Simulation Game: Crisis Management-Chapter 246 - 132: Target of the Attack Appears

Theoretically, one kilogram of TNT can produce energy equivalent to 4.2 million joules. Based on the conversion of one joule equating to 0.102 kilograms, the energy released by one kilogram of TNT can move an object of equal weight 420 kilometers. Twenty kilograms of TNT is approximately equal to a conventional missile, enough to destroy a three-story apartment building.

But don't forget, the power of C4 explosive is 1.34 times on top of that!

So Gu Ji is absolutely not joking.

If the bomber detonates a bomb and destroys the load-bearing wall of the 23-story building, it is very likely to cause the effect of a directional collapse, leading to the high-rise building's collapse. When a skyscraper of a dozen stories crashes to the ground, who knows how much death, injury, and destruction it will cause.

Gu Ji rushed into the lobby of the office building as swift as flying, and in one stride, vaulted over the access control system.

The alarm sounded.

Four or five security personnel nearby hurriedly rushed over to stop him.

"Sorry sir, this is a business place. Without a pass or an appointment, you are not allowed to enter!"

"Sir, please leave here immediately! Otherwise, we will have to call the police!"

One of the older Black security guards, who seemed to be professionally trained, judged from the damage on Gu Ji's shirt, the bloodstained elbow, and the jammer in his hand that he might be a dangerous person. He immediately invoked the police and secretly reached for his waist.

This is proper security.

Not like at the Volut Research and Development Center, where they opened fire without even a word of persuasion.

"I am Saflo Baron. Evacuate everyone in the office building immediately, a high explosive bomb may be hidden on the 23rd floor, and the Counter-Terrorism Bureau's EOD team is on the way!"

"What, a bomb!?"

"You are Saflo Baron?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the faces of several security personnel changed drastically, and the older security guard instantly drew out a Taser Electric Shock Gun from his waist.

This thing is very common in the regular anti-explosion tactics of American police and for civilian self-defense.

It relies on shooting electrified "darts" to subdue the target. Inside the gun is a nitrogen gas-filled pressure cartridge. When the trigger is pulled, the high-pressure nitrogen gas in the cartridge is quickly released, firing out two electrodes from the barrel, with a range of about seven meters.

When it hits a target, the barb can hook onto the suspect's clothes and discharge electricity through up to five centimeters of fabric, repeatedly in five seconds, each discharge lasting one millionth of a second, causing the suspect's muscles to spasm all over, curling them into a ball.

But Gu Ji had already noticed his attacking movements with his peripheral vision.

As soon as the opponent drew out the electric gun, he pulled out a Glock 19X.

"Ah!"

"Run!"

...

Onlookers at the reception and passersby screamed at the sight of the handgun, shivering as they ran to hide behind various surrounding buildings.

The change happened suddenly.

Although the remaining few security personnel were frantic, relying on their routine training experience, they still pulled out their electric guns and surrounded Gu Ji.

"Believe me, if I really wanted to take action, I wouldn't give you a chance to draw your guns!"

When Gu Ji said this, his eyes never left the middle-aged Black security guard, who should be the leader among them.

For some reason.

The Black security guard suddenly felt that the young man in front of him wasn't lying.

Despite his harmless baby-faced appearance, he exuded an inexplicable eeriness and oppression, as if being watched by something ominous, making one feel uncomfortable all over.

And the opponent's speed in drawing the gun was extremely fast, obviously professionally trained.

His gaze changed for two seconds, and the Black security guard suddenly spoke:

"I need to verify with the police!"

"You can, but there's no time. I need to go to the 23rd floor immediately. You need to evacuate the building quickly!!"

Seeing the hostility vanish from the other's pupils, Gu Ji voluntarily lowered his gun but kept his finger on the trigger.

Perhaps it was this behavior that gained him some extra points.

After the Black security guard arranged for one of his subordinates to report to the police, he and another subordinate led Gu Ji into the elevator.

After arriving on the 23rd floor.

The words "Fuen Capital" were written on the glass door at the entrance, presumably an investment fund company.

The automatic door opened, and a young, beautiful, blonde receptionist immediately stood up, smiling at Gu Ji and the two others, "May I ask what you..."

Before she could finish speaking.

Gu Ji took a big step forward and directly flipped over the reception desk.

"Ah!"

"What are you doing!? Security! Security!"

...

The receptionist gasped and quickly moved aside. Analysts, researchers, and other staff in the office area were also drawn by the commotion to look over.

Amid the tense atmosphere.

Gu Ji successfully removed the grill from the air supply vent of the building's fresh air system in the corner. According to the computer's explosive disposal diagram, he reached out and touched all around, and indeed felt a half-fist-sized object.

The Black security guard naturally saw a flashing red-light yellow object, and having previously worked for the police, he immediately recognized it as C4 plastic explosives!

"Security room, security room, everyone immediately evacuate people from the 23rd floor of the building!"

"Not just the 23rd floor, it's the entire building. This is just the auxiliary explosive, the main explosive is at least 20 kilograms."

When Gu Ji spoke out this number.

The Black security guard almost collapsed on the spot.

They had already heard of today's explosion event in New York, so they specially beefed up security in the lobby, underground parking lot, and other areas, but never imagined that this terrorist attack would land on their heads.

He quickly pressed the intercom on his chest:

"Command center! Command center! This is Charis, a large amount of C4 plastic explosive has been found on the 23rd floor of the office building, immediately sound the alarm, broadcast to evacuate the building's people, hurry!"