Crisis Management Game

"Ahem..."

Mio Ito coughed twice, and the blood-red finger marks on her delicate neck were clearly visible, but she didn't even blink. She just glanced at the silent Abe Shigemoto and sneered, "Hey Yokoyama, I'm sorry." I told you that the strength of this Xia Kingdom special policeman is far from ordinary. If you didn’t succeed this time, I’m afraid you won’t find such an excellent opportunity again next time!”

Abe Shigemoto's pupils shrank suddenly.

"Yokoyama Ga" is his real real name. It has not been used for a long time since that incident, but this is not the point. Ito Mio's current tone made him feel a murderous intention coming out of thin air behind him, like The cold needles pricked his flesh, sending chills down his spine.

However, Abe Shigemoto was not a good person. He put his right leg up, looked out the window as if he was ignoring it, and said coldly.

"I never give reasons for failure. Next time, I won't let him leave alive."

"Hehehe, this is the right thing, my chairman!"

Amidst the weird laughter, Mio Ito returned to her previous yandere-like appearance.

"Chen Zhiyu, Gu Ji, did you find anything over there?"

"Team Leader Shi, I noticed something wrong in the nearby commercial center. It seems that many tourists are running out!"

Seeing that the gathering time was approaching, Shi Zhengmin asked one last question. Unexpectedly, Chen Zhiyu actually found the clue.

Gu Ji was very close to her, and when he turned a corner, he saw Chen Zhiyu standing at the entrance of the alley, wearing administrative professional attire.

Just as this girl said, there were indeed many people in the alley running away in panic.

"careful!"

In the panic scene, a black shadow suddenly appeared from the alley at an extremely fast speed.

In an instant, Gu Ji's legs exploded, he rushed forward and pushed Chen Zhiyu to the ground, and then quickly rolled to the side.

The next second, the black shadow roared with a sharp engine, and ran over them from where they were just now. The moment they rushed into the road, with the heart-wrenching sound of tire friction, the rear of the car swung and disappeared. Go away, leaving only two dark figures behind.

"They actually carry crossbows on their backs!"

Chen Zhiyu raised his head from the ground, glanced at it, and then hurriedly took out his mobile phone to take a photo as evidence.

"This doesn't look like someone from the intelligence system!"

Gu Ji did not expect that a small fugitive arrest would not only involve intelligence personnel from various countries, but also top gang organizations such as Liangbenshe, as well as other mysterious forces.

Is his Unit 7472 so "charming"?

"Are you guys okay?"

At this time, Shi Zhengmin also hurried over.

Chen Zhiyu shook his head, and the three of them looked at each other and agreed to enter the alley to check.

Gu Ji swept his right hand, took out the pistol from the quick-draw holster on his waist, turned off the safety, and moved forward along the alleyway wall in the CQB short-distance chest-to-chest holding position.

Before he could reach the corner.

A strong smell of blood hit his nostrils, and at the same time there were bursts of painful moans.

Gu Ji immediately raised his fist, stopped, made a circle with the index finger and thumb of his left hand, and put it on the wrist of the right hand holding the gun, like handcuffs, then took out a grenade from his pocket and handed it to No. 2 Chen Zhiyu, who was sitting in the position, made a gun with his finger, and finally clasped it on his face.

Chen Zhiyu and he were from the same school, so of course he understood the meaning of his tactical sign language.

If you find an enemy, if he has a gun, throw mines immediately.

But when she saw what the grenade looked like, her expression suddenly changed.

Even Shi Zhengmin reacted.

As national security agents, the two of them naturally knew what it was: a foam grenade!

Three, two, one!

After the last hand signal fell, Gu Ji took a step forward and began to bend and move around the corner until a figure was exposed in his field of vision, "Don't move! Get down!!"

"Hey hey hey! Don't shoot, we are innocent!"

"Hiss! Don't shoot, we have already called the police..."

In the middle of the alley, in addition to several corpses lying in a pool of blood, there were also several dark-skinned foreigners. Two of them had been hit by an arrow in the buttocks and thighs and were being treated by their companions. Among them, there were also There was a face he knew very well: Vidi Daly!

"It's from India."

There is no doubt about Shi Zhengmin's professional ability. There were two to three hundred people in the conference room in the morning, and he could still recognize their identities at a glance.

"How could they move so fast?"

Chen Zhiyu murmured suspiciously, because in her opinion, the Indian intelligence agencies were inferior to these first-line superpowers in terms of intelligence technology and personnel quality. How could they be ahead of others for so long, unless a blind cat encounters them? Dead rat.

"Put down the gun and don't be nervous. We just arrived. These people were not killed by us, but by the two killers who ran away just now."

Vidi is the leader of this group of people, and his status should be equal to Shi Zhengmin.

Perhaps because he was afraid of the Beretta pistol in Gu Ji's hand, he had no choice but to explain briefly.

"Killer?"

Shi Zhengmin asked subconsciously, and Chen Zhiyu quickly showed him the photo he took.

Gu Ji couldn't help but feel worried.

Originally, he arranged for Vidi Dali to come over to prevent Liangbenshe from attacking Jiang Na and Wang Xueming.

Unexpectedly, a group of "Cheng Yaojin" suddenly appeared on the way.

"It seems that we are still a step too late."

Shi Zhengmin put down his cell phone and inspected the corpses, "All of these corpses were killed with one shot, but the Indian side only shot the legs. They were merciful. This shows that they were well prepared and did not want to make the matter a big deal. They are most likely the support team of 7472." , it’s wonderful to think of using crossbows as weapons..."

Obviously, Shi Zhengmin mistook these crossbow killers for 7472 people.

Just when Gu Ji was thinking about the true identity of this group of people.

The ghost server suddenly received new messages from Vidi and Jiang Na.

The former naturally reported to him the failure of the support mission.

The content of the latter message really shocked Gu Ji, and he almost couldn't suppress the expression on his face.

Hans Country, HELG Chemical Group, Hausen Hermann!

When these three labels are put together, it is hard not to remind Gu Ji of the character he played in the World War II factory level: Herman!

At that time, he also searched for relevant information about Herman on the Internet, but unfortunately there was no valuable information. In addition, the ghost server showed that the character was "dead" and the connection could not be established. Gu Ji never thought about it again. .

He never expected that he would be involved with Hermann’s descendants again!

Judging from the news that Jiang Na brought about Hausen Hermann's desire to cooperate with Unit 7472, it is very likely that when she possessed the old Hermann, her obsession was too deep, which subtly affected the character's thinking and passed it on to his descendants.

Such as Volut, such as Unit 7472.

In fact, the fact that Barron easily got in touch with Yassen proves that as long as the character himself is trained and has strong logical thinking ability, it is easy to discover the irrational factors in himself through "game hypnosis" and misunderstand the game. The model that gives them abilities is used as a training method for a mysterious organization.

It is obvious, whether it is the dead Herman or the current Yassen.

Everyone knows that the factory explosions in World War II and the Mexican air crash were definitely not solved by themselves!

And Troop 7472;

It was the first mysterious organization that Haosen verified for old Herman!

"I didn't expect that after going round and round, I still came back."

To this day, Gu Ji still feels surprised. He always feels that the characters he has possessed seem to have been carefully selected by the game. They always appear in his life trajectory and play a key role. effect.

Take this international counter-terrorism summit for example.

He expected that the PM might take action and that Jiang Na would be in danger, but he did not expect that the insider in the Japanese Cabinet Intelligence Office would be so decisive and ruthless, and even Abe Shigemoto of Liangbenshe would be involved.

If Hausen Hermann hadn't intervened with his men, I'm afraid the situation might have overturned this time.

"Captain Shi, the federal police are here."

Chen Zhiyu reminded him, interrupting Gu Ji's deep thoughts.

Shi Zhengmin pondered slightly, "Since the target has disappeared, let's stop the action here. Gu Ji, throw away the gun first."

"yes."

Gu Ji put the Beretta in his hand on the ground and announced Herman's information to Jiang Na and Wang Xueming.

"Patry Hermann, 29th Armored Division of the Hans Army, Iron Cross 2nd Class, rank of Staff Sergeant... It turns out that you are the descendants of members of Unit 7472!"

In the luxurious extended Hummer SUV, Jiang Na and Wang Xueming looked at the character information on the mobile phone screen, finally relaxed and put down their guard.

"What! Is my grandfather really a member of your organization?"

Asot exclaimed with his eyes wide open, and couldn't wait to get up and get closer, "I'm sorry, please allow me to be rude, can you let me take a look?"

This time, Howson did not stop his son's gaffe.

Because his eyes were also full of shock.

For more than forty years, as long as he could remember, old Herman had been by his bedside, telling him about the bizarre events he encountered when he was young. Now, he finally solved the mystery in his father's heart!

"Father, look!"

Asot only glanced at it for a few times before handing the phone to Haosen.

Seeing the photo of old Herman when he was young again, Haosen couldn't help but feel a soreness on the tip of his nose. All the information mentioned above was correct without exception.

You must know that during the time of old Hermann, the Iron Cross was already in widespread use. Even if you wanted to find it on the list, it would be very difficult. Not to mention, the honor of his father's sergeant rank had offended ordinary SS soldiers. It was not implemented, and I simply gave up on retiring later.

This kind of private information is absolutely impossible to find out unless you have experienced it personally.

"Thank you, thank you for helping my father and giving him a wonderful life!"

"father……"

Asot looked at his father helplessly, choked with sobs, sat on the chair, bowed his head to Jiang Na and Wang Xueming and thanked him, his heart was shocked for the nth time today.

Even the face of bodyguard Leon was slightly moved.

You know, Hausen Hermann is currently the helmsman of the Hermann family, one of the first-tier wealthy families in Hans Country, and the HELG Chemical in his hands is one of the top chemical companies in Europe.

Such a giant boss who can cause shock by stomping his feet in the European business world is now bowing his head and thanking two unknown people.

Jiang Na and Wang Xueming looked at each other awkwardly.

They don't know how to answer because they know too little about Unit 7472.

Who would have thought that such a European giant was also a member of 7472, including Vidhi Daly, who had just helped them. After reading the character introduction, we learned that he was actually a core figure in the Indian cabinet and the prime minister.

terrible.

The century-old history of 7472 is really not a lie.

Wang Xueming was shocked and excited at the same time. He was once again grateful that he had embraced such a thigh. Fortunately, when the order was given, he did not refuse.

"Mr. Haosen, you're welcome. It's 7472 that made your father a success. It has nothing to do with us. On the contrary, we want to thank you for your assistance this time."

"Yep……"

Wang Xueming didn't have much education. Fortunately, Jiang Na had always worked in the government department, so he agreed with her.

"We help each other. Without you, I wouldn't know my father's identity."

Haosen is not pretending to be pandering.

But saving the chlorine gas explosion in the factory was indeed the thing that old Herman was most proud of in his life, far more than any of his war achievements.

He had heard his father tell it countless times since he was a child. Until his death, when old Herman mentioned it, his eyes still showed satisfaction and pride.

That's why when he grows up, he will inherit the will of old Herman, always target Volut, and secretly train mercenaries to investigate mysterious organizations.

"Boss, there are federal police ahead."

Unknowingly, they had arrived near the highway entrance and exit. Through the car window, they could see that the entrance and exit had been blocked by the police. All passing vehicles must get out of the car and undergo inspection.

Facing the heavily armed Romanian federal police, Jiang Na and Wang Xueming subconsciously reached for their waists almost at the same time.

"Don't worry, you two, just leave it to my father to handle it."

While Asot was speaking, Hausen had already taken out his mobile phone and dialed a number. They only exchanged a few words. In the blink of an eye, a federal police chief came over and cleared the obstacles for them with his head bowed. It was easy to get through without even lowering the window.

"Leave Bucharest and arrive at the port of Constanta. I will arrange for you to leave the country on my merchant ship. As for your wanted status, I will try to find someone to help you eliminate it."

"Then I'm sorry to trouble you, Mr. Howson!"

Jiang Na didn't expect that the trouble would be solved like this.

But she herself was forced to fight back. Thinking of this, she wished she could skin Haruma Moriyama with her own hands right now! !

"Help me check the license plate number. In Romania, it's HLEG01..."

Next to the entrance to the highway, in a black Citroen car, Jin Zhijiu was half lying on the driver's seat, looking at Haosen's stretched Hummer while hanging up the phone.

Because he was related to Jiang Youzhen's father and accompanied him to the meeting, he was not an intelligence officer.

Therefore, the official actions of the National Intelligence Service will naturally not involve him.

But for him, this was an opportunity.

In Jin Zhijiu's eyes, those who pursue fugitives from Japanese intelligence agencies may seem smart, but in fact they are just "reckless men".

Everyone knows that the fugitive was probably the member of 7472 who killed the Platinum Star cruise ship.

Since it was Troop 7472, how could he be caught so easily?

They dared to directly invade the "International Anti-Terrorism Conference" and live broadcast it publicly around the world. How could they not have the corresponding preparations and personnel to respond?

Therefore, Jin Zhijiu came to the highway entrance closest to Constanta Port and waited.

In the end, he really found out the clues.

After a while, he finally received a text message from his subordinate, "HELG Chemical, Hausen Hermann, it seems that 7472 has a lot of power, ranging from technical hackers to tactical agents to business tycoons. It's interesting!"

The corners of Jin Zhijiu's mouth raised slightly.

Jiang Youzhen’s AM Electronics Group also has a chemical industry.

Then start with HELG Chemical and find a way to get in touch with 7472...

…

"okay, I get it."

United States, Los Angeles, in the living room of a luxury mansion in Beverly Hills, a middle-aged man is sitting on a wicker chair with brown Italian handmade leather shoes on his feet and a white high-end suit with a pink shirt underneath. , the short hair is neatly combed, and the long oval face is wearing a pair of silver-rimmed glasses. He looks very elegant, like the fried chicken brother in "Breaking Bad".

He put down his cell phone, picked up a chess piece, and clicked.

"The Romanian operation failed, so be it, next time you do it yourself."

"Yes, boss."

Opposite the chessboard, sat a man wearing a brown-green undershirt, linen outdoor trousers, and LOWA tactical boots. His muscular body, as well as the scars and bullet marks on his exposed forearm, further proved that he was a well-rounded man. A "battlefield veteran" who has been through fire and bullets.

His answering voice was unusually cold and slightly dull.

This is because the man’s head is wearing a pair;

Black hood! !