Crisis Management Game

"Mayne? Why are you here!!"

Carlos stared in disbelief. The next second, he stood up suddenly and was about to pounce, but the two policemen in custody held his shoulders down. No matter how hard he resisted, it was in vain.

At this moment, the whites of his eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes, and the corners of his eyes were severely impacted. His eyes were full of resentment and dissatisfaction, like a wounded beast, staring at Mayne.

"Oh, my dear deputy minister, please don't look at me like this, I'm here to help you!"

"help me?"

After hearing the last few words, Carlos immediately regained his composure and asked suspiciously: "How can you help me? I'm being harmed by you now. Mr. President will never let me go!"

"I have a way. You will know when you get there!"

Mayne did not answer him directly, but left a mysterious smile.

For a moment, Carlos's brain began to work rapidly.

As the deputy director of the Intelligence Bureau, Mayne was able to board this federal police escort vehicle, which itself had problems.

Maybe even the two policemen next to him, and even the driver, were from the Intelligence Bureau.

Brazil’s intelligence system has two agencies.

They are the Joint Police Bureau, which belongs to the government, and the Intelligence Bureau, which belongs to the Ministry of Defense.

Although the two are independent of each other, the latter is far higher-level than the former in terms of intelligence operations.

In other words, if the Intelligence Bureau is really determined to save him, it can avoid the supervision of the president and the federal police. The simplest solution is to change his passport identity and leave the country smuggled out.

"It seems like this guy has some conscience."

Mayne was promoted by him. Thinking of this, Carlos suddenly lost a lot of anger and began to fantasize about his life after leaving the country.

Half an hour passed.

The surrounding road conditions were getting worse and worse, and the car was swaying left and right, which made Carlos very uncomfortable. He asked impatiently, "Mayne! How long will it take for us to arrive!"

"Right away, my Lord Deputy Minister."

"Open my handcuffs first, it's too uncomfortable!"

"It's right in front!"

Just when Carlos asked Mayne to help him unlock the handcuffs, suddenly Mayne raised his hand and pointed forward, and the driver also stepped on the brakes and slowed down slowly.

After a while, the tailgate of the car was opened.

Carlos raised his hand to block the sun, jumped out of the car, and looked around. He was surrounded by weeds half as tall as a man, and it was completely an uninhabited wasteland. "Mayne, this is..."

Halfway through his words, the sound of a vehicle's engine suddenly came from afar.

A black Range Rover stopped in front of them.

A bodyguard came down from the co-pilot and opened the door for the back seat. A middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes with gray hair walked towards them with his head held high and a bit of the aura of a superior.

Carlos was completely stunned.

Because the person in front of him is the Acting President of the Senate of the Brazilian Congress: Patrich, who is also one of the most powerful people in Brazilian politics. Especially after the murder of the First Deputy Senate President Viana, no one can compare with him. Competition, completely controlling the Brazilian Congress, and even directly impeaching the president!

"Mr. Speaker, how do you..."

"Mayne, why did you choose such a bad place?"

Facing Carlos's inquiry, Patrich acted as if he didn't hear it at all. He scolded Mayne, took out his handkerchief, and pretended to wipe the mud-stained leather shoes.

"I'm very sorry, Mr. Speaker, it was my inconsideration, but this area is the only location near the airport that is not monitored by federal police."

While explaining with a smile, Mayne quickly grabbed the handkerchief from Patrick's hand, squatted down, and wiped his shoes.

Carlos was completely confused.

It wasn't until Patrice's sharp eyes pierced him straight that he finally realized something was wrong.

"Carlos, I thought you were just incompetent, but I didn't expect you had no brains at all, and you couldn't even handle a small private organization..."

At the end of the sentence, he didn't even bother to talk any more and just waved his hand.

The two detaining police officers immediately raised their legs, kicked Carlos in the knees, and pushed him to the ground. One of the police officers even pulled out the pistol from his waist.

Carlos shuddered when he heard the sound of the mechanical spring being loaded.

"You, you want to kill me? Damn it! I am the Deputy Minister of Defense. If you dare to do this, Mr. President will not let you go!!"

"Hahaha, do you think the president will know?"

After polishing his shoes, Mayne stood up and looked at Carlos pitifully, "Outsiders will only know that you tried to snatch the police gun and injured a policeman during the escort. Your colleagues were forced to fight back and shot you to death on the spot!"

"boom!"

As he finished speaking, a gunshot rang out, and the policeman actually shot himself in the shoulder.

Carlos was so frightened that he trembled violently. He looked at the police officer's shoulders that were instantly stained with blood. His heartbeat was beating like a drum. Sweat fell from his forehead and dripped on his hands. It was as if his soul had been sucked out of his whole body.

"No! Don't kill me! Mr. Speaker, if you keep me, I will be like him and work for you wholeheartedly. I, the Deputy Minister of Defense, will definitely be more useful than his little Deputy Director!"

He suppressed the fear in his heart, stretched out his trembling hand, pointed at Mayne, and begged Patrick for mercy.

You know, Brazil is the only country in North and South America that does not implement the death penalty. Even if he is caught, he will only be sentenced to life imprisonment at most, instead of losing his life like now.

But the other party didn't even look at him, he just smiled sarcastically.

"Mayne is much smarter than this fool like you."

That's right.

The moment Troop 7472 invaded the international anti-terrorism conference, Mayne knew that he was in trouble. When Carlos returned from Romania, all the crimes would be pinned on him.

Therefore, in order to protect himself, Mayne had no choice but to find the PM company that bought him.

Unexpectedly, PM Company actually helped him contact the Acting Speaker of the Senate.

No wonder that even after Viana was killed, the arms proposal was still quickly passed. It turned out that PM had bribed Patrick early on.

"Don't talk nonsense to him. You have already deviated from the preset route for more than half an hour. In another eight minutes, the federal police will chase you."

The bodyguard who had been standing by Patrick's side spoke coldly.

Another policeman nodded, took out his pistol, and shot Carlos in the head with a single shot as he screamed for mercy.

Watching the moment when blood splattered.

Mayne's eyelids twitched.

He secretly took a look at Patrick and found that the other party didn't even blink.

Until now, when he recalled the "silence" order he heard from the other party, he couldn't help but feel chills running down his spine. The dignified Deputy Minister of Defense would kill whenever he asked, so what else could Patrick not dare to do?

I really don’t know whether I was right or wrong in taking this boat.

"Let's go, get in the car."

Patrick waved his hands in disgust.

Entering the car, Mayne lowered his head respectfully, like an obedient dog, "Mr. Speaker, from today on, I, Mayne Cotton, will only obey your orders!"

"Um."

Patrick pondered slightly, took out his handkerchief, and seemed to be wiping the blood splattered on his hands, "You should feel lucky for your choice today. The energy behind me is something you can never imagine."

"You mean PM Company?"

Mayne bravely asked.

"Hehehe, PM Company is just one of them."

At this point, Patrick's eyes flashed with fanaticism, "You are just helping me now. You don't need to know too much, you just need to remember one sentence."

"Speaker, please speak."

The next second, Patrich made a fist with his right hand that had wiped away the blood spots, and put it on the left side of his chest with a "pop".

"May the glory of mankind last forever!!"

…

After returning from Romania, because Shi Zhengmin was in a hurry to attend a meeting, Gu Ji and the others quickly transferred from Jingzhou and returned to Ningzhou. It was already three o'clock in the morning the next day.

He took a cab back to his apartment alone.

The moment he climbed into bed, the heavy fatigue and sleepiness directly destroyed his consciousness.

Even if it's early morning on the third day.

It took two rounds of the alarm clock to wake him up.

Patting his groggy head, Gu Ji still felt a little tired.

There was no way, since the beginning of the operation to Brazil, he had hardly had a good night's sleep. He was either fighting or on the way to continuous transfers.

Until now, he seemed to be able to hear the "rumble" of the aircraft engine.

But the class still has to go.

After washing up, Gu Ji took the subway and arrived at the Longhu Commando Team.

As soon as I entered the office, I heard a familiar exclamation.

"Yo! Look who's here!"

"Gu Ji? You are finally back!"

Zhou Yang spoke first, and then Li Yanan quickly came forward to greet him.

"Well, how have you been training these days?"

Gu Ji put down his briefcase and asked casually.

It can be seen that Li Yanan's gains in the past few days should be very good.

"It's very good. Many of the training methods of the Longhu Commandos are at the forefront of domestic special police training. They are worth learning."

"It's good to have help. Where's Gao Bo? He's not here yet?"

After not seeing each other for several days, Gu Ji really missed this guy, but when he turned around, he found that Wu Kang and Zhao Hua had already arrived, leaving only Liu Weijun and Gao Bo missing.

"Gao Bo is training with the monk."

"Training? Training at 7 o'clock in the morning. Is he crazy?"

Gu Ji originally thought that he heard wrongly, so he raised his wrist and looked at the time.

"You're not crazy. Since you left, this guy has been like a chicken. He trained with all his strength. When he caught Lei Dui, he asked him to give him a few tips. He just doesn't rest on Saturdays and Sundays. Even on weekdays. , Gao Bo is also the first to arrive and the last to leave, so he has to practice extra morning and night!"

Wu Kang drank water and said word by word.

"Hey, the sun is coming out in the west..."

Gu Ji scratched his head, looking confused.

In his impression, Gao Bo during his college days was someone who could be lazy and playful, and never endured much hardship. He didn't train with him until he joined the police as a special police officer. Is this still the Gao Bo he knew?

"I guess it's because Gao Bo didn't participate in your mission this time. He thought that the gap between him and you was too big, so he wanted to make up for it through training."

Li Yanan's words touched Gu Ji's heart slightly.

He couldn't help but think again of what Gao Bo said to him after hearing the story of Zhang Wenjun and Liang Xiaojia when he first joined the police last year.

indeed.

From the moment he joined the police, he and Gao Bo were like Siamese twins.

Whether it is a regular patrol or a large-scale mission, the "Chicken Neck Group" has never been separated. Only this time, Gao Bo did not accompany the special security team.

Gu Ji recalled what Li Yanan had said before.

From the Brazilian operation, it is enough to see the gap between regular SWAT police and even elite SWAT police.

Gao Bo is not afraid that he will not be able to carry out the mission with him, but he does not want to become Yao Zhan or Li Yaoguang and hold him back one day.

"I see."

Gu Ji put down his backpack and planned to go to the training ground to see Gao Bo.

Unexpectedly, just halfway through, he saw Zhang Wenjun's office. He suddenly opened the door and stuck his head out, "Gu Ji, come here."

"Yes, Zhang Zhong."

Gu Ji scratched his head and had to give up temporarily.

Entering the office, Zhang Wenjun was still drinking tea and reading a document carefully.

This posture...

Are you going to continue going on missions again?

Animals can’t be used like this!

In the past, Gu Ji, like Gao Bo, really liked to go on missions and get honors, but now, he was very tired from going on missions continuously, not to mention that the game level was refreshed in a few days.

He still needs to recharge his batteries and continue to break through!

"Zhang Zhong, you are looking for me..."

"sit down."

Zhang Wenjun raised his head and motioned Gu Ji to sit down, "I heard from Guoan that the mission was completed well?"

"Alright, not bad."

Gu Ji felt increasingly uncertain at this moment, fearing that Zhang Wenjun would throw over a new mission document the next second.

"Well, how was the process of cooperating with Guoan?"

"fine."

"What do you think about the way they work?"

"It involves a lot of confidential information, but it's actually no safer than our mission." Gu Ji was confused by Zhang Wenjun's confused questions, so he went straight to the point, "Zhang Zhong, what do you want me to do... "

"National Security has officially sent a message and wants to transfer you there. Captain Li Ruilin has received the document. I am now representing the organization to ask for your personal thoughts."

Zhang Wenjun said, putting down the glass thermos water cup with a "pop" sound.

"No, I personally don't agree to let it go."

Li Ruilin picked up the water glass, took a sip, and refused on the spot.

In the office of the Provincial Special Police Chief, sitting on the sofa opposite him, was a middle-aged man with slicked-back hair and silver-rimmed glasses. He was the acting deputy director of the 15th National Security Bureau, Liao Yunqing.

"Hehehe, Lao Li, you and I are old acquaintances. I know that you are reluctant to let go of this treasure Gu Ji, but transferring him to our Guoan will definitely maximize his potential and value. Gu Ji, this Boy, you have quick reactions, quick and logical thinking, strong reconnaissance and counter-reconnaissance awareness, and are most suitable for special operations!"

"Pull him down quickly!"

Li Ruilin snorted with a "disgusted tone" and put down the water glass heavily, "Why, your Guoan Security team can give full play to his talents, but our SWAT team is just burying talents? You are told to say this, and I, Li Ruilin, won't let him go even if he says so. !”