Simulation Game: Crisis Management-Chapter 370 - 180: Critical Operation (Part 2)

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Chapter 370: Chapter 180: Critical Operation (Part 2)

Everyone here is a police special forces officer, so it’s clear that mobilizing police from other places indicates something major is happening. Especially since Gao Bo hasn’t heard from Chen Zhiyu since Friday, and now his phone has been taken away, he can’t even ask if he wanted to.

Gao Bo pursed his lips.

"Don’t worry, Chen Zhiyu didn’t even participate in the last operation to capture Shao Liang, which means she’s definitely not with the action group. She’s probably in the command center handling intelligence analysis!"

"That’s true."

To prevent Gao Bo from worrying, Gu Ji casually brushed it off. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

But in reality, only he understands the terror of Shao Liang and the backers, the Yijuan Association and Liangben. According to Jian Na, if these people dare to make a move under the Japan Cabinet Intelligence Organization’s surveillance, it means they either don’t take the cabinet government seriously or have close ties with cabinet intelligence.

Either reason is not easy to deal with.

Special Police Unit Equipment Room.

Everyone queued up in order to sign for weapons and gear.

This was also Gu Ji’s first time seeing the "arsenal" of his unit. To be honest, after seeing the equipment rooms of Dianyun Province and Xiangzhou, he was quite accustomed to the equipment in front of him.

Of course, the special police aren’t frontline anti-terrorism units, and the assault team certainly has better gear, especially the Dragon and Tiger Assault Team directly under the city bureau, which probably has a lot of advanced technology and weapons they haven’t seen before.

The basic ten items for special police: aramid bulletproof helmet, goggles, single-hole balaclava, Kevlar bulletproof modular tactical vest, individual communication system, tactical gloves, knee and elbow pads, combat boots, quick-draw holster, high-power flashlight, knife, and tear gas spray.

They were equipped with Type 95 5.8mm automatic assault rifles and Type 92 9mm pistols, carrying 4 automatic rifle magazines and 5 pistol magazines.

In theory, the number of bullets special police are equipped with changes depending on the mission.

Judging from the ammunition load, it’s only general mission level, which doesn’t seem to meet the specifications of this intercity operation, indicating their special police squad isn’t the main attack force, and they’ll likely support the assault team in the mission.

At this time, a tall colleague with some acne scars on his face chatted idly.

"Gu Ji, Gao Bo, you guys really have the mojo! You’ve participated in two major operations in just a few months since joining the squad, while I’ve been here nearly four years and have only executed six capture missions in total."

"Doesn’t that just mean our squad’s area is relatively peaceful? Criminals don’t dare commit crimes!"

Gao Bo responded proudly.

Seeing everyone was almost ready, Zhang Wenjun clapped his hands and started calling out names to form groups.

"Everyone look here, we’re temporarily splitting into two groups, led by me and Zhao Bin respectively. Come over when I call your name, Gu Ji, Gao Bo..."

Zhao Bin is the deputy captain of the squad. During the Hundred-Day Operation, Gu Ji had seen him personally leading teams. The Ningjiang District special police unit has about 120 people, and their special patrol police squad has 34 people in total. After subtracting internal office and necessary duty posts, the remaining 24 were split into two groups.

Everyone headed to the courtyard parking lot.

The unit had already prepared two public vehicles for them. These were regular transport vehicles for special police, modified from SAIC Maxus V80 minibuses. The paint was sprayed black with white "SPECIAL POLICE" and police in English on the sides and hood, with silver anti-riot bumpers added front and back, and red-blue flashing police lights added to the sides and roof.

They can assist special police in anti-terrorist riot assaults, on-site command, tracking, and patrolling, but their main role is transport. It has 14 seats, equivalent to a small coach.

Gu Ji and the others kept the muzzle down, lined up behind Zhang Wenjun, and took their seats in the vehicle one by one.

"Move out!"

With Zhang Wenjun’s command, the driver turned the key, and the two vehicles slowly drove out of the special police unit, heading onto the ring road, and entered the Longshen Highway.

Huaizhou is north of Ningzhou, and above that is Lianzhou.

If Gu Ji remembers correctly, Jian Na’s family is from Lianzhou, and her mother was kidnapped there and is still missing.

Along the way, he used his police communication phone to check the 3D satellite map of Huaizhou.

After several real combat scenarios, this has become second nature to him. The importance of the map in a battle goes without saying. Even though he guessed that the National Security Bureau agents must have locked the suspect in a certain neighborhood or village, if the roundup fails, these provincial highways, hills, and woods are the backup escape routes for the suspect.

Two and a half hours later, at 12:30 noon.

The vehicle exited the highway, gradually slowed down, and finally stopped near a rural road. According to the map position, it was close to the city, with the ring road across Huaizhou in front of them, and nearby were the villages of Qiao Zhuang, Yu Zhuang, and Song Zhuang. Because they were close to the city, the population and buildings were denser and more prosperous than usual rural areas.

After the vehicle stopped, Zhang Wenjun did not issue any commands.

About five minutes later, a white van pulled over, and inside a middle-aged man with thinning hair, wearing a brown jacket, got out, cheerfully carrying two large bags to the car door, lightly knocking.

After receiving a signal from Zhang Wenjun, the driver unlocked the car door.

"Thanks for your hard work, Mr. Zhang, you all must be starving. Here’s some food, it’s freshly made and still warm. Let me know if there’s not enough."

The balding man grinned as he boarded the vehicle, opening the bags filled with boxed meals and water.