Simulation Game: Crisis Management-Chapter 423 - 201: Another Hijacker

Bolton turned around and looked at the passengers caught by the drug cartel, beaten, and threatened. He suddenly stopped in his tracks, his eyes filled with sympathy, conflict, and contradiction.

Gu Ji reached out to grab his shoulder, but Bolton pushed him away.

"Mr. Yassen, you should leave first!"

"You’re going to stay, Bolton? Damn it, this is pointless; the cartel has absolute superiority in numbers and firepower. You can only watch them do whatever they want and be powerless to resist. It’s better to leave quickly and meet up with the Mexican military and police sooner!"

"You’re right, but as the last remaining pilot of Flight AM649, I can’t just watch the passengers being taken hostage and leave them behind to escape alone. Staying, at least I can alleviate their panic and provide a bit of reassurance."

Bolton seemed to have made a decision as if he was ready to face death, and he gave Gu Ji one last look: "Mr. Yassen, the rescue is up to you. Let’s hope we can perform another miracle and save AM649!"

"Fuck!"

Gu Ji cursed under his breath, but his eyes showed he agreed. Then, without further concern for the surrounding passengers, he sprinted like mad into the depths of the jungle, towards the area near where he had left his Mitsubishi Pajero SUV.

Most of the ones running with him were young people in good physical shape.

Gunfire continued incessantly behind them. Backed by their superior numbers and firepower, the drug cartel pursued them relentlessly, occasionally hitting someone with a bullet, causing them to fall to the ground, clutching their wounds and screaming in agony.

The task progress bar was also continuously rising.

[Current Flight Civilian Death Count: 17/30]

"Get in the car! Get in the car quickly!"

Gu Ji ran to the car, ducked to avoid the gunfire, yanked open the car door, and jumped into the driver’s seat at an angle.

Unexpectedly, the only one who managed to follow him was Betty. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Ignition, brake, reverse gear.

The rear of the car skidded to the side with a "whoosh," and the front end emerged from the bushes.

Taking advantage of the car’s turn, Gu Ji pulled a Poison Needle Trap mine from his pocket with his left hand, pressed the activation button, and tossed it out the window.

The mine landed on the ground amidst the dust kicked up by the tires, quickly disappearing as if blurred by a mosaic.

"Car! Car!"

A cartel member in the back noticed he was trying to escape and immediately fired his AR-15 rifle, rounds hitting the car from a distance and shattering the rear windshield into a spiderweb pattern.

"Ah!" Betty screamed in fright.

"Get down!" Gu Ji pushed her under the glove compartment and slid himself lower, his right foot pressing hard on the accelerator. Through the rearview mirror, he saw a group of about seven or eight angry cartel members closing in, cursing, like wolves released from a hungry den.

Just as they neared the Poison Needle Trap.

Boom!

The mine exploded, hundreds of poison needles shooting out in all directions like a barrage of ancient arrows.

The pursuers were all hit, either in the thighs or the face. Some were even struck in the eyes, jumping and shouting like monkeys clutching half their faces.

In a blink of an eye, they turned chaotic, acting as if they’d ingested poisonous mushrooms.

Betty sneakily glanced back, her eyes widening in curiosity, thinking it was some sort of weapon Gu Ji retrieved from the cartel members.

"Mr. Yassen, they shouldn’t be able to catch us now, right?"

"Phew..."

Gu Ji released the steering wheel, ready to breathe easy and drive.

But then, he caught a glimpse through the shattered rearview mirror of a Black cartel member raising a military-green launcher, trying to aim. His face changed dramatically: "Run—!!"

No time to explain.

Click, he kicked open the car door, and in Betty’s shocked gaze, he unhesitatingly leaped from the speeding vehicle.

In mid-air, he swiftly tucked in his knees, curling into a ball, shielding his head and face with his arms.

A piercing shriek whistled overhead.

Thud, Gu Ji crashed heavily onto the roadside grass, rolling swiftly aside. The friction from the branches and soil aggressively shredded his clothes and skin, but before he could stop.

Crrrrash—!

A violent explosion erupted beside him, and the next moment, an intense shockwave and heat swept over him, like being hit by a large truck, tossing him past the underbrush and finally crashing into a tree trunk.

As he hit the ground again, burning pain washed over him in waves, almost knocking him unconscious.

"Ugh..."

Gu Ji felt his back sear as if pressed against a red-hot iron, burning through and through. A slight movement threatened to break and bleed.

Forcing himself to lift his head, his amber eyes caught the blaze of fire.

Leaves fell all around; the white Pajero SUV was flipped upside down, its frame deformed and twisted, engulfed in fierce flames. A charred silhouette faintly hinted at Betty, who hadn’t managed to escape the car in time.

Indeed.

The Black cartel member had used an RPG-7 portable anti-armor rocket launcher, capable of destroying a car with a single high-explosive round.

At this moment, rapid footsteps echoed from the jungle.

No need to guess; it was the cartel.

They surrounded him from all directions, jabbering in Spanish, as if hurling insults or mocking him.

Gu Ji, enduring the excruciating pain, found that the AR-15 rifle on his chest had long been burned, the strap torn, lost somewhere. He gritted his teeth and searched his waist for the Glock pistol.

But just as his fingers touched the cold metal, bang bang!