Simulation Game: Crisis Management-Chapter 222 - 124: Target Identity

Gu Ji's heart skipped a beat.

HRT, short for Hostage Rescue Team, is the highest-ranking special police within the FBI tactical units, entirely trained by Delta and Seal Team Six, known as the "elite among elites."

Like the Xiangzhou Flying Tiger Team, HRT is considered a paramilitary tactical unit.

It is positioned between state SWAT teams and top-tier military special forces, with a membership of around 50 people.

They primarily respond to extreme domestic hostage situations, large-scale terrorist attacks, and other highly sensitive or extremely dangerous situations.

It's important to know that both Delta and Seal Team Six sit at the top of the special forces pyramid.

Under their influence, HRT's training level and equipment are significantly superior to the other 56 state SWAT teams and 14 enhanced SWAT teams of the FBI, not only mastering advanced tactical skills, such as night or low-light operations, but also excelling in extreme conditions like chemical, freezing, mountain environments, and maritime combat, being notably stronger than foreign SWAT teams.

This is truly a national-level special police force.

Their status is equivalent to the SCP Falcon Assault Team of the domestic armed police special forces.

Gu Ji slightly squinted his eyes.

Luckily, he acted quickly and ran in time, otherwise, if HRT had intervened in the arrest operation, it would have been much more difficult to escape.

But there's one thing he couldn't figure out.

HRT belongs to the FBI's Emergency Incident Response Group, stationed in Quantico, Virginia.

Although it's not too far from New York, it's at least over 400 kilometers away.

The point that should have drawn the FBI's attention to this case should be the appearance of a bomb at the main venue of the US Open, but now it's only been half an hour. Even if HRT's rapid response is unbeatable, achieving "zero" minutes assembly, it's still at least a ten-minute journey from Queens District's LaGuardia Airport to Brooklyn Mall, right?

Unless they all rode the fastest military SR-71 Blackbird reconnaissance aircraft.

But that's obviously impossible. The SR-71 can only seat two people, namely the pilot and the reconnaissance officer. Even if they all knew how to fly the reconnaissance aircraft, at least six would be needed for two teams.

Even for a national military strategic mission, it's impossible to deploy six top reconnaissance aircraft simultaneously.

A more reasonable explanation is that part of HRT was already within New York City.

Perhaps executing some covert operation.

"Maybe, it's precisely against this terrorist bombing attack!"

Gu Ji contemplated inwardly.

He hadn't forgotten that the FBI has its own national security intelligence department, and for them, intercepting terrorist information intelligence in advance isn't hard.

[Art requires cruelty: Ding ding ding, 20 minutes left～]

Raising his wrist, Gu Ji checked the time and urged the driver to speed up.

The appearance of HRT put great pressure on him, unlike the WWII soldiers or airport thugs before, this is a truly elite national team.

And the countdown for this critical juncture was just too short.

An hour and a half had passed right before his eyes, and other than defusing one bomb, he hadn't made any significant progress. He couldn't identify the bomber's identity, nor could he disarm the sensor bomb on his neck.

While crawling through the ventilation duct, Gu Ji had tried, but the red light signal of the sensor bomb was unaffected, and he didn't dare to move recklessly.

"Looks like I'll have to find a way to get a signal jammer first..."

Inside the mall of the shopping center.

Nevia led a large group of precinct officers and the emergency task force rushing into the fire escape, only to find nothing as expected.

She looked down at the stair platform littered with ash, partially burnt clothing fabric, and shattered black plastic pieces, pressed the talkie, and spoke in a deep voice.

"Mr. York, the target is not on-site."

"What about the explosive?"

"It seemed like..."

"It was a camera battery explosion due to overheating."

Just as Nevia was speaking, a sudden rush of footsteps approached from behind, led by Jillian wearing a bulletproof vest, holding a Glock 17 in her right hand, and showing her badge with her left.

"FBI, we've already called your chief, and from now on, this series of bombing cases will be taken over by us!"

"Chief, HRT is also here."

Nevia initially wanted to retort a bit, but when she turned and saw several FBI HRT Special Police with MP5 submachine guns, dressed in camouflage and fully armed behind Jillian, she understood the seriousness with which the FBI took this matter.

"Do as she says."

In the command center, Mr. York's expression was filled with helplessness and reluctance.

Still, fortunately, the scene had been sealed, and the suspect was in this mall. Watching the passersby under the surveillance camera, as long as they checked one by one, the target would definitely be forced out!

But what no one anticipated was this.

A special police officer beside Jillian, wearing a riot helmet and a black mask, revealing only a pair of brown eyes, suddenly spoke: "'Tweety Bird' discovered a ventilation fan falling on the lawn on the east side of the shopping center, with signs of artificial damage at the gate."

What!?

Nevia and all the officers present widened their eyes. If the suspect indeed escaped through the ventilation duct, then New York Police Department truly became a laughingstock!

Jillian's gaze changed, as if pondering something.

After a few seconds of silence, she took out her phone from her pocket and directed Nevia to deactivate the fire alarm in the control room.

After the fire alarm ceased, surprisingly, there was still a buzzing in the hallway.

The source was from Jillian's phone.

It was the live broadcast of the target suspect!!

Buzz...

Mr. York's brain buzzed, stumbling two steps back, nearly falling to the ground. Two precinct police departments, nearly 90 officers, had been outwitted by a mere teenager!

"This kid is really clever."

Jamie couldn't help but comment.