Crisis Management Game

"God, how could this happen..."

Yassen's eyes widened subconsciously.

He has been staying in Brasilia during this period, so he naturally knows very well what is happening in the country.

Originally, the First Deputy Senate President Viana, who openly opposed PM's investment in building an arms factory, was killed, and PM Company was the biggest suspect.

However, Congress recently revived the proposal, seemingly intending to promote cooperation between the two parties, causing public dissatisfaction.

Now, people hold placards in opposition every day in front of the Capitol.

At such a tense juncture, if the news of Kelby's death were to be revealed, it would definitely cause outrage across the country and even trigger public riots without even thinking about it!

"Chief Sulik, that Kelbi is..."

"Died from a drug overdose."

Their eyes met, and there was obvious anger in Sulik's eyes. "But we checked his social background and found that the deceased had never been exposed to drugs before his death. Even his family and friends did not believe that he was taking drugs..."

"Murder?"

"I asked the first witness and he said that he had seen gang members operating near the crime scene. But when I wanted to investigate in depth, I always encountered various obstacles and pressure. I suspected that someone above did not want us. Keep checking."

"To be able to get involved in the federal police headquarters, the background is definitely not small."

Yassen looked far away.

The first thing that comes to mind is Congress.

Thinking back to the Congress’s hasty proposal to build factories for foreign arms dealers after Viana’s death, it is obvious that someone is “taking care” of PM Company. If the proposal is to be passed smoothly, it must first reduce the impact of public opinion. Then PM Company must think Do whatever you can to erase the negative information...

Sulik obviously also saw what Yasen was thinking, his eyes were already gloomy.

"The deputy chief hopes to get to the bottom of it and uproot the mastermind behind it, but our federal police's target is too big now. Old Muller recommended you to me, Antony Yassen, who has served as a major officer of the Jungle Expeditionary Force and a BOPE special police officer. The commander of the fifth tactical company of the army, he personally took down the notorious drug gang 'Red Command' before retiring, and he has rich experience in both tactics and criminal investigation."

"Mr. Mueller just likes me better."

Yassen said politely.

Mueller was the sergeant when he was in the BOPE force, but now he has retired and is enjoying his old age.

The two had worked together for seventeen years, and it was precisely because of a phone call from the old police chief that he came to the federal police headquarters in the middle of the night to meet with Chief Sulik, who was in charge of the criminal investigation department in the capital.

"Old Muller's vision is never wrong."

Sulik narrowed his eyes, "I will give you a list of BOPE troops. You can choose whoever you want. You will be the captain of the special operations team. You will be responsible for me alone. You will secretly track down the death of the deputy speaker and Kelby. The truth, no matter who is involved behind the scenes, as long as there is evidence in hand, they will be severely punished!"

"good."

Yassen answered very simply.

After working in the military and police force for so many years, being able to join BOPE naturally has no room for crime in my eyes.

Furthermore, he also wanted to take this opportunity to use the capabilities of the federal police headquarters to investigate the escaped Riddle.

That's right.

After the plane crash in Mexico.

This guy Riddle has already disappeared. According to his investigation and relationship intelligence network in Mexico, he learned that this kid probably changed a false identity and sneaked into Brazil to take refuge.

Therefore, Yassen canceled the recent recording of the Discovery Channel program and has been tracking down the other party in the capital Brasilia.

But after all, Riddle once helped a major American arms dealer to do dirty work, and he was very cunning.

So much so that he hasn't been caught yet.

Yassen always believed that as long as he could catch Riddle, he might be able to uncover the truth about why he was able to save the crash, and which organization was behind it!

…

"Fake! The rain finally stopped!"

Barron was sitting in a rented car, drinking juice, looking up at the blue sky outside the windshield, and cursing.

Since the top management of PM Company has been staying in the luxury hotel, there are bodyguards everywhere, and there is no chance of penetration.

In the past few days, he has been tracking the movements of PM Company's mercenaries.

I don’t know where this guy got into 7472, so I have to keep an eye on it.

However, the longer he followed, the more he realized the terrifying power of this company.

Not to mention the group of professional mercenary killers who were chasing him in New York, just to dare to kill the most powerful second-ranking figure in the Senate in a foreign country, Brazil, is already an exaggeration.

Even the local gangsters were brought into submission.

He was even willing to go against the public opinion to frame and murder a digital blogger with millions of fans.

Is there really no law that can punish it?

the answer is:

Really not!

After the news about "Kirby's death from overdose" was exposed, no one believed it. They all believed that PM Company did it, because it was the only one with vested interests. Besides, who would follow a digital blogger? What about forming a deadly feud?

However, the police have only announced that gangsters committed the crime, and have not found any personnel from PM Company to be involved.

This behavior of "fooling children" by the government and law enforcement agencies has undoubtedly caused huge public resentment.

For a time, riots broke out in Brasilia.

In just one morning, while driving, Barron came across many police stations and government department offices with dirty water poured on them and windows smashed.

Not only that, there were many enthusiastic young people marching with banners on the road.

The intention is to force the police to reveal the truth.

After drinking the drink, just as Barron was about to open the car window and throw the garbage out, he suddenly felt a vague "rumbling" sound on the ground, as if there was an earthquake.

As a result, when I looked through the rearview mirror, I couldn't help but shuddered violently.

His eyes almost jumped out of their sockets.

A heavy armored vehicle painted with camouflage, carrying a machine gun, and several police officers wearing green and white camouflage combat uniforms, black helmets, gas masks, and holding LAR rifles were slowly approaching.

Behind it were several troop carriers, filled with police officers wearing the same green and white camouflage uniforms.

Some were armed with batons and riot shields, some were armed with grenade guns, and some were armed with submachine guns.

Barron immediately turned around and looked back. His eyes widened when he saw the words "BRECM" spray-painted on the side of the car.

But to be honest, he has been in Brazil for so long and has never seen this kind of police force. If it is a riot police, the logo on the police car should be "COE", and the size and equipment of the force in front of him are too big. It's also a bit too exaggerated, completely like an army.

"What is going on and why are so many troops gathering?"

"I heard that a group of thousands of people gathered in the suburbs of Palona and were marching towards the Three Powers Square. The patrol police could no longer stop them!"

"Uncle, do you know what this army is used for?"

Barron heard two people chatting in English on the side of the road.

One of the brown-haired curly men seemed to know more, so he came up and asked.

Unexpectedly, the other party really knew a lot: "Brazil's public security is responsible for the federal police, civil police, military police and city guard. This is the special situation and crowd control camp of the military police, which is a type of anti-riot force. , specifically responsible for suppressing riots and resistance!"

"Thank you uncle, may God bless you every day!"

As he was talking, Barron suddenly saw the group of mercenaries he was following driving out in a black SUV.

So he finished his sentence, hurried back to the car, and followed him.

He is on the right side of the explosion-proof special control unit, while the PM mercenaries are on the left side of the unit.

The three parties just walked along the main road towards the center of Brasilia.

Along the way, all the passing vehicles and passers-by on the street stopped to watch, and most of them took out their mobile phones to take pictures.

After all, it is rare in Brazilian history for the military police to engage in such violent warfare.

And as he gradually approached the city center.

Barron also vaguely heard the commotion. He turned around and saw a group of people from Wu Yangyang on the right side of the intersection, swaying the traffic and heading towards Sanquan Square.

The leading group of people had cloth strips with slogans tied to their foreheads and held up white banners in their hands, which read in eye-catching red paint: "PM Get Out of Brazil," "We Want the Truth," and "Return Kerby's Innocence." "etc.

Among them, many enthusiastic young people were holding sticks in their hands, and some even held lighters high.

There is a strong attitude of "if you don't agree, just start fighting"!

Plaza de Triomphe is the center of power in Brazil.

Around the square, there are political buildings such as the National Assembly Hall, the Supreme Court, and the Presidential Palace.

No wonder the government deploys military police forces.

If this group of people really stormed the Capitol, the country would be in complete chaos!

As the marchers approached, the traffic at the intersection was completely paralyzed.

Seeing the group of mercenaries getting out of the car, Barron also pulled over to the side of the car, grabbed a gray peaked cap and put it on his head, lowered the brim, and followed.

At this time, a middle-aged Brazilian police officer emerged from the leading armored vehicle. He held a loudspeaker and shouted at the parade at the intersection:

"Everyone, listen! Your behavior has seriously hindered public safety and traffic. Please retreat immediately! Disperse immediately! Don't go any further! Otherwise we will take coercive measures! Repeat, your..."

"Get out! Damn lackey!"

"Don't be afraid, everyone, we stand together, they don't dare to do anything to us!"

"Yes! Let's all come together. We will never stop until we reach the gate of the National Assembly!"

"God will never forgive you slaves who kneel before money!"

…

Although the middle-aged Brazilian police officer scolded them repeatedly, the people marching did not listen at all, especially after being instigated by the leaders, their emotions became even more excited.

Seeing that the situation is out of control.

The middle-aged police officer could only order the troops to forcibly stop him.

In an instant, all the explosion-proof police officers on the personnel carrier jumped out of the vehicle. Under the command of the captain in charge, they quickly gathered at the intersection. Those holding transparent explosion-proof shields stood at the front. There were three rows in total, leading to Sanquan Square. 250 meters of road is completely blocked.

Barron thought things would reach a stalemate at this point until the government intervened.

What he didn't expect was that the group of PM Company mercenaries he was following actually sneaked into the parade, and among them was a bearded man carrying a black backpack.

When approaching a middle-aged man holding a banner and wearing glasses.

The two exchanged glances with each other, and in the shadow of the team, they did not know what actions they were doing.

Including several other people nearby.

Barron scratched his head, feeling like his CPU was about to burn out.

Because he discovered that all the people contacted by the PM mercenaries were, without exception, the same ones who had just taken the lead in inciting the emotions of the parade!

Could it be that……

At this time, the distance between the two parties is getting closer and closer.

Seeing that they were less than 50 meters away from the riot-proof troops holding shields, the parade suddenly stopped. The man with glasses who had been making small moves with the PM mercenaries suddenly stood up, holding a brick in his hand, and walked straight towards the riot-proof police. Rush away.

"Stop! What are you carrying in your hand? Stop immediately! Otherwise I will order the shooting!"

"Stop it now!!"

Seeing the man walking halfway, he suddenly threw the brick in his hand and hit the shield of the riot police.

After all, the policemen holding rifles in the rear did not dare to shoot.

After all, in such a tense and serious scene right now, if you make a mistake, it is likely to cause a disaster!

With the man in glasses taking the lead, the other "internal agents" who had taken the PM mercenaries' belongings also threw out the items they had prepared, including rocks, clothes, fruits, and even dog feces.

"What the hell is PM Company doing? The more it drives a wedge between the two sides, the less conducive it will be to the approval of the proposal to build the factory?"

Just when Barron was confused.

Suddenly, in the chaos, a black package was thrown out, landing right under the shield of the riot police.

One of the policemen put his shield over his head and tried to squat down to check the package.

But when he opened the zipper, his expression suddenly changed:

"Run! It's a bomb!!"

“Boom—!”

There was a loud noise, and the black package exploded like thunder.

Immediately afterwards, a strong explosion shock wave came in the air. It rapidly expanded outward at an alarming speed, triggering a violent wind and throwing away all the surrounding policemen holding riot shields. Countless shields and batons, It flew into the air, like dumplings, and scattered all over the ground.

Even Barron, who was standing more than ten meters away watching the show, felt a strong wind blowing against his face.

The people in the parade were even more confused.

As civilians, they had never seen such a scene before. The moment the explosion sounded, many people collapsed on the ground, and a few timid people were so scared that they peed their pants!

"There are explosives! Everyone retreat! Keep a safe distance! Gas team, use strong methods to drive them away immediately!!"

"yes!"

Fortunately, the bomb was not too powerful, and the middle-aged police officer quickly adjusted his team and gave the order.

In an instant, the unaffected rear policemen with shields immediately came up from both sides and began to cover each other, pulling the wounded back. In the center of the team, a group of teams holding similar grenade launchers jumped out quickly, lined up in a line, and Pointed the gun at the parade.

"three two……"

"He, what are they going to do?"

"They are going to shoot and kill people! Everyone, run away!!"

"One! Release!!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang..."

The next second, everyone pulled the trigger at the same time, and several black objects suddenly sprayed out from the fist-thick muzzle and fell in the center of the parade.

At this moment, the people who had been frightened to death were running back desperately.

Along with the sound of "chichichi", countless black objects began to spray gray gas wildly outwards. Those who inhaled the smoke had tears and runny noses running, covering their chests and coughing violently.

It's a tear gas gun!