Crisis Management Game

Gu Ji then realized that these people were not Gao Bo.

Military and police intelligence.

In actual combat, the three have very obvious style differences.

Special police belong to law enforcement departments. In operations, they often have to consider factors such as legality and civilian safety, so they must control firepower output as much as possible.

The military does not need to worry so much. They only need to follow the coordinates and strike with the strongest firepower.

And the intelligence is somewhat in between the two.

For high-value targets, they must control their hands, but for meaningless people, they will hardly do so. They must prioritize intelligence acquisition and their own safety.

Obviously.

This CIA pioneer is a typical style of this kind:

I would rather die than die with my friends.

No matter who is standing behind the door, as long as the brain determines that the high-value target will not be the first to risk rushing down, you can shoot through the door unscrupulously to increase the safety of breaking the door.

Sure enough.

After hearing the sound of someone being shot and falling to the ground behind the door.

The CIA scout aimed at the door lock twice, kicked the door open, fired another shot at the target who fell at the staircase in front of him, and then turned right and cut into the living room.

In the dark room.

The green IR invisible laser, in the field of view of the low-light night vision scope, was like the hands of a clock, slowly passing by in a clockwise circle.

"The first floor is safe!"

"Steel plate, move to the second floor!"

"Yes!"

At the command.

The CIA scout and the second position immediately switched to a high-position gun-holding posture and rotated to the staircase.

Gu Ji and others put their left hands on their shoulders, and the team was densely packed into a whole, leaning against the left wall, all the way up.

As soon as they arrived at the second floor, they saw a black shadow standing in the corridor in front of them.

Before they could raise the things in their hands, they were knocked to the ground by a few shots.

"There is someone in the room on the left!"

"Bang, bang, bang..."

It was still the same tactical style as before.

As soon as the scout heard the noise in the bedroom on the second floor, the No. 2 shot through the door without saying a word.

When Gu Ji pushed open the door, he saw a young man lying on the ground covered in blood, already shot to pieces.

"Two enemies, all killed, the second floor is safe!"

"Prepare to continue to advance to the third floor!"

After checking the risks, several people quickly came to the third floor.

Before passing the first bedroom door on the left.

There was a "bang" gunshot, and the door was instantly torn open.

Countless bullets were scattered and hit the wall opposite the corridor, leaving a bunch of small holes.

The CIA scout had no time to react, and his left front leg was also hit by the splashing bullets.

It was a shotgun!

"Uh! Behind the door!"

"Prepare the flash bomb!"

Gu Ji saw the scout fall to the ground and shouted immediately.

The No. 2 immediately took a stun bomb from his chest and threw it in through the gap of the broken wooden door.

The reason why he didn't choose to shoot directly into the house at this time.

Because after reaching the top floor of the single-family house, the probability of encountering a high-value target increases.

It is necessary to confirm the identity first before deciding whether to kill.

"A flash bomb was thrown!"

Number 2 reminded.

And Gu Ji had already stepped forward and pulled the CIA scout back with one hand.

Unexpectedly, at the moment he dragged back.

The bathroom door on the right side of the corridor in front was suddenly pushed open from the inside. Gu Ji's fingers almost instinctively pulled the trigger quickly, and at the same time subconsciously clamped the butt of the gun under his right arm to improve the stability of holding the gun with one arm.

"Wait! Right side!"

Shouts, gunshots, and stun bombs exploded.

All sounded at the same time.

The target fell to the ground.

At this time, the second position kicked open the bedroom door on the left, and saw two flashes of fire in the house, and then there was no movement, "Safe!"

"Deal with him! Keep going!"

"Got it, moving!"

Gu Ji threw the scout to Carlos behind him, and immediately led the remaining team members to suppress the innermost suite.

As a result, just a few steps away.

He heard the sound of unlocking behind the door.

The second position raised the muzzle of the gun, ready to go.

Waiting for the door to be opened, a long-haired figure rushed out, "Ah! No, no, please, don't shoot! I don't have a weapon..."

Unexpectedly, it was a woman.

The other party seemed to have escaped from the house, but unexpectedly ran into Gu Ji and others.

Screaming, he fell to the ground and began to cry for mercy.

Gu Ji also heard the movements of the mountain cat who was responsible for cutting off the power supply and going around, and the demon dog in the headset.

"This is the demon dog, the target has been captured!"

It turned out that while Gu Ji and others were attracting fire from the front, they went around from the other side of the single-family house, climbed up the telescopic ladder to the window of the suite on the third floor, broke into the window directly, and captured the target.

As for the woman who ran out, she was the target's female companion.

Carlos, who was bandaging the calf of the scout at the back of the corridor, heard this, and immediately raised his head and brightened his eyes, and helped the wounded to stand up.

"Don't move! Put your hands up and lie down!"

Gu Ji scolded the woman kneeling on the ground, "Keep her, Bobcat, be alert all around!"

Finally arranged a sentence.

He then put down the gun and followed Carlos and Gillian into the innermost master bedroom suite.

"Who are you!"

As soon as he entered the house.

Gu Ji heard someone roaring.

Then he saw a skinny British guy, with his upper body naked, being pinned down on the bed by a demon dog.

He clicked on the tactical gun light.

Under the dazzling white light.

Blue eyes and freckles.

It was the high-value target they wanted to capture on this trip: the transaction middleman, O'Connor!

"I just want to ask you one question, where is the Rx-7 system and the real seller."

Gu Ji walked into the house and completely ignored what O'Connor said, but asked coldly.

"Fake..."

The moment O'Connor saw his black hood, the pupils of his eyes shrank into slits, but he quickly changed his words: "I don't understand what you are talking about at all!"

"Jackal, pry his mouth open for me."

"clear!"

Gu Ji waved casually.

Carlos rolled up his sleeves and walked up.

This was the plan the two had agreed upon before.

Tactical operations were under his command, but when it came to interrogations, Carlos was in charge.

This happens to be in line with Gu Ji's impression of Cohen's role.

He rarely does everything himself.

Even the Korean Cohen who talked the most was only forced to take action in person at the end.

"We are all smart people. Now that we can find this place, we will never give up until we get what we want. So I advise you to say it outright."

Carlos smiled and touched O'Connor's head, grabbing him from the bed.

But the latter just glared at him.

"Bang!"

Carlos decisively punched him in the stomach.

O'Connor was already thin, and this punch made his face turn red and even the saliva in his mouth burst out.

"If you dare, beat me to death. I don't know anything!"

"Okay, since you want to suffer more, then I will make it happen for you!"

Carlos was not affected by the opponent's resistance at all, and began to punch O'Connor one after another. Finally, he grabbed the pillow next to him and covered his whole face.

Severe pain and out of breath.

Jean O'Connor began to tremble uncontrollably.

Gillian on the side obviously couldn't stand this scene, so she subconsciously took a half step back and glanced to the side.

As a law enforcement officer, she was certainly not used to the abuse of lynching.

But Gu Ji knew very well that these methods were simply child's play for a real intelligence agency.

Especially a department like the CIA.

What we face are not just ordinary criminals, they range from terrorists to hostile extremist armed forces, rebels, and even countries.

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To them, this is war.

As long as it's war.

There are only two outcomes: victory and defeat!

However, this is in line with the behavior of Cohen and others.

Being too disciplined makes him look more like a policeman.

"Ugh...huhehe..."

Carlos seemed to be very experienced, counting silently after letting go.

Stuck right on the edge of O'Connor's life and death.

He was retching physiologically and gasping for air. His eyes were completely protruding and covered with bloodshot eyes. There was blood dripping from the corners of his mouth. He looked completely human.

"Location!"

"I don't know...ah!"

O'Connor hasn't finished speaking yet.

With a "pop" sound, Carlos pulled out a dagger from nowhere and stabbed him in the thigh.

Bright red blood flowed down O'Connor's calf and onto the floor.

But even so.

He still didn't let go.

Even when Carlos turned the blade to open the wound, he closed his mouth tightly and let his face turn from red to white, and he was covered in cold sweat from the pain.

See this scene.

Carlos suddenly pulled out the dagger and shouted to No. 2 outside the room:

"Bring that woman in!"

"Wait, what are you going to do! She is innocent!"

"Hey, it seems you are nervous about her."

O'Connor's sudden anxious expression aroused Carlos' interest.

As the long-haired woman was brought in.

The corners of Jillian's mouth twitched slightly, as if she could no longer suppress the disgust in her heart.

It's just torture to extract a confession. Extraordinary measures are used in extraordinary times. In addition, O'Connor himself is not a good person.

But the woman doesn't seem to have made any mistakes at the moment.

If you are tortured because of this, wouldn't you be no different from an animal?

"She doesn't know anything, let her go!"

O'Connor struggled twice, but it was in vain.

Carlos sneered twice, came to the long-haired woman, and pinched her face, "Of course I understand that she is just one of your female companions. The reason why you are so worried is because she has just become pregnant... "

"Fah! Gram! You devil!"

O'Connor almost roared, forcing out a few words through his teeth.

It can be seen that he really attaches great importance to the child in a woman's belly.

Gu Ji had a panoramic view of all this.

Although he believed that he was decisive enough when performing his mission.

But it still can't be compared to the CIA.

Sure enough, the intelligence force is ruthless enough!

It was obvious that the Carlos in front of him was definitely not acting, he really planned to attack this pregnant woman.

But he couldn't stop it now.

God knows what backstabbing Riddle had around O'Connor.

Exposed at this time, it means that all the efforts of everyone are in vain.

Think about it.

He just raised his wrist and scolded impatiently:

"Jackal, I will only give you the last three minutes."

"Understood."

Carlos grabbed the long-haired woman and put the bloody dagger on her neck, "Did you hear that? You don't have time. Either tell me the seller and the location of the things, or..."

"Ah! O'Connor, save me! I don't want to die..."

"Mia! Let her go! Damn it!"

O'Connor seemed to be forced into a dead end.

Even in front of several people, his eyes turned red and began to cry.

But Carlos's dagger would not hesitate at all because of his sensationalism.

The sharp blade had already rubbed against the skin of the long-haired woman bit by bit, oozing a trace of blood.

"No! Let her go! I said!"

In the end, O'Connor still couldn't withstand the pressure and chose to surrender.

Carlos stopped the action in his hand.

"Location."

"The item is in the hands of the seller now, and the seller's location..."

"Buzz!"

Just as O'Connor lowered his head to answer.

Gu Ji's ears moved, and he faintly heard something approaching outside the window. The sound was very sharp, and it sounded like an enlarged version of a mosquito.

Not good!

"There is a drone bomb!"

He decisively raised the muzzle and fired.

But the incident happened suddenly, and there was no time at all. He could only grab Gillian beside him and jump out to avoid it.

The demon dog and Carlos standing by the bed watched a black high-speed moving object rush into the house, and they also reacted and hurriedly dodged to both sides.

"Boom!"

There was an explosion.

The fire instantly illuminated the entire suite.

The shock wave swept the heat wave and passed through Gu Ji's back.

He fell heavily to the ground, grabbed the gun god and quickly stood up and looked back, but saw O'Connor and his woman lying on the ground covered in blood, and their lives and deaths were unknown.

The demon dog and Carlos also lay on the ground with scars on their faces and got up with difficulty.

This is why self-destructing drones are becoming more and more popular with extremists, mercenaries, and even the regular army of the country: it is almost an unsolvable attack.

Want to crack it.

There are only two options: shoot it down, or shield it.

The former is extremely difficult. If you want to shoot down a drone with a few shots while it is moving at high speed, even an Olympic shooting champion may not be able to do it.

As for the latter, you need to carry special military shielding equipment at all times.

It is still uncertain whether its signal can be effectively shielded in the first place.

"Boss, are you okay?"

Gillian has not forgotten. After regaining consciousness, she saw the figure lying on the ground and asked Gu Ji first, and still chose to continue acting.

"It's okay, go see the jackal and the demon dog."

Gu Ji shook his head slightly and pressed the headset: "Lynx, Lynx! What's going on outside! Why are there drone bombs flying in!"

"Boss, the plane suddenly appeared from above my head, and I didn't react..."

Above my head?

He looked up at the ceiling.

Unexpectedly, Riddle actually hid his back hand on the roof.

No wonder Bobcat and No. 2 failed to find out in time when they were checking the risks in the house.

This guy has so many tricks!

"Damn it! The target is dead."

At this time, Carlos, who was completely awake, rushed to O'Connor to check.

Unfortunately, he was still a step too late.

"It seems that the target of the bomb is this guy..."