Crisis Management Game

"Huhe...huhe..."

After completely killing the target, Gu Ji gasped for air, like a person saved from drowning, and broke into a cold sweat. Even though this battle lasted only a few seconds, it was the most thrilling game he had ever experienced in his life.

The enemy is not only cold-blooded and brutal in their actions, but their close combat skills are also quite high.

Steps, hands, knife.

The main and secondary weapons can be switched quickly, and the attack is decisive and ruthless. It will not give up until the target threat is completely eliminated.

But the other party also made a very serious tactical mistake, or in other words, he was more likely to make a mistake caused by "insufficient personnel": because in CQB house clearing, you must ensure a combat advantage, that is, a numerical advantage, with a minimum of two people , the optimal team of four or more people crosses and rushes to prevent accidents, and companions can make rescues as soon as possible.

Without this mistake and the presence of two enemies, he would have had absolutely no hope of a comeback.

"Wait, accomplice!"

Gu Ji's eyes suddenly widened, he grabbed the pistol, pressed the ground with his left hand, tightened his back, locked his shoulders, and the whole spine stood up like a spring, like a cat whose tail was stepped on, slowly pressed against the wall, the muzzle of the gun slowly He slowly walked towards the door of the office.

A strong smell of blood hit his face.

In the airport lobby on the first floor, a large number of corpses were intertwined with scattered suitcases and backpacks. There were spent flight information screens, overturned silver metal benches, broken glass shards in shops, and white brains. One place.

On the central escalator leading to the second floor, tourists who fled in panic died in different ways. Some were stuck on the escalator, and some were pushed to the top floor by the conveyor.

Hell is nothing more than that.

Da da da……

The gunshots on the second floor had not stopped, and a figure shook at the entrance of the stairs. Gu Ji was so startled that he quickly retracted his head.

One plus one plus many formations.

One person is responsible for mopping up the remaining survivors on the first floor, one person stays at the escalator stand on the second floor to provide support up and down at any time, and the remaining people continue to attack the second floor.

Fortunately, looking down from this angle, the office could not be seen by the thugs.

In Gu Ji's mind, he had already equated this group of cold-blooded killing soldiers with "terrorist thugs". Just as he was thinking about how to avoid the "sentinels" on the second floor and escape from here, he felt a faint numbness and burning sensation. Attack from the left waist.

He subconsciously looked down and grinned on his blood-stained face, revealing his white teeth. He didn't know whether it was pain or a smile: "Spit, the damn car has overturned."

Yes, he was shot.

At the moment when he jumped to grab the gun, Gu Ji vaguely felt that his body was out of balance, as if something had disturbed his balance, and his forward attack turned into a side attack. However, because he was fully focused on the 56-2 at that time, Type submachine gun, no other abnormalities were noticed.

But in fact, he had already been shot.

Benefiting from external dangerous environmental stimulation, the brain passively turns on the "survival mode", adrenaline is discharged into the blood, blood pressure and heart rate increase, and the ventilation channels of the lungs expand to maximize energy output.

In this "super body" state, any pain will be greatly weakened.

Moreover, pain is perceived through receptors in the cerebral cortex. As long as the brain does not detect it, it will not be aware of the pain. Just like many people can still stand still after being shot. It is not because their bodies are not aware, but because they have not discovered it yet. Shot himself.

And Gu Ji is now facing the severe pain of having just discovered that his brain was shot.

The burning sensation intensified, like the stings of a thousand wasps.

Gently lift off the torn shirt and white vest stuck to the surface of the wound. There are two wounds. The upper part only hurts the epidermis, and the lower part is torn deeper.

The blood seeping out from around the wound and the everted yellow subcutaneous fat can clearly see the broken muscle fibers inside.

"Fortunately, it's just a scratch. I don't know how the kidneys are..."

With the power of the rifle's 7.62×39mm intermediate bullet, if it is a direct hit, the huge force formed when passing through the body will shock the organs, and then penetrate the human body at a speed of 570 meters/second, falling to the ground on the spot, instead of like him , and can knock down the enemy and continue fighting.

Gu Ji glanced at the corpse of the thug lying under the table, walked over quickly and rummaged around.

The weapon configuration of this group of people is not bad. The most important thing is that they know how to cooperate with tactics. They are obviously not ordinary half-hearted soldiers in Ethiopia. They must be elite individual soldiers in the army, and they will naturally carry first aid kits.

While groping, he found a bulletproof vest hidden under a brown camouflage uniform, as well as an 82-2 oval grenade, which further confirmed his judgment.

This also made Gu Ji a little scared. Fortunately, he had an extra shot at that time.

"found it."

The first aid kit was tied to the belt. It was very simple and contained only a roll of hemostatic bandage and a syringe with a white solid inside.

Gu Ji seemed to have seen something similar in the police combat training trauma protection class. He didn't have time to dwell on it, so he tore off the hemostatic bandage, pressed his teeth together, and wrapped it around the wound. "Ugh!", a sharp pain that cannot be described in words. , instantly ran from his lower back to his scalp, causing him to tremble violently.

This pain is too damn real, not like a game at all!

I don’t know if there will be any sequelae after returning to reality. My Nanfu energy-gathering ring has not been used a few times, but I must not scrap it because of this!

Gu Ji tried his best to think of funny things in his mind to distract from the severe pain of squeezing the wound.

"Xi...ao...zizi..."

Just as he was about to tie the bandage, a slight noise came from behind his ears.

Gu Ji instantly took aim with his gun.

His gaze passed through the notched rear sight and blade front sight of the machine sight, and a matte black product fell next to the ear of the thug's corpse.

It’s a rear-mounted tactical headset!

It had been hidden in a red scarf before and was inconspicuous.

As if thinking of something, Gu Jilian crawled closer, pulled off the earphones and pressed them against his face.

"Theodore, what's up, Tavanita?"

"Damn it! Cohen, where's Tawa? She's wow, hey, Dharma..."

…

It was an accomplice of the thug who was having a conversation, but unfortunately most of it was in words he didn't understand, with only one or two English sentences mixed in. It should be the local language of Ethiopia, but from the urgent tone, we could also tell that the other party might have discovered that something was wrong here!

Gotta get out of here right now.

Otherwise, you must die!

He understands the truth, but the question is, how to leave?

The office was at least ten meters away from the airport gate, and there was an open space in between. As soon as he ran out, he would be beaten to death by the thugs guarding him on the second floor, not to mention that he still had a gunshot wound on his waist.

Dead end.

fail.

Can I still live?

The pain of the wound, the thugs' chirping sounds in the earphones, the bloody countdown in the upper right corner of his vision, all kinds of internal and external pressures were like chopping boards, placing Gu Ji on top and crushing him repeatedly.

Calm down, I have to calm down.

It is mentioned in the evaluation of police tactical principles that the success of an operation is determined by shooting skills accounting for 15%, physical skills and luck accounting for 5% each, and mental skills accounting for 75%!

There must be a solution, there must be something I haven't noticed yet...

Taking a deep breath, Gu Ji gradually narrowed his eyes. The cold light in his eyes suddenly condensed. Like two cold stars, he quickly scanned every detail in the office. Finally, he followed the 56 punch holes drawn in an arc on the wall and stopped on the ceiling. superior.

Suspended ceiling? !