Crisis Management Game

After the captain's verbal reminder.

Only then did several detectives suddenly realize.

No wonder the gang of debt collectors were subdued so easily.

Tell some jokes.

This is equivalent to meeting Guan Yu on the first day as a soldier in the Three Kingdoms; running the knife boy to attack the building with 5 full equipment; practicing the mobs in the novice village, accidentally running into the epic group book that the master of magic equipment is grinding, etc.

The thin-faced policeman shook his head and smacked his lips: "I guess these gangsters will leave a psychological shadow for the rest of their lives..."

Inside the villa.

Gu Ji and others finished cleaning the kitchen where the glass was smashed.

When he returned to the living room, Chen Hongsheng had already walked out of the basement floor and sat on the sofa anxiously.

"Sorry for causing you trouble tonight!"

"Don't bother Uncle Chen, they're just a few little thieves, just practicing..."

Gao Bo shook his shoulders.

Compared with others, he has not moved his muscles and bones for five or six days since the day of surgery.

Wu Kang also sneered, "You didn't see the shocked expression on that cannon boy's face at that time. He probably never knows how Gu Ji and I got in from the back of the car!"

For ordinary people.

The tactical formation penetration of T1 level special operations forces is a complete crushing.

Not to mention they didn't have night vision goggles or weapons on hand.

The blocking, corner cutting and formation alone are enough to control these little thieves.

"Oh, I thought that when I moved here, the security would be better than before, but I didn't expect that it would be worse."

Chen Hongsheng now feels as if he has eaten a dead fly.

But Chen Zhiyu patted his shoulder gently, "Dad, no one can expect this kind of thing. Don't worry, I will definitely catch the fugitive as soon as possible!"

"I hope so..."

South Korea, Seoul International Airport.

At the exit of the international flight, a tall man wearing a peaked cap and sunglasses hurriedly took a taxi from the airport.

"Sir, where are you going?"

"Central District Prosecutor's Office."

The man said a few words in a deep voice, took off his sunglasses, and revealed a pair of slightly melancholy eyes. It was Jin Jijiu who had returned from Mexico.

It's just his temperament and state at this time.

It was very different from his previous appearance, as if he had become a different person.

After entering the city center.

Jin Zhijiu suddenly noticed something.

Looking back, he saw a white van through the rear window, and this guy had appeared in his field of vision three times.

But Jin Zhijiu didn't panic at all.

"Stop the car in front."

"Ah? But sir, this place is still far away from the Central District Inspection..."

"I said stop."

Jin Zhijiu raised his voice and took out a few pieces of cash from his arms, "No need to look for it."

After saying that, he decisively opened the car door, turned around and walked into the alley next to him.

The next second, the white van came to an emergency stop.

With a "crash" sound, four or five men in suits jumped out of the car and looked around.

"You guys go after me, Dongzhe and I will cover you from behind!"

"yes!"

As soon as the words fell, the group of people quickly divided into two groups.

But no matter how many times they walked around the alley, they never found Jin Zhijiu.

"Axiba, where is this kid hiding?"

"Didn't the president say that this guy has no abilities? I didn't expect that someone who is fast enough can run like this!"

"Dongzhe, you stay here and watch, the others come back to the car with me and continue moving forward!"

"yes!"

Several thugs in suits briefly exchanged words.

Immediately one person was left behind.

And the moment the large army left the alley, a dark figure suddenly revealed half of its head on the west wall, it was Jin Zhijiu who was hiding.

Confirm that the environment is safe.

Jin Zhijiu climbed down quietly.

At this time, the thug named "Dong Zhe" was still standing there smoking a cigarette, completely unaware that someone was approaching behind him.

"Ta-ta-ta!"

"Um?"

Until the distance between the two sides shortens to a few meters.

Dongzhe finally realized that something was wrong behind him and turned around suddenly, just in time to see Jin Zhijiu rushing towards him with open arms.

"It's you?!"

Dongzhe never expected that Jin Zhijiu had actually been hiding in the alley, and he never expected that he would dare to show up and attack him, not taking him seriously at all.

"He even took the initiative to send you to your door to seek death!"

With a sneer, Dongzhe immediately rushed towards Jin Zhijiu like a tiger, with veins on his forehead exposed, and he swung his fist with his right arm like a steel whip, pushing his fist and smashing it hard.

To know.

Before becoming a professional bodyguard, he was a former bomb-proof policeman of the Seoul Police Department in South Korea. Would he still be afraid of a prosecutor who was drained by alcohol and sex?

Jin Zhijiu looked serious.

His eyes suddenly condensed, he bent his knees and contracted his core, diving down in an instant and avoiding Dongzhe's big punch.

Then he buckles his front foot inward, twists his waist, and presses his thigh forward like a spring, pushing his forearm to deliver an uppercut straight to the opponent's chin.

"Bang!"

Between the lightning and flint, the shadow of the fist has arrived.

Dongzhe's flushed face suddenly turned pale, his head buzzed as if he had a concussion, and his eyes were filled with double images.

Before he could react.

Jin Zhijiu's eyes flashed, and he ran like a tiger. He stepped in front of Dongzhe, raised his hand, grabbed his hair, and pulled his head under his body.

His right arm suddenly tightened, and his muscles tightened, locking his neck tightly.

"Well, Assi..."

Dongzhe's eyes protruded and turned blood red. He still wanted to resist, but Jin Zhijiu's arm tightened tighter and tighter.

Within two seconds, his vision went black and he fainted from a complete lack of oxygen.

"call……"

After confirming that the other party had completely lost the ability to resist, Jin Zhijiu slowly let go of his hand and let Dongzhe collapse to the ground.

Counter tracking and approach quietly;

Dodge, counterattack, and defeat the enemy with one move.

That's right.

Jin Zhijiu is no longer the same person as before.

And the starting point of all this happened only five days ago: the [BCI Virtual Reality Training Device] awarded to him by Unit 7472!

"This is really the best decision I've ever made in my life!"

Looking at his hands and touching the back of his neck, Jin Zhijiu couldn't even believe that what he was seeing was real.

Because he and Yassen captured Kenny alive.

Having grasped the clue about the mysterious seller Riddle, Gu Ji rewarded the two of them with a training device.

What Yasen mastered was the CQC course of Xia Guo’s Xiangzhou Special Mission Company;

Jin Zhijiu has a basic skill: SOBR special rapid response unit quick reaction mechanism.

"Jiang Shengji, I didn't expect you to be so eager to attack me, so don't blame me for not cherishing our old friendship."

Jin Zhijiu fumbled for a moment, took out the electric baton and dagger from the thug Dongzhe's body, sneered, took out his mobile phone, and dialed a series of numbers.

"Hello?"

"Jiang Youzhen, it's me."

"Jin Zhijiu? You survived. That's right. With such a group of masters taking care of you, it's normal for you to survive. But I don't understand that you still have the nerve to call me."

Listening to the cynicism on the phone, Jin Zhijiu ignored it at all.

"Jiang Youzhen, I know Jiang Shengji has always wanted to deal with you. The enemy of my enemy is my friend. Maybe we can join forces..."

"Snapped!"

A loud slap resounded in the office of the president of AM Electronics Group.

"Waste! A bunch of waste!!"

Jiang Shengji roared loudly and kicked the thugs standing in a row in front of him to the ground, "Six people arrested one and they were killed in return. What's the use of my spending money to support you!!"

"President, I know Dongzhe's skills. Since he can't do anything against Jin Jijiu, does it mean there is something wrong with the information we have?"

The bodyguard captain asked tentatively.

But what he got in exchange was another slap.

"Are you questioning whether I lied to you?"

"Don't dare."

The bodyguard immediately lowered his head.

At this time, the beautiful secretary walked over quickly, leaned into Jiang Shengji's ear and whispered: "President, PM sent us news, saying that he can give us a compensation order, any target is fine."

"Axiba, what's the use of talking about this now!"

Jiang Shengji grabbed his hair, looking like he was about to go crazy from torture.

"That bitch Jiang Youzhen has gone home, and now the president is watching. As long as I attack her, the president will definitely not let me go!

Eh? wrong……"

After a pause, Jiang Shengji suddenly reacted.

"Any target is fine." He looked at the beautiful secretary in front of him almost crazily, and reached out to gently lift her chin, "If I directly kill the old president..."

Tokyo, Cabinet Intelligence Investigation Office.

Jiang Na, who was wearing a black casual suit and a high ponytail, was carefully browsing a document.

"Okay, I understand, go down."

"Yes, Your Excellency."

Wait until people leave.

Jiang Na picked up the document again and examined it carefully.

Since Takeshi Watanabe came to power, her position in the Japanese intelligence circle has become more and more stable.

Moreover, Jiang Na developed a large number of her own private intelligence networks by using intelligence funds and the black money from northern Myanmar presented to her by Wang Xueming.

No.

The information in front of her was obtained through her private channels.

The content inside is surprisingly related to "Mio Ito".

Ever since the Iran operation ended and Abu Chongben was captured by the Xia Kingdom, Jiang Na originally thought that the good society would disappear.

But what I didn't expect was.

The remaining forces in Japan were actually gathered by Mio Ito and controlled.

hard to imagine.

This is actually what a graduate student from a prestigious university can do.

"Why is there such a big gap between this Mio Ito? Is it really schizophrenic, or is the information I investigated earlier wrong?"

Because of Gu Ji's obsession.

Mio Ito has almost become Jiang Na's "inner demon". She will never be able to get over this hurdle until she finds out about it.

"Biochemistry expert? Why is Mio Ito looking for a biochemistry expert? Could it be..."

For a moment, the scene of last year's Diamond Star cruise virus incident reappeared in front of Jiang Na's eyes.

This crazy woman;

Will there be another bioterrorist attack?

…

Israel, Mossad intelligence headquarters.

As the top intelligence agency in the Middle East and even the world, Mossad does not have a public address like the CIA in the United States or MI6 in the United Kingdom.

Even within the Israeli government system.

The location information of Mossad headquarters is highly confidential.

In the corridor of the intelligence building, a staff member in a suit and ties was walking hurriedly. He had fine short hair and a full face beard, a standard Iranian handsome guy.

It was Amin Waheed.

Since the Iran incident, he has been "under house arrest" by the Mossad counterintelligence department for nearly a month.

During this period, he suffered mental torture and tests all the time.

Fortunately.

With the help of the 7472th unit, he finally passed the test with difficulty and was finally able to regain his freedom.

And.

Because he found important intelligence, he was promoted.

From the original peripheral intelligence informant, he became the leader of the second group of the Special Operations Department, and his status was even higher than that of Claudius.

"Minister, I'm sorry, I'm late!"

"Sit down."

Amin pushed the door open.

The office was already full of people, and they were the team leaders of various departments.

Behind the desk, the middle-aged man with a goatee wearing a white hat was the director of the Special Operations Department.

"It happened suddenly, let's look at the information first."

As soon as the goatee minister finished speaking, his men pressed the button.

In just a moment,

Amin felt as if his ears were wearing earplugs, and all the sounds in the corridor outside the house disappeared.

The room was so quiet that it was even exaggerated that you could hear your own heartbeat.

Active sound wave isolation and noise reduction!

As long as the button is pressed, all conversations in the room cannot be heard by the outside world, which is also the standard of the intelligence system meeting.

The next second.

The goatee minister turned over the computer screen and played a street video.

"Is this... South Asia?"

A black-skinned team leader was stunned.

Because the street building style and the appearance of the passers-by in the picture are exactly the same as the races of India, Bangladesh and other countries in South Asia.

A moment later, a convoy stopped by the roadside.

Several masked monks wearing brown robes turned and entered the shop, not knowing what they were buying.

While the driver was distracted.

Several children slipped to the rear of one of the pickup trucks and wanted to lift the waterproof canvas on it to peek at what was inside.

But just when they grabbed a corner.

"Snap!"

A big hand instantly pinched the child's wrist, and said something in his mouth that Amin couldn't understand at all.

But the subtitle translation below shows:

"What are you doing?"

"I, we..."

"Get lost!"

It turned out that the monks who had just gone to the store grabbed the child.

But the monks in the video seemed to have an extremely bad temper.

After scaring the child away, they hurriedly checked the canvas of the truck bed carefully to confirm that it was not loose, and then they returned to the car with peace of mind and drove away quickly from the street.

The video ended here.

The goatee minister immediately said: "Tell me, what did you see from the picture?"

"Is this happening in Nepal?"

"These people don't look like monks. Except for the driver, they all wear rubber gloves. This protective measure is too outrageous!"

"Are they transporting nuclear radioactive materials?"

The last sentence immediately attracted everyone's attention.

Everyone turned back.

Even the goatee minister turned his eyes and found that the person who spoke was actually the leader of the third group he had just promoted, Amin!

"Oh? Amin, how can you conclude that the car must be carrying nuclear contaminated waste, not biological and chemical viruses?"