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 The audience in the live stream was all worried about Gu Ji's safety.
 Escalator, mall lobby.
 The HRT Special Police and state police surrounded him layer by layer, continually squeezing his safe space, countless gun barrels aimed at the edges of his body, as if he would be riddled with bullets if he showed any flaw.
 An ordinary criminal would have been scared to death.
 But Gu Ji remained calm, maneuvering around while grappling with the hostage's left hand, ready to disarm the Poison Needle Trap mine at any moment.
 "Drop the knife! Surrender immediately!"
 "I'll say it again, back off!"
 "Drop the knife!"
 "Back off!"
 ...
 Gu Ji and the Special Police captain traded words back and forth, their voices growing louder and more frantic, the captain attempted to shoot several times, but each time was halted by the slight tremor of Gu Ji's knife.
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 </div> The atmosphere on the scene was tense to the extreme.
 Then, off to the side, Jillian suddenly made a gesture to silence everyone, then showed him the screen of her phone.
𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞 A sentence was boldly displayed:
 "We can cooperate!"
 Gu Ji raised his eyebrows, quickly glanced with his peripheral vision, but continued to focus on the Special Police and police, wary that this might be a tactic to distract him, though his expression and movements did ease slightly.
 Noticeably catching this, Jillian hurriedly opened her palms, signaling the Special Police and state police to step back, while continuing to type and then showed it again:
 "I know the bomber is threatening you. We can help you disarm the bomb, but we need to first block the signal. If you agree, we can send a bomb disposal expert to check the bomb type."
 After reading the message, Gu Ji nodded, feigned a loud shout:
 "Back off!"
 "Drop your weapons! This is your only way out!"
 The commanding captain echoed the shout.
 Seeing the agreement reached, Jillian once again got the police to retreat and secure the scene.
 The state police, though not fully understanding the situation, could do nothing but comply as the command was now in the hands of the FBI.
 After clearing a sufficient safety zone, a technical Special Police officer approached alone, first showing his empty hands to indicate he wasn't carrying any weapons, just a device resembling a mine detector.
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 </div> Gu Ji slightly tilted his head, revealing the bomb on his neck.
 The technical Special Police immediately leaned in for a close examination.
 During this, Jillian kept her gaze locked on his pupils, and Gu Ji vaguely understood why she was willing to cooperate with him.
 First, because he was indeed being coerced by the bomber, and hadn't harmed anyone since the incident began;
 Second, because she suspected he might be a member of 7472.
 For the FBI, the intelligence value of code-name: 7472 should be no less than a terrorist staging a bomb attack, and possibly even prioritized higher.
 So Jillian certainly didn't want him dead.
 After the inspection, the technical Special Police nodded to the captain and Jillian, then pulled out a square instrument with multiple antennas, resembling a WIFI router, from his backpack.
 It was a military signal jammer.
 He adjusted the equipment, then extended his hand, made a "three, two, one" gesture, and decisively pressed the button.
 Jillian picked up her phone, and indeed, there was no signal.
 The technical Special Police spoke directly:
 "All signals within a 200-meter radius are blocked, including the bomb remote control. Everyone can speak freely now."
 Gu Ji let out half a sigh of relief, put down his knife, apologized to the hostage, then slowly took out his phone. The live stream indicated a disconnection, there was no phone signal, and the bomb on his neck did not detonate.
 But the jammer only blocked remote signals.
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 </div> The human sensing device in the earphone bomb had not yet been removed, so further bomb disposal was necessary for safety.
 The Special Police captain's gun remained trained around Gu Ji, fearing he might suddenly retaliate. As the captain, maintaining high alert was quite reasonable.
 While the technical Special Police was putting on the bomb disposal suit, he turned and shouted:
 "Bomb disposal will begin shortly, everyone please retreat to the safe zone 50 meters away!"
 "Relax, this is the HRT's most exceptional bomb disposal expert."
 Jillian approached and lightly patted Gu Ji's shoulder, offering a few words of comfort, "Your counter-surveillance skills are impressive, to have held out against the New York police this long, did your father teach you that?"
 Trying to trick me again.
 Gu Ji saw through Jillian's intentions at once.
 He didn't speak, merely lowered his gaze, signaling with his eyes towards the Bluetooth earphone at his neck, indicating that he wasn't in the mood to talk, everything would wait until the bomb was disarmed.
 Nearby, the technical Special Police pressed his lips, unable to resist a reminder.
 "Agent Jillian, for safety's sake, please step away as well..."
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Chapter 227 - 125: Information Transfer_4

... The audience in the live stream was all worried about Gu Ji's safety. Escalator, mall lobby. The HRT Special Police and state police surrounded him layer by layer, continually squeezing his safe space, countless gun barrels aimed at the edges of his body, as if he would be riddled with bullets if he showed any flaw. An ordinary criminal would have been scared to death. But Gu Ji remained calm, maneuvering around while grappling with the hostage's left hand, ready to disarm the Poison Needle...

Simulation Game: Crisis Management

Chapter 227 - 125: Information Transfer_4

Simulation Game: Crisis Management - Chapter 227 - 125: Information Transfer_4