crisis management game.

Chapter 216 Antoine Yassen

Anti-terrorism intelligence is the lighthouse of the entire anti-terrorism strategy, anti-terrorism campaign, anti-terrorism tactics, and anti-terrorism operations. It is the most effective and direct force to combat terrorist activities and crimes.

80% of intelligence interception comes from big data collection, which is why the country has been promoting the construction of big data service centers and command centers in various provinces.

The remaining 20% ​​is obtained through secret means, and the United States spends a large amount of money on counter-terrorism every year, which is invested in it.

The set of anti-terrorism training that Gu Ji obtained covers various conventional and unconventional terrorist attack methods from technical surveillance to close-in reconnaissance.

"It can be regarded as making up for part of my computer skills..."

Satisfied, Gu Ji took out the prepared food from the refrigerator, came to the desk, ate a beef burger, and opened the US stock market at the same time, preparing to see the next stock trend.

That's right.

Considering that the establishment of Unit 7472 cannot be done without financial support, Gu Ji wondered whether he could use the "predict the future" function in the game level to buy some lottery tickets, stocks or cryptocurrencies in advance.

In order to verify the feasibility, he selected the hourly movements of a few US stocks in the air crash level and secretly wrote them down.

……

"Ladies and gentlemen, we will provide you with meals and various beverages. I hope you like them. During the meal, please straighten the back of the seat to facilitate the passengers in the rear. If you need help, we are happy I am always at your service, thank you! Throat, Sen Nongdou..."

In the cabin of flight AM649, the loudspeaker on the canopy suddenly sounded the announcement, and Betty, the flight attendant, made the announcement in English, Spanish, and Portuguese respectively.

The passengers had just taken off and were still in the excitement and excitement of the journey.

At the back of the economy class, a muscular uncle wearing a brown-green outdoor shirt, aged five or sixty, with a combed back hair and a light brown beard on his face, was flipping through the notes in his hand. Turning the pen.

It was Antoine Yasen.

After hearing the meal broadcast, he slowly closed his notebook, said "excuse me" to the lady in sunglasses beside him, and immediately got up to check the luggage compartment above his head.

This time, he finished recording the Discovery Channel program and was going back to his hometown in Brazil to rest for a while.

Yes, Yasen is an outdoor explorer. He once served in the Brazilian Army’s Jungle Expeditionary Force for a while. After retiring, he was transferred to the BOPE SWAT team, which is the famous “Skull” force that specializes in fighting drug crimes. After being injured in a drug bust, he left the military and police and turned to fitness and outdoor adventures.

After being exposed to the Discovery Channel, he often traveled between the United States and Brazil to record various outdoor adventure programs.

And at the moment when Yasen opened the zipper of the outdoor backpack and stuffed the notebook and pen in, what he didn't see was that there was a red heart disc and a black telescope hidden under the notebook in the schoolbag.

"Hey, Betty, what's for today's meal?"

"Macaroni with tomato and bacon, and a croissant and ham sandwich, sir, which would you like?"

"Oh, it's the nasty macaroni again, can't these meals that taste like shit be replaced!"

"Hehehe, Mr. Captain, I'm afraid you have to respond to the headquarters in person. We small characters can't talk, Koni, send the food to the captain."

"Okay, purser."

At this time, a black-haired stewardess took out a piece of macaroni from the dining car, turned her back to the purser, nervously applied the powder in her hand to the surrounding of the disposable paper lunch box, and then knocked on the cabin door as if nothing had happened. "Mr. Captain, your meal..."

In the cabin, after getting ready, the flight attendants began to push the dining car to distribute meals and drinks to passengers from both ends.

Come near the rear area of ​​the cabin.

The blond flight attendant took the initiative to ask.

"Hi sir, we have prepared seven-up, cola, orange juice, tomato juice, coffee, tea and water for you. What would you like to drink?"

"gentlemen?"

Just as Yasen was about to speak, his back was suddenly straightened, as if a mechanical bearing had been installed.

In an instant, his eyes immediately changed, becoming extremely cold.

"Huh..."

Gu Ji opened his sleepy eyes, reached out and rubbed his eyelids.

He was very tired from staying up late last night staring at stocks all night.

In the first two hours, the hourly chart trend of the stock was exactly the same as what he had seen on Guanguan’s mobile phone, which aroused his curiosity. If he can really catch this bug, then he will soon be in the cryptocurrency market. , Using 125 times contract leverage, quickly accumulate tens of millions of wealth.

But as time went by, the trend of the stock gradually began to deviate.

At first, he thought that he had made a mistake in his memory, and because it was too late, Gu Ji felt that he couldn't bear it anymore, so he threw himself on the bed and fell asleep first.

When I came to the computer desk, I opened the stocks and took a look.

The original expectation in his eyes faded in an instant.

The later data is completely different from what he remembers in the air crash level, only a small half of the trend is roughly the same.

"Let me just say, how could it be possible for me to make money so easily in reality..."

Gu Ji took a sip of saliva, mumbling and cursing a few words about the game system.

Joking aside, he still saw some hidden information in it.

Although it is not certain, it can be inferred from the inability to accurately predict the stock market chart at the level, whether all the energy of "Crisis Management Game" is only focused on the key factors such as "crisis events, main lines, characters, geographical environment, and climate". As for other stock markets Events that have nothing to do with the crisis, such as shopping malls, supermarket discounts, and which chapters of the novel are updated, are all blurred.

This information may seem insignificant, but it actually provides insight into the mechanics behind the game.

It gives Gu Ji the feeling that it is like a graphics card and a CPU. When running a super-large 3A game, the graphics card will only render the main areas of the screen in real time in order to maximize performance and reduce power consumption. What about ray tracing and physical motion effects? As for the distant pictures of the map that human vision cannot notice, they are not so detailed, and only one layer of textures is used to perfunctory.

"Could it be that this game is not invincible, but just like a computer, it requires computing power?"

A bold idea suddenly sprouted in Gu Ji's heart.

An intelligence research and judgment is often initially based on reasonable assumptions based on existing information.

Although he doesn't have any definite evidence yet, judging from the various clues revealed in "Crisis Management Game", it does look like some kind of simulator game running on a computer.

only.

Possibly a realistic crisis simulator run by a supercomputer!

Putting away distracting thoughts and counting the time, one night passed, and the crash of flight AM649 should have just ended. He clicked on the webpage and began to search for information about AM649, but there were very few results.

Only then did Gu Ji realize that foreign flights are often the first to be fermented on the external network.

Fortunately, he has a ghost server, so he doesn't have to worry about Gao Bo borrowing the ladder and the little blue bird account, otherwise, this kid should criticize him for being "unrestrained".

really.

There is already a hot topic of "AM649" on Little Blue Bird.

Because this incident involved more than 100 passengers, it was a major air crash and caused a lot of sensation and attention.

【God!Why punish these kind people like this! 】

【Have you noticed that this year there are a lot of disasters? First, the airport in Africa was attacked, then the virus outbreak on the Japan Cruise Line, and then the bomb attack in New York, and the flood in India. Could it be that the world will be destroyed? 】

[Maybe the time predicted by Maya is not 2012, but 2024! 】

[I have just contacted my friends on the flight, and they said that the United States-Mexico Police Force has taken action and is escorting them to Mexico City! 】

【Thank God for saving these lost children. 】

[When Terry and I learned the news, we felt very sad. We immediately inquired about TSA and FBI through all relationships, and learned that everything is fine for Mr. Yasen, thank God...]

[Antoine Yasen is also on that plane?Oh my god, he's my favorite guest, hope he's ok! 】

The last few messages caught Gu Ji's attention.

Only then did he discover that the character "Yasen" he possessed this time was actually a well-known guest on a TV show. The European region still gained a lot of solid fans.

"Jungle Expeditionary Force, BOPE Special Police Force Fifth Tactical Company retired, Police Dog Force Advisor, so it's my family!"

Gu Ji browsed the personal information of "Yasen", but he didn't expect that the two of them had the same profession. In fact, he speculated from the beginning that this guy had a high probability of serving in the military, because he accidentally found a tattoo on Yasen's right shoulder. A skull tattoo pierced by a saber, this tattoo is often willing to stay in the early soldiers.

"This guy probably would have found a way to get rid of the two terrorist hijackers on the plane without me being in command."

It was the first time he had seen such a strong game character.

This "Old Yasen" is even stronger than him in wild jungle survival battles and police dog training!
I still have a lot to learn...

Close the notebook.

Turn on the screen.

In the purple bus, Riddle glanced at the contents of the computer, then secretly looked at it and returned to his seat. Yasen couldn't help shivering from the back.

He couldn't figure out where the old guy got the news.

FBI Secret Service?Or someone from the CIA?

But his Spanish is the same as his mother tongue, could it be from the Mexican intelligence center?

He scratched his head irritably, really not sure what Yasen's purpose was.

In fact.

Even Yasen himself couldn't figure out why this happened.

With eyes full of vicissitudes, he stared blankly at Bolton's report to the airline about the cause of the "dual engine failure" of Flight AM649, but actually he was secretly thinking about the whole process of the air crash.

for sure.

He and the co-pilot in front of him completed the forced landing of passenger plane AM649;
He cooperated with the Torreon National Guard in Mexico to rescue the hostages on the flight.

On the surface, this seems to be fine.

Make an emergency landing, find the hijackers, and save the hostages.

Yasen has a sense of justice and is willing to punish evil and promote good. If he faces such an air crash again, he will stand up and do what he can do like now.

But, is everything in front of him really what he wants to do?

Yasen turned his head, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw the black-haired stewardess beside him, and Riddle in a suit sitting behind him.

He didn't know these two people at all, and it could even be said that he had never seen them before taking this flight, but he just wanted to know and track down these people.

the most important is.

Yasen doesn't understand airplanes at all.

The army he served in was the Brazilian Jungle Expeditionary Force. He basically stayed in the Amazon rainforest all year round, cooperating with French foreign mercenaries to perform various military tasks, such as the ownership of gold mines, border disputes with dependent countries, and strategic material storage.

Even if he was later transferred to Skull, he has been in charge of tactical assaults and arresting drug dealers, and has never been in contact with aviation.

"There is only one possibility. I was drugged and trained secretly."

When Yasen was in the army, he had heard that the military intelligence organization had many special psychotropic drugs, such as Veritaserum, and it was not difficult to get one or two sleeping pills to make him temporarily forget certain things.

Including when he carried out the arrest operation in the skull later, he also heard from Brazilian drug dealers that a drug called "Paradise" is popular in East Asia, which can satisfy all spiritual desires of people and make them become slaves of desires.

Even the "brain-computer interface" popular on the Internet, remote control and so on.

"No matter what method is used, it is definitely not a few people or ordinary organizations who can do this quietly. Maybe that person can solve some mysteries for me."

Yasen's eyelids trembled slightly, and he looked at Riddle again.

He knew that there were definitely some secrets hidden in this guy that he hadn't revealed.

At nine o'clock in the evening in Mexico, the convoy successfully arrived at the capital: Mexico City, and drove all the way from outside the city to a luxury hotel in the city center.

At the entrance of the hotel, the heavily armed National Guard is strictly guarding the security around the hotel.

People from Copa Airlines were waiting at the gate early in the morning to pick up the passengers in the bus.

"When will we get out of here!"

"Our company is negotiating with Aeromexico to expedite the arrangement of flights for everyone. Before that, please take a rest at the hotel. There is no need to worry about safety."

"Damn, I just want to get out of the country!"

……

The passengers complained, but they were already physically and mentally exhausted from the whole day's escape, and finally entered the hotel half-pushed.

When checking in, Yasen took a special look at Riddle's room number.

After entering his room.

Putting down his backpack, Yasen sat on the bed, raised his wrist, and waited silently for 5 minutes. After inferring that everyone was already resting on the bed, he got up and was going to ask Riddle for clarification.

But when he just walked to the door.

Boom boom boom!
There was a knock on the door, and Yasen's eyes turned cold. The air crash made his nerves tense. He picked up a wine corkscrew from the table, instinctively stuck it on the wall, and moved to the door step by step, "Who is there?" ?”

(End of this chapter)