crisis management game.

Chapter 3 Gun, Blood, Snatch
The flames flickered.

People, floor tiles, desks, chairs...

The bullets are like a meat grinder, where they pass, without exception, they are all smashed into a sieve.

Gunpowder smoke mixed with the smell of blood, burning and pungent.

Gu Ji's heart skipped a beat, his pupils dilated, and he watched helplessly as the scarlet blood flowed down the cracks of the tiles, dyeing everything white and red.

Is this a fucking crisis?

This is clearly massacre!Unilateral, indiscriminate slaughter! !
Even though Gu Ji had seen many cases of terrorist attacks in class, it was far less terrifying than the multiple stimuli mixed with sight, taste, and sound before him.

Sudden.

The muzzle turned again, pointing at another blind spot in the house.

A slightly rusty AK-47, no, judging from the all-inclusive guard ring sight and the bakelite metal butt that folds to the right, this is an imitation produced by Xia Guo: a Type 56-2 submachine gun!

Xia Guo once exported a large number of 56 punches, which are widely circulated in the Middle East and African countries because of their simple leather, durability, and low cost.

But this is not the point.

The point is, Gu Ji noticed the opponent's offensive action just now: marching against the wall, cutting corners and shooting!

Reduce body exposure as much as possible, suppress the enemy's safe angle, reduce the shooting range, and improve the reaction speed.

That said, this thug understands CQB - Indoor Close Quarter Combat!

Retired Secret Service?
mercenary?
Just when Gu Ji was thinking about the identity of the other party.

tread, tread.

Heavy footsteps stepped into the office without warning.

They were a pair of worn-out black casual shoes. The rubber soles pressed against the blood-covered tiles, "Pu Chi", "Pu Chi", and when they lifted their feet, they would be drawn.

Up the heel is a pair of beige and brown camouflage uniforms, with a red scarf on the neckline and a white printed pattern on it. He looks 27 or [-], with dark skin, sunken eye sockets, thick lips, bald head, not strong, but holding The arms of the gun are well-defined and muscular, appearing very powerful.

soldier?

Gu Ji never imagined that the thugs who attacked the airport turned out to be professional soldiers.

The background setting of this game is a bit outrageous. Even if Ethiopia has a long-term civil war, it is a consensus that "soldiers do not hurt civilians".

Not to mention the killing of a large number of foreign passengers on an international occasion like the Capital Airport, which will definitely cause shocks in the world!

After entering the house, the black man with thick lips began to check the "corpse". Unfortunately, the bald policeman was shot twice more.

The movement of the 7.62×39mm M43 intermediate power bullet fired in a narrow room is far more exaggerated than the effects shown in film and television game works.

Even through the iron sheet of the closet, the shock made Gu Ji's ears itch.

The office was originally small, and the distance between the black man with thick lips and the closet was even less than two meters during several moves, but he still didn't choose to do it rashly.

Even with the game enhancement, he is convinced of the famous saying: "Away from seven steps, the gun is fast, and within seven steps, the gun is fast and accurate".

In film and television works, many plots of grabbing guns with bare hands are fake.

The real situation is: In a high-tension and high-pressure combat environment, the nerves of the gunmen are always tense, and they will shoot immediately if there is a slight movement.

Automatic rifles fire continuously at close range, not to mention people, even dogs are hard to hide!
And from the moment this soldier entered the house, he followed the principle of sticking to the wall, never exposed his back to Gu Ji, and was extremely vigilant.

A circle inspection is complete.

Only the sofa on the wall by the door, and the dilapidated filing cabinet and changing wardrobe next to it remained.

Swish, the black man with thick lips raised the muzzle of his gun, bowed his waist and walked forward slowly.

suffered.

He checks every blind spot.

This is not intended to be kept alive!

A coolness penetrated from the tailbone to the scalp, Gu Ji pursed his dry lips, cut off the luck, and a look of anger flashed in his eyes; he is also a human being, and he would be physically afraid, but since he chose to go to the police academy, he would be a policeman. , then you will face vicious gangsters in the future. To deal with these guys, you have to be worse than them.

Be a coward?

Ha ha.

Who the hell doesn't have two shoulders against one head!
Gu Ji's face was gloomy, and there was only one chance of survival in front of him.

Just snatch the gun!

SWAT CQB Advanced Skills Course, Key Points of Unarmed Gun Grab Tactics:
[-]. Act quickly and clearly without any hesitation;
[-]. Distract the gunman as much as possible;
[-]. Avoid the muzzle shooting line;
[-]. Take advantage of the advantage that the torque of the gun body or the slide is larger than the grip, and try to control the enemy's gun or the hand holding the gun;
[-]. The main purpose is to control the opponent's weapon. Other attacks that cannot help you grab the gun are superfluous. Remember, you only have one chance!
Gu Ji's brain has never been so calm as it is now. In the university's police tactical operations class, the teacher has taught all the key techniques about snatching guns with bare hands, and they are all in front of him like a revolving lantern.

"Before I grab the gun, I have to find a way to distract the opponent."

His eyes flickered, and the sour sweatshirt on his face came into view, and a rough action strategy was slowly constructed in his mind, "When the door is opened, throw the sweatshirt to attract the attention of the target and block the shooting line of sight. The way of diving and attacking, avoiding frontal strafing..."

While thinking, he kept his eyes on the height of the opponent's gun and estimated the depth of the dive.

"The plan is feasible, just do it like this: open the door, throw clothes on the upper part of the target's chest, dive to save at the same time, pinch the wrist to grab the gun, the action must be fast, open the door, throw the clothes, jump down, grab the gun, four steps in one, open , throw, pounce, snatch, throw, pounce..."

Gu Ji tightly grasped his undershirt, and repeatedly recited the offensive strategy in his mind to strengthen his memory. Following the shaking metal muzzles of thick-lipped soldiers and the approaching black rubber shoes, he recited faster and faster.

And at the moment when the nerves were tense to the extreme.

Shoes, stop.

The air seemed to freeze, and Gu Ji didn't even dare to blink his eyes.

At this time, the distance between the two sides was about two steps. The thick-lipped soldier raised his right index finger slightly and placed it on the trigger. The basic safety rules for holding guns are universal: the index finger should not be placed on the trigger when not shooting.

The opponent is going to shoot!
Can't wait any longer! !

Gu Ji bent his knees and twisted his waist, his toes were like hooks, moving slightly, a flash of determination flashed in his eyes.

Snapped--!
There was a huge iron rattle, the door opened, and a blue undershirt was thrown out at the same time. Gu Ji kicked the wall of the cabinet wildly, his spine dived like a bow, his body suddenly burst like a sharp sword, and the black man with thick lips was startled. , the arm trembled, instinctively pulled the trigger, da da da da!
56-2 The muzzle of the submachine gun spewed out flames, the sound exploded like a cannonball, and the undershirt was instantly torn to pieces.

Unexpectedly, a yellow shadow flashed from the side to the lower abdomen in vain, it was the pounced Gu Ji, waving his left hand, clamped to the right wrist holding the gun, his right arm wrapped around his leg, his shoulder was like the top horn of a rhinoceros, bang!
One hit, one hook.

The huge impact inertia caused the two of them to fly upside down in an instant.

In mid-air, the muzzle of the gun rose inertially, and the ballistic arc swept across the plaster ceiling, puff puff puff, leaving a long series of holes. Finally, with a loud bang, the black man's back slammed heavily on the desk, and his eyes went black. , There was a buzzing in my head, and the rifle was thrown out of my hand!

Gu Ji fell to the ground at the same time, plasma splashed on his face, his bloodshot eyeballs flickered, he quickly confirmed the position of 56-2 Chong, stretched his legs and kicked him away.

But suddenly, there was a slight sound of metal friction.

This voice is so familiar!
The cold light in his eyes suddenly froze, his upper body collapsed, and his left hand was clasped like a tiger's claw towards the right wrist of a black man with thick lips. He moved quickly, and the latter just pulled out a black pistol from his waist: Beretta M92F!

boom!boom!
While the two wrestled with both hands, the black man pulled the trigger, and the bullet penetrated the wooden board of the desk above his head, and the sparse sawdust, mixed with gunpowder smoke, splashed in front of his eyes.

Squinting, the visual reception of information is reduced, and the reaction is slowed down.

There are defensive loopholes!
Gu Ji's brows flashed sternly, seized the opportunity, twisted his hip joints, parted his legs, straddled the black man's chest like a python, clamped his right arm, dragged the gun-holding wrist with both hands, and stuck the elbow joint with the base of his legs, at the same time Twist to the left, sit back on the buttocks, and bend the waist and abdomen hard.

Police Grasp: Wrist Cross!
Click!

"what--!"

The black man with thick lips screamed, Gu Ji exerted all his strength, and his right arm was instantly twisted and broken from the middle.

Grab the gun, withdraw, adjust the shooting position, bang bang!
Pulling the trigger twice in a row and firing quickly, one shot in the abdomen and one shot in the chest, the black man with thick lips protruded his eyeballs, his face flushed red, his left arm holding the knife froze in mid-air, leaving only his sharp pupils staring at Gu They seem to tear each other apart.

The next second!
boom!
The eyes of the thick-lipped black man finally lost their luster, and there was a blood hole on his forehead. The blood was like a fountain, splashing out from the back of his head, puffing, and splashing on the wall!

(End of this chapter)