Simulation Game: Crisis Management-Chapter 322 - 158: New Objective

That’s what they said, but Gu Ji didn’t just sit back and do nothing.

He took out his walkie-talkie and instructed the soldiers to gather all the elderly and vulnerable in the train at the connecting aisle, ensuring they received sufficient oxygen and were among the first to be rescued when government aid arrived.

Although some people complained.

By putting themselves in their shoes, if those people were their own parents or children, they would understand Gu Ji’s command.

Time ticked away, second by second.

Waiting for rescue was undoubtedly the most agonizing 60 minutes of the victims’ lives. As the water level rose, all electronic devices failed, plunging the entire train into darkness. Many took out their phones and switched on the flashlights, but due to the hasty government evacuation, many hadn’t had time to charge their devices.

One by one, the phones died, just like the hope in people’s hearts, breaking one after another.

More and more people grew afraid. Many Hindu devotees instinctively joined their hands, silently reciting scriptures. Sounds of prayer, cries, and complaints filled the train, immersing it in a deep abyss of despair.

Even Fatima closed her eyes, leaning tightly against Gu Ji’s shoulder.

Forty-some minutes later, Gu Ji’s ears perked up at the faint sound of deep, rumbling vibrations.

In the crowd, a tall Indian man suddenly raised his head.

"What is that sound! Another flood?"

"Oh my god! Are we doomed to die here!"

"Oh Shiva! Please save us, your suffering followers..."

As fear gripped everyone, Gu Ji looked through his binoculars and saw a series of red and white lights flashing rhythmically in the sky — those were navigation and landing lights!

Gu Ji’s pupils dilated instantly, and he couldn’t help but shout at the top of his lungs:

"It’s not a flood! It’s a plane! It’s the government rescue plane! Everyone, hang on for another fifteen minutes! We must endure!"

"A plane?"

"Oh my god! The government is finally rescuing us!"

"Boohoo... Rescue is coming! Everyone, hold on! Mr. Vidhi said, the last fifteen minutes!!"

"Ahhh! Someone is finally coming to save us!"

...

For a moment, a deafening roar erupted inside the train. All the victims were overwhelmed with emotion; no news could be more exhilarating. The once somber carriage was suddenly filled with hope for survival. Even though the water level had risen to their necks, everyone refused to give up.

Fatima, also overwhelmed, clung tightly to Gu Ji’s arm. When he turned around, she realized she had overdone it and quickly let go, awkwardly changing the subject.

"Vidhi, it’s thanks to your efforts that everyone can survive this!"

"Let’s not speak too soon. Until we’re truly on the ground, everything remains uncertain. Notify all soldiers, train crew, and government officials to stand by at the connecting aisle and be ready to collaborate with the rescue troops for evacuation!"

"Got it!"

Fatima was filled with determination as well.

The Cabinet Secretary previously stated in a call that the transport plane would land at De布鲁格尔 Airport. Gu Ji asked the soldiers, and they mentioned it was a dual-use military-civilian airport, about 5 kilometers from the disaster relief center.

Once the plane landed, if the 1000 rescue troops could quickly prepare the rubber boats, there was hope they could reach the train within 15 minutes.

Sure enough.

Gu Ji’s prediction was correct. About fifteen minutes later, someone shouted, "There’s light," and then countless white light sources appeared in the dark rapids, the rescue boats prepared by the Central Government.

"Look! There’s light ahead! Someone’s coming to rescue us!"

"Everyone, don’t panic! Follow instructions!"

"Stay calm! Save your strength and don’t waste the carriage’s oxygen!"

"Let the elderly and weak go first! When the door opens and you see the rapids, don’t be afraid, hold onto the seats and handrails, form a line, and if everyone follows instructions, we will all be saved!"

Amidst the cheering inside the train, Gu Ji shouted desperately, reminding everyone.

Finally, the rescue boats reached the train.

Just as he suggested in satellite communications earlier, the rubber rescue boats were divided into large and small ones, with the big boats manned by three rescue personnel and the small boats by two.

Four hundred rescue boats spread out at both ends of the train in three rows.

After communicating with the rescue personnel, Gu Ji picked up the walkie-talkie, took a deep breath.

"Everyone, get ready, open the door!"

Click!

The soldiers turned the handle forcefully, swinging open the train’s connecting aisle doors. The floodwaters poured in faster, but fortunately, he had already warned the victims to stay safe. Despite the sudden torrent, people panicked a little, but the formation stayed intact.

The disaster response teams stationed at the doors also desperately pulled people from the train onto the boats. One row was filled and immediately departed, with another row continuing the rescue.

And just as the first victim ordered the doors to be opened.

A unique game prompt suddenly appeared before him.

[Objective: Keep the death toll under 400 before the Central Government intervenes successfully!]

[Please select your reward!]

[Tropical Depression Forecast Info*1]or[Explosives Expertise (Intermediate)!]

While urging the victims to move quickly, Gu Ji pondered the game information before him. He couldn’t understand why a tactical imprint would appear in a natural disaster level.

Blue [Tropical Depression Forecast Info*1]: Southern Naval Command, Indian Navy INMAC Naval Meteorological Analysis Center’s forecast on the gaseous motion of the Bengal Bay tropical depression using equipment such as radar vertical wind profiler, atmospheric transmittance meter, cloud cover meter, and automatic meteorological observation systems; believe me, this is very important information.

Blue [Explosives Expertise (Intermediate)]: Enhance contact and non-contact blasting operation levels by 31.8%, improve precision control in blasting by 27%, and enhance the ability to analyze blasting environments by 31%.

Why would a weather intelligence piece be rated blue?

Gu Ji couldn’t understand initially, but recalling the United States’ weather warfare against Vietnam and this Assam flood disaster, it became clear.

Before completing this objective, the sudden flood claimed 87 lives in total.

This was the result of Gu Ji’s desperate efforts over two levels. Without him pushing the state government and Indian Central Cabinet Government to dispatch aid, hundreds might have died!

This highlights the terrifying nature of meteorological disasters.

A significant tropical depression impacts not only a city or a state but possibly several countries affecting the safety of tens of millions, so rating it blue is not unreasonable.

After pondering for a moment and considering future tasks, he ultimately chose reward one.

A flash of blue light moved to the upper right corner of Gu Ji’s vision, becoming a small map icon.

[New objective: Earn the Central Cabinet Government’s trust.]

Just like the drones in the bomb level, he could read them anytime with his mind, but now was not the time to analyze. As the train doors opened, rapid water poured in, and the air inside the car decreased. Gu Ji stood on the chair, tiptoeing to put his mouth against the train roof, grasping for what little air there was left while most victims had already been rescued.

Seeing the water almost completely engulf the train, he used all his strength and shouted one last cry to Fatima, "Hold your breath," then took a deep breath of the remaining oxygen and sank underwater.

In the murky flood, Gu Ji held onto Fatima, unlocking the door, and passed through the connecting door.

Seeing rescue personnel deep in the submerged water extend the rescue pole, he motioned Fatima to grab it.

Splash!

"Huff, huff..."

Fatima gasped for air while searching frantically for Gu Ji, only to find him at the side of the rescue boat, grabbing the rubber handle and climbing aboard.

"Is there anyone still not on board?"

"Is anyone there?"

With a high-power flashlight in hand, the rescuers called out repeatedly, yet they were answered by the sound of rushing torrents and raindrops on the water.

Just then. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

"Look out!"