Crisis Management Game

It looks a lot like a line of barcode.

The man in black hat picked up the encrypted computer from the bushes and did not open it. He just took a brief look at the appearance and then carried it back to the car.

After a while, the vehicle restarted and disappeared near the garbage disposal center.

…

Gu Ji kept hearing "Barron" coming downstairs from Building 24 in Midtown Manhattan, and the live broadcast ended.

It was difficult for him to tell through the sound how "Barron" obtained the [Poison Needle Trap] mine and recovered the mysterious computer.

This made him curious.

The items rewarded by the mission goal may be obtained by the possessed person from the surrounding environment through patching, but the two items he proposed are difficult to transfer in reality.

Unless the game has "official staff" who are personally responsible for the delivery and recovery of special items.

That means...

There is someone behind the game!

Gu Ji was so frightened by this idea that his heart thumped.

This group of people can't be from Volut company, right? Could his father's death be related to this group of people? Could they already know my identity?

Countless questions appeared in his mind.

But he quickly rejected the first two questions.

According to normal logic, official personnel will definitely know the player's account identity information. If they are really from Volut, why should they keep themselves alive until now since they can follow the clues and do whatever they can to get rid of their father?

And as a game official, our stance should be neutral.

Otherwise the game itself would be unfair.

"This "Crisis Management Game" hides too many secrets..."

Gu Ji rubbed his temples and exited the closed live broadcast room.

In Passion Fruit's work area, the latest parody video has received more than 300,000 comments, almost all of which are messages urging him to start a live broadcast. However, some friends have found the official streaming media from the official website of the New York Daily News. live streaming.

He remembered the media helicopter during the first round.

Click on the official website of the Daily News, and sure enough, there is a high-altitude shot of the final level being broadcast live:

Times Square bomb hostage-taking!

With the live broadcast, Gu Ji can more intuitively see the difference between AI copying and his own actions.

The former is obviously more efficient. Except for key information dialogues, the "Barron" controlled by the game's AI will hardly say any unnecessary nonsense, and there will be no small moves. If there is no action, it will stay where it is, and if there is action, it will execute decisively and quickly. , the whole process was as calm as a precise machine.

Until the end of the game.

Gu Ji brought the phone screen close to him, squinted his eyes, and stared at "Barron" in the screen carefully, trying to confirm his previous guess about the possessed person.

But because the New York Daily News cameras used ultra-telephoto lenses to record, some facial expression details were difficult to capture.

Most importantly, he couldn't hear the live conversation.

new work time.

Barron stood there for a moment, and watched helplessly as the blond woman outside the cordon disappeared into the crowd of onlookers in the distance.

"So, your email is most likely sent by McClain. I will send someone to find her right now. This information is very important to me. I will leave the phone with me for the time being. Tell me the password, and then follow I’ll go back to the FBI and make a detailed transcript!”

Jillian read through the evidence in the email, took a deep breath, and spoke seriously.

But after waiting for a moment, Barron did not respond.

She raised her head and looked at the other person standing there, thinking deeply and frowning, looking very confused and painful.

"What’s wrong with you?"

"I, I'm fine..."

Barron stumbled, obviously a little distracted.

Because he had already been frightened by what was happening in front of him.

"Fake, I'm just a street gangster who wants to make some pocket money with that Xia Guo anchor. How could I get involved in so much trouble! These damn police..."

Barron's head felt like a ball of mush at this time.

He followed Gillian in the police car in a daze, and on the way to the FBI's New York branch, he finally sorted out the entire process that happened this morning.

Live broadcast, find bombs, defuse bombs, escape, rescue hostages...

God, I can’t believe I can accomplish these things!

Barron rubbed his hair vigorously. Fortunately, he still had the chemistry knowledge his mother taught him in his memory, as well as the Marine Corps books in his uncle's cabinet, which barely allowed him to survive such a horrific incident.

Of course, the most proud of it.

It was the escape skills he had developed over the years on the block and through daily dealings with the state police.

Otherwise, someone would have caught me today!

"Now that Dizard is dead, I have become the hero who saved New York again. Hundreds of thousands of people watched the live broadcast. Why don't I just stop doing it and take over from Passion Fruit as the anchor?"

Barron turned his curly hair on his forehead, his eyes rolled, and he had an idea in his mind.

But in the blink of an eye, he was poured cold water on him.

Because he thought of the security guards at Volut's New York branch!

Don't forget, he managed to escape from those people's hands with great difficulty. Volut still doesn't know his identity. If he started live broadcasting at this time, wouldn't he take the initiative to send people to his door to hunt him down?

And that Marine Colonel Saeva.

The evidence in his cell phone could kill this old fox. Although he didn't take the initiative to report it, the other party would definitely not let him go easily.

The most important thing is that there is a mysterious organization code-named 7472 secretly staring at him.

The shootout at the Volut R\u0026D Center was based on the mysterious landmine given to him by the organization.

To this day, he can't forget the scene where the security personnel went crazy after the landmine exploded. This weapon was so weird that it might have been studied by aliens!

"No, I have to find an opportunity to escape as soon as possible..."

Barron's long-term experience of living on the streets without a father or mother made him realize that this incident was not something he, an ordinary person, could get involved in.

Whether it's the FBI, the New York Police, Volut, or Codename: 7472.

He wanted no part of it.

Survival is the real thing, everything else is fucking fake!

The live broadcast of the New York Daily News ended when the police cars were evacuated. Gu Ji exited the webpage and never saw any special reaction from "Barron" in the screen.

But watching the live broadcast was not in vain, at least it can be concluded that "Crisis Management Game" is maintained by official personnel.

This piece of intelligence information is very important.

It may even affect Gu Ji's subsequent cognition and actions.

"Due to the Colonel Saeva incident, Volut has exposed its tail in front of the FBI. Now it's up to Jillian to find out how far she can go and whether she can dig out the real secrets hidden by this company..."

Gu Ji deleted the software one by one and turned around to study the level rewards for this round.

Counting the 1 point from the system reward for finding the bug and the 3 points for recovering the mysterious computer in the game, he has now received a total of 29.7 crisis points.

Although it seems like a lot, Gu Ji now needs 9 crisis points to advance to a level.

He hesitated for a moment, but gritted his teeth and took out most of it to upgrade.

【Do you want to spend 19 points to upgrade to level 9? 】

【yes! 】

With a flash of white light, Gu Ji's attribute panel was refreshed, and there were six more available points at the bottom. The most important thing was that he got a new mark slot.

Looking at the current attributes, every time the central nervous system is strengthened, the waiting time is almost forty days.

The time shortening obtained by supplementing large amounts of nutrients alone is really limited.

This is forcing me to top up money...

If eating to reduce time is equivalent to watching ads and prostitution for free, then charging money in the game is equivalent to spending attribute points to strengthen the digestive system.

Forced to have no choice, Gu Ji decided to increase his immunity by 1 this time and strengthen his digestive system a little more. The time shortening effect brought about by this was just enough to meet his current rhythm of entering the level once a month.

Character: Gu Ji

Level: Level 9

Central nervous system: 18.1+0.5

Skeletal muscle movement: 16.5+0.5

Cardiovascular circulation: 14.9+1

Sense organs: 14.6+1

Digestive system: 11.7+2

Immunity: 12.2

Current remaining reinforcement points: 0

Mark Slot: Reaction Improvement (Medium), Fighting Specialization (Small), Hearing Improvement (Small), Risk Judgment Improvement (Small), Empty

Looking at the remaining strengthening time displayed on the central nervous system [797 hours, 34 minutes and 12 seconds], Gu Ji nodded with satisfaction.

Sure enough, there is never such a thing as "wasting money".

Once the recharge arrives, the effect is immediate.

So he focused on the skill research system.

On the other side, New York, USA.

Two assault vehicles covered an FBI explosion-proof police car as it slowly drove into the parking lot of the FBI's New York branch.

Ever since Jiang Songyuan was transferred to Ethiopia and was assassinated on the way, Jillian began to pay attention to witness protection. Especially since this bombing case had a very deep background, she did not dare to be negligent in the slightest.

When she arrived at the downstairs of the branch, she quickly arranged for a fat detective to bring Barron into the building, and repeatedly asked:

"I'm going to contact the Naval Criminal Investigative Service now to confirm the authenticity of this evidence. You first make a transcript for Barron, and then find a place for him to stay. Don't let him go. He still has Some secrets are very important to me, and we will tell you everything when I come back!"

"Don't worry, sir!"

The fat detective raised his chest and raised his head to show that he was reliable.

After Jillian and Jamie left, the fat detective walked into the investigation room and poured Barron a glass of water. His young colleague opened his laptop and started recording the conversation.

Although this is Barron's first time in the FBI, it is not his first time in the police department.

Therefore, I have long been familiar with these police interview procedures. When the fat detective asked him, he would answer, and he would not mention any extra information, so that he could get rid of all the unnecessary information.

The entire transcript was written down as if this guy had never participated in the case.

If the fat detective hadn't witnessed this kid's behavior at the Times Square attack scene, he might have been deceived by him.

"Just relax and answer truthfully. Since we have learned that you are not a suspect in the bombing and that you were coerced by the main perpetrator, we will not prosecute you in the federal court, but you must tell us everything you did during the case. , otherwise it will be suspected of obstructing FBI law enforcement and case handling!"

"Sir, could you please give me a cigarette?"

Barron tried to distract the agents.

The fat man's eyelids twitched. Even though the other party was underage, but thinking that this guy was an important witness that the superior had repeatedly urged, he still gave his colleague a look, took out a cigarette from his pocket, and handed it to the other party.

After lighting it, Barron took a deep breath.

Slowly blowing out a smoke ring, he began to tell the two people some information about the Volut R\u0026D center.

No way, FBI agents are not as easy to fool as state police.

He has to talk about something practical.

In Barron's mind, the ranking of power status is: Codename: 7472\u003eMarine Corps Colonel\u003eVolut Company, and the first and third are still hostile.

That's why he was the first to reveal what he discovered in Volut.

In this way, even if the latter comes to trouble him, he can at least ask the mysterious force code-named: 7472 to come forward to help.

etc……

As Barron spoke, he blew out a smoke ring and suddenly discovered a very serious problem:

He has no idea how to contact 7472!

"Keep talking!"

When the fat detective saw Barron stopped mid-sentence, he urged him impatiently.

Barron felt something was wrong and hurriedly put out the cigarette butt.

"Well, sir, can I go to the toilet first? I really can't hold it in any longer!"

"Fine."

The fat detective raised his wrist and looked at the time. He stood up and took Barron into the bathroom at the corner of the first floor. Then he said, "Hurry up and I'll wait for you outside the bathroom!"

"Thank you, sir."

Barron pretended to thank him, and then quickly glanced at the structural layout of the men's room.

That's right.

The purpose of his going to the toilet was to escape.

Now that "Codename: 7472" cannot be contacted, it means that he is completely alone now. He has to face the revenge of Colonel Saeva, the pursuit of Volut, and the terrorist assistant named McClain. Threatening, maybe even the FBI to find trouble with him.

If you don't run away at this time, wouldn't you be waiting to be killed?

But Barron walked around and couldn't find a way to escape. Although the FBI branch toilet had a window, there was a layer of steel anti-theft net outside. Even if the window was opened, he couldn't get out.

Time passed by minute by minute.

Barron became more and more anxious. He raised his head and looked at the air outlet of the central fresh air system on the roof. A bunch of quick reaction judgments and anti-reconnaissance escape techniques suddenly came to his mind.

The next moment, he got into the toilet without hesitation.

He stepped on the water tank and pushed open the air outlet partition, then got in with both hands, turned around and reinstalled the partition, and hid it on the bathroom roof.

About two minutes later.

The fat detective seemed to be anxious. As he walked into the toilet, he shouted: "Isn't it finished yet?"

Barron covered his mouth and nose, afraid of making any noise.

The fat detective also noticed something was wrong and hurriedly opened all the toilet doors, only to find that they were all empty.

"Damn it!"

He gritted his teeth and cursed, remembering what Gillian had repeatedly told him, and hurriedly ran out to ask the nearby detectives if they had seen Barron.

And this guy had been waiting on the roof for four or five minutes. After confirming that the fat agent would not go back to the bathroom, he jumped down again along the air outlet.

He carefully walked to the sink at the door, took off his outer white shirt to reveal the white T-shirt underneath, washed his face briefly with water, combed his hair again, and walked out of the bathroom in a swagger.

The office lobby on the first floor outside the door.

The FBI agents are all anxiously processing the documents at hand. Because of the bombing in New York this morning, they have no time to talk to Barron. What's more, this kid has a swagger and greets everyone enthusiastically. He is also very It's hard to suspect that he's trying to escape.

that's all.

Barron left the FBI branch building easily. After exiting the door, he quickly changed his face, turned around and fled to a nearby alley!