Simulation Game: Crisis Management-Chapter 233 - 127: Infiltrating the Company (Part 3)

He decisively stood up close to the shattered window frame, raised the gun, and aimed again at the neck of the brown-haired security lying inside, bang bang!

Confirmed dead.

Just as Gu Ji thought the gunfight was over, his ears suddenly reacted instinctively; a series of hurried footsteps sounded from inside the solid wall behind him. Roughly estimated, there were at least four or five people. It turns out that the right side of the 'T' corridor leads to stairs!

Damn!

His eyes turned red, and he quickly removed his backpack and jumped into the security room through the window.

Rat-a-tat-tat-tat!

In an instant, countless bullets battered the exterior walls of the security room, with some firing through the window, creating a pit in the white walls, brick fragments flying— clearly indicating the strength of the impact.

It's assault rifles!!

The enemy's suppressive fire is overwhelming, each shot connected. Even after Gu Ji landed, he had no chance to catch his breath and hurriedly pulled out a Poison Needle Trap mine from his backpack and tossed it out the window behind him.

"Boom swoosh—!"

The infrared sensor was triggered instantly; after the sound of a concussion bomb echoed, screams ensued in the corridor.

Gu Ji dared not pause for even a moment. He quickly got up, picked up the other gun from the brown-haired security guard, tucked it into his waistband, and edged cautiously along the wall to the doorway, carefully poking his head out.

By now, the corridor was already in chaos.

He first glanced at the long corridor on the left, which had about four or five rooms, possibly offices for the research personnel.

Besides screams, he heard anxious cries for help over the phone coming from inside.

The right 'T' junction resonated with mad laughter, faint silhouettes of four dark figures swaying were visible. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

Five people, and four were taken out in one swoop.

The power of 700 micro poison needles firing from the Poison Needle Trap was no joke.

"Rock! What's wrong? Claire! Bo Wen! You..."

The next second, a series of questions from a man resounded from the stairs on the right side. Gu Ji stepped halfway out of the doorway, using the corner to inch forward until the stairway bend came into view, where a man was checking on his companions.

Without saying a word, he raised his gun and pulled the trigger repeatedly.

Bam bam bam!

"Ah!"

The man let out a scream, hurriedly retreating behind the stairwell wall.

Hit!

Gu Ji's eyes suddenly flared with murderous intent, and he sprang forward like a coil, dropping the Glock, instantly picking up the toxin-afflicted black and blue AR-15 assault rifle that fell to the ground.

He moved quickly to the wall side.

Pulled the charging handle, checked the remaining rounds in the magazine.

Shouldered the rifle, leaned his head forward, lowered his upper body, cheek pressed against the stock.

In one fluid motion, Gu Ji was poised for action, nerves taut to the extreme, much like a cat spotting prey, softly approaching the edge of the solid wall, which led to the stairway.

"Huff huff..."

The sound-enhanced perception talent enabled him to hear labored breathing from behind the wall.

Evidently, the enemy was severely injured, the pain making his breathing erratic.

Judging from the sound source location, it was at the stair platform!

He's ambushing me.

Logical; having no way to escape due to injury, better to fall back and engage in a gunfight at the corner—here, courage and speed with the trigger were the only defenders as neither had shields.

Gu Ji squinted his eyes.

He pulled a lighter from his pocket, casually flinging it over the stairway corner.

"Fuck!"

Perhaps terrorized by the ominous Poison Needle Trap earlier, a vile curse rang out from within the stairway.

Gu Ji moved without any words, suddenly darting from the corner, relentlessly pulling the trigger at the silhouette until he dropped to the ground. For assurance, he fired a couple more shots.

As the kill was confirmed, footsteps suddenly approached from behind.

Nerves wired, he swiftly rotated back.

Aimed the gun at a poisoned guard!

Watching the opponent in a bulletproof vest, wielding an AR-15 rifle, the menacing black muzzle drifting unstably, the poison losing its effect soon; a glint of extreme calm flashed in his eyes as he raised his rifle.

Rat-a-tat! Rat-a-tat! Rat-a-tat...

Blood bloomed in mid-air like a vibrant flower.

At that moment, the world before him was dyed crimson!

[Kill 5 enemies: Receive Private's Binocular Vision*1!]

Amid the system notification, corpses fell one after another, and Gu Ji's thoughts drifted back to the police entrance interview, recalling that last question Li Ruilin asked: "Do you enjoy killing?"

He straightened up, lowered the gun.

Tucked away the fleeting madness in his eyes.

It wasn't compassion that moved him.

But rather.

"Huh..."

Finally able to catch a breath.

Still, that saying holds true:

Mercy towards the enemy is cruelty to oneself!

Since entering the research center with facial recognition, gunfire never ceased, enemies pressing him one after another, leaving him no time to ponder further, hardly able to even breathe.

If it weren't for having just acquired SOBR rapid response knowledge, coupled with the enhancement from the blue reaction imprint and that Poison Needle Trap mine, he'd have surely been doomed this round!

"From now on, I can't make any more mistakes."

Gu Ji glanced at the blood-red countdown on the upper right corner.

At this moment, no more than five hours remained, implying either he perished now, or continued down this one path.

If midway through a mistake led to a reload, the remaining time wouldn't suffice to clear the mission.

Not to forget, he had merely completed a single objective task!

Gu Ji once again felt the urgency and pressure of the classic level red-heart mode, much like having only the last half-hour during the college entrance exam with an untouched essay.

He swiftly picked up the scattered AR-15 rifle from the ground, dismantled the magazine, and slipped it into his pocket.