crisis management game.

Chapter 140 Game Operation
It looks a lot like a line of barcodes.

The man in the black hat picked up the encrypted computer from the bushes, but didn't open it. He just took a rough look at the exterior and returned to the car with it.

After a while, the vehicle restarted and disappeared near the garbage disposal center.

……

Gu Ji kept hearing "Barron" coming down from Building 24 in Midtown Manhattan, and the live broadcast ended.

It was difficult for him to tell how "Baron" got the [Poison Needle Trap] landmine and recovered the mysterious computer through the sound.

This can't help but make him curious.

The items rewarded by the mission target may be patched so that the possessed can obtain them from the surrounding environment, but the two items he proposed are difficult to transfer and deal with in reality.

Unless the game has "official staff" who are personally responsible for the placement and recycling of special items.

That means...

There are people behind the game!

Gu Ji was frightened by his own thought and his heart "thumped".

This group can't be from Volut, can it?Could the father's death be related to this group of people?Could they already know who I am?

Countless questions appeared in his mind in a messy manner.

But soon the first two questions were rejected by him.

According to normal logic, the official personnel will definitely know the player's account identity information. If they are really from Volut, since they can follow the vine to get rid of Dad, why should they keep themselves alive until now?

And as a game official, the position should be neutral.

Otherwise, the game itself will not be fair.

"This "Crisis Management Game" hides too many secrets..."

Gu Ji rubbed his temples and exited the closed live broadcast room.

In Passion Fruit’s works section, the latest spoof video has more than 30 comments, almost all of which are messages urging him to start a live broadcast, but some netizens found the official live streaming from the official website of the New York Daily News .

He remembered the media helicopter in the first round of checkpoints.

Click on the official website of the Daily News, and sure enough, there is a high-altitude overhead shot that is live broadcasting the last stage:
Times Square Bomb Hostage!

With the live broadcast, Gu Ji can more intuitively see the difference between AI copying and his own actions.

The former is obviously more efficient. Except for key information dialogues, the AI-controlled "Barron" in the game will hardly say any unnecessary nonsense, and there will be no small actions. If there is no action, it will stay where it is, and if there is action, it will be decisive and fast. , the whole process was as calm as a precision machine.

Until the end of the game clearance.

Gu Ji approached the phone screen, squinted, and carefully stared at the "Baron" in the picture, trying to confirm his previous guess about the possessed person.

But because the camera of the New York Daily News is recorded with a super-telephoto lens, it is difficult to capture the details of some expressions.

Most importantly, he couldn't hear the live conversation.

new work time.

Barron stood there for a moment, watching helplessly as the blond woman outside the cordon disappeared into the crowd of onlookers.

"So, it is very likely that McClain sent your email. I will send someone to find her immediately. This information is very important to me. I will keep the phone with me for the time being. Tell me the password, and then tell me the password. I'll go back to the FBI to make a detailed record!"

Gillian read through the evidence in the email, took a deep breath, and said seriously.

But after waiting for a while, Barron did not respond.

She raised her head and looked at the other party standing there, contemplating and frowning, looking very puzzled and painful.

"what happened to you?"

"I, I'm fine..."

Barron was stuttering, obviously absent-minded.

Because he had already been frightened by what was happening in front of him.

"Fake, I'm just a street gangster, I just want to spend some pocket money with that Xia Guo anchorman, how could I get involved in so many troubles! These damned policemen..."

At this moment, Barron's head was like a ball of paste.

He followed Gillian into the police car in a daze, and on the way to the New York branch of the FBI, he finally sorted out the whole process that happened this morning.

Live broadcast, find bombs, defuse bombs, escape, rescue hostages...

God, I can't believe I'm able to accomplish these things!

Barron rubbed his hair vigorously. Fortunately, he still remembered the chemistry knowledge his mother taught him, and the Marine Corps books in his uncle's cabinet, which barely allowed him to survive such a horrific incident.

Of course, the most proud of.

It was the escape skills he had cultivated through daily mediation with the state police for so many years in the neighborhood.

Otherwise, it would have been caught today!

"Now that Dizard is dead, I'm the hero who saved New York again. The live broadcast has been watched by 10,000+ people. Why don't I just keep doing it and take over Passion Fruit as the anchor?"

Barron turned the curly hair on his forehead, and the ghost's eyeballs rolled, and there was a ghost in his mind.

But in a blink of an eye, cold water was poured on him.

Because he thought of those security guards at Volut's New York branch!

Don't forget, he managed to escape from those people with great difficulty. Now Volut still doesn't know his identity. If he starts the live broadcast at this time, wouldn't he take the initiative to send him to the door to be chased and killed?

And that Marine Corps Colonel Saawa.

The evidence in his mobile phone could kill the old fox. Although he didn't take the initiative to report it, the other party would definitely not let him go easily.

Most importantly, there is a mysterious organization code-named 7472 secretly staring at him.

The shootout at the Volut R&D Center relied on the mysterious landmine given to him by the organization.

Until now, he can't forget the scene of those security personnel going crazy after the mine exploded. This weapon is so weird, maybe it was all researched by aliens!
"No, I have to find a chance to escape as soon as possible..."

The long-term life experience of wandering around the streets without a father or a mother made Barron realize that this incident was beyond the reach of an ordinary person like him.

Whether it's the FBI, the NYPD, Volut, or the codename: 7472.

He didn't want to participate in any of them.

Survival is the real skill, everything else is fucking fake!

The webcast of the New York Daily News ended when the police car evacuated. Gu Ji exited the webpage, but never saw any special reaction from "Barron" from the screen.

But watching the live broadcast is not in vain, at least it can be concluded that "Crisis Management Game" is maintained by official personnel.

This piece of intelligence information is very important.

It will even affect Gu Ji's cognition and actions behind him.

"Because of Colonel Sahwa's incident, Volut has already shown its fox tail in front of the FBI. Now we have to see how far Gillian can find out, and whether he can dig out the real secrets hidden by this company..."

Gu Ji deleted the software one by one, and turned around to study this round of level rewards.

Counting the 1 point rewarded by the BUG system just now and the 3 points for recovering the mysterious computer in the game, he now has a total of 29.7 crisis points.

Although it seems like a lot, now Gu Ji needs 9 crisis points to upgrade to one level.

He struggled for a moment, but still gritted his teeth and took out most of it to upgrade.

[Do you want to spend 19 points to upgrade to level 9? 】

【Yes! 】

With a flash of white light, Gu Ji's attribute panel was refreshed, and there were six more available points at the bottom. The most important thing was that he got a new imprint slot.

Looking at the current attributes, every time the central nervous system is strengthened, the waiting time is even close to forty days.

The time shortened by simply supplementing with a large amount of nutrition is really limited.

This is forcing me to charge money...

If relying on eating to reduce time is equivalent to watching advertisements for free prostitution, then recharging money for games is equivalent to spending attribute points to strengthen the digestive system.

Forced to helplessness, Gu Ji decided this time that in addition to immunity, he will increase his overall immunity by one, and strengthen his digestive system a little more. The time shortening effect brought about by this can just meet his current rhythm of entering the level once a month.

Character: Gu Ji

Level: 9

Central nervous system: 18.1+0.5
Skeletal muscle movement: 16.5+0.5
Cardiovascular circulation: 14.9+1
Sensory organs: 14.6+1
Digestive system: 11.7+2
Immunity: 12.2
Current Remaining Reinforcement Points: 0
Imprint Slots: Reaction Improvement, Fighting Specialization (Small), Hearing Improvement (Small), Risk Judgment Improvement (Small), Empty
After looking at the central nervous system, which showed the remaining [797 hours, 34 minutes and 12 seconds] of strengthening, Gu Ji nodded in satisfaction,
Sure enough, there has never been a saying of "filling money in vain".

As soon as the recharge arrives in the account, the effect is immediate.

So he turned his attention to the skill research system.

On the other side, New York, USA.

Two assault vehicles covered an FBI explosion-proof police car and slowly drove into the parking lot of the FBI New York branch.

Ever since Jiang Songyuan was transferred to Ethiopia and was assassinated halfway, Ji Lian began to pay attention to the protection of witnesses, especially this bombing case involved a deep background, she dared not be negligent in the slightest.

Seeing that she had reached the downstairs of the sub-bureau, she hurriedly arranged for a fat detective to bring Barron into the building, and repeatedly asked:
"I'm going to contact the Naval Criminal Investigative Service now to confirm the authenticity of this evidence. You first make a statement for Barron, and then find a place for him to stay. Don't let him go. He still has Some secrets are very important to me, and I will talk about everything when I come back!"

"Don't worry sir!"

The fat detective raised his chest and looked up, saying that he was very reliable.

After Gillian and Jamie left, Agent Fatty walked into the investigation room and poured Barron a glass of water, while his young colleague opened his laptop and began to record the conversation.

Although it was Barron's first time in the FBI, it wasn't his first time in the police station.

Therefore, I have long memorized the interview process of these policemen. The fat detective asked a question, and he answered a question. He didn't mention any redundant information, and picked himself up.

The entire transcript was written down, as if this kid had never been involved in the case.

If Agent Fatty hadn't witnessed the boy's performance at the scene of the attack in Times Square, he might have really been deceived by him.

"You can relax and answer truthfully. Since we have learned that you are not a suspect in the bombing case and you were coerced by the main criminal, we will not sue you in the federal court, but you must tell us everything you did during the case." Otherwise, it will be suspected of obstructing the FBI's law enforcement and handling of the case!"

"Sir, could I have a cigarette, please?"

Barron wanted to take the opportunity to distract the agent.

The fat man's eyelids twitched. Although the other party was a minor, but considering that this guy was an important witness repeatedly urged by the chief, he still gave his colleague a look, took out a cigarette from his pocket, and handed it to the other party.

After lighting it, Barron took a deep breath.

Slowly exhaled a smoke ring, and began to tell the two of them some information about the Volut R&D center.

No way, FBI agents are not as easy to fool as state police.

He has to say something dry.

In Barron's mind, the ranking of power status is: code name: 7472 > Colonel of the Marine Corps > Volut Company, and the relationship between number one and number three is still hostile.

That's why he was the first to confide what he found in Volut.

In this way, even if the latter makes trouble for him, at least he can ask the mysterious army code-named: 7472 to come forward to help.

and many more……

While talking, Barron exhaled heavily, and suddenly found a very serious problem:

He doesn't know how to contact 7472 at all!

"Go on!"

Fatty Detective saw that Barron stopped in the middle of his speech, so he urged impatiently.

Feeling that something was wrong, Barron hastily stubbed out the cigarette butt.

"Well, sir, can I go to the bathroom first, I can't hold it anymore!"

"alright."

The fatty inspector raised his wrist to look at the time, got up and led Barron into the bathroom at the corner of the first floor, and then said, "Quickly fix it, I'll wait for you outside the bathroom!"

"Thank you sir."

Barron pretended to thank him, and then quickly glanced at the structural layout of the men's room.

That's right.

The reason he came out to use the bathroom was to escape.

Now that "Code Name: 7472" cannot be contacted, it means that he is completely alone now. He has to face the revenge of Colonel Sahwa, the pursuit of Volut, and the threat of the terrorist aide named McLean. Threats, maybe even the FBI will find him in trouble.

If he didn't slip away at this time, wouldn't he be waiting to be killed?

But Baron turned around and couldn't find a way to escape. Although the toilet of the FBI branch had windows, there was a steel anti-theft net outside, so he couldn't get out even if he opened the windows.

Time passed by minute by minute.

Barron became more and more anxious. He raised his head and looked at the air outlet of the central fresh air system on the roof. Suddenly, a bunch of quick response judgments and anti-reconnaissance escape skills flooded into his mind.

The next moment, he got into the toilet without hesitation.

Stepping on the water tank, he stretched out his hand and pushed open the air outlet partition, then got in with both hands, turned around and reinstalled the partition, and just hid it on the roof of the bathroom.

After about 2 minutes.

The fat detective seemed to be in a hurry. He walked into the toilet and yelled, "Isn't it finished yet?"

Barron covered his mouth and nose, afraid of making any noise.

The fat detective also noticed something was wrong, and hurriedly opened all the toilet doors, but there was no one there.

"Damn!"

He gritted his teeth and cursed, remembering what Gillian had repeatedly told him, he hurried out to ask the nearby detectives if they saw Barron.

And this guy has been waiting on the roof for four or five minutes. After confirming that the fat detective will not go back to the bathroom, he jumped down again along the air outlet.

He cautiously came to the washstand at the door, took off the outer white shirt to reveal the white T-shirt inside, washed his face with water briefly, combed his hair again, and walked out of the bathroom swaggeringly.

The office lobby on the first floor outside the door.

The FBI agents were all anxiously dealing with the documents at hand. Because of the bombing in New York this morning, they had no time to talk to Barron. It was hard to suspect that he was going to escape.

that's it.

Barron easily left the FBI branch building. After he went out, he quickly changed his face, turned his head and fled to the nearby alley!

(End of this chapter)