Crisis Management Game

"President, Charles' phone is connected."

The secretary sitting in the co-pilot trembled and handed the phone over.

Jiang Shengji grabbed it and shouted on the spot:

"The Prime Minister's Office has come down to deal with the old chairman's case personally. With my ability, I can't stop them now. We must act immediately, otherwise once the 707 White Tiger Unit is gone, we will all be finished!"

"Now we can't even lock the location of that woman, how can we do it?"

Charles seemed unusually calm on the phone.

But when it came into Jiang Shengji's ears, it became another effect: "Ah, Charles, what do you mean, you took my money and don't want to do it?"

"President Jiang, don't say it so harshly. I promise you in the name of God that I will help you solve this trouble at the funeral the day after tomorrow. As for the South Korean government..."

At this point, Charles suddenly laughed twice, "We have our own way to deal with it!"

"You'd better make sure the mission is completed!"

Jiang Shengji almost gritted his teeth to finish his words.

As the president of AM Group, he has never been so tolerant of others.

It's just that the military company behind Charles has a complicated background. Since they can kill the old chairman, they can definitely kill him.

Thinking of this, he quickly dialed a number, which was the leader of the gang he secretly funded.

"It's me, help me keep an eye on a few people..."

At the same time.

In a hotel business cafe.

Seoul Charles put down his phone and continued to chat with the person in front of him.

But what he didn't know was that all this had been secretly photographed by Barron hiding in the dark with his mobile phone.

He had been following the other party for a whole day.

During this period, the three mercenary killers had also acted separately, but Barron judged that the bearded man in front of him was the core figure, so he chose to keep staring at him.

But he didn't expect that he would go around in a big circle.

He actually ran to see a young Korean.

Looking at the shooting screen, the young Korean handed the bearded man a tablet.

Barron couldn't help but touch his chin, frowned and murmured: "What are these two guys doing?"

...

"Gao Bo, wake up!"

"Um..."

Two days later, early morning.

It was still dark when Gao Bo heard someone talking beside him.

He yawned in a daze and saw Gu Ji browsing the architectural drawings of the funeral site on his notebook.

He subconsciously glanced at the time and it was already three o'clock in the morning.

He shuddered instantly and woke up completely.

Because this was the departure time he and Gu Ji agreed on.

"Sorry, I overslept!"

Gao Bo jumped up from the sofa in a hurry, grabbed the tactical vest and white shirt on the backrest, and began to quickly prepare.

"It's okay, remember, when you go to the funeral site later, you must observe twice more, especially the high-position watch point. We have no means to deal with snipers now!"

"Don't worry, leave everything to me!"

Gao Bo agreed while buttoning up his black suit jacket.

These outerwear were arranged by Jiang Youzhen's men for the two of them. After all, they always have to look decent when attending a funeral.

And Gu Ji's arrangements for today's funeral have already been made.

First, there was Kang Yoo-jin's most trusted subordinate, Ha Seung-tae, who had already led his men to ambush near the funeral site one day in advance.

The main purpose was to monitor what actions Kang Seung-gi took at the funeral site.

The second was Gao Bo's advance team.

Responsible for investigating the road safety between the hotel and the funeral site and checking for potential risks.

Finally, there was Gu Ji's security team.

Escorting Kang Yoo-jin to safety!

"Gu Ji, Brother Seung-tae and I have confirmed that there is no problem at the scene, but there are a lot of people. Not only many dignitaries came, but also many media reporters!"

"This is normal. After all, it is the funeral of the chairman of AM Group. Just taking a few photos will be the headlines of the news."

An hour later, after receiving the news that Gao Bo confirmed safety.

Gu Ji got up and walked to the door of the master bedroom.

Reminding in a calm voice.

"Director Kang, we can set off!"

"Creaky."

The next second, the door was pushed open.

What came into view.

was Kang Yoo-jin in a well-tailored black dress.

Her hair was carefully tied up, with tiny pearl hair accessories faintly visible between the hair. With her light makeup, she showed the nobleness and solemnity of the chaebol family, but also the gentleness and softness of a woman.

"Let's go!"

Gu Ji nodded, and then pressed the intercom button to remind the security team outside to prepare for action.

The two walked out of the room.

Seeing Jiang Youzhen dressed in a black dress, Wu Dongxu was stunned.

But soon, he gritted his teeth and stared at Gu Ji's back.

Because if this Xia Guo kid hadn't intervened.

Then the one standing next to the director now would definitely be him!

All of this.

Naturally, Gu Ji saw it.

But he didn't have the heart to care about these trivial matters now.

After sending Jiang Youzhen to the back seat of the car.

Gu Ji chose to sit in the co-pilot.

He divided the security team into three vehicles.

Although Gao Bo had stepped on the point in advance, no one could guarantee whether there would be any changes in these few minutes.

By adding two protection vehicles in the front and rear, at least in the event of an emergency, the front and rear vehicles can accelerate or decelerate to create isolation protection and buy time for the VIP to escape.

In the early morning of late autumn in Seoul, the sky just turned white, and then it was covered by the misty drizzle.

This is a great advantage.

Because rain means that the vision is blocked. Whether it is the influence of rain or the physical cover of umbrellas, it will make it more difficult for snipers to shoot.

There are not many vehicles on the street.

Along the way, except for a truck that suddenly cut in, which was more suspicious, the rest of the road was smooth.

There was no danger.

At six o'clock in the morning, the convoy arrived at the funeral memorial site.

A place that Gu Ji had never been to in reality, but was extremely familiar: AM Seoul Hospital Funeral Home in Gangnam District.

At this time.

The front yard of the hospital was already full of vehicles, and countless security guards in black suits were running around in the drizzle to maintain order.

But it still couldn't stop the reporters and media in front of the building.

Every guest who arrived, as long as he was a little famous, would be photographed and recorded by countless flashes.

To be honest.

Seeing this scene, Gu Ji was a little confused as to why the old chairman's funeral had to be arranged in such a busy area.

According to Jiang Youzhen's intention.

The person in charge of the funeral this time was not Jiang Shengji, but her uncle Zhao Taiyu.

This is also one of the reasons why Jiang Youzhen dared to attend the funeral publicly.

It is probably because AM Hospital is its own property and it is more convenient to use.

However, there is at least one advantage to holding the funeral in the city center hospital:

There are many people!

Compared with the Buddhist temple funeral in Japan, because it is far away from the city and located in the mountains, Liangbensha can block the funeral site and start a bloodbath with just a few tricks, and the outside world is completely unaware.

But this AM hospital in front of us.

Not to mention the number of traffic intersections around it, how difficult it is to block it, just talking about these media reporters in front of us, there are countless eyes staring!

If Jiang Shengji dares to take action at the funeral site.

It will definitely be photographed by the media and posted on the Internet at the first time. When public opinion rises, the president will personally go down, even if he is the son of a chaebol, he will definitely die! !

"Director, we should get off the car."

When the driver stopped the car, Gu Ji immediately ran out of the car, holding an umbrella, and opened the door in the back seat.

But he didn't expect it.

Jiang Youzhen was looking at the white wreaths that the staff were carrying not far away, and a trace of barely perceptible sadness flashed in her eyes.

Don't look at her as a high-ranking chaebol princess.

But in the end, she is just a daughter who lost her father.

"Director, we have to go in!"

"Sorry."

Soon, Jiang Youzhen adjusted her mentality, and under the escort of Gu Ji, stepped out of the car and walked towards the funeral home building.

"Damn! This damn weather, it seems to be raining harder!"

"It's okay to take these photos. I heard that the Prime Minister is likely to show up today, as well as the chairman of Sansang and the chairman of LG. If we can take pictures of them, they will definitely make the headlines!"

"Wait, look who that is!"

"Click! Click!"

Among the media reporters, I don't know who shouted first.

The next second.

Countless flashes focused on a Korean beauty in a black dress, like a heroine from a black-and-white movie, escorted by bodyguards, slowly stepped into people's sight.

It was Jiang Youzhen and Gu Ji.

In fact.

The reason why Jiang Zaiming's murder caused such a sensation in South Korea was, on the one hand, perhaps because the murderer's means of attack were too arrogant, and on the other hand, it was the rumor that the AM family was in disharmony and fighting for inheritance.

Now.

AM's head princess Jiang Youzhen publicly appeared at the funeral, which was definitely big news!

For a while, all the media reporters were taking pictures crazily.

"Gao Bo, have you found anything?"

"Not yet, I'm in a position now, and I can see that there are no suspicious people on your side, whether on the ground or upstairs."

On the way to the funeral home.

Gu Ji was still asking Gao Bo from time to time.

Now the boy is in a building on the east side of AM Hospital, holding a single-soldier reconnaissance telescope and observing the scene.

"That's good, keep monitoring!"

Gu Ji looked up at the black umbrella above his head.

Because of the risk of being shot by a sniper, he deliberately chose a large umbrella that opened straight, which could completely cover his and Jiang Youzhen's figures.

In this way.

Even if the sniper targeted them, he couldn't easily kill them with one shot.

"Hey! Isn't this my dear sister!"

Just as the two walked into the hall of the funeral home, a disgusting sound suddenly came from the corner.

Gu Ji narrowed his eyes.

I saw a tall, white-skinned, single-eyed young man, spreading his arms and staggering towards them.

The other party was Jiang Youzhen's biological brother.

Jiang Shengji!

"Jiang Shengji, I will settle this account with you sooner or later!"

When enemies meet, they are particularly jealous.

What's more, Jiang Shengji first targeted her favorite brother and killed her father, so that Jiang Youzhen couldn't control her whole body shaking now.

If Gu Ji hadn't stood in front of her to block her at the first moment.

I'm afraid she would have lost control and rushed over to tear the guy's face apart!

"Tsk tsk tsk, Jiang Youzhen, don't talk nonsense without evidence!"

Jiang Shengji didn't care at all about the other party's threat, and even took the initiative to come forward.

However, he was stopped by a hand.

Turning his head along his arm, he noticed Gu Ji, who was wearing a black suit, and couldn't help but be slightly surprised, "Jiang Youzhen, is this your new pretty boy? Tsk, tsk, tsk, she is indeed pretty!"

After saying that, he stretched out his hand and pushed it.

Prepare to push Gu Ji away.

But what he didn't expect was that it was just a blink of an eye.

Suddenly a black shadow passed through the inside of his arm, and he grabbed his elbow and pulled it toward his arms.

"President!!"

"Damn it! Let me go!!"

In an instant, the two bodyguards behind Jiang Shengji shouted.

But it was still a step too late. The moment Gu Ji pulled him over, he grabbed his forearm with his right hand and pressed down hard, directly pushing Jiang Shengji to the ground.

Police grapple fighting!

Rub your elbows and arms!

"Asiba, what the fuck..."

"do not move."

Gu Ji made a voice.

Jiang Shengji suddenly realized that the other party was not Korean!

He couldn't help but think of what Charles reminded him repeatedly at that time: Jiang Youzhen has Xia Guo's help behind his back, so it's not easy to deal with him!

Suddenly I broke into a cold sweat.

Although he is arrogant and domineering, he is not a fool.

Jiang Shengji knew very well that the person who could be sent by Xia Guo to protect Jiang Youzhen at this time must not be a simple person.

"Jiang Youzhen, what on earth do you want to do? This is the scene of my father's funeral and memorial service!"

Turning his eyes, Jiang Shengji had an idea and came up with the principle of filial piety.

Although Jiang Youzhen was also surprised.

Unexpectedly, Gu Ji could subdue Jiang Shengji under the nose of his bodyguard with just one move.

Although she also wished she could kill this guy on the spot.

But there were so many reporters and media outside, surrounded by celebrities who came to pay their respects, and everyone was watching the show, so she had no choice but to give up.

"Gu Ji, let him go."

"Yes, Director."

After saying that, Gu Ji let go of his hand.

The first second after Jiang Shengji escaped from the trap, he hurried back to his bodyguards and stared at the two men fiercely, "Jiang Youzhen, just wait, I will make you kneel down and beg me soon!!"

After saying these harsh words, he walked away directly.

As more and more guests came to pay their respects, the memorial service started on time at 7:30.

Among them, the appearance of South Korean Prime Minister Kim Chan-woon and the former president undoubtedly caused quite an uproar at the scene.

This shows that Jiang Zaiming's status in South Korea is indeed very important.

"Gu Ji, can you help me tie the corsage."

"Okay, Director."

Looking at the white laying flowers handed over by Jiang Youzhen, Gu Ji took it in his hand, carefully picked up a handful of fabric on her chest, and inserted the pin into it.

Seeing this scene, Wu Dongxu, who was guarding the door, became furious, "Xiba, the director is mine, you have no right to touch her..."

It's just his feelings that no one cares about.

Next.

The memorial service was held in an orderly manner.

Watching his father being sent to the cremation room, Jiang Youzhen finally couldn't suppress the sadness in his heart, and there were tears in the corners of his eyes.

A middle-aged man with gray hair and a square face quickly reached out and patted her shoulder.

He is Zhao Taiyu.

The brother who accompanied Jiang Zaiming in establishing AM Group was also Jiang Youzhen’s uncle.

"Okay, Youzhen, if Zaiming is still alive, I definitely don't want to see you so sad..."

"Gu Ji, something is wrong! There is a suspicious person moving towards you!"