Crisis Management Game

"I also feel that the surroundings are too quiet, and I feel a little uncomfortable, as if I am being stared at by something..."

Gao Bo turned his head and looked around the surrounding environment.

On the left side of the road is the hotel that Kadiel brought them to, and on the right side is a shantytown and several dilapidated old buildings sandwiched in an alley.

What's strange is.

It's only nine o'clock in the local time in Bangladesh, and even children are playing outside, but the lights in these upstairs rooms are turned off and the curtains are drawn.

Gu Ji saw that Du Ci was sitting on the ground honestly and did not have any extreme reactions:

"Let's go to the hotel first."

"Gu Ji is right, our people haven't arrived yet, and we are starting to get serious now. If we force the enemy into a hurry, it will only be more disadvantageous to us!"

Wu Kang quickly saw the situation.

On the other side, Li Ming had already checked in with Kadiel.

The hotel looks like an Indian palace from the outside, and it is actually similar to a palace inside, but because of years of disrepair, the walls and ground facilities are all very old, and there is a sense of decay.

Under the guidance of the waiter,

Several people came to the corner of the second floor, with a total of two rooms.

But the four of them did not rush to separate, but first concentrated into the innermost side room.

Due to occupational disease, Gao Bo began to look for dangerous factors as soon as he entered.

And Dusting also followed him around the room, and finally returned to Gu Ji and sat down honestly.

"It seems that there is no problem, Li Ming, what did Bangladesh say?"

"It's like this, Captain Gu, Kadir promised to provide me with weapons, but only pistols, and there is a condition: they must be used under the premise of their personnel being present!"

As a diplomat, Li Ming specializes in dealing with these matters.

Gu Ji nodded.

It makes sense.

Whether in Japan, Iran, or Brazil, all official overseas missions are basically carried out in accordance with such regulations.

After all, it is on someone else's territory.

Whether it is law enforcement or the use of firearms, you need to obtain authorization from the other party first, otherwise it is illegal.

"As long as we have weapons, it will take at least six hours for Pasili and his men to arrive. There are many people around here, so we should be tired tonight and take turns on duty."

"Understood!"

Gao Bo and Wu Kang agreed straightforwardly.

Wu Kang took Li Ming away immediately.

"Go wash up first. I slept on the plane and I'm not sleepy now."

Gu Ji arranged for Gao Bo to go to bed in the middle of the night, and he went to the window and pulled the curtains tightly, leaving only a gap, staring at the street downstairs and the old buildings opposite.

But, what he was thinking about now.

It's not all Tao Hu or those extremist organizations, but his father Gu Jian.

Although he also knew that the news this time was almost 99% false, he hoped that it would be true in the end even if there was only a slight possibility.

"Dad, how are you now..."

"You said they have arrived?"

In the suburbs of Dhaka, in the slums.

Li Yan, who was full of tendons, was playing poker with an old gangster with black curly hair and Tao Hu across the table with a cigarette in his mouth.

Suddenly, he heard Curly mentioned that three Xia people left the airport in a police car, and his eyes widened immediately.

Even Tao Hu put down the cards in his hand.

He looked at this Curly seriously.

His name is Wei Zhenhai, and he was originally a gangster in Anzhou North Road, doing drug trafficking, robbery, and murder.

In recent years, he couldn't stay in China, so he fled to Bangladesh.

Now he has made some name for himself.

Li Yan and him are sworn brothers, so this time when the two came to Bangladesh, they temporarily stayed with him.

"Brother Hai, is the news reliable?"

Seeing that Tao Hu didn't believe him.

Wei Zhenhai turned around and questioned his younger brother a few more times in Bengali.

The latter raised his fist, as if swearing to God, and took out his mobile phone again.

He took it and showed it to Tao Hu and the others:

"My subordinate said that he saw those people get on the police car with his own eyes. One of them looks very much like the person you are looking for!"

"Hu Zi, this is the policeman!"

Li Yan pointed to the man with a short hair standing in the middle of the photo, holding a fierce wolfhound in his hand.

"Yes, it's Gu Ji. I didn't expect his friends to come with him. It is likely that there should be other people who came to Bangladesh together!"

Tao Hu narrowed his eyes.

Based on his understanding and analysis of Gu Ji's intelligence information.

This guy is definitely not a reckless person.

Knowing that the situation in Bangladesh is so dangerous, he still dared to take the risk to come here in person, which means that this kid must have a backup plan.

Li Yan frowned:

"Hu Zi, what should we do now? Let the fake 'Gu Jian' lure him out?"

"No hurry, we can't show this card unless it is absolutely necessary..."

In comparison, Tao Hu seemed much calmer.

With a sneer on his lips, he said, "Maybe, we can spread this news to those extremist organizations. Gu Ji has offended them a lot in the past year, especially the Indian subcontinent branch of the Qaidah that he just provoked in Nepal!"

...

"Boss, we're almost there!"

"Got it!"

Inside a shabby green off-road jeep.

A Bangladeshi guy in a floral coconut shirt is pulling a chubby, messy-haired Xia countryman.

Beside him, there is a middle-aged man in a linen gray suit.

Just from his depressed mental state and the scars and bruises on his face, it can be seen that this guy has been tortured a lot.

That's right.

These two people are Wang Xueming and Mr. Jin who came from northern Myanmar.

The driver drove along the avenue and turned into an alley on the left. As a result, he saw several figures standing in the middle of the road. The headlights dragged their dark shadows on the ground.

But Wang Xueming saw a black gun muzzle.

"Stop the car!"

He shouted in English, but it was too late.

In a blink of an eye.

A car drove in from the alley behind them, completely blocking their retreat.

Wang Xueming's pupils shrank suddenly.

Because it was not an ordinary car that stopped them, but an armed pickup truck with a real KPV double-barreled machine gun mounted on the back.

It only takes two or three seconds.

The 14.5mm heavy machine gun bullet can easily penetrate the iron sheet of the jeep that looks like a paper beard and smash the bodies of several of them.

Not to mention.

The people coming towards them all had AKs in their hands that could fire at any time.

They had no way out!

"Click!"

Wang Xueming's face turned fierce, and he quietly pulled out the black P22 pistol hidden in his waist, loaded it, turned off the safety, and pressed it under his palm, all in one go, and asked the driver: "Where are you from?"

The driver was Vidi from the 7472th unit, and he personally found an informant for him.

Wang Xueming did not doubt him.

But seeing that this guy looked scared to death, it didn't seem like a trap set by an outsider, it was indeed an emergency.

"Old, boss, if you can get a weapon like a heavy machine gun, it must be at least a large extremist organization or armed force."

The Bangladeshi guy swallowed his saliva, stared carefully at the approaching gunman, and suddenly glared: "I saw it, a yellow dot, this is the symbol of the Indian subcontinent branch of Qaidah!"

"Qaidah?"

Wang Xueming raised his eyebrows.

The famous Al-Qaeda, the creator of the 911 incident, is well-known in the world, but he doesn't understand how he provoked these extremists.

In front of him, there are three people;

In the back, there are four people and a heavy machine gun;

On the rooftops of both sides, there is a figure hiding in the dark.

It is no exaggeration to say that almost all of them are enemies.

They have been completely trapped in this alley.

Thinking of this, Wang Xueming finally gave up the idea of ​​drawing his gun.

There is no chance of winning in a direct resistance.

In fact, he dared not even move now.

Because two extremists have already come to him with guns, and directly inserted the cold muzzle of the AK into the car, pointing it at the driver and Wang Xueming's head.

The leader is a bearded man wearing a white turban.

He glanced at him and Mr. Jin fiercely, and then said something in his mouth.

The driver suppressed his fear and translated intermittently:

"Boss, he, he asked us to get off the car immediately!"

"You can't get off. Keep your foot on the accelerator and listen to my orders at any time. Then repeat my words: What do you want? I can give you any amount of money, as long as you don't hurt us!"

"Okay..."

The driver agreed reluctantly and began to repeat what Wang Xueming taught him.

But before he could finish.

Suddenly, the fat extremist on the left suddenly shouted with a gun: "What do you have under your hand? Get off the car! Get off the car immediately!"

The muzzle of the gun was directly against Wang Xueming's face.

"Hua La!"

At the same time, the muzzles of other people's guns were also aimed at the jeep.

This scene almost scared the driver to pee his pants.

At the critical moment, Wang Xueming spread his hands, slowly raised the pistol, and shouted loudly in English: "Don't be nervous, this is just a little self-protection method for me..."

The white hat glanced at him and then looked at Mr. Jin beside him.

Suddenly he said: "Passports!"

"What?"

"Hand over your passports! Now!"

Only after hearing it for the second time did Wang Xueming confirm that he had heard it correctly.

He really couldn't understand why these extremists wanted his passports, since they were not policemen. Could it be that they were planning to kidnap them and seize their passports for blackmail?

Anyway, his passports were all fake, and they were all prepared by Weidi.

So he reached into his pocket and slowly handed the two passports to the white hat under the gaze of the extremists.

His men grabbed them and opened them quickly.

After repeatedly confirming the names and photos, the white hat suddenly threw the passports in again and shook his hands impatiently: "It's not them, let them go!"

"God bless you! Thank you! Thank you!"

The driver was so happy to hear these words.

But just as he stepped on the accelerator.

The fat man suddenly rushed to the front of the car and slammed his hands on the hood, making a loud "bang".

"Wait!"

The driver's heart was lifted again.

The next second, the fat man pointed his gun at Wang Xueming:

"I want your pistol, give it to me!"

"Boss..."

"Of course!"

Wang Xueming threw the brand new P22 semi-automatic pistol out without hesitation.

The fat man picked up the pistol and then made way with satisfaction.

The driver couldn't wait to step his sole into the fuel tank, and with the roar of the engine, he escaped from the alley in the shortest possible time.

"I'm scared to death, boss, just now I thought we were going to..."

"Something's wrong. There are a lot of militants around here. Is Bangladesh always like this at night?"

Wang Xueming interrupted the driver's complaint and asked questions.

The little brother shook his head:

"According to my understanding, no matter how powerful these extremist organizations are, they would not dare to openly drive around in armed pickup trucks on the streets, unless they want to make some big move, such as..."

"Find someone!"

"Looking for someone?"

"Yes, and we are looking for someone from Xia!"

The two of them asked and answered questions.

Through the car glass, Wang Xueming squinted at the extremists wandering on the roadside and briefly analyzed:

"The little boss just checked only me and this guy by name, but ignored you. It means that their target should be the same Xia country faces as us,"

"Xia Guoren...I'm sorry, boss, I'm really not sure."

After all.

After all, the driver is just an ordinary informant. It's okay to let him pick up and drop off people, but if he is asked to investigate extremist organizations, he would not dare.

"It's okay, you just need to send me to the designated location."

Not long after Wang Xueming finished speaking.

The vehicle slowly stopped in front of the gate of a desolate bungalow.

But unexpectedly.

The door suddenly opened.

From the crack in the door, a tightly wrapped woman wearing a black headscarf walked out.

She first glanced inside the car, then took off her headscarf, revealing her short, sassy brown hair.

Reach out proactively:

"Hello, I'm Sima!"

"Wang Xueming, this should be our first time working together. I'm sorry for being late."

Wang Xueming dragged Mr. Jin out of the car.

The first time the two looked at each other, they smelled a sense of danger.

In Wang Xueming's eyes, even though Sima is just a woman, her fighting ability is definitely not weak at all, even more powerful than Barron.

In Sima's eyes.

What she saw was not a person, but a demon in the blood sea of ​​hell.

This Wang Xueming is definitely a ruthless man who climbed out of the pile of corpses!

"You're welcome, Dhaka City is not peaceful tonight. It's not easy for you to come here. If you are five minutes late, I will confirm your life or death!"

Seema led the two of them into the courtyard.

At the same time, explain thoroughly what just happened.

It turned out that someone among the extreme forces in Bangladesh released the news that a certain policeman from Xia State had killed many terrorists, so he was targeted by many leaders.

Especially the Indian subcontinent branch of Keida.

"Police from Xia Kingdom?"

Wang Xueming was stunned for a moment.

Somehow, the first impression that came to his mind was that of a young special police officer wearing a black mask.

"Ah cry!!"

Gu Ji came to the bedside and was about to speak, but he couldn't help sneezing, which happened to wake up Gao Bo, so he could only say: "Nothing unusual, just pay more attention to the intersection."

"good……"

"Da da da!"

As soon as Gao Bo finished speaking, several gunshots were faintly heard in the night sky outside the hotel window.

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