Simulation Game: Crisis Management-Chapter 240 - 129: Heading to Manhattan_2
"Everyone stay where you are! Hands on your head!"
"Hurry! Someone get over here!"
York heard the gunshots and thought they were coming from a clash between the suspect and security. Driven by his eagerness to capture the criminal, he immediately led the Counter-Terrorism Bureau SWAT team toward the scene.
However, the HRT Captain didn't follow along. Instead, he glanced at the IP location provided by the tech specialists.
"The location's wrong, the gunshots and the target's position aren't in the same place."
"That's a 'smoke screen'; the suspect is somewhere in this hall area. Get the control room to turn off the alarm immediately..."
Jillian turned up her phone's volume to the maximum, listening intently to the background noise coming from the live stream while scanning the chaotic crowd in the lobby.
Unfortunately, she couldn't possibly spot Gu Ji among these people.
Because he wasn't even 'on the ground'. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢
That's right.
Gu Ji was repeating his old trick, currently crawling through the ventilation ducts above the lobby ceiling. This time, he was using the same old method from the last shopping mall incident, but had replaced the camera battery with bullets. After heating, the bullet casing would expand and contract or reach its ignition point, inevitably igniting the propellant and causing a loud explosion, much louder than a battery.
His goal was to distract the police from his true location.
The horizontal error for mobile pinpointing is approximately 5 meters, while the vertical error can reach up to 10 meters. Not to mention interference from building coverage and fire alarms; even if they dug up the floor, they wouldn't be able to accurately lock onto him.
[I think I heard gunshots!]
[Did the streamer get into it with the police?]
[Probably not. The sound seems far away. I wonder where the streamer is hiding now?]
[No matter where he hides, he can't get out. The building is completely sealed by the police, with helicopters and drones outside. Checking IDs will definitely expose him!]
...
Sure enough.
As time ticked by, Jillian and others searched up and down the first six floors of the building without any success, each of them watching in frustration.
Seeing that the exposure of the IP location was about to end, they didn't want to miss this opportunity.
Jillian hurriedly called the technical SWAT officer, "The suspect is in this vicinity. Jam the surrounding cell signals immediately!"
The tech SWAT officer activated the military-grade jamming device as instructed.
The next second, mobile signals within a fifty-meter radius of the lobby vanished completely. Gu Ji, hiding in the ventilation ducts, experienced the same blackout, his phone suddenly halting the live stream.
Jillian took up a loudspeaker and shouted in the lobby:
"I'm Jillian, a senior agent with the FBI. We've now jammed all communication signals within 50 meters of the building. The terrorist can no longer remotely detonate any bombs. You can safely communicate with us..."
Gu Ji listened to her proclamation through the ceiling.
It was almost identical to the standoff at City Point last time. Honestly, if he hadn't experienced a death and reload before, he might have considered cooperating with the police. At least he could use an HRT bomb disposal expert to remove the neck explosive and eliminate the threat of death.
But now he knew the terrorists had the means to break through the jamming, so he dared not casually break the rules again.
The game had not yet indicated that the objective was complete,
which meant he hadn't truly escaped the terrorists' remote control!
Gu Ji intended to leave the ventilation ducts while the signal was jammed and the stream interrupted. He hadn't expected that as soon as he got up, his phone screen would light up, and the interrupted live stream would reconnect automatically.
[What's going on? Why did the live stream suddenly cut out?]
[Is it because of a poor signal?]
[Streamer, are you okay?]
[Oh no, oh no, the terrorist said before that cutting the stream would trigger the bomb. Did the streamer already die?]
[Say something, streamer!]
[It's over; the streamer must have bitten the dust!]
...
Seeing the rapidly refreshing comments and the fluctuating viewer count, Gu Ji paused for a moment, letting out a short, spasmodic breath.
The bomber really did have a way to crack the military jamming device!
Fortunately, he hadn't said anything reckless.
Otherwise, this round would have been for nothing, because the "Crisis Management Game" doesn't offer save points. A death failure means starting over, wasting time and potentially impacting his mindset.
It's like an author painstakingly updating their work, only to have their computer crash and lose their draft halfway through. Even if they start again, it's difficult to recover that original feeling.
[Art demands cruelty: I'm surprised. Given such a good opportunity, you didn't even seek help from the police. Turns out you're someone who strictly abides by the rules!]
[The streamer isn't dead?]
[Thank God! I said the streamer is so skilled; it won't be that easy to die!]
[How would the terrorists know the streamer followed the rules? Didn't the stream just cut out? I refreshed several times and couldn't hear anything!]
...
Gu Ji's thoughts at that moment mirrored the last comment.
If the bomber could say that, it meant they had been monitoring his every move, even during those few seconds of lost signal.
"Could it be the bomber secretly modified his phone?"
He carefully inspected the two phones from Passion Fruit and Baron, unable to spot any traces of tampering for the moment.
But Gu Ji was sure of one thing.
Apart from the two devices he held, all the police phones were still under the jamming effect, as the jamming device hadn't been turned off yet.
Gu Ji discarded the Glock, the bullets, and all other unnecessary items, took off the lab coat in the duct, turned around, and crawled back to the fifth-floor restroom quickly.
After confirming through the vent that no one was around, he gently climbed down, restored everything to its original state, and carefully peeked out of the restroom to check the situation outside.
By this time, the police had already sealed off the entire building and were notifying all staff and visitors to go to the first floor for screening.
