Simulation Game: Crisis Management-Chapter 202 - 117: Human Bomb

But now it's different. 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

The man in black was blown to death right under everyone's noses, elevating the terrifying atmosphere on site even further!

"Ugh... wheeze..."

With the phone in his hand, Passionfruit trembled uncontrollably, wanting to shout, but his throat felt stuffed with cotton, unable to make any sound no matter how much he choked.

Gu Ji gasped, not even having time to wipe the blood off his face before immediately reaching for his neck.

Sure enough, he was wearing a neck-hanging Bluetooth headset!

He roughly felt it; it was slightly heavier than a typical Bluetooth headset, likely loaded with explosives and electronic detonators.

Don't underestimate these small things; even if the explosive power isn't great at such a close range, a slight impact on a vital area like the neck could be fatal.

Bear in mind.

5g of focused charge PETN/RDX can destroy many things.

[Oh my God! It's real!]

[Is he really dead?]

[It feels like a movie. Could this be some kind of stunt from Passionfruit's show?]

[Damn it, do you think this is the effect of special effects?]

[What should I do! My boyfriend is studying in New York City; he won't get hurt, right?]

[The moon abroad is indeed not as round as it is at home; luckily I didn't go abroad!]

...

Even across the screen, the live viewers were frightened to their cores by the scene of the black man's death.

And this effect is exactly what the bomber wanted.

[Art Requires Cruelty: Okay, now only two are left. To be honest, I really don't want to set off all the bombs; they were so difficult to hide. Oh, by the way, for our foreign hosting friend, here's a tip.]

[In New York City, there is a police car equipped with two officers within every square mile. The average response time from receiving the call to arriving at the scene is about five minutes. You probably have less than three minutes to leave, otherwise, you will definitely get stopped by the police. Friendly tip: being stopped for questioning by the police counts as being caught~]

Reading the last sentence, Passionfruit was overwhelmed with emotion, collapsing to his knees and sobbing:

"Please, big brother! I was wrong! I really know I was wrong! I'll never pull fake bomb attacks again. I'll return all the money you tipped me; I still have 200,000 in my account. Yes, I'll give it all to you if you let me go!"

Kidding me? Someone who carefully designs a terror attack would care for your 200,000 just to punish a prank streamer?

This Passionfruit is rather naive and foolish!

Their conditions were of no use; terrorist attacks are often correlated with their motives.

In other words, the larger the attack, the higher the target condition behind it.

And the conditions that could match a threat to New York City are something the two of them couldn't possibly satisfy.

However, Gu Ji still had one critical piece of information that urgently needed confirmation.

"Stop crying. Who brought the media equipment on us?"

"Uh, what equipment?"

"You really don't get it?"

Facing Passionfruit's fearful and puzzled look, Gu Ji pinched his neck-mounted headset, pointing at the lapel microphone on him.

These trigger-sensitive bombs were intricately designed and built, easily exploding with misuse. Thus, the person who provided them with the equipment could very well be the bomber himself or an accomplice!

Passionfruit finally understood, retorting.

"Weren't all these things brought by you? Now you ask me? Oh, I get it, it's you! You're with the terrorist!"

What!?

Gu Ji was dumbfounded by this question.

Could it be that the body he possessed was an inside man for the bomber?

That can't be right, it doesn't fit the game's main storyline of "Crisis Management." It was probably swapped at some point before the live stream.

The pity is, he didn't have any memory information about "Baron," and therefore couldn't lock any suspect.

Correct.

The real solution to this crisis isn't finding the bomb but finding the person!

Only by figuring out the bomber's identity could they truly end this terrorist attack.

Otherwise, no matter what they do.

They would always be puppets, threatened by the bomber!

The more Passionfruit thought about it, the more he believed his analysis was correct. He got up to flee, but perhaps due to fear or prolonged kneeling, blood froze in his thighs, causing him to fall flat after taking a step.

Gu Ji seized the chance to grab the live broadcast phone.

"What do you want to do!?"

Passionfruit frantically struggled, but how could he match Gu Ji? With a joint-lock move, he cried out in pain, and the phone immediately fell and flew.

[Art Requires Cruelty: Hahaha, you guys are so amusing!]

"Hey! Everybody down!"

"Get down! Hands on your heads!"

At this moment, from the stairway passage to the right front, came a stern shout from the police, seemingly preparing to seal off the subway.

Hearing this, Gu Ji quickly put on the hood of his sweatshirt to cover his face, while pocketing the live phone, running towards another subway exit.

Passionfruit realized that getting caught by the police would mean death, summoning all his strength to stand.

"Fuck! Wait for me! I'll die if I leave the phone 5 meters away!"

Just as he said this, he massaged his legs, attempting to enliven his stifled muscles, while moving after Gu Ji.

"Don't move!"

"Hands on your head! Get on the ground!"

"Do it now, or we'll shoot!"

...

Unexpectedly, the police had already descended the stairs, and seeing Gu Ji and Passionfruit fleeing, they mistook them for criminals, immediately raising their guns with loud warnings.

But understanding the rules, neither dared to stop whatsoever, even desperately quickening their pace.

Bang ——!

A gunshot, Gu Ji heard a wretched scream behind him, took a quick glance back, and it was Passionfruit sprawling to the ground, his back pierced by the police's bullet, the bullet penetrating his lungs, blood spraying from his mouth and nose.

On the verge of death, he still reached out towards Gu Ji's receding figure, attempting to follow to survive.

But it was ultimately in vain.

Whether his lungs were hit or if he was caught by the police, he was beyond saving.

5 meters past.

Bang! The microphone around his neck suddenly exploded, Passionfruit's head seemingly bursting like the pulp of a passion fruit, scattering brutally, scaring the two pursuing officers to immediately dive for cover.

And this gave Gu Ji a prime opportunity to escape.

He dashed into the stairway corridor in a single bound, vanishing.

[Art Requires Cruelty: Now, there's only you left, hehehe...]