Simulation Game: Crisis Management-Chapter 260 - 137: Game Operations
Most importantly, there was a mysterious organization codenamed 7472 secretly watching him. ๐ป๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ธโฏ๐ท๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ฃโฏ๐.๐ค๐๐ฎ
The shootout at the Volut Research and Development Center relied on the mysterious mine given to him by that organization.
Even now, he couldn't forget the chaotic scene of those security personnel after the mine exploded. This weapon was extremely bizarre, and could very well have been researched by aliens!
"I have to find a chance to make a quick getaway..."
His long years living on the streets without parents made Baron aware that this incident was something an average person like him shouldn't get involved with.
Whether it's the FBI, New York Police, Volut, or the code name: 7472.
He didn't want to get involved with any of them.
Staying alive is the real skill, everything else is bullshit!
The live webcast from the New York Daily News ended as police cars withdrew. Gu Ji exited the webpage without noticing any special reaction from "Baron" in the footage.
But watching wasn't in vain; at least he learned that there were official personnel maintaining the "Crisis Management Game."
This piece of intelligence was extremely important.
It could even influence Gu Ji's subsequent understanding and actions.
"Because of the Colonel Sauva incident, Volut has shown its true colors before the FBI. Now it's up to Jillian to see how deep she can dig. Can she uncover the true secrets hidden by this company..."
Gu Ji deleted the software one by one and turned to study the rewards of this round's levels.
Counting the 1 point from finding a bug and 3 points for recovering the mysterious computer in the game, he now had a total of 29.7 crisis points.
Although it seemed a lot, Gu Ji needed 9 crisis points to level up each time now.
He hesitated for a moment but gritted his teeth and used most of them for leveling up.
[Spend 19 points to advance to level 9?]
[Yes!]
With a flash of white light, Gu Ji's attribute panel refreshed, with six additional available points at the bottom, and most importantly, he got a new slot for an insignia.
Looking at the current attributes, enhancing the central nervous system by one point now required nearly forty days of waiting.
Simply relying on massive nutritional supplements to reduce time was very limited.
This is basically forcing me to spend money...
If reducing time by consuming food is akin to watching ads for free benefits, then spending money in-game is equivalent to spending attribute points to enhance the digestive system.
Feeling helpless, Gu Ji decided this time to improve everything except immunity, and additionally strengthen the digestive system by one point, thus achieving a time reduction effect that just matched his pace of entering levels once a month now.
Character: Gu Ji
Level: 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
Remaining Enhancement Points: 0
Insignia Slots: Reaction Enhancement (Medium), Combat Specialization (Small), Hearing Enhancement (Small), Risk Judgment Enhancement (Small), Empty
Looking at the central nervous system with the remaining enhancement time of [797 hours 34 minutes and 12 seconds], Gu Ji nodded in satisfaction,
Indeed, there's no such thing as a "free top-up."
Once the top-up is completed, the results are immediate.
So he shifted his attention to the skill research system.
Meanwhile, in New York, United States.
Two assault vehicles escorted an FBI bomb-proof police vehicle as it slowly entered the FBI New York Division parking lot.
Since Jiang Songyuan was transferred in Ethiopia and there was an assassination attempt midway, Jillian had started focusing on witness protection. Especially as this bombing case involves deep backgrounds, she dared not be negligent at all.
Upon reaching the downstairs of the division, she quickly arranged for a portly agent to take Baron into the building and repeatedly instructed:
"I need to contact the Naval Criminal Investigative Service to verify the authenticity of this evidence. First, get Baron to do a statement, then find a place for him, and absolutely do not let him leave. He carries secrets that are extremely important to me, and we can discuss everything once I return!"
"Don't worry, ma'am!"
The portly agent stood tall, indicating his reliability.
After Jillian and Jamie left, the portly agent entered the interrogation room, poured Baron a glass of water, while his young colleague opened a laptop, ready to take notes on the conversation.
Although it was his first time at the FBI, Baron had been to police stations before.
So he was very familiar with the questioning procedure. When the portly agent asked a question, he answered, withholding any extra information, distancing himself completely from the case.
The entire statement made it seem like the kid hadn't been involved in the case at all.
Had the portly agent not personally witnessed this kid's behavior at the Times Square attack scene, he might have been fooled.
"Relax, just answer truthfully. Since we know you're not the bombing suspect and were coerced by the main perpetrator, you will not be charged in federal court, but you must tell us everything that happened during the case, or else you'll be obstructing the FBI's investigation!"
"Sir, could I trouble you for a cigarette?"
Baron wanted to use this chance to distract the agent.
The portly agent's eyelid twitched. Although the opposite was a minor, given that this guy was emphasized repeatedly by the superior as an important witness, he exchanged glances with his colleague, fished out a cigarette from his pocket, and handed it over.
After lighting it, Baron took a deep drag.
He slowly blew out a smoke ring and began sharing some information about the Volut Research and Development Center with the two.
Unfortunately, FBI agents aren't as easy to fool as state troopers.
He had to provide some substantial information.
In Baron's mind, the rank of forces was: Code Name: 7472 > Marine Corps Colonel > Volut Company, with the first and third being adversaries.
So he disclosed what he discovered at Volut first.
This way, even if the latter caused him trouble, at least he could ask the mysterious team codenamed 7472 to step in.
Wait a minute...
As Baron spoke, he heavily puffed out a smoke ring and suddenly realized a serious problem:
He had no idea how to contact 7472!
"Keep talking!"
The portly agent, seeing Baron pause midway, impatiently urged.
Baron sensed trouble and quickly crushed the cigarette butt.
"Um, officer, could I use the restroom first? I'm really holding it in!"
"Alright."
The portly agent glanced at his watch, got up, and led Baron to the men's room at the corner of the first floor, instructing: "Hurry up, I'll wait for you outside!"
"Thank you, officer."
Baron feigned gratitude and quickly scanned the layout of the men's room.
Exactly.
He exited to use the restroom intending to escape.
Since "Code Name: 7472" was out of contact, it meant he was now completely on his own, facing the revenge of Colonel Sauva, Volut's pursuit, the threat from the terrorist accomplice named McLean, and possibly even troubles from the FBI.
If he didn't make his escape now, wouldn't he be waiting to be taken out?
But after scouting around, Baron couldn't find a way out. The FBI Division restroom had windows, but they were covered by iron security bars, preventing him from shimmying through even with an open window.
Minute by minute passed.
Baron grew increasingly anxious. He looked up at the central ventilation system vent on the ceiling, and his mind was suddenly flooded with quick response judgments and anti-reconnaissance escape techniques.
Without hesitation, he darted into a stall.
He stood on the water tank, reached up to push open the ventilation grate, climbed in, and then re-secured the grille, hiding up in the ceiling of the restroom.
About two minutes later.
The portly agent seemed to get impatient. He entered the restroom, calling loudly: "Aren't you done yet?"
Baron covered his mouth and nose, afraid of making any noise.
The portly agent sensed something was amiss, quickly opened all the stall doors, but found them empty.
"Damn it!"
He cursed under his breath, recalled Jillian's repeated instructions, and hurried out to ask nearby agents if they had seen Baron.
Meanwhile, the guy remained on the ceiling for four to five minutes, ensuring the portly agent wouldn't return to the restroom before he climbed back out via the vent.
Cautiously, he went to the sink, took off his outer white shirt to reveal a white T-shirt underneath, quickly washed his face with water, tidied up his hair, and confidently walked out of the restroom.
In the first-floor office hall.
The FBI agents were all busy handling their paperwork, rushing due to the morning's New York bombing incident. They paid no attention to Baron; besides, with his confident demeanor, greeting everyone warmly, no one would easily suspect he was escaping.
And just like that.
Baron easily left the FBI Division building, and once outside, he quickly changed his expression and turned to escape into a nearby alley!
