

Barron walked to the end of the street before stopping to explain.

While speaking, his eyes fell on a blonde female agent who was questioning the scene in the blockade area. It was Gillian who cooperated with him in the New York bombing incident!

I don't know what he thought of, and Barron suddenly had a flash of inspiration in his mind: "Maybe, we can use the hand of the US government to force Riddle..."

"After asking around, there is no valuable information at all."

Inside the cordon.

Jamie came to report with a confession record book, somewhat dejected.

"It's the same here. It seems that we have been fooled thoroughly."

Gillian gritted her teeth and squeezed the book in her hand until it was deformed.

The source of intelligence for this arrest operation was the FBI Intelligence Department. The surveillance video clearly captured the black murderer of the Beverly Hills villa shooting.

She didn't believe the video at first.

Because any normal person knows that the crime took place in Los Angeles, but this is Washington.

But when she told Carlos the news.

The latter combined the example of "Cohen" and determined that the black mercenary was likely to have a similar "clone" ability, which impressed Gillian.

Unexpectedly, this was the result.

If Carlos was not the person in charge of investigating the THEO organization, she would even suspect that this guy might be an insider.

"What should we do next? Should we shut down PM Company first?"

"It doesn't make much sense. The PM is now a shell. Hunk and Quilly, who are most likely to know everything, have also been killed. The only goal now is to find the real murderer."

Gillian took out her phone again and found Carlos, "You made a wrong judgment. The target is not... Wait, what did you say?"

After a long time, she hung up the phone with a surprised look on her face.

Jamie couldn't help but ask curiously: "What happened? Is the CIA going to put all the blame on us?"

Gillian shook her head.

"No, Carlos said that they received a tip that someone wants to trade a network intrusion system in Washington. It is said that this thing can invade any signal facility, even military weapon controllers!"

"Network intrusion?"

Jamie raised half an eyebrow and asked himself: "This thing sounds like the mysterious person who hacked into the headquarters fax!"

"We think of the same thing."

Jillian's face was gloomy, and her tone began to become serious: "CIA has identified the source of this message as a mysterious seller, and they have reached a cooperation with DIA."

Jamie's pupils shrank.

As an FBI special agent, he naturally knew that several incidents in Brazil, Iran, and Mexico had caused heavy losses to their countries.

And the culprit.

It was this mysterious seller.

"Buzz~"

Just as the atmosphere gradually became solemn.

Jillian suddenly received a text message.

He picked up the phone and looked at it, and his face suddenly showed an unfathomable expression.

"Another CIA message?"

"No, this time it's...7472!"

A whole night passed.

It was just dawn.

Gu Ji sat up from the sofa and shook his stiff waist left and right.

He picked up the phone, but there was still no news.

Since Jiang Wensheng sent him the news that the target entered the hotel last night, there has been no movement.

He was just about to ask.

As a result, Lei Wanshan's voice popped up in the radio headset.

"Zizi...The latest intelligence, the mysterious seller wants to trade a network intrusion system in Washington. I have asked Liu Weijun to bring some people back to the United States to support you. It is expected to arrive at the airport in the afternoon."

"Yes, Captain Lei!"

It seems that Riddle can't sit still.

Gu Ji knows the reason why he did this, it's nothing more than wanting to take this opportunity to lure Cohen out.

It's just that the result this time may be different.

After all, Cohen was killed by him personally several times before, but this time he was captured alive.

Although he has become a vegetable, it is still fundamentally different from real brain death.

Perhaps to a certain extent, it will affect the next Cohen's "resurrection".

However, Gu Ji found some shadows of the ghost server in this "network intrusion system", but one is better at attacking and the other is better at defending.

This undoubtedly once again confirms the fact that the research institute items and game items have the same origin.

"Well... it looks like there will be a big move!"

Gao Bo and others woke up one after another after hearing the movement.

Pasili rubbed his temples, "Riddle's current identity is known to intelligence agencies of various countries, including PM mercenaries. He is undoubtedly risking his life by doing this."