Crisis Management Game

"What did you say?"

Zhuang Feng was startled on the spot. He thought he had heard wrongly and asked another question subconsciously.

As a result, Gu Ji’s answer was still:

"Tell them to put down their guns, quickly!"

"good!"

Zhuang Feng really didn't understand what he was going to do, but thinking of the outstanding results of his command along the way, he gritted his teeth, rushed out of the slope with a gun, and shouted loudly: "Kneel on the ground! Put down the gun!!"

"Put down the gun immediately and raise your hands high!"

At the same time, Gu Ji also picked up the AK-103 in his hand and rushed out, pointing the gun at two gray-robed figures on the hillside on the opposite side of the road, and scolded them in English.

Everyone thought that a fierce conflict would break out between the two sides.

He was even ready to shoot the next second.

But I never expected it.

The two figures actually put down the rifles in their hands and raised their left hands to indicate that they were not a threat.

Zhuang Feng was stunned by this scene.

But he still did not relax his vigilance and kept shouting in Farsi: "I ask you to put the gun down! Otherwise I will shoot!"

"Get down!!"

Under the strong warnings from Gu and Ji.

The two figures first slowly knelt down on one knee, then at an extremely slow speed, displayed the gun sling, took it off their heads, and slowly placed it on the ground.

"Zhuang Feng, cooperate with me to advance alternately!"

"yes!"

This time, Zhuang Feng answered very simply.

"Gu Ji, be careful of fraud!"

Gao Bo wanted to remind him later, but Gu Ji had already walked down the slope with a gun, approaching the target with Zhuang Feng on the left and right.

"Slow down, slow down, raise your hands high, don't do anything stupid, there are at least dozens of guns pointing at you here!"

While walking, Zhuang Feng did not forget to create pressure on the target.

"Zhuang Feng, prepare to cover."

"yes!"

Gu Ji shouted, leaving Zhuang Feng standing ten meters away, holding a gun on guard. He walked up to the two of them, kicked the rifles in front of them, and then fumbled for the pistols on their bodies.

"Hey, we are all from Shalam, there is no need to be so nervous, right?"

Both are Persian men in their thirties.

One of them suddenly said this while Gu Ji was taking away his pistol, which instantly made Zhuang Feng's nerves tense.

"Gu Ji! He said they are from Shalam!"

"Come out!"

Unexpectedly, Gu Ji did not pick up the fight.

Instead, he lowered his gun and pointed at the shadow under the car, "Stop hiding!"

"There's movement under the car!"

Everyone was confused as to what kind of medicine Gu Ji was selling in his gourd, but Zhou Yang helped him verify the authenticity.

In the blink of an eye, a figure slowly emerged from under the car.

He was also wearing a white robe, a pink plaid headscarf, and was holding an AKS. However, judging from his slow movements, it seemed that he was injured somewhere.

The man in the pink turban stared at Gu Ji with gloomy eyes.

Not a word was said.

"Put the gun down! Put your hands up! This is your last chance!"

Faced with Zhuang Feng's verbal coercion.

The man with the pink turban reluctantly grabbed the gun in his hand, revealing his brows with pulsating veins.

Seeing that he refused to put down the gun.

Zhuang Feng directly raised the muzzle of the gun, his eyes turned red instantly, as if he would really shoot them in the next second: "I told you to put down the fucking gun!!"

"Put it down, Harsha."

At the moment when the man with the pink turban was struggling to the extreme.

Gu Ji's sudden English sentence was like a needle pricking him, sending him reeling.

"You, what did you say?"

The pink-turbaned man raised his head and looked at Gu Ji in front of him in disbelief.

Looking at him helplessly, he slowly took off his headscarf.

"It's you?!"

The man in the pink turban exclaimed and took off his turban.

The exposed face horrified everyone present.

He turned out to be the Iranian Ministry of Security, the man who commanded the secret police at the security base, Harsha! !

The other two "extremists" also took off their headscarves.

All are familiar faces.

"how so……"

Zhuang Feng was completely confused. He clearly saw the change in the bearded leader's eyes when he saw the license plate, so he firmly believed that the people sitting in the car must be extremists from Shalam.

"How do you know their identities?"

"Actually, I wasn't sure at first."

Gu Ji raised his hand and made a thumbs-up gesture to alert the rear and confirm that the danger was over, while speaking out his initial doubts.

Then he pointed to the car marks on the road.

"You must have noticed that the ruts on the sand on the road were new, so you were alert and stopped, right?"

Harsha nodded.

He continued to preach:

"Only investigators or intelligence officers can have such meticulous observation. Ordinary terrorists do not have this quality. What really convinced me of the answer was when I asked you to warn them to put down their guns."

"You mean, real extremists will never surrender?"

Only then did Zhuang Feng react.

During the infiltration in the village last night, Gong Qingyong of the second team also encountered the same situation. However, the behavior of the extremists at that time was very different from that of the few people in front of him.

"Oh my God, with this ability of observation and analysis, is he still human..."

Behind the hillside.

A special police officer from the Second Squadron subconsciously smacked his lips.

Not to mention them, even the Third Squadron themselves had a "shocked" expression.

Of course Gu Ji is not a magician.

All these conclusions and judgments are based on the premise of system prompts.

If there was no system to remind him that the Savama intelligence team was attacked, he would not have thought of this step.

And indeed it is.

According to Harsha's explanation, they encountered Shalam's armed forces while tracking the spy Amin.

A fierce conflict broke out between the two sides.

Since the intelligence forces were not good at fighting armed battles in the wild, they soon suffered heavy casualties.

In order to transmit information to the outside world.

Others proposed to sacrifice themselves to create conditions for the three Harshas to escape.

As a result, the three of them changed into the clothes of the extremist corpses.

The man disguised as Shalam quietly escaped, grabbed a car, and fled all the way to Tehran. Unfortunately, he bumped into Gu Ji.

"Your name is Gu..."

"Gu Ji."

"Mr. Gu Ji, your excellent observation skills saved our lives. Our Security Department will never forget this!"

Hasha lowered his proud head for the first time and solemnly thanked Gu Ji.

Because if it weren't for Gu Ji's order, no shooting would be allowed.

Given that both parties were wearing robes and could not identify their identities, there was a high probability that they would eventually open fire on each other.

Then Hasha, who is on the weaker side, will definitely die.

"I don't understand. Since you have all escaped from the siege of Shalam, why don't you directly ask for help from the command center?"

Gu Ji originally thought that the two Cobra helicopters that escaped were running to support Savama, but unexpectedly, they actually just returned.

"Two of the extremists..."

A secret police officer almost blurted out, but suddenly thought of something, glanced at Hasha in fear, and immediately closed his mouth.

But unexpectedly, Hasha continued to speak:

"There is nothing that cannot be said. Two Europeans and Americans threw an EMP electromagnetic pulse grenade and destroyed all our communication equipment."

"EMP grenade?"

Zhuang Feng was particularly curious about this matter.

Gu Ji's eyes narrowed.

When he heard that there were Europeans and Americans among Shalam, the first thing that came to his mind was that they were mercenaries from PM Company.

Only military companies like PM like to play with various black technology weapons.

"We also escaped from the siege of Shalam. Milburn from your department unfortunately died in the battle."

Gu Ji briefly recounted what happened last night.

Maybe intelligence officers are cold-blooded, or maybe they just don't like to show their emotions on the surface and let others see flaws.

Harsha had no reaction on his face when he heard about Milburn's death.

Instead, he heard that they had captured an extremist leader alive, and his eyes became clear.

"I need to borrow your cell phone to report the situation to my superiors."

"No problem, let's talk on the way. Now that Shalam's people are still nearby, we should evacuate back to the capital as soon as possible!"

Gu Ji handed his phone to Hasha.

He immediately called everyone to get on the bus.

When the vehicles passed side by side, the two secret policemen saw the bearded leader locked in the trunk, and they did not hide the murderous intent and resentment in their eyes.

When arriving at the outskirts of Tehran city.

A large cloud of dust suddenly rose in the distance, and a large number of off-road vehicles and armored vehicles, loaded with soldiers wearing dark green uniforms and holding AK-103s, were driving towards them in a mighty manner.

"It seems to be Iran's Revolutionary Guards!"

This time Gao Bo finally got it right.

These troops were all called by Hasha to meet them.

Escorted by heavily armed rapid reaction forces, the group finally entered downtown Tehran.

Return to safe base.

They were greeted by a room full of secret police.

In the middle of the sofa in the living room, an old Iranian man wearing a black suit, gray hair, and not angry or assertive suddenly stood up and walked over, slapped Harsha on the face.

"What's going on?"

"Shh, don't say anything, just watch the show in silence."

Gao Bo and Zhou Yang whispered softly.

But Gu Ji and Zhuang Feng's pupils moved slightly.

Just because this person is Gabari!

The father of modern Iranian military weapons.

But this is only his superficial identity. In fact, he also serves as the special operations commander of the Iranian Revolutionary Guards, the Savarma Intelligence Force, and the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.

without any exaggeration.

He almost controls Iran's military, intelligence, and diplomatic powers.

The reason why Gabari is so angry.

Mainly because on the one hand, he learned that he had been tricked by Mossad's "Amin";

On the other hand, it was natural that Harsha and his Savarma elite were almost completely wiped out.

Hasha lowered his head the whole time, not daring to look at Gabari.

Just honestly reporting what happened.

When he learned that Gu Ji wanted to hand over Shalam's peripheral leaders to them for interrogation, Gebari glanced at him first, and finally walked over.

"Are you Gu Ji?"

"That's right."

Gu Ji replied calmly, while the staff from the Foreign Affairs Office hurriedly explained Gabari's identity in a low voice, for fear that he would say the wrong thing.

But no one knew that he had dealt with Gabari countless times.

Gu Ji's calm and calm performance also attracted Gabari to take a second look.

Wearing a desert OCP camouflage combat uniform, he has a strong and capable round head, a strong and straight figure, a long and narrow blade, peak eyebrows and thin lips, and a sharp cheek outline, stained with three or two grains of sand.

At first glance, it looks like the kind that climbed out of the actual combat pile.

Especially when I learned from Hasha that this guy led his men and fought with Shalam all night long in the wild mountains.

As a soldier, he immediately had a good impression of Gu Ji.

But personal preference cannot yet influence Ghebari's decision.

"We can be responsible for the interrogation, but you are not allowed to observe. I will send someone to extract the content of the interrogation and give it to you!"

Doing this again.

Gao Bo wanted to open his mouth to refute, but was pushed down by Zhuang Feng.

Because he knows very well what will happen to those who offend Ghebari, which is definitely not comparable to a small character like Harsha.

"no."

But Zhuang Feng didn't expect that he stopped Gao Bo but not Gu Ji.

As soon as these words came out.

Everyone instantly felt an invisible and intense coldness, which was suppressed as Gabari's gaze passed over them.

Gong Qingyong sensed something was wrong and secretly winked at the staff at the Foreign Affairs Office.

But Gu Ji looked normal and undisturbed.

"Mr. Major General, we captured the person and must participate in the interrogation. You can watch from the side. We will only ask questions related to the hostage rescue operation!"

Gabari didn't speak, just looked gloomy.

Hasha kept winking at Gu Ji from the side. It seemed that this guy was quite interesting.

Just when all the Savarmat agents thought the fury had descended.

The assistant on the side hurried over and whispered a few words in Gabari's ear. In the end, to his surprise, he agreed.

"You can participate in the interrogation, but only one of you is allowed!"

"good."

Gu Ji answered simply.

After the people left, everyone understood from the expressions on the faces of the Foreign Affairs Office staff that it was probably the Ministry of Foreign Affairs that was behind it.

"Captain Gu, this Gabari has a very high status in Iran and is not easy to mess with. You must be careful next time you meet him!"

Zhuang Feng was kindly giving a few words of warning.

As a result, Gu Ji didn't care. Instead, he reached out and patted his shoulder, "Zhuang Feng, I leave this interrogation to you."

"Okay, I promise to complete the task."

Among them, only Zhuang Feng understands Persian, so everyone has no objection.

Take advantage of the interrogation time.

Gu Ji and Gao Bo couldn't wait to run to the kitchen and cook like crazy, eager to eat even the pots and pans.

After eating and drinking, I took a nap on the sofa for a while.

When he opened his eyes again, he was awakened by a scream.

Gu Ji got up from the sofa and happened to see Zhuang Feng coming out of the interrogation room. The scream just now came from the peripheral leader of Shalam.

Savama's methods are indeed very clever.

It can be seen from Zhuang Feng's excited expression that the interrogation was very successful.

"Team Gu, I asked. On the one hand, they arrested Professor Kang to blow up the oil mine. On the other hand, they were entrusted by a group of private armed forces. After we launched the operation last night, they urgently took Professor Kang away. Let’s go, prepare to go to the small town in the northern suburbs of Tehran and hand it over to private armed forces!”

"Without any further delay, act now!"