Crisis Management Game

For a moment, Gu Ji couldn't tell the difference.

Is Quili really not related to THEO organization, or is he staged a fake death drama?

And the two people who took action.

The black mercenary needs no words.

What made him more curious was the young woman who stepped on Kuili.

Ever since he came into contact with Mio Ito, he has always had an inexplicable scruple about this kind of seemingly harmless woman.

After taking the faxed photos, Gu Ji sent one of them back to the command center, and used the ghost server to pass the other to Barron and others in 7472.

His intuition told him.

The identity of this blonde woman may not be simple.

"Jillian, are you sure Xia Guo can help with this matter?" After the exchange between the two parties ended, Jamie couldn't help but walked over and asked a few questions.

Jamie still couldn't understand her arbitrary decision to share the case information in the FBI's hands with Xia Guo.

Unexpectedly, Jillian was very determined:

"Of course, Kuili, one of the two deceased in the villa, once participated in the Brazilian military defense exhibition. The most important thing is that he once visited Xia Kingdom Jingzhou."

"So, you are saying that Xia Guo has actually been eyeing the PM and these company executives for a long time?"

Jamie asked himself.

Gillian nodded.

Obviously, she was planning to take this opportunity to attract the attention of Xia Guo to deal with PM Military Company.

"Buzz~"

At this time, the phone vibrated with a message.

Jillian picked it up and took a look, her pupils suddenly shrank.

Seemingly sensing something strange about her, Jamie asked subconsciously: "Did something happen again?"

Jillian didn't answer directly.

Instead, he raised the screen of his mobile phone, which displayed the intelligence information of the mysterious seller Riddell. Where the payment was made, it turned out to be...

CODE:7472!

"The mission background information has been updated."

Near the hotel building.

Wang Xueming sat in the car and looked at the special police entering and exiting the gate in the distance.

The two of them were attracted by these FBI, but unfortunately, nothing seemed to happen at the scene.

"I saw it."

Barron was holding the phone in his hand and knew that Wang Xueming was talking about the blond woman who killed PM President and Quili in Los Angeles. "It's just that I need to contact the FBI now. I'm afraid I won't be able to leave Washington for a while. How about we split up?"

"You want me to go to Los Angeles?"

Wang Xueming asked rhetorically.

Barenden rolled his eyes at him, "Yasen has been in Guatemala. Is there any other candidate besides you now?"

This scene made Ah Hui, who was sitting in the passenger seat, feel his heart tighten.

You know, in Daqili, northern Myanmar, no one who dares to talk to Brother Wang with this expression and tone will have a good end.

The foreign guy in front of me looks like he has just reached adulthood.

He is neither a gang boss nor a rich and high-ranking official. Why can he be so presumptuous with Brother Wang?

In fact.

During Wang Xueming's mission in Japan, he had already become accustomed to Barron and completely regarded him as a rebellious child in adolescence.

As for another reason.

That's because Barron is from 7472.

He can ignore Barron, but he cannot ignore 7472, so even for the sake of the organization, he will not be as knowledgeable as this kid.

"Okay, leave the matters in Los Angeles to me, and I'll leave a few people for you to help."

"Thank you then, Wang!"

Barron grinned, as if he was finally out of trouble.

As for Wang Xueming.

It makes no difference whether it's Washington or Los Angeles.

Because of the English skills he gained from the [BCI Virtual Reality Trainer], even without Barron following him, he can still travel anywhere in the United States without any hindrance.

What's more, there is one item marked in the mission information.

That is a reminder of the risk of this blonde woman, who is likely to be in a similar situation to Mio Ito of Toshira Headquarters.

Wang Xueming has read the intelligence investigation report reported by Jiang Na.

Knowing that Mio Ito may have a memory implant, causing a drastic change in her personality.

And this is precisely what interests him the most.

Because Pan Xinli is in a crazy state now, according to the diagnosis of doctors and experts, she has been damaged by the drug "paradise" in her brain, affecting her memory and logical partitions.

Perhaps, this blonde woman will have the answer.

…

"Boss, there seems to be no one around here anymore."

In the northern suburbs of Washington, an abandoned neighborhood.

A gray pickup truck drove slowly near the gate. It was Adams and his "fission" mercenary organization.

"Get ready to take action."

"yes!"

The words just fell.

Several mercenaries in the car immediately put on their tactical masks, fixed their tactical straps, and pulled the gun bolts for a final inspection.

One of the mercenaries sitting in the passenger seat looked through the rearview mirror and saw a blue Chevrolet car parked on the side of the road in the distance. It was the men sent by Riddell to follow them.

In fact, I just left the hotel building not long ago.

Adams had already discovered that he was being followed.

However, he did not alert the snake, but chose to lead them to an uninhabited suburb.

"They seem to have stopped!"

"Is this factory their home base?"

300 meters away by the road.

The orange hat Indian sat in the car and looked suspiciously at the gray pickup truck parked in front of the factory in the distance.

"Why don't you get out of the car? Have we been discovered?"

"Let's send the drone over first!"

Hearing his companion's words.

The orange-hatted Indian was also a little panicked. After all, the targets in the car were not ordinary people, but mercenaries who killed people without blinking an eye.

So, he immediately took out the "Giant Eye" drone from his suitcase and flew out through the window.

Seeing that it was about to rise into the sky.

"Thump!"

A dull gunshot sounded.

The drone was pierced on the spot, and it fell down with the scattered fragments.

"No! They found us! Go!"

"Yes!"

Hearing the urging of the orange-hatted man, his companion started the car in a panic.

But just as he put the gear in, he heard a "puff" sound, and the bullet hit his neck, and blood spurted out one after another, most of which splashed on the steering wheel and the windshield that was broken into a spider web.

"Plop, drop!"

The companion fell limply on the steering wheel, just pressing on the car horn.

The orange-hatted man shuddered violently.

He pushed the corpse away and tried to get into the driver's seat, shift gears again and evacuate, but because the seat belt was stuck too tightly, he couldn't unfasten it for a while.

The gunshot rang again.

The orange-hatted man fell forward and could only grit his teeth and retreat back, grabbing an AR-15 from the back of the car, turning his head to open the door and rushing out.

He rolled and crawled to hide beside the wheel hub, while observing the enemy's position.

He took out his mobile phone from his pocket and prepared to report to his boss Riddle.

But what he didn't expect was that the mobile phone had no signal at all.

"Damn it, they actually blocked the communication!"

Compared with his companions who died inexplicably, the orange-hatted man obviously knew more.

Therefore, he understood the horror of these mercenaries better.

"Swish..."

Hearing footsteps in the northwest, the orange-hatted man quickly raised his gun and aimed over, but he didn't see any figure with his naked eyes.

That was the moment when he was distracted.

A black gun muzzle suddenly extended in the air, and a shot hit the front bumper iron sheet in front of him.

He was so scared that he quickly retracted his head.

It was optical camouflage!

The orange-hatted man was desperate, and he knew that there was no way he could leave here alive today.

So he gritted his teeth and threw the gun out.

"Don't kill me..."

He shouted while raising his hands high and slowly stood up from behind the wheel hub.

As the footsteps approached faster.

Adams and others untied the optical camouflage, which allowed the orange-hatted man to see four or five guns pointing at his head.

"Please, give me a way to live."

The orange-hatted man recognized the black Adams at a glance and knew that he was the real murderer who killed PM President.

Unexpectedly, Adams didn't pay any attention to what he said.

He just tightened the gun strap, hung it diagonally on his chest, then took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and took a strong puff.

"It seems that he is not as smart as I thought. Brothers, our fun is here. Let's have some fun with him."

"Understood, hehehe..."

Looking at the malicious smiles of several people.

The orange-hatted man was completely frightened. He rushed over, but was stopped by the mercenary halfway, "Please give me a way out. I am willing to tell you all the information I know!"

As soon as this was said.

Adams immediately raised his hand and temporarily stopped the coercion of his men.

"Tell me, what is this guy Riddle planning now? Is the system in his hand real?"

"It's real. I saw it with my own eyes."

The orange-hatted man couldn't wait to answer, as if he was eager to prove his worth, "In the Iranian factory, the Black Hawk stealth helicopter was obtained by him from the United States using the system;

As for the purpose... The boss's only goal now is to take this trading opportunity to lure out a mercenary named Cohen!"

"Cohen?"

Hearing this name.

Adams suddenly became interested. He blew out the last puff of smoke, turned around, took out his cell phone, and made a call.

"What do you want to talk to me about?"

"Cohen, the mistake you made in the past seems to be coming back to haunt you now..."

...

In the evening, the matter of the hotel building was quickly dealt with.

Gu Ji chose to temporarily separate from the FBI.

Although the other party had locked the gray pickup truck as a suspicious vehicle, by the time they really found the target, I'm afraid the people had already run away.

The only inconvenience was that all their main weapons, rifles, were taken away, leaving only a Glock 17 for each person.

And, since there was no FBI agent following them.

So once Gu Ji and his team had any actions involving judicial power, they had to report to Gillian in advance and obtain authorization.

"Mr. Jiang, now we have obtained the power of law enforcement. Thank you for your help these two days. You've worked hard!"

On the roadside in front of the hotel.

Gu Ji stood next to Jiang Wensheng's car and shook his hand tightly.

Although the ending tonight was not perfect, if Jiang Wensheng had not spent time and effort to track and follow, they would not have found Riddle's first stop so quickly.

"You're welcome, Sir Gu. I have no choice but to serve the country. It's a pity that I didn't see you catch the target with my own eyes."

Jiang Wensheng shook his head slightly, sighed first, and then changed the subject: "But I will continue to help you track the target. If there is any new clue, I will report to you immediately!"

"That's great!"

Although Gu Ji had no intention of asking him to help, it would be nice to have an additional intelligence path.

"Mr. Jiang, do we really want to continue the investigation?"

"certainly."

Inside the car, he faced questioning from the deputy.

Jiang Wensheng answered almost without hesitation, regardless of his country or personal position, "Did you see what Sir Gu and his team were wearing just now? That is HRT's equipment, which means they are probably half of the same level as HRT." militarized SWAT;

But as far as I know, there has never been such a T1-level SWAT team in the domestic public security system, indicating that this may be a secret special force. If we can do them a big favor this time..."

He didn't say anything else.

Because the deputy has understood Jiang Wensheng's true thoughts.

It's actually very simple.

In the private detective profession, if you just investigate cases such as divorce, cheating, and property transfer, it may not be a big deal, but detectives like Jiang Wensheng, who are often involved in major cases, face much more complicated situations.

Over the years, he has accumulated many connections;

But there are many enemies to offend.

If Gu Ji and his mysterious force can be owed a favor this time, maybe it will be equivalent to a life-saving charm if they are really in danger in the near future.

"I understand, then Mr. Jiang, we are now..."

"Go back to the office first and ask Ah Sheng and the others to take out all the videos and search them frame by frame. Sir Gu's target must be among the guests who were evacuated from the hotel in the afternoon!"

A night of no results.

After Gu Ji returned to the safe house last night, he discussed the next course of action with Lei Wanshan and Zeng Dan in the command center.

What is clear now is.

Don't look at Riddle being chased by the FBI and PM mercenaries and hiding in hiding, but in fact, this guy now has absolute initiative.

Who made what he had in his hand so attractive?

According to Zeng Dan, as soon as the news was released, not only the US Department of Defense, but also the intelligence agencies of Russia, Britain, France, Japan, Israel and other countries began to prepare for action.

If it really turns into a competition between all parties.

I am afraid that the tragic scenes of Brazil's "Golden Shield" operation will be repeated again.

"Yesterday's arrest made PM mercenaries aware of Riddle, so the gray pickup truck that appeared at the hotel this afternoon and was targeted by the FBI is most likely not Riddle, but someone from PM."

Gu Ji analyzed every word in front of everyone:

"The conflict between the two of them is very big now. Riddell wants to seek revenge from Cohen, but the PM mercenaries want to snatch back the treasure trove of the arms dealer Klika from the former, so..."

"What else do you have in mind?"

Gao Bo is indeed the roundworm in his belly.

With one look, he could guess what Gu Ji was thinking.

He nodded:

"That's right, since Riddle is looking for Cohen, why can't we pretend and take the initiative to lure him out?"