Simulation Game: Crisis Management-Chapter 200 - 117: Human Bomb
[No wonder he brought a black bodyguard, it's to prevent getting beaten up!]
[Planting fake dangerous items is a serious crime!]
[The person just dropped a bag, how can you assume it's a dangerous item?]
[In our country, a scrap collector woman would have taken it away directly!]
[Art requires cruelty, gifting the streamer a Carnival *2! — Nice show, but it would be more real if it exploded!]
Seeing the Carnival gift effects on screen, Passionfruit was so excited his eyes were about to pop out of the screen.
The software he was streaming on was the currently hottest TikTok abroad, where a Carnival is equivalent to 500 US Dollars, similar to the Carnival in China.
"Thank you, Art Bro, for the gift. Thank you so much. Art Bro, I see you wrote in English, may I ask if you are from the United States?"
Anyone who can throw out 1000 US Dollars at once definitely counts as a real tycoon.
Especially since Passionfruit was banned in China and had to restart in the United States, where his popularity was not as high as before. Facing such a wild tycoon, he dared not be negligent, immediately nodding and bowing to get close to the other party.
Gu Ji frowned slightly, just as Gao Bo said, people like this have no limits.
But for him, Passionfruit wasn't the focus; the focus was the crisis about to occur in this scenario, and he couldn't even pinpoint the location yet. Was it in the car or at the subway station?
The black man glanced at Gu Ji, bent down inside the car to pick up the package.
Just as he was about to zip it up, his hand suddenly froze.
"Disard, why are you freezing too? Quickly take the package out, the car will start soon, and Art Bro is anxious to watch the show!"
The same trick on a subway wouldn't be interesting.
So Passionfruit hurriedly shouted.
But Disard didn't respond at all, his dark face turning pale as if he had seen something terrifying.
Gu Ji's eyelids twitched, sensing something wrong, and he instantly lunged to pull open the backpack.
Inside.
There was not only the prank red strobe light placed by Passionfruit, but also a cardboard tube wrapped in gray industrial tape, with an old black phone fixed in the center, its bottom keys removed, exposing components and a black and red wire connecting inside the tube.
Having studied the USMC Bomb Disposal and Demolition Methodology, Gu Ji immediately recognized what this was:
A homemade IED cell phone remote control bomb!
At this moment, Passionfruit was still staring at his phone screen by the door: "Art Bro, what do you mean by helping me?"
"Everyone, run, there's a bomb—!!"
Gu Ji shouted angrily, threw the bomb inside the car, turned, and dove out.
Originally, passersby thought Gu Ji was trying to trick them a second time, but when they saw the bomb he dropped on the ground, they were instantly terrified, their souls nearly escaping their bodies, and even the black strongman fled the car with them.
The next moment.
As the car door closed, the phone started ringing.
BOOM——!
A fierce firelight erupted, accompanied by a thunderous shock, tearing the car door's metal open, shattering the glass instantly, shooting out like deadly arrows, violently and fiercely towards the surroundings.
Sssss...
The explosion triggered the emergency brake system of the train, and the screeching sound of rail metal friction came from underneath.
"Ah! Help!"
"It exploded! Run away!"
"My leg! My leg! Someone help me!!"
...
In an instant, the entire subway platform was in ruins. Although many passersby escaped the car, they were injured by the splintered glass shards, cutting their thighs and bodies. Blood flowed from between their fingers, scaring them into screaming hoarsely.
Gu Ji got up and looked back at the deformed car, his heart pounding.
Fortunately, it was just a single charge of explosives, the power wasn't great. Otherwise, given the detonation time of several seconds and double the explosive amount, he would have been done for!
Passionfruit collapsed on the ground.
His thighs and abdomen were cut by fragments, and a small piece of glass was stuck on his face. He stood there like half a piece of wood, completely frightened by the explosion scene before him.
"How, how could this be..."
He mumbled, dumbfounded, unable to comprehend how the originally fake bomb suddenly became a real bomb!
At this moment, Gu Ji's phone suddenly vibrated.
It was a large gift notification from the live broadcast room.
[Art requires cruelty, gifting the streamer a Carnival *1 — This time it's much more comfortable, isn't my help great?]
What is the situation?
Did he plant the bomb?
Even Gu Ji, who was used to all kinds of major crises, was shocked by this sentence, the coolness on his back spreading to his scalp.
A remote-controlled bomb terrorist attack during a live stream.
What an audacious criminal!!
[Damn! Did it really blow up?]
[Is the streamer a terrorist?]
[The real-life version of the boy who cried wolf, the fake bomb became real!]
[Today's world headline?]
[Art Guru comments: Dangerous!]
Such a terrifying explosion scene naturally also stirred the live broadcast room into a frenzy. At this moment, viewers began frantically sending various queries, and the number of live viewers started to rise.
Passionfruit noticed the gift screen text, tremblingly responding: "Ar, Art Bro, please don't joke, thanks for the gift, I'm so scared my heart is trembling..."
No wonder he's willing to risk his life for money.
Seeing the popularity surge and the gifts increasing, Passionfruit once again had mischievous thoughts.
But just as he was about to use this explosion as a live broadcast gimmick.
[Art requires cruelty: You seem to enjoy it a lot? Now I give you a chance to go viral, I've planted three bombs in total across New York City, each several times more powerful than this one. If you can find and deal with them, believe me, you'll become a hero in the hearts of all Americans.]
