Crisis Management Game

"Let's go over and have a look!"

Gong Qingyong led everyone to the ambulance.

Zhuang Feng was lying on the hospital bed in the car, letting nurses and doctors treat his head wounds.

"Zhuang Feng, what did the doctor say?"

"It's okay, just a slight concussion. Just stay in bed and rest for a while."

Hearing the noise, he slowly raised his upper body from the bed and whispered a few words. Finally his eyes fell on Gu Ji, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have been so reckless at the time. If you hadn't stopped me in time, I'm afraid we would have... …”

Having said this, Zhuang Feng lowered his head in shame and was too embarrassed to face everyone again.

After all, if Gu Ji hadn't grabbed the steering wheel in time and stopped the car against the wall, he would have led everyone into the core area of ​​the explosion and died on the spot.

"You are also on a mission."

Gu Jiwen responded.

He actually understood Zhuang Feng very well.

Just like in Operation Brazil, Ling Yousong and Zhou Yu knew there was danger ahead, but they were still willing to risk a hail of bullets to snatch the suitcase.

They all regard the tasks assigned by the organization as more important than their own lives.

As for Gu Ji himself.

Although he sometimes gets hot-headed and is desperate for missions or information.

Can once serve as operational command.

He must take the overall situation into consideration, especially after experiencing Zhang Wenjun's sacrifice, he cherishes his current companions even more, so before issuing every order, he must be responsible for the safety of these people's lives.

"Zhuang Feng, we already know the true background of this rescue operation and understand what you did at the time. But for the next operation, without my and Gu Ji's orders, you must not act so insistently again."

Gu Ji was the one with the red face, while Gong Qingyong could only be the one with the white face.

Otherwise, if Zhuang Feng made a mistake and didn't even give him a warning, then he wouldn't be able to lead the team anymore.

Zhuang Feng glanced at Chen Zhiyu who was standing in the crowd, nodded and said seriously.

"Please rest assured, I will definitely follow your orders from now on!"

"Okay, Gu Ji just had a phone call with Major General Gebari from Iraq..."

Gong Qingyong told the story of what happened when Zhuang Feng was unconscious, "Now, we will wait for the intelligence information from the Ministry of Security, and then directly raid Shalam's lair in Iran to rescue Professor Kang!"

"Gu Ji, this is Hasha. There is news from the Intelligence Collection Department."

Unexpectedly, not long after everyone chatted, Savama had already found clues.

When Zhuang Feng heard that there was a situation, he didn't even care about treatment. He took off all the electrocardiographic instruments on his body and jumped out of the ambulance. "I'll go with you!"

So, everyone rode in Revolutionary Guard vehicles and rushed all the way to the urban military base.

Gabari is serious this time.

In order to find out the trajectory of Shalam's activities as soon as possible, not only all the surveillance probes in Tehran Province were used, but they were even authorized to use the Iranian military's trump card: the Noor-3 military reconnaissance spy satellite.

The command center of the Iranian Revolutionary Guards Military Base in Tehran.

The intelligence technician pointed to the villa area displayed on the LED screen.

"This is the area where we found that Shalam personnel are most active. Through the surveillance cameras at nearby intersections, we noticed that a large number of armed personnel gathered here, and we photographed the faces of several people, all of whom are active in the Middle East and Latin America. Private mercenary!"

As he explained, photos and information of several people were displayed on the screen.

Gu Ji's pupils suddenly shrank.

Because he saw in it...Cohen!

"Wait a minute, what does this suspected Rossolino Cohen mean? I once met him when I was on a foreign affairs mission in Brazil. I saw him shot to death with my own eyes. Between the two of them..."

Gao Bo listened to his half-truth and half-false questions, his eyelids twitching slightly.

He was a full participant in Brazil's "Operation Golden Shield", so he naturally knew that the man in the black hood was shot to death by Gu Ji himself.

I don’t want to say it here, probably because I don’t want to attract the attention of the Iranian Ministry of Security.

Because judging from the resume shown in the intelligence data, this person's experience can almost be described as "legendary".

He graduated from West Point Military Academy and served in the U.S. Army Intelligence and Security Command. He participated in the wars in Afghanistan and Yemen and retired with the rank of lieutenant colonel. Since then, he has been active around the world as a private mercenary.

"The person you saw is fake."

While Gu Ji was waiting for the intelligence technician's explanation, Gabari, who had been sitting behind his desk, suddenly spoke.

Hasha opened his eyes slightly, a little surprised.

Because of Gabari's temperament, he rarely takes the initiative to explain these things to others.

So Harsha took over.

"Cohen is considered a legend in the private mercenary circle. During the war in Afghanistan, he commanded many classic special operations operations and escaped death several times, earning him the nickname 'Black Ghost';"

"We have investigated him. Cohen was born in a military family. He has two younger brothers. All three of them have military experience. After he retired, he joined the mercenary circle. Maybe it was because of his facial injury in the war. Maybe In order to ensure the family characteristics, they all wore black hoods, which was later imitated by many people in the industry, so if you see that, it is probably fake."

"So that's it..."

Gu Ji pretended to have a sudden realization on the surface, but he was thinking secretly in his heart.

First of all, he was 100% sure.

The man who directed the attack on Ryder Airport was the same person who directed the attack on the Defense Department in Brazil.

As someone who has faced off against the opponent twice, he knows that this person's tactical command ability is by no means average, and his use of intelligence is almost perfect.

If it weren’t for the game’s “death rollback” and privileged ability plug-ins.

In fact, in the two scenes at that time, with the little level of force he had in hand, there was no way he could confront the opponent head-on.

For such a talented tactical commander, do you think his identity is just a disguise?

Gu Ji had a hundred reasons not to believe it.

certainly.

If he is the younger brother of "Rosolino Cohen", it is not impossible.

After all, the Bush family can produce two presidents, so it is natural for the Cohen family to cultivate a few tactical talents.

But Gu Ji still felt a little weird.

Let alone normal people who would wear a black tactical hood on their heads every day, would even a biological brother be willing to live in his brother's shadow for the rest of his life?

Furthermore, when he was in Brazil, he personally removed Cohen's hood.

The face does have extensive burn marks.

He wouldn't deliberately burn his face like that in order to imitate his brother, would he? Are you confused?

certainly.

This does not prove that these Iranian intelligence officers are not as smart as Gu Ji and cannot think of these questions.

But compared to Gu Ji's fixed gaze on PM Company, the focus of Savama's investigation is more inclined to the national strategic level, especially Iraq, Israel and the United States.

People like the Coen brothers, no matter how powerful they are, are only on the monitoring list of key personnel.

However, there is another possibility.

Even Gu Ji still doesn't know enough about PM Company and the so-called "Cohen Family".

"Cohen, the seller has arrived."

In the living room of a villa on the outskirts of Tehran, a tall black mercenary with a round head came over to give a reminder.

Cohen put down his chess set.

"Inform Abe Shigemoto and ask him to go to Niazi in Shalam and be sure to exchange the things!"

"yes!"

After the round-faced black mercenary left.

Another young white man wearing a headset, a plaid shirt, and black-rimmed glasses kept tapping his laptop with his hands, and suddenly turned around and said, "Cohen, I found that there is a suspicious person outside the villa watching us!"

"oh?"

Cohen got up from the sofa with some curiosity and walked to the computer screen.

Under the drone surveillance screen, there were several Iranians dressed in ordinary clothes in the front and rear areas of the villa, either standing on the second floor of the villa next door, or standing at the door, and their eyes would glance into the wall from time to time.

"There is another one here, hiding in the corner. He has been staring at us for a long time."

The glasses mercenary pointed at a figure in the surveillance corner, and it turned out to be Wang Xueming.

Cohen saw him, his brown pupils, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Finally grinned.

"Hehehe, guys, pack your things."

"Cohen, operating in broad daylight is not our style, boss!"

A Mediterranean bald white mercenary was sitting at the dining table and carefully wiping the M4 rifle in his hand. He suddenly jumped down from the table and bumped into a petite figure.

"Oh! What a spot on girl!"

The bald mercenary licked his lips and wanted to reach out and touch it.

Just for a moment.

The petite figure twisted around and hit his elbow. As a result, the bald mercenary reacted very quickly. He immediately raised his arms to block and grabbed his wrist. But in the blink of an eye, the opponent raised his knees and knocked his center of gravity away like lightning, and at the same time, a cold light flashed in the air.

"Ito!"

Behind him, Abe Shigemoto shouted.

I saw that the tactical dagger in Mio Ito's left hand was less than three millimeters away from the bald mercenary's eyeball. If it had been half a second later, the tip of the blade would have penetrated directly.

"Bah bang bang!"

In the living room, there was a burst of applause. It was Cohen who was clapping his hands. "This is the subordinate you brought? They are very skilled. Are you interested in coming with me?"

"That's enough, Cohen. I came to PM Company just to seek cooperation, not to be your dog. I advise you not to challenge my patience."

Before Ito Mio could answer, Abe Shigemoto turned his head angrily and warned coldly.

For a moment.

Several mercenaries in the living room all changed their expressions, holding firearms in their right hands.

Including the bald mercenary, his fingers quietly touched the lower back.

Just this small movement was caught by Mio Ito. She turned the blade slightly, letting the cold light dazzle the opponent's pupils, "I advise you not to move around, otherwise you will lose your left eye from now on. "

Just when the atmosphere at the scene was extremely tense.

Cohen spread his hands and said with a smile: "Don't be so nervous. Of course I know we are a cooperative relationship. Soap, let go."

"Yes, Boss Cohen."

Soap shrugged his shoulders, with a look of indifference on his face, but there was ruthlessness hidden in his eyes.

It seems that he has completely remembered the woman in front of him, and is ready to regain today's face in the future.

Abe Shigemoto went straight to the door of the living room without looking at anyone else.

"Ito, let's go."

"Hehehe, hahaha..."

Putting away the dagger, Ito Miying's extremely cold face suddenly grinned a strange and sick smile, and the smile became more and more exaggerated, until she walked out of the room completely.

"Is this man mentally ill?"

"Japanese women don't seem to be very smart. I heard that their country calls such people... yandere!"

"Boss, you really shouldn't have let them go so easily just now, otherwise these Japanese people will always ride on us in the future!"

Several mercenaries teased each other, and finally looked at Cohen together.

"Okay, we still have business to do. Our hunting is about to begin!"

After saying this.

Cohen looked at the door where Ito Miying disappeared, squinting his eyes slightly, his hidden gaze suddenly sharp.

Gu Ji's eyeballs under the facial makeup rolled around, and his light brown pupils reflected the satellite surveillance images on the LED screen, as well as the formulation of tactics.

"This is the commander of the 3rd Special Operations Detachment of the Quds Force of the Iranian Revolutionary Guards: Sis Kano!"

Harsha called a middle-aged Iranian officer wearing the same OCP camouflage combat uniform as Gu Ji and others.

He is tall, has brown skin, and looks almost Asian. He has thick black eyebrows, a retro oily haircut, and a full beard on his philtrum and chin.

Unlike ordinary Revolutionary Guards soldiers, his eyes were always looking forward, extremely determined.

Gao Bo lowered his head and whispered secretly into Gu Ji's ear.

"Why do I feel that his temperament is a bit like that of an extremist?"

"During the war, the Quds Force often used extreme measures to fight Mossad and the CIA, so it was defined as a terrorist organization by the United States."

Chen Zhiyu heard the movement and explained softly.

Zhuang Feng on the side continued:

"The Holy City Force is a very special special force. They not only have to perform special operations, but are also responsible for intelligence, finance, politics, and even destruction. When selecting members, they not only need to have superb combat skills, but also have ' Absolute loyalty'."

Only after explaining it this way did Gao Bo understand.

It turned out that the feelings he saw in this Holy City Force commander Sith were exactly the same as those extremists who had no hesitation and became suicide bombers.

For the mission, he will do whatever it takes, even if he sacrifices himself.

"The Sith will be responsible for cooperating with you to attack Shalam and rescue the hostages, while our security department is mainly responsible for keeping an eye on the transaction. We have only one requirement, which is to get what the seller has."

"Of course, our demands are the same on this point."

Facing Hasha's suggestion, Chen Zhiyu stood up and agreed face to face.

"Without further ado, get ready for action!"

"Let's go to the equipment warehouse first!"

After Gu Ji said a few words, he led everyone to the weapons depot of the Revolutionary Guards.

Now that he has understood the background of this mission and the enemy's level of force, the AK-103s, as well as the poor grenades and shock bombs in his hands are seriously insufficient!