Simulation Game: Crisis Management-Chapter 332 - 163: Summoned by the Higher-Ups (2)

Of course.

He also knew that these old guys wouldn’t come to a conclusion based solely on his verbal arguments, so he added, "Therefore, my suggestion is that the Crisis Management Committee contact the naval base and have the military share the ocean weather forecast data from the Bengal Bay, so we can see if my predictions are correct."

"For this, we still need to report to the Crisis Management Committee."

Several experts and professors frowned and exchanged glances, neither confirming nor refuting.

Gu Ji did not continue to insist.

Even if the navy and the military disagree, the technical staff at the meteorological center will eventually discover the early signs of the tropical storm. It would just be a few days later.

What he was doing now was merely hoping to buy some more time for the Central Cabinet Government and the Indian people before a real disaster struck.

Perhaps this is a national-level disaster...

Without a high-status position, the power an individual can leverage is very limited. If Gu Ji hadn’t been continuously working hard to prove himself, he wouldn’t even be able to get through the door, let alone give advice to these experts!

Walking out of the tent.

Gu Ji looked up at the pouring rain in the sky. After a day and night of high-intensity emergency command handling, the fatigue finally hit him.

Now, his head was spinning, and his body felt weak. He just wanted to lie down and sleep.

Turning around, just as he was about to say goodbye to Fatima, he unexpectedly met her gaze.

Fatima had been looking at him for a long time with a look of admiration in her eyes.

Gu Ji felt a bit uncomfortable being stared at like that and looked left and right.

"What’s the matter? Is there something on me?"

"It’s nothing."

Fatima suddenly brushed her rain-soaked hair tips and turned to leave, "Get some rest early, perhaps the relief work still needs to be handled by our management department."

Gu Ji furrowed his brow, turned around, and went back to the rest tent arranged for him by Anurag. He took out a large can from his backpack, drank two big gulps of water, and then fell onto the bed.

He slept until the afternoon.

Waking up in the evening, Gu Ji first filled his stomach, then joined Fatima to follow Anurag, dealing with the distribution of supplies at the disaster relief center.

This continued for two days.

On the afternoon of the third day, the rain finally stopped.

The disaster victims throughout the relief center were cheering and celebrating, including the ministers of the state government, county heads; everything seemed just like the afternoon four days ago, not knowing the real crisis had just begun.

Just as Anurag breathed a sigh of relief.

Suddenly, two army-green off-road vehicles drove in from a distance. Two soldiers in light-colored camouflage uniforms, holding black-bodied, yellow-handled INSAS automatic rifles, quickly approached.

Seeing the soldiers’ "imposing" appearance, the three of them were a bit taken aback.

The soldiers walked right up, one of them, a big, bearded soldier, glanced at them, confirmed their identities, and then presented a document.

"Excuse me, are you Vidhi Dali, Anurag..."

"Yes, what’s the matter?"

"By order of the superior, the three of you need to come with me, immediately!"

"Minister, this..."

Fatima had never witnessed such a scene. She instinctively looked at Gu Ji and Anurag, seeing their faces were grave, she knew it was no small matter.

Because the soldiers didn’t even give them a chance to prepare, they led the three onto the vehicle. This scene also stupefied the other ministers and county heads. Due to the federal system, these state government high officials rarely had dealings with the central military on a daily basis.

All the way, Gu Ji kept secretly observing the car beside him and the accompanying military vehicle behind.

There was no doubt, these soldiers were carrying real weapons and live ammunition. Besides the Indian-made INSAS automatic rifles, the rear vehicle was also equipped with a PKM general-purpose machine gun.

The military document only stated that they were to be transported to De布鲁格尔 Airport.

Such strict and decisive action suggested a possibility:

Summoned by high authorities!

As for why they were being transported armed, it was likely related to the relations with the state government. After all, Northeast India had never been peaceful, and full armament was to ensure safety.

Soon, the vehicles arrived at De布鲁格尔 Airport.

This was a medium-sized military-civil dual-use airport, with two light green military planes parked on the tarmac. One was an Il-76 heavy transport aircraft, with soldiers and firefighters loading supplies, and the other was a C-295MW medium transport aircraft.

At the boarding ladder stood several familiar faces, namely members of the disaster response expert group from before.

Fatima was gradually coming to realize.

And among these expert members, stood one air force colonel in uniform, and a young, extraordinary Indian man in a black suit, wearing silver-rimmed glasses, looking refined.

Upon meeting, he directly spoke up.

"Thank you for your hard work, I am Krishna, Assistant Secretary from the Cabinet Secretariat. The situation is urgent. Just one hour ago, the naval meteorology center sent the Bengal Bay ocean weather forecast model data to the National Central Meteorological Bureau. Weather experts have analyzed and confirmed that three days ago, Mr. Vidhi’s judgment of the tropical storm formation has a high probability of being correct. The Central Cabinet Secretariat has urgently ordered me to personally escort the three of you to New Delhi!"

Going to New Delhi?!

Anurag and Fatima glanced at each other, then simultaneously shifted their gaze to Gu Ji, their eyes full of astonishment. They didn’t expect that the disaster prediction Gu Ji made that morning in the tent was actually true!

"Come with me, the three of you!"

Without waiting for them to react from their shock, the Assistant Secretary led them onto the transport plane.

Being a military aircraft, the interior cabin environment could be described as "extremely simple," with spacious areas, wall-mounted folding seats in military green on both sides, and five-point seat belts.

Watching the Assistant Secretary take a seat, Anurag also found a seat opposite and sat down.

To be honest, even as a high official of the state government, it was his first time taking a military plane, and the same went for Fatima, who sat next to him in a daze, even forgetting what she wanted to ask.

Only Gu Ji had a slight smile on his face, with an expression of excitement.

Summoned by the Cabinet Secretariat.

Going to New Delhi.

These two points alone represented complete trust from the central government!

This wouldn’t just fulfill the mission objective in the game, but once he had the endorsement of trust from the Central Cabinet, it would make it easier for him to gain priority command rights in the subsequent disasters in West Bengal.

Roar——!

The engine of the transport plane started, and the plane gradually ascended.

The distance from Assam to New Delhi in India was approximately 1,500 kilometers, and at the speed of a medium military transport aircraft, it would take about three hours to land.

This was indeed the case.

At 5 in the evening, the plane landed on time at the New Delhi Air Force Base.

The air force base was different from a military-civil dual-use airport. As soon as he stepped out of the cabin, Gu Ji could hear the roar of aircraft and car engines, and the shouts of soldiers running.

This couldn’t help but remind him of scenes from the World War II checkpoint.

What made them a bit uncomfortable was the weather in New Delhi.

It should be noted that the three of them had been soaked in the north of Assam for a week. Gu Ji had long been accustomed to the overcast sky and pouring rain and water, but New Delhi was completely opposite; the orange-red evening sun slanted in the sky, providing a warm setting, with the air slightly dry.

When Gu Ji and the others just got off the plane, several black luxury Mercedes-Benz cars, which had been waiting for some time, were already parked in front of them.

In terms of national high-end government official cars, the Indian government has always favored the safe and stable German cars, especially the Mercedes series.

Anurag and Fatima sat in the first car, while Gu Ji and the Assistant Secretary sat in the second car. After leaving the air force base, the convoy quickly entered the urban area. As the capital of India, New Delhi’s buildings were noticeably more "luxurious" than those in Dis布尔, but still not as modernized as a city like Mumbai. As the second most populous city in the world, New Delhi’s roads were very crowded, the environment noisy, streets filled with old rickshaws, the buildings also aging, and what was more irritating was that there were car horns everywhere, making you not even realize this was the capital.

Yet, these old colorful buildings and ancient Indian historical architecture fused surprisingly well, Khan Market, the Agrasen Step Well, paired with the office buildings in the city center, creating a contrasting architectural aesthetic.

One hour later.

The convoy passed through the bustling and crowded urban area and suddenly turned onto a broad and bright avenue.

Looking at the huge India Gate resembling an arc de triomphe on the left, Anurag felt his heart leap inexplicably, and the next moment, a magnificent and splendid palace complex appeared around the corner.

The Indian President’s Office!!