Simulation Game: Crisis Management

Chapter 628 - 286: Preparing to Retreat

"Stay alert!" Gu Ji said, squatting down immediately to search the body of the Black man, where he found a neck-hanging intercom headset and radio. "Mercenaries."

"Mercenaries?" Gao Bo’s eyelid twitched. "I didn’t expect the Bai Family to actually hire help."

"Report! Foreign mercenaries found at the scene, have been neutralized." Zhang Wenjun reported the situation to Bi Xin, then turned to quickly sweep through several offices on the fourth floor with the tactical flashlight attached to his rifle.

Besides the chaos caused by the explosion, there was no hostage in sight, not even a thug.

It really seems, as Gu Ji mentioned earlier, that this was a false intel; the female secretary set them up for an ambush on the fourth floor.

"Team 1 has found two hostages, confirmed identities as Guan Su and Fang Haoqing, but both are extremely weak with extensive external injuries needing urgent care."

"Head to the sixth floor!"

Hearing that Team 1 already discovered hostages, Zhang Wenjun didn’t waste any more time on the fourth floor.

As for why he determined the hostages were on the sixth floor.

It’s simple because the Jinyuan Building’s floors two to five have an atrium structure, with terraces on all levels. If there really were hostages on these floors, then theoretically someone should have responded by now when he shouted from the second floor.

Upon hearing Zhang Wenjun’s command, the third team’s members began to move toward him.

Lastly, Gu Ji removed the "dog tag" necklaces from the mercenaries’ collars and stuffed them into his tactical vest pocket before following along.

The group of seven walked over the shattered concrete back into the fire stairwell.

They reached the sixth floor.

The safety door was still shut.

Gu Ji squinted and whispered, "Spot any suspicious targets, shoot in the head immediately, Zhou Yang."

"Understood."

As the designated marksman of the team, Zhou Yang responded decisively.

Since witnessing the horrors of a suicide vest on the fourth floor just now, he knew that against such desperados, a lethal headshot was imperative; otherwise, if allowed to rush into the team, it would cause severe casualties.

"Bang—!"

"Boom!"

The short-barreled 870 shotgun fired, and a concussion bomb was tossed through the door crack.

This familiar sequence of actions was indeed the most effective door breaching strategy in shield-less CQB, summed up from the invaluable experiences of many special forces predecessors who sacrificed their lives during forced entry operations.

Gao Bo kicked open the safety door.

In coordination with Liu Weijun, they rushed into the sixth floor, sweeping their green laser sights across two targets upfront, "dodododod" double-tapping both smoothly to bring them down.

At the moment the two consciously separated their positions, Gu Ji and Zhang Wenjun followed closely behind.

Pulling the trigger, the bullets hit two approaching desperados in the distance, one wearing something like a bulletproof vest seen on the fourth floor, while the other, in the act of collapsing, appeared to draw something from his belt, most likely a grenade. "Fast execution!"

Gu Ji ordered.

Zhou Yang behind them quickly fired accurate shots, hitting these desperados in the head, taking just 0.8 seconds per person, finally aiming at a screaming militant charging toward them.

One shot confirmed the hit.

The militant’s body lost control, his finger instinctively pulling the MA-1 MK.1 rifle trigger, spraying bullets erratically upward due to lack of body pressure to counter recoil, leaving a long pattern of bullet holes on the ceiling, ultimately engulfed in the explosion of the grenade in the corpse’s hand.

"Damn you Xia Kingdom police!!"

"Argh!"

The office space on the sixth floor was much larger than the fifth, and being close to the command department meant it housed more armed personnel too.

Just after dispatching one wave, another four or five militants with automatic rifles and pistols emerged, even some madmen throwing blades and axes directly toward them.

The axe spun rapidly in the air, "swoosh swoosh swoosh," cutting into the floorboards.

One pulled a grenade from his waist, just as the safety pin was pulled, Zhou Yang shot him in the head, causing it to drop and blow up his own men.

Gao Bo, Liu Weijun, Gu Ji, and Zhang Wenjun, kept advancing steadily with point fire.

"Stay vigilant!"

Passing by a militant wearing the suicide vest.

Gu Ji squatted deliberately, inspecting the vest’s explosives, which were pieced together with C4 explosives triggered through detonating cords, so he pulled out a military knife and simply cut the cords to ensure safety.

Soon, the third team reached the office area.

Looking around, hundreds of dense workstations lay in disarray; people cowered under desks, screaming sporadically. At this time, from deep within a corner, someone suddenly shouted, "Help! I’m Xia Kingdom! I’ve been kidnapped..."

"Hearing rescuing calls! Suspected hostages in danger! Accelerate the advance!"

"Understood!"

Gu Ji shouted, prompting Gao Bo and Liu Weijun to charge forward like they were injected with adrenaline.

Then, from around a restroom corner, two militants emerged, about to sweep at them from behind, but they were downed by Wu Kang and Zhao Hua, who were responsible for rear protection.

The group rushed to the deepest end of the office area.

"Ah! Don’t kill us!"

"Get down! Everyone down!"

"Die!"

"Dudududu..."

Finally, after taking out two militants, Gu Ji finally saw several young men and women crouching in the corner, while Wu Kang and others continued advancing along the walls, combing for danger.

"Police uncle, please save us! I swear to god, I was really kidnapped, sob sob..."

"Raise your hands! Look up! Name!"

"Sob sob... Han Zihao."

"Report to the command center, one confirmed hostage identity." Zhang Wenjun looked at the young, short-haired guy crouching on the ground before him—it was indeed Han Zihao, one of the seven hostages previously announced during the meeting, then turned to look at the other young people beside him.