Simulation Game: Crisis Management

Chapter 609 - 276: The Beginning of Annihilation

This tactical bulletproof vest system is the latest research result of the U.S. Army’s SPS soldier protection system project, which, while ensuring bulletproof performance and modular design, further reduces weight to better fit ergonomics, earning favor among many marine and special forces.

Due to the current indifferent attitude of the United States towards him, unlike Xia Kingdom, there’s no discount.

But fortunately, the price is not expensive.

Gu Ji spent 1.3 crisis points to exchange it and delivered it to Wa Xueming’s side.

"Screech——!"

Wa Xueming suddenly braked to a halt, watching as the figure disappeared around the corner, only to find a military green camouflaged object in front of the car.

He immediately associated it with something, hurriedly got out of the car, and walked to the front.

"Is this... a tactical bulletproof vest?"

Wa Xueming reached out to pick it up, and through the heavy weight, he knew how powerful this item’s protective performance was, "As expected from 7472, even able to easily acquire such military-grade plated armor!"

He couldn’t help but have his pupils light up.

This level of rare good stuff is simply impossible to buy in Northern Myanmar.

With this, plus that mysterious landmine, it’s enough to save his life in crucial moments.

For a moment, Wa Xueming couldn’t help but feel grateful for betting on the right horse.

If he had chosen to follow the Bai Family back then, he might not even know how he died now.

Returning to the car, Wa Xueming first placed the tactical vest under the car seat, then drove to Bai Maoliang’s villa estate.

Just as he was about to enter the door, he happened to see two figures wearing black tactical vests and sunglasses, walking out of the villa’s side building where he previously resided, talking and laughing. Their skin was one dark and one light, seemingly foreigners.

His intuition told him these two people were definitely not simple.

Could it be that Bai Maoliang secretly found some helpers?

Wa Xueming slightly raised an eyebrow.

It’s highly possible.

The Bai Family is now at a critical juncture of life and death, Bai Maoliang no longer trusts him as the group’s supervision minister. Losing him as the "number one hitman" of the Bai Family, with this old fox’s character, would surely seek other avenues.

"Just wondering what the background of these people is, should I report to 7472..."

...

"What are you pondering about?"

"Nothing much, just checking the news, seems there’s a murder case in Thailand."

Gu Ji was sitting on the sofa, confirming the delivery of equipment to Wa Xueming, just in time to bump into his mom coming out to pour hot water.

Upon hearing "Thailand," Dong Ying’s pupils shrank instantly.

Then she uttered an "Oh," "You should sleep early, you have a flight to catch tomorrow. Mom has things to deal with and won’t be seeing you off."

"Okay, Mom."

Being a son for over twenty years, Gu Ji could easily notice the change in his mom’s gaze.

Seems like it’s likely, she’s been busy with the "Thai tourist murder case" these days.

Fortunately, with his mom’s current position and age, she doesn’t need to be in the frontline of fieldwork, otherwise, if it escalated to needing to personally investigate in Northern Myanmar, he’d surely worry.

The night passed.

Early the next morning, Gu Ji woke up, called out to his mom twice, and realized she was already gone.

He was just about to wash up.

Passing by the living room, he paused, noticing the stacked dishes on the kitchen table.

Gu Ji approached and peeled off the note affixed to the dishes.

"The fried dough sticks and buns are freshly bought, there’s porridge in the pot, and eggs to remember to eat. When you return to training and operations, always be safe and report to me regularly!"

He subconsciously pursed his lips into a smile.

Although the words carried an authoritative tone, his mom, having worked hard for two days, still specially got up early to cook porridge and buy breakfast for him; clearly, she couldn’t bear letting go of him, her precious son, just too bashful to say it.

After washing up, Gu Ji finished the breakfast his mom prepared.

Then he picked up his suitcase and took a cab to the airport.

Arriving in Ningzhou at 10 AM.

After leaving for four days, Gu Ji’s most significant feeling was that Ningzhou was much warmer than Jingzhou.

At the end of March, there was still snow on the roads in Jingzhou, but Ningzhou’s noon temperature had already climbed to 15 degrees Celsius, so he didn’t need to wear a cotton coat.

He didn’t take a cab directly from the airport but first looked around the terminal building.

Among the crowd stood a short-haired young man in a black down jacket, with sunken cheeks, looking "sly-eyed," none other than Gao Bo, who had returned from Ice State.

Truth be told.

Although the two hadn’t met in person for just three or four days, for Gu Ji, who had experienced the MERS hurdle, it felt like more than two months had passed.

Unexpectedly, he truly missed this guy’s cheeky look.

"Gao Bo!"

"Hey man, been waiting for you here for ages!"

Hearing the call, Gao Bo casually lugged the suitcase over, "How does it feel to be home?"

"Not bad, though my mom’s been busy with casework. How about you?"

Gu Ji chatted while casually draping an arm around Gao Bo’s shoulder.

"Sigh, don’t even start. As soon as I got home, my whole family was on me about blind dates. My parents wanted me to find a way to move back home too. If I hadn’t shown them my Dragon and Tiger Assault Team entry screenshots and explained on site, I might’ve never come back, bro!"

Gao Bo’s family wanted him to return home, something Gu Ji was well aware of.

But this guy had always dreamt of joining the Dragon and Tiger Assault Team, so he had resolutely fought against his family back then to stay with Gu Ji in Ningzhou.

After getting home from the airport to drop off his luggage.

At one in the afternoon sharp, Gu Ji returned to report to the Dragon and Tiger Assault Team.

Liu Weijun and Wu Kang were locals of Ningzhou, and Zhou Yang had been sticking with his girlfriend, so the only ones who had really left Ningzhou for a long time were Zhao Hua, Gu Ji, and Gao Bo.

"Zhang Zhong’s here."

"Cough, cough."

As they were chatting and sharing the joy of their holiday, Zhou Yang suddenly called out in a low voice.

Wearing his police uniform, Zhang Wenjun approached with a couple of coughs and asked, "Have you all rested well these few days?"

"Hehehe, yes Zhang Zhong!"

Zhang Wenjun grinned, eagerly awaiting the life at the Dragon and Tiger Assault Team.

"If you’re rested, get ready to buckle down, prepare yourselves. At 2 PM, join the first team for a live ammunition drill."

"Okay, Zhang... huh?"

Gao Bo was just about to instinctively agree halfway when he suddenly realized, "Zhang Zhong, we’re already participating with the main team, and it’s a drill with the first team so soon?"

"What, you don’t want to participate?" Zhang Wenjun turned to ask.

"No, no, I’m just asking casually." Gao Bo immediately chuckled.

After Zhang Wenjun left, he waved at Liu Weijun, muttering under his breath, "Monk, what’s going on, why are we having a live ammunition drill right after coming back?"

"I’m not quite sure either."

"Don’t play dumb, weren’t you always with the Dragon and Tiger Assault Team, how can you not know?" Zhou Yang retorted directly.

"I really don’t know." Liu Weijun shrugged, squinting helplessly with a smile, "Our main tasks are usually training, organizing a competition assessment every three months. Those with the lowest score get extra training, and those with the lowest score three consecutive times are directly eliminated from the team."

"Alright, ever since coming to Dragon Tiger, I’m getting more and more unsure of what Zhang Zhong is really thinking these days."

Gao Bo shook his head slightly.

While everyone was busy organizing their office spaces, he quietly tapped Gu Ji’s shoulder, "Did you notice something?"

"Notice what?"

"Come on, don’t pretend with me. When Monk answered my question earlier, I clearly saw a subtle change in your gaze at him, isn’t that because you noticed something?"

Who knows him better than Gao Bo.

Gu Ji didn’t hide, glanced at the distant Liu Weijun, and whispered:

"Monk didn’t actually tell the truth earlier. He should have participated in live ammunition drills, which often imply real combat. Monk might have been involved in major criminal capture operations and might have shot criminals, but he probably doesn’t want to mention it."

From that first meeting at the Xiangzhou exchange conference in front of the airport.

Gu Ji knew Liu Weijun had seen blood.

To be blunt, he had killed people.

It’s a kind of innate intuition.

Gao Bo was slightly taken aback, looked at Liu Weijun, then turned to back at Gu Ji, analyzing himself: "Live ammunition drills, real combat, major criminal capture..."

"You’re suggesting, we’re about to be involved in a significant operation?!"