crisis management game.

Chapter 120
Boom, boom...

In a daze, Gu Ji felt that his body was slightly swinging from side to side.

"Okay, my family, don't worry, today's show will start soon, ouch, thanks to Boss J for sending me the 'Super Rich', thank you big brother!"

The sudden voice made him feel a little familiar, so he tried to open his eyes, and there were two figures standing in front of him surrounded by a section of silver stainless steel railing.

One of them was wearing a black trendy half-sleeve, a slightly plump Xia Guoren with black-rimmed glasses, and was standing next to him with a selfie stick mobile phone to live broadcast.

It was the outdoor anchor he met near Ningzhou University Town before: Passion Fruit!
This... what's the situation?
Gu Ji raised his hand to look, and found that he was actually holding a mobile phone. The backstage of the Passion Fruit Live Studio was playing on the screen, and a pile of bullet screens and gifts were constantly scrolling below, which was very lively.

The news said that he was detained by the domestic police and fled abroad.

Is this America?
[Limited by physiological conditions, your skeletal muscle movement attributes have been weakened to a certain extent;]

[The "Poison Needle Trap" mine*1 you are carrying has been delivered, you can check it by opening the backpack. 】

Feel some of the weight coming from the backpack on your body.

Gu Ji turned his head.

There is a faint smell of whoosh and pungent cologne in the air. You can see the purple seats on both sides, the light box advertisement above the head, and the stainless steel doors.

It turned out to be in the subway.

Through the reflection of the rounded rectangular glass, he saw a tall and thin young foreign boy in a purple hooded sweater and black shorts, with golden curly hair, a fair face, clear eyes, and a childlike temperament.

This is the role that Gu Ji plays this time: a young foreign Caucasian brother aged eighteen or nineteen.

It seems to be Passion Fruit's live broadcast assistant abroad.

Just as Gu Ji was trying to find more information, an English scolding suddenly came from beside his ear.

"Fack! Barron, why are you in a daze? I hired you to be a mascot? Hurry up and block those black people who sprayed me!"

Gu Ji raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard the sound, and his dark and fierce eyes swept over in an instant.

Look at each other for half a second.

Passion Fruit looked away in a daze, but a strong black man in a gray jacket beside him was just the opposite, his eyes glanced at Gu Ji indifferently, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

Just in time for the subway to arrive.

Passion Fruit didn't bother to continue to pay attention, raised the phone and smiled at the screen: "I'm going to the station soon, my family members will see how I do my work and it will be over. It will definitely have a program effect!"

Gu Ji noticed that the strong black man was carrying a black cylindrical bucket bag in his hand.

At the moment when the car door opened at the stop, he slightly tore open the zipper, revealing the flickering red light inside, and immediately threw the black bag down, and the two ran out at the same time:

"Run!"

Passion Fruit suddenly yelled out, and immediately stopped several foreign white-collar workers who were about to enter the carriage, and subconsciously took two steps back.

Seeing this scene, several passers-by in the carriage were also terrified, and got up to run away, for fear that something terrifying would jump out of the bag.

One of the foreign aunts fell down on the road due to weak legs and feet, but the instinct of panic forced her to roll and crawl.

Is this pretending to have a bomb in the backpack to scare passers-by?
[The crisis begins! 】

[Please choose your initial reward! 】

【City Map*1】or【Black Mask*1】

Gu Ji's thoughts were interrupted by a notification sound that suddenly popped up in his mind.

Although Gu had known for a long time that "Crisis Management" was considered half a meat pigeon game, and the refreshment of each round of rewards was random.

But seeing the two item options in front of him, he couldn't help being silent.

White [City Map*1]: A detailed map of the current city, printed on A4 colored paper, with a ratio of 1:1000000, which can help you quickly grasp the distribution of traffic and building routes in this city.

White [black mask*1]: a black mask made of non-woven fabric, mainly used to prevent respiratory infectious diseases, while covering the appearance, it can also slightly enhance the value of the face.

Good guy, two rubbish.

City maps are of little use to him.

Gu Ji has already seen the words "NYU" from the subway map on the door, which is the abbreviation of New York University, so it can be confirmed that he is now in New York, USA.

Even without this information, he can still turn on his phone and use Google Maps to view the browsing location.

Yet another option is even more useless.

This level is not a public health level. Even if biochemical terrorist attacks such as poisonous gas and germs are involved, what protection can a mask play?

Reluctantly, "the tallest among the dwarfs", he still chose the first one, and immediately there was a folded map in his pocket.

【New goal: Don't die within half an hour! 】

"Hahaha……"

As soon as the system jumped out of the new task, passion fruit's arrogant laughter came from outside the subway door, and the body twitched forward and backward.

Only then did a few passers-by realize that they were being tricked.

One of the middle-aged white men came up angrily, pointed at the passion fruit and shouted:
"Fack! What are you kidding! I want the police to arrest you!"

"Hey uncle, what are we doing?"

Unexpectedly, the strong black man next to Passion Fruit directly blocked it, fists in his hands, as if exercising his muscles and bones.

Seeing this scene, the middle-aged Caucasian immediately became frightened.

On the screen of the mobile phone, water friends from home and abroad are frantically sending barrage.

[Awesome!The anchor is not afraid of being shot? 】

[No wonder you brought a black bodyguard with you, it turned out to prevent you from being beaten! 】

[Placing false dangerous goods is a serious crime! 】

[He just lost a bag, how do you think it is a dangerous item? 】

[Switch to China, and the junk collector will take it away for you directly! 】

[Art requires cruelty to present anchor carnival*2! ——The show is good, but it would be more real if it exploded! 】

Seeing the special effects of carnival gifts appearing on the screen, Passion Fruit was so excited that her eyeballs almost fell into the screen.

The software he broadcasts is currently the most popular Tik abroad, and a carnival savings is equal to 500 US dollars, which is equivalent to a domestic carnival.

"Thank you, brother art, for the gift. Thank you so much. Brother art, I see that your post is in English. Are you American?"

Being able to throw out $1000 at one time is definitely considered a real rich man.

In particular, Passion Fruit was banned in China, and after coming to the United States to start again, its popularity was not as good as before. Facing this kind of wild local tyrant, how could it dare to neglect, and immediately nodded and bowed down to get close to the other party.

Gu Ji frowned slightly, as Gao Bo said, this kind of person has no bottom line.

But for him, the passion fruit is not the point, the point is the crisis that will happen in this checkpoint. He can't even lock the location now. Is it in the car or in the subway station?
The strong black man glanced at Gu Ji, then returned to the car and bent down to pick up the package.

Just as he was about to zip up, his hands froze suddenly.

"Dizard, why are you stunned, hurry up and take out the package, the car will drive away in a while, Brother Art is anxious to watch the show!"

The same routine is useless on a subway.

So Passion Fruit hurriedly scolded.

But Dizard didn't pay any attention to it, his dark face turned green and white, as if he had seen something terrible.

Gu Ji's eyelids twitched, sensing something was wrong, and instantly pounced on to open the backpack.

I see.

In addition to the spoof red flashing light placed by the passion fruit, there is also a cardboard tube wrapped with gray industrial tape. An old black phone is fixed in the center. The buttons on the lower half have already been disassembled, and the components are stripped from the inside. It is connected to the inside of the paper tube with a black and red wire.

Gu Ji, who has studied the USMC bomb disposal/explosion methodology, recognized this thing at a glance:
Homemade IED mobile phone remote control bomb!

Passion Fruit is still staring at the phone screen at the door: "Brother Art, what do you mean by helping me?"

"Everyone run, there is a bomb——!"

Gu Ji let out an angry roar, threw the bomb in the carriage, turned around and flew out.

At first, the passers-by thought that Gu Ji was going to cheat a second time, but when they saw the bomb he dropped on the ground, they were instantly frightened out of their wits, and even the strong black man escaped from the car together.

next moment.

The moment the carriage door closed, the phone rang.

Boom-!
A fiery flame erupted, accompanied by thunderous vibrations, the iron sheet of the car door was torn open, the glass shattered instantly, and flew like sharp arrows, shooting wildly and violently towards the surroundings.

chi chi chi...

The explosion triggered the train's emergency braking device, and the harsh sound of metal rubbing on the track came from the bottom.

"Ah! Help!"

"It exploded! Run!"

"My leg! My leg! Someone save me!!"

……

In an instant, the entire subway platform was in chaos. Although many passers-by ran out of the carriage, their thighs and bodies were scratched by the shattered glass, and blood flowed from their fingers, which made them scream hoarsely.

Gu Ji stood up and looked back at the bombed and deformed carriage, his heart pounding.

Fortunately, it was only a single tube of explosives, which was not very powerful. Otherwise, according to the detonation time of a few seconds and double the dose, he would have to explain here!

Passion Fruit slumped on the ground.

His thighs and abdomen were scratched by fragments, and a small piece of glass was stuck on his face. He poked there like a piece of wood, completely terrified by the explosion scene in front of him.

"How, how could..."

He muttered stupidly, but he couldn't figure out why the fake bomb suddenly became a real bomb!

At this time, Gu Ji's mobile phone suddenly vibrated.

It's a floating screen reminder of a large gift in the live broadcast room.

[Art needs to be cruel to present the anchor carnival *1——this time is much more comfortable, how is it, my help is good, right? 】

what's the situation?
He set the bomb?

Even Gu Ji, who was used to all kinds of crisis scenes, couldn't help being shocked by this sentence, and the chill on his back even numb his scalp.

Live remote control bomb terrorist attack.

What a rampant mob! !

[Fuck!really exploded? 】

[The anchor is a terrorist? 】

[Wolf is coming live version, the fake bomb has become a real bomb! 】

[Today's world headlines? 】

[Art boss speaks: Dangerous! 】

Such a horrific explosion scene naturally aroused excitement in the live broadcast room. At this moment, the water friends began to frantically send various question marks, and the number of viewers in the venue also began to increase.

Passion Fruit also noticed the floating text on the gift, and responded with trembling lips: "Yi, brother Yi, stop joking, thank you for the gift, my heart is shaking with fear..."

It is worthy of asking for money rather than life.

Seeing the soaring popularity and the increase in gifts, Passion Fruit once again had a crooked idea.

But just when he was about to use the explosion as a live broadcast gimmick.

[Art needs cruelty: I think you enjoy it?Now I will give you a chance to explode the whole Internet. I have planted three bombs in New York City, which are several times more powerful than this one. As long as you can find them and deal with them, believe me, you will become all American hero. 】

[Fuck?play big? 】

【real or fake? 】

[It must be a mouthful, don't forget that foreigners also have keyboard warriors! 】

[Awesome!Are you afraid of being arrested for saying this? 】

[FBI: Open the door!Check the water meter! 】

……

Seeing this sentence, Gu Ji immediately picked up his phone to check the background of the live broadcast.

Intuition told him that this person did not seem to be telling a lie.

He found all the speeches of "art requires cruelty", and found that when he said "to give the anchor a little help", it happened to be the time when the remote control bomb exploded, and the error was not more than two seconds.

If the live broadcast delay is removed, then it is just right!
it is true!
Gu Ji's head buzzed.

The last time a terrorist bomb attack was publicized in the media was the famous bomber: Ted Kaczynski!
A prodigy who studied at Harvard at the age of 16, bombed American colleges and universities, and played with the FBI for 18 years!
From 1978 to 1995, Kaczynski mailed a series of increasingly advanced bombs to various colleges and universities in the United States, causing panic in American society.

The most frightening thing is that he sent letters to many media anonymously, publicly "live-streaming" his attack purpose and demands on newspaper media, but the police had nothing to do with him.

The FBI and other agencies specially formed a special team composed of 125 agents, and even issued a reward of 100 million US dollars. In the end, his younger brother saw through and was caught.

But what era was Kaczynski's murder?
At that time, criminal investigation and anti-terrorism technology were in their infancy, and he used newspapers, so the delay of news was very high. Often when the media received the letter, the real culprit might have already escaped.

And when is it now?
21st century.

You can leave a browsing record even if you watch a pornographic film on the Internet, let alone speak in the live broadcast room!
This bomber is too arrogant!
So Gu Ji decisively took out his mobile phone and dialed "911", but before the call was connected, a "beep beep" sound came from the receiver, and it was interrupted immediately.

Is the signal bad?
Just when he was about to call back again, there was another floating screen barrage in the live broadcast room.

[Art requires cruelty: It seems that your assistant is far calmer than you. Since I haven't explained the rules, this time it's not your foul. I've placed remote sensor bombs on the three of you. If you step down or stay away from the live broadcast mobile phone within 5 meters, it will explode, which is powerful enough to kill you. 】

[From now on, you must live broadcast the entire search for the three bombs I buried. I will send you a private message to remind you that during the search, you cannot turn off the live broadcast, contact the police for help, and you cannot be caught. If any of the above three items are violated, I will directly detonate the bomb on his body. When all three people die, the whole New York City will be buried together! 】

Body bomb?
Passion Fruit thumped, looked down at the black pickup microphone clamped around his neck, and the signal light suddenly flashed red.

Gu Ji's heart was beating very fast at the moment.

He didn't expect that his act of making a phone call would be caught by the bomber.

People are nearby?
Or background remote monitoring?

Gu Ji was more inclined to the latter. No wonder the bomber dared to disclose his identity in the live broadcast room. It turned out that he had computer skills comparable to hackers.

Right.

According to the first requirement of the bomber, it is impossible to keep the live broadcast uninterrupted. Even if subjective factors are not considered, external objective factors must also be considered.

If such a horrific bomb attack occurs, the incident will soon be fermented on the Internet, and within a few hours, it will cause an uproar in the United States and even the world.

In order to reduce the adverse effects of panic caused by the incident.

The official will definitely ask the software company to stop the live broadcast, which is beyond the control of Gu Ji and others.

Therefore, in order to avoid the incident of "unplugging the network cable", the bomber needs to lock the live broadcast room from the background, or use a virus to paralyze the company's background system. In short, it must be out of official control.

Otherwise, this is a dead end!

[No wonder there are so few foreigners, this nima is too scary! 】

【Is this boss so arrogant?Are you not afraid of being locked by the FBI? 】

[The American version of "Terror Live"? 】

[At first, I thought it was the big guy spoofing the whole show. If it was true, I would say that a terrorist attack is definitely not as good as your juice! CIA, FBI, seals, and delta are not just for nothing! 】

[If you make such complaints, you are not afraid that the boss will blow up your computer along the network cable? 】

【do not be afraid!The old man will do it himself! 】

……

In less than a minute, the number of people in the live broadcast room rose from the initial few hundred to 1.

Judging from the style of the barrage, some people chose to believe it, some people were dubious, and some insisted that the bomber was just talking.

The black Dizard shook his head in horror, as if he hadn't recovered from the aftermath of the explosion just now.

"I don't care what pranks you guys are playing, it has nothing to do with me anyway, I'm just a bodyguard..."

As he spoke, Dizard turned and ran away.

But the moment he ran out of the 5-meter range of the live broadcast phone.

With a muffled sound, Dizard's neck erupted into a cloud of blood mist, and for a while, flesh and blood flew across the face, and the minced meat splashed on the faces of Passion Fruit and Gu Ji, with a sense of warmth!
"what--!"

"Ah! Dead!"

……

The frightened wounded screamed uneasily. Because of Gu Ji's timely reminder and the low power of the bomb, there were only wounded at the scene and no one died.

But it's different now.

The burly man in black was blown to death right under the eyes of everyone, further enhancing the horror atmosphere of the scene!
"Woo... hoo..."

Holding the phone, Passion Fruit trembled uncontrollably. He wanted to shout, but his throat seemed to be stuffed with cotton. No matter how much he choked, he couldn't make any sound.

Gu Ji gasped, and before he even had time to wipe the blood off his face, he immediately touched his own neck.

Sure enough, he was wearing a neck-mounted Bluetooth headset!

He roughly felt it, it was a bit heavier than ordinary bluetooth headsets, and it was most likely filled with explosives and electronic detonators.

Don't underestimate this thing. Even if the explosion is not powerful at such a short distance, a slight impact on the neck, a vital part of the human body, is enough to kill.

To know.

5g of PETN/RDX with shaped charge can blow up a lot of things.

【Oh my God!Come on! 】

[Really dead? 】

[I feel like watching a movie, isn't this the effect of Brother Guo's program? 】

[Jia Nima effect, watching the live broadcast is stupid?Is this a scene made possible by special effects? 】

【What should I do!My boyfriend is studying in New York right now, will he be fine? 】

[The moon in foreign countries is not as round as it is in China. Fortunately, I am not moist! 】

……

Even across the screen, the water friends in the live broadcast room could not help but be terrified by the death scene of the strong black man.

And this effect is exactly what the bomber wanted.

[Art needs cruelty: Well, there are two left now. To be honest, I really don’t want to detonate all the bombs. I hid them with great difficulty. a piece of information. 】

[New York City will deploy a police car for every square mile. There are two police officers in the car. The average time from receiving the police to the call to the police to arriving at the scene is generally about 5 minutes. I think you have less than 33 minutes. You can leave in time, otherwise you will definitely be stopped by the police. Friendly reminder: If you are stopped by the police for questioning, you will be considered arrested~]

When Passion Fruit saw the last sentence, the corners of her eyes became sour, and she knelt on the ground and began to cry uncontrollably:
"Please, brother! I was wrong! I really know I was wrong! I will never spoof bomb attacks again, I, I will return all the money you swiped to me, and I still have 20 in my card." Wan, yes, as long as you let me go, I will give you everything!"

Just kidding, if you can plan such a terrorist attack, will you care about your 20, just to punish a spoof anchor?
This passion fruit is too silly and naive!

The conditions he mentioned are of no use at all, and the attacks carried out by terrorists are often positively related to their goals.

In other words, the larger the attack scene, the higher the target conditions behind it.

But the two of them couldn't meet the conditions that could match the threat of a New York City.

But Gu Ji still has a piece of information that urgently needs to be confirmed.

"Don't cry, who brought the media equipment on us?"

"Ugh, what device?"

"You still don't understand?"

Facing Passion Fruit's fearful and puzzled eyes, Gu Ji squeezed the earphones around his neck, and pointed to the pickup microphone on his neckline.

These induction bombs are carefully designed and manufactured, and they can easily explode if mishandled, so the person who provided them with the equipment is likely to be the bomber himself or his accomplices!
Only then did Passion Fruit react, and asked back.

"Didn't you bring all of this? You come to ask me now? Oh, I see, it's you! You are with the terrorists!"

what! ?

Gu Ji was taken aback by this question.

Could it be that the body he possessed was the insider of the bomber?

It shouldn't be, this doesn't conform to the main line of "crisis management" set by the game, and it was probably transferred by someone on the way before the live broadcast.

It's a pity that he doesn't have any memory information of "Baron" at all, so he can't lock the suspect.

That's right.

The real way to solve this crisis is not to find bombs, but to find people!

Only by finding a way to confirm the identity of the bomber can this terrorist attack truly end.

Otherwise whatever.

They are all just puppets held by steel wires, always facing the threat of bombers!
The more Passion Fruit thought about it, the more he felt that his analysis was correct. He got up and wanted to run away, but maybe it was because of fear, or kneeling on the ground for a long time, the blood in his thighs congealed, and he fell to the ground as soon as he took a step.

Gu Ji took the opportunity to step forward and grab the live broadcast phone.

"What are you doing!?"

Passion fruit rushed to grab it, but he was no match for Gu Ji, he grabbed it with an anti-knuckle, he screamed in pain, and immediately dropped the phone.

[Art needs cruelty: Hahaha, you guys are so interesting! 】

"Hey! Everyone get down!"

"Get down! Put your head in your hands!"

At this time, in the stairway in front of the right, there was a stern shout from the police, as if they were about to block the subway.

Hearing this sentence, Gu Ji immediately put on the hood of the hoodie to cover his face, and at the same time buckled up the live broadcast mobile phone, and ran towards another subway exit in the opposite direction.

Passion Fruit also knew that being caught by the police would mean death, so she tried her best to get up.

"Fake! Wait for me! I will die if I walk 5 meters away from the phone!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he rubbed his thighs, trying to activate his stiff muscles, while stepping after Gu Ji.

"Don't move!"

"Hold your head in your hands! Lie on the ground!"

"Do it now! Or we'll shoot!"

……

Unexpectedly, the police had already come down the stairs, saw Gu Ji and Passion Fruit running away, mistook them for criminals, and immediately raised their pistols and loudly warned.

But the two who knew the rules didn't dare to stop at all, and even accelerated desperately.

boom--!
The gunshot rang out, and Gu Ji heard a scream coming from behind him. He took the time to look back and saw Passion Fruit fell to the ground. His back was hit by a police bullet, the bullet pierced through his lungs, and blood spurted out from his mouth and nose.

Dying, he was still reaching out to grab Gu Ji's back, trying to catch up with him.

But in the end it was just futile.

Whether he was shot in the lung or caught by the police, he could not survive.

5 meters over.

boom!The microphone on the neck exploded in an instant, and the head of the passion fruit seemed to be like the flesh of the passion fruit, scattered in all directions, and the two policemen who were chasing were so frightened that they immediately fell to the ground and looked for cover.

And this just created an excellent opportunity for Gu Ji to escape.

He rushed into the stairway with a brisk step and disappeared.

[Art needs cruelty: Now, you are the only one left, hehehe...]

　I'm sorry, I woke up suddenly in the middle of my sleep last night, and then I couldn't fall asleep. I didn't go to bed until after 5 o'clock in the morning, so I woke up late, and there were too many information checks for the new level, which delayed the update time. Sorry!

　　
　
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