Simulation Game: Crisis Management-Chapter 265 - 140: Liangben

A man in his thirties sat on the sofa, wearing an expensive dark gray suit. He had a slim build, a retro slicked-back hairstyle with a touch of gray at the temples, and his handsome features radiated strong confidence.

A young man with a long ponytail was waiting by his side. Besides them, there were a dozen robust men in black suits in the room, of varying skin colors. Most stood against the wall, with only a few sitting, casually chatting while subtly observing the middle-aged man's demeanor, indicating his status.

Moments later, the door of the private room opened.

A man in a silver suit, wearing sunglasses and with graying hair, walked in with a smile, followed by two tall and burly white bodyguards.

Upon seeing the middle-aged man, the man in sunglasses forced an exaggerated fake smile and reached out for a hug:

"Hey~~ Chairman, what brings you here? The KTV isn't open yet. I'll arrange for some ladies to accompany you right away..."

"No need, I don't hug dead men."

The middle-aged man ignored him, and the two burly men at the door immediately closed the room door.

The man in sunglasses froze with the smile on his face.

He then understood the man's intent, his eyes twisting with rage, "Damn it!"

Just as the shout fell, the lights went out, plunging the room into darkness, and gunshots instantly rang out.

Bang bang bang, screams followed by blood splattering everywhere like arrows with each flash from the muzzle, shadows fell to the floor.

Two or three seconds later, the room returned to silence.

Click, a crisp sound of a kerosene lighter flicked open, revealing the side profile of the middle-aged man under the orange-red flame, his cheek splattered with blood, adding a touch of brutality, as he lit a cigarette in his mouth.

The room lights were also turned on by his subordinates at this time.

The ponytailed young man, who had been waiting on him, had already poured him a strong drink.

The middle-aged man took a deep drag of the cigarette and drank from the glass, unmoved by the blood and bodies all over the floor, enjoying the burning sensation down his throat.

Soon, a knock was heard at the door.

A man in black rushed in, whispered in the middle-aged man's ear:

"Chairman, bad news, Shao Liang... oh no, it was Li Sen who got caught in the Xia Kingdom and gave away our informants there, and..."

"Continue."

"Also, the Executive Department reported that the Cabinet Intelligence Room advised us to keep a low profile lately, the US military seems to have started paying attention to the syndicate..."

The middle-aged man didn't speak, but drained the glass of strong liquor, then exhaled a coarse breath:

"Huh... cut off his ear and send it to those old guys, show them the consequences of betraying Liangben!"

"Yes, Chairman!"

Several men in suits bowed ninety degrees, then dragged the bodies out.

Watching the blood trail long lines across the marble floor, the middle-aged man's gaze gradually turned bloody and ruthless:

"Seems it's time to collect some interest from those guys in the Xia Kingdom!"

...

Gu Ji and the other two finished their meal around one in the afternoon.

Since it was a day off, they had a few drinks.

After leaving the hotpot restaurant, he planned to take a taxi home but unexpectedly was grabbed by Chen Zhiyu midway.

"Don't go, Mr. Gu, you haven't lent me your notes yet!"

"Seriously, you're still hung up on that? Nothing really happened between us..."

"Whatever happened between you two is none of my business. I simply want to engage in a study exchange with you, nothing more!"

No matter what Gu Ji said, Chen Zhiyu wouldn't let go. Her flushed little face was full of stubbornness, she even hugged his arm.

Gao Bo saw something amiss, quickly made an excuse to slip away.

"Uh... well, you two have a good study session, I have something this afternoon, so I have to go first! Don't forget next week's trip!"

"Gao Bo!"

Gu Ji really wanted to give Gao Bo a hard slap now. Looking down at Chen Zhiyu, who was about to turn into an octopus, he could only shake his head and say, "The notes are at my place. You have to come home with me to get them. I'm telling you, I've had a bit too much to drink, so if anything happens with a man and woman alone, don't blame me..."

"Who are you trying to scare? Going home is no big deal!"

"Are you serious?"

"Of course, I'm serious!"

Gu Ji raised an eyebrow, seeing Chen Zhiyu's resolute attitude, he had no choice but to hail a cab.

About half an hour later, the two arrived at Gu Ji's apartment.

He thought the young lady was just making an excuse to get drunk and vent some temper, but unexpectedly, after getting the notes, Chen Zhiyu really sat at the computer desk, calmly reading through them.

What is going on?

Gu Ji looked at Chen Zhiyu's serious profile, instantly recalling scenes of studying at the library during university, this girl seemed to be genuinely studying.

When did she become interested in special police tactics again...

Frowning slightly, Gu Ji recalled her "disappearance" for over half a month, could it be she was out on field missions with the National Security Action Team?

Relatively speaking, National Security personnel are generally trained more like agents, akin to Baron's role in bomb scenarios, focusing on disguise, infiltration, and intelligence gathering.

In terms of action and capture, public security special police certainly surpasses National Security.

Otherwise, National Security wouldn't always require the cooperation of the police and armed police for major arrest operations.

Chen Zhiyu looking at the Xiangzhou Flying Tiger Team's conference notes seemed likely to be absorbing tactical action knowledge to fill in her field experience.