Simulation Game: Crisis Management-Chapter 241 - 129: Heading to Manhattan_3

Gu Ji took advantage of the crowd and followed the office workers from the fifth floor to the first floor.

Jillian never gave up on the chance to cooperate with him and kept calling his name through the megaphone.

York, beside her, spoke up:

"Agent Jillian, don't waste your energy. I've said from the start that there's something wrong with him. There are 153 people named 'Saflo Baron' in New York City who match the voice and age, but not one of them is a retired military, police, or private investigator. Yet this kid's counter-surveillance skills are so strong, it's hard not to be suspicious. Trust me, he definitely won't dare to show himself!"

It seems the police have yet to pin down my true identity.

Gu Ji squinted his eyes and hurriedly avoided all FBI personnel, heading toward the exit with his head down.

"Please raise your hands for inspection and present your ID!"

A slightly chubby white policeman reached out to stop him, while a colleague stepped forward to search his belongings, finding a folding knife in his pocket.

"It's just a folding knife, is there a problem?" 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

Gu Ji had discarded all suspicious items but kept the folding knife, which could at least save his life in a critical moment.

The policeman fiddled with it a couple of times, seemingly thinking that folding knives are common, and handed it back to him before beginning to closely inspect the system-issued SSN identification.

First, he glanced at the ID photo, then at Gu Ji's face, and swiped the card on the machine. Everything displayed was normal.

"Alright, you can go."

"Thank you."

Gu Ji feigned calm and nodded slightly, turning to successfully exit the building.

[Art Demands Cruelty: Where did you get the ID?]

[Awesome, streamer! You just escaped from beneath the noses of hundreds of police officers?]

[This should be considered the strongest fugitive in history, right?]

[Fuck! Did the streamer just stride out the front door like that? Didn't the police watch the livestream or hear the commotion at the check?]

[The key point is, the streamer was busy looking for and defusing bombs the whole time, so where did he have the time to get an ID that also looks like him?]

…

The audience in the livestream couldn't help but be shocked by Gu Ji's escape tactics.

Gu Ji jogged away from Volut Science and Technology Park.

He opened the phone's backstage system halfway.

The bomber had already sent him the location of the third bomb:

24 Midtown Manhattan!

What a guy.

The target for the final move is this big?

Manhattan is the most densely populated of New York City's five boroughs and also the smallest. It's located in the northwest of New York and serves as the city's central business district, hosting the headquarters of most Fortune 500 companies, including the United Nations headquarters.

Compared to Midtown, more people are familiar with Wall Street.

But on September 11, 2001, the World Trade Center in New York's Financial District, near Wall Street, was attacked in a terrorist incident, leading to the shutdown of the New York Stock Exchange and causing near-collapse of the U.S. and world economies.

It was this "9/11" event that fundamentally changed the landscape around Wall Street, with many financial institutions moving away from geographically defined Wall Street to the more conveniently accessible, open vista Midtown Manhattan.

So, now Midtown Manhattan is the true global financial center.

Here, not only gathered are the largest capital groups in the U.S.: Rothschild, JPMorgan Chase, Goldman Sachs, and DuPont, but also many renowned securities firms are located.

If the bomber's last bomb truly detonates, it could cause a world-class financial commotion!

Gu Ji arrived at a small road and hailed a taxi.

"Hey, kid, where to?"

"Midtown Manhattan, please hurry."

After getting in, Gu Ji still chose to sit directly behind the driver's seat, took out the phone map to confirm the specific location, and described the approximate address.

[The next explosion site is in Manhattan?]

[Whoa, how dare the terrorists!]

[Is it going to blow up the Empire State Building or Times Square?]

[If the police find out, won't they explode? This is New York City's status symbol!]

…

Just as the bullet screen said.

Thankfully, the police haven't figured out that he's already heading toward Manhattan District.

Otherwise, given the importance of the world's financial center, if the police get angry and order the Brooklyn Bridge to be sealed, he'd have to swim across the New York River below to get through.

Because the only way from Brooklyn to Manhattan is the Brooklyn Bridge.

"Rest assured."

The driver glanced back at Gu Ji, smiled and nodded, shifted gears, and with a press of the gas pedal, the car moved off, starting a sporadic conversation with him.

Gu Ji slightly raised an eyebrow, lifted his head.

The driver was an American uncle in his thirties or forties, neither fat nor thin, wearing a black baseball cap, seeming to be in a good mood, talking cheerfully.

He squinted his eyes imperceptibly, lowered his wrist, pondering something unknown.

His peripheral vision began assessing the car's interior.

Brooklyn Tech Triangle is very close to Manhattan.

Just a bridge away.

Upon entering the famed Brooklyn Bridge, crossing the New York River, one can see the bustling skyscrapers on the Manhattan side, like towering giants, from the Empire State Building to the elegant spire of Trinity Church, forming a beautiful urban skyline.

Seven or eight minutes later, the taxi descended from the bridge into the Manhattan District.

The driver leisurely pointed to a cluster of buildings ahead.

"Almost there, the center district is just up ahead."

"Thank you."

Gu Ji's tone was calm, without the slightest ripple.

But in the next second, he suddenly sprang forward, like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey, toward the vehicle's central console. His left hand wrapped tightly around the taxi driver's neck, head close to head, while his right hand, already prepared, instantly pulled out the folding knife, its blade point stabbing at the driver's neck.

Screech—!