Simulation Game: Crisis Management-Chapter 232 - 127: Infiltrating the Company (Part 2)

But after circling around, there were no traces outside at all.

Fortunately, Gu Ji encountered a researcher in a white lab coat walking out of the research center, seemingly heading to the cafeteria for a meal.

The outer security of Volut is already very tight, so the security of the research center must be even stricter.

With no other options, Gu Ji had to follow him, and once they reached a camera blind spot, he seized the opportunity, his hands suddenly shooting out like a python hunting a rabbit, wrapping quickly around the researcher's neck from behind.

His left hand caught his right arm's inside elbow, applying a rear-naked choke.

"Mmm..."

The researcher struggled desperately at first, but as Gu Ji tightened his grip, the resistance gradually weakened, and eventually, the body shivered and soon went limp.

This was Gu Ji's most reliable method for knocking someone out.

The previous tennis court cleaner was dealt with in the same way.

The stylish movie-style chop to the back of the neck to cause unconsciousness is not unfeasible, just too difficult to control.

If too light, it wouldn't cut off blood supply to the brain; too heavy, and it might hit the carotid sinus, causing a drop in intracranial pressure, or dislocating and fracturing a cervical vertebra, pressing on the brain's blood vessels, leading to anything from intracranial bleeding to lower-body paralysis.

In comparison, the rear-naked choke is much easier to control.

[Art requires cruelty: Perhaps the first stage wasn't just chance, at least you're experienced in defusing bombs, but this stage isn't so easily passed, a reminder, you have 20 minutes left～]

[Damn, does the terrorist actually praise the streamer?]

[I declare you the strongest!]

[Why does it sound like someone fell again?]

[Could the streamer really have committed murder?]

[Probably not, the bomber didn't force the streamer to defuse the bomb or die, yet the streamer is risking everything to defuse it, if he truly wanted to commit a crime, he could just ignore the bomb and focus on escaping and avoiding the police, right?]

[Everyone's overthinking, he just knocked them out, perhaps it's a necessary measure for the streamer to blend into the bombed location!]

...

Gu Ji received a vibration and glanced at his phone.

This bomber is really a chatterbox.

Still, this message did reveal some critical information: the bomber is likely continuously tracking his location and movements.

Presumably, choosing the research center among the three buildings and circling it quickly caught the bomber's attention.

The bomb is most likely here!

He dragged the unconscious researcher to a shady bush, removed his lab coat, and took his staff pass.

"Jenkin Ron, P3 Special Researcher..."

While Gu Ji isn't familiar with Volut's internal staff hierarchy, the word "special" suggests a high level.

Higher staff members often have greater access, which would make it easier for him to explore the interior. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

So he adjusted himself to fit Ron's physique and appearance, put on the lab coat, and headed to the research center.

He waited for the automatic privacy glass door to open.

Before him was a small "T"-shaped corridor, blocked by two rows of stainless steel access gates; the right side was a solid wall, and the left side was a security room, allowing for constant external observation through transparent glass.

Under the watchful eyes of two security guards, Gu Ji had to lower his head, feign calmness, and retrieve Ron's ID, placing it on the magnetic stripe sensor.

But just when the pass was placed on it.

Two white lights suddenly flashed on the side gate, revealing another camera.

Damn it!

Internal staff using face recognition too?

Just as Gu Ji was mentally cursing.

"Facial recognition failed!"

"Beep! Beep! Beep!"

The gate system instantly flashed red lights and sounded the piercing alarm; two security guards immediately stood up, one bald Caucasian man emerged from the security room with a stern look: "Sorry, you don't seem to be Mr. Ron!"

"I..."

Just as Gu Ji was considering how to explain, from the corner of his eye, he noticed the guard's hand reaching for his waist.

He's drawing a gun?!

Gu Ji's eyes widened in alarm, his whole body tensed, and he lunged forward like a leopard.

Bam!

As he dashed toward the security personnel, a piercing sound cut through the air, and a bullet hit the glass door behind Gu Ji in a flash.

Crash!

Thud!

The sound of shattering glass and falling bodies occurred almost simultaneously.

Without hesitation, Gu Ji grabbed the bald guard's arms and rolled, dragging him to the right wall.

As he rolled, several more bullets pierced through the security room's glass, striking the bald man's back.

Bullets drilled into flesh like spirals, splattering blood instantly.

Gu Ji had no time to think.

Death was brushing past him, and his quick reflexes made him hunch, shoulder his body, seizing the corpse as a shield with his left hand, and swiftly grab the bald man's gun with his right, a Glock 17!

He raised the gun, decisively pulling both the small trigger and the main trigger, firing quickly toward the security room by feel, bang bang! bang bang!

Two rapid double-taps, and he caught sight of the opposition ducking behind cover.

Gu Ji shoved the body away, pressed his left hand on the ground, and propelled himself off the wall like a fierce tiger, rolling under the opposite security room, where he stood with his back against the wall.

Just as he steadied himself, a bullet whizzed from the security window, striking the bald man's corpse again.

Gu Ji's pupils contracted.

Almost as the gunshot sounded, he leapt up, his gun angled through the window, bang bang!

Flames flashed continuously, and blood spurted like arrows from the window.