Simulation Game: Crisis Management-Chapter 256 - 135: Seeing "Yourself" for Yourself
But Gu Ji always felt that her appearance seemed familiar.
At this moment, his consciousness began to blur, gradually losing control over "his" body. As the host turned her head, following Baron's line of sight, he saw a blonde woman in a hoodie standing outside the police line.
It was the woman he held hostage at the subway exit during the first round!
[Congratulations on passing the level!]
"Ahh..."
Gu Ji suddenly awoke from the bed, the room was dimly lit.
He could never have imagined that near the No. 7 subway line, two accomplices of the terrorists were hidden—one posing as a taxi driver, the other as a passerby.
No wonder during the second round, despite his heightened alertness, he never discovered anyone following him. Aside from Gabrielle engaging with him in the live stream, the remaining six must have tracked him in phases to determine his location.
These individuals had received special training, each possessing certain counter-surveillance capabilities, unlike ordinary thugs who are easily spotted.
"Too dangerous..."
Gu Ji couldn't help but murmur.
Thankfully, during the bomb checkpoint, he stayed on high alert, immediately telling the EOD bomb squad to set up signal jamming upon subduing the female terrorist. Otherwise, if the blonde woman found out that her revenge had failed, she would definitely have triggered the bomb via remote call.
It seems.
Even at the last moment before victory, one cannot afford to let their guard down!
The appearance of the blonde woman served as a wake-up call for Gu Ji, ranking it as an equal lesson to the "Old Six's sneak attack."
As emphasized in practical police operations:
Always adhere to the "Plus One Threat" principle!
Gu Ji glanced at his watch; it was 6:56 p.m., just about ten minutes since he got off work and had dinner, as it was Friday.
According to the 35:1 time difference between the game and reality, a bomb incident might soon happen in the United States.
A thought suddenly occurred to him.
What if he now logged into the Passionfruit live stream on Tik, sent a barrage message, and tried to prevent the game's reality reflection result?
Yet, in the game's stages, besides Jillian's few "Laird Airport" barrage comments, he saw no special prompt from the real "him."
"Why not give it a try?"
Once human curiosity is aroused, it's like a black hole, endlessly consuming and expanding.
For this, Gu Ji temporarily put aside the reward enhancement.
He immediately sent a WeChat message to Gao Bo, asking for a ladder.
Gao Bo: "Why are you in such a hurry to get a ladder? Planning to head to bed this early for some action?"
Gu Ji: "Cut the nonsense, I need to check something!"
Anyway, many domestic users accessed the Passionfruit live stream through VPN, and after the bomb incident, there were tens of thousands of viewers online, with at least hundreds of thousands of comments.
His presence wouldn't matter.
Even if the intelligence department investigated afterward, it was unlikely they'd trace it back to him.
Successfully obtaining the ladder from Gao Bo, Gu Ji quickly downloaded the Tik global version software.
Meanwhile. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎
In Queens, New York, near the subway exit.
A well-built young man with a brown slicked-back hairstyle and a scar on his chin leaned against a roadside ornamental tree, smoking a cigarette, holding a black backpack.
Gurgle...
At that moment, he heard something rolling behind him.
Turning his head, he saw a passerby walking on the pedestrian path in the landscape bushes, the scarred man raised an eyebrow, and as he lowered his head, his body trembled suddenly, his spine straightened as the suspicion in his eyes was replaced by extreme coldness.
Next to him on the grass was an octopus-like mechanical object, the size of a Claymore mine, with a gunmetal gray metallic feel and a red sensor in its center.
Faced with such a strange device.
The scarred man's eyes showed no surprise or curiosity.
He calmly picked up the mysterious object on the ground, unzipped the black backpack, and hid it in the compartment.
Soon, a young boy walked toward him.
He wore a purple hoodie, black shorts, with curly brown hair and pale skin, looking quite young.
"Disard, I know, I'm already at the subway entrance, I won't delay his live stream... Ouch!"
The boy was on the phone when he suddenly felt he had bumped into someone, causing his backpack to fall to the ground.
It contained a Canon DSLR!
He quickly picked up the black backpack, unzipped it, and fortunately, all props and equipment inside were intact. But when he looked up to find the passerby, the figure had already left far with only a figure in the distance.
"Fuck, what bad luck."
The boy cursed, quickly grabbing his backpack and heading into the subway entrance.
On the pedestrian path, the coldness in the scarred man's eyes faded, his spine regained flexibility and resilience, he turned his stiff neck, paused briefly, and then took out his phone, dialing a number:
"Cui De, the bomb has been replaced."
"I know, now we just wait for the show to begin!"
On the side street opposite the subway entrance, a yellow cab was parked on the roadside, the driver, wearing a black baseball cap, put down the phone, looking at the blonde woman behind him: "Rob has got it done, don't worry, we'll avenge the Captain, even if we fail, this won't implicate you!"
"Sigh..."
The blonde woman in the back seat took a deep breath, wiping tears from her eyes, "Let me go first in the first round, if there's a problem with the bomb, I'll notify you to adjust your strategy in time."
"Okay."
As the man in the black cap finished speaking, the blonde woman opened the car door and quickly headed to the subway entrance.
About ten minutes later.
Gu Ji finally got everything ready, opened the Tik app, and was greeted with a foreign woman in an Alita costume rolling her eyes and sticking her tongue out to the marginal music.
Wow, this app is quite daring in its content?
He accidentally double-tapped with his finger, quickly causing him to open the search and find Passionfruit's live room.
The person in the video looked exactly as he did in the game level, in a black trendy T-shirt, slightly chubby, wearing black-framed glasses.
He must have just started the live stream, was debugging the equipment and selfie stick.
Passionfruit clipped a microphone to his collar while reprimanding.
"Why are you so late, can't you take a cab? If you delay my live stream, I'll dock your $30 commission this month!"
"It's hard to get a cab where I live."
An immature voice came from off-screen.
Gu Ji had just completed the bomb level; he wouldn't mistake it for anyone else. This was Saflo Baron's voice!
Nearby, the black bodyguard Disard also scolded a few times.
As Passionfruit's "patron," she naturally wanted to maintain good relations, or else where to find such an easy and lucrative job?
"Be patient, everyone, I'll wait for the next train, then we'll start today's program. Could you give me a like, share it on Push and Facebook, yeah, do that..."
While Passionfruit greeted the water friends, Gu Ji carefully observed the Bluetooth microphone at her collar, sure enough, the bomb's sensor light was on.
This confirmed his previous suspicions.
The equipment Baron carried must have been swapped by one of those terrorists on the way, but Jillian could never find out who nor how.
This was understandable.
If Gu Ji were in that position, he would also choose a spot without cameras to act. After all, unlike in the domestic surveillance net covering every corner, finding a dead zone in the United States wasn't difficult at all.
Soon, the subway arrived.
Passionfruit led a group into the subway train, occupying the central position, holding onto the overhead stainless steel handle.
"Okay, folks, don't worry, today's program will start soon..."
The familiar scenes and dialogue.
Just like the iconic "ding" during psychological hypnosis, symbolizing the official start of the stage plot.
This was also Gu Ji's first time watching his "self" deal with a crisis.
Though he knew the subsequent plot, he still felt a bit nervous.
Within a few seconds, Passionfruit began to scold "Baron" for spacing out and not working, but unlike in the game stage.
In the real live stream, Passionfruit showed no sign of fear.
"Are you a block of wood? I'm talking to you! Speak!"
