Simulation Game: Crisis Management-Chapter 375 - 182: Encircling the Mountain

15th floor, 1502...

Gu Ji noted the room number, and his mind started matching it to the building layout diagram distributed by the operation command.

To save costs, all high-rise buildings in the relocation complex had the same layout. Building 12 had two units, with three rooms per floor, distributed left, center, and right.

The troops left two armed police or special forces guards at each stairwell corner to prevent suspects from waking early and escaping or hiding on any floor.

Gradually, only Gu Ji’s group was left from the 4th Special Forces team led by Zhang Wenjun.

After reaching the 15th floor. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

The armed police column, Team 1 led by Liu Jianbin, and Team 3 led by Wu Kang, continued up the stairs, while Gu Ji and others stood by the iron door of the fire escape, divided on both sides, with a male National Security Special Service officer present.

Zhang Wenjun extended his left hand and waved it horizontally, as if pulling back a curtain.

This was the entry signal.

Gao Bo immediately understood, gripping the bulletproof shield with his left hand, crouching his body with knees slightly bent to maximize concealment, while his right hand raised a Type 92 pistol.

Lu Jicai, whose face was full of pockmarks, walked slowly along the wall to the door, grabbed the handle, and signaled.

Three, two, one!

Eek, the iron door swung open instantly, and Gao Bo charged in with the shield held fiercely, followed closely by Gu Ji with a Type 95 rifle, his eyes like lightning, his high-power flashlight and muzzle quickly sweeping across blind spots like the elevator foyer and 1502’s doorway.

"Clear!"

"Reporting, 4th team has reached the specified location on the 15th floor."

Zhang Wenjun pressed the tactical earpiece, whispering an update on the scene, while Gao Bo crouched obliquely to the left below the peephole of the middle 1502 security door, and Gu Ji stood on the right, pressing the gun stock outside his shoulder, while his right arm twisted the sling around, securing the gun.

He had used this technique back at the Laird Airport checkpoint, which could shorten the rifle’s length and prevent the muzzle from getting stuck during quick entries, perfect for such narrow passages.

Zhang Wenjun also noticed his technique.

Before the operation, National Security, the village committee secretary, and the police had already safely relocated the neighbors of the key target room.

Therefore, Gu Ji’s team had no concern about the criminals moving through windows to other rooms on the same floor, especially since the special forces and armed police snipers should have already set up sniper rifles in the rooms on the back sides of buildings 9 and 10.

Silently, Zhang Wenjun took out the blueprint from his tactical vest, sticking the diagram of room 1502’s layout on the white wall, starting to allocate personnel action plans with hand signals.

The entire 1502 room was about eighty-plus square meters. After entering, the bathroom was on the left and the kitchen on the right. Further inside was the living room, with a master bedroom on the left and a secondary bedroom on the right—very simple spatial layout.

After Lu Jicai technically breached the door, Gao Bo’s Vanguard charged.

Then Gu Ji stepped across, the second to enter the kitchen, Zhang Wenjun was responsible for the bathroom, and four team members pressed into the living room behind Gao Bo, then split into pairs to sweep the master and secondary bedrooms.

About two minutes later.

The sniper’s voice came through the tactical earpiece.

"Sniper in position!"

"Unit 1 residents evacuated!"

"Start the operation!"

Liu Jianbin gave the command, and the troops within the lobby of the fourth floor all simultaneously knocked on the security doors.

In the blink of an eye, a coarse voice came from inside the room.

"Who is it?"

"Police station check, the homeowner says they can’t reach the tenant inside, and the lock’s been changed, so we’re coming to take a look!"

Lu Jicai lied without blushing.

Through the security door, Gu Ji vaguely heard footsteps approaching, and Gao Bo stepped forward, raising his shield, covering his brothers from any dangerous shooting range, as intel showed the suspects were armed with small caliber rifles and domestic shotguns, both capable of easily penetrating the thin iron of the security door.

But just before the voice inside the house reached the door, it went silent.

Gu Ji, Zhang Wenjun, and others noticed that the peephole had blackened, indicating someone inside was observing. Normally, they should have continued the dialogue with Lu Jicai, confirming his police identity.

Now, it seemed like they were pretending no one was home.

"Open the door now! I know you’re in there!"

While Lu Jicai was shouting, a response came through the intercom from the armed police on the 18th floor, indicating that the owner of 1802 had already opened the door; she was a night worker who had lost her phone and was verifying her identity.

Yet rooms 1401, 1509, 1702, and 1703 still had no response.

Zhang Wenjun signaled an "entry" command.

Under Gao Bo’s shield cover, Lu Jicai stopped talking and immediately took the breaching tool from his tactical backpack, starting the technical entry.

A pry hook and steel pin inserted into the lock notch, and with a "crack," the lock was opened!

"Three, two, one!"

The moment the words fell, Gao Bo dashed inside with the shield.

Gu Ji followed immediately, taking a stride to the right kitchen, making a quick angular entry, his muzzle pointed along the kitchen’s diagonal. At this moment, he was completely oblivious to the noises behind, unaware if anyone was in the bathroom behind him.

Because his entire attention was focused within the shooting range in front of him, everything else had to be left to his teammates.

"Bathroom clear!"

"There’s movement on the kitchen balcony!!"

Upon hearing Zhang Wenjun’s yell through the earpiece, Gu Ji continued moving along the wall toward the balcony, until he saw the swaying white plastic partition door of the balcony, immediately kicking it open in a storm, his muzzle pointed downwards!

"Police! Hands on your head! Down on the ground!!"