Simulation Game: Crisis Management

Chapter 718: Chapter 321: Unrest

Intending to force the police to reveal the truth.

After finishing his drink, just as Baron was about to open the car window to throw out the trash, he suddenly noticed a faint rumbling sound coming from the ground, as if an earthquake was about to happen.

Looking through the rearview mirror, he couldn’t help but shiver violently.

His eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

A heavy armored vehicle painted in camouflage, carrying a machine gun and several policemen dressed in green and white camouflage combat uniforms, wearing black helmets and gas masks, and holding LAR rifles, was slowly approaching.

Behind it were several troop transport vehicles, packed with similarly dressed policemen in green and white camouflage.

Some were holding batons and riot shields, others grenade launchers, and some even submachine guns.

Baron immediately turned around, eyes wide open, and saw the letters "BRECM" painted on the side of the vehicle.

But to be honest, he had been in Brazil for quite some time and had never seen such a police force. If it were riot police, the markings on their vehicles should have been "COE," and the scale and equipment of this force seemed a bit too exaggerated, resembling a military army.

"What on earth is happening, and why are so many troops assembled?"

"I heard that a group of thousands is gathering in the suburbs of Parona, marching towards Three Powers Square, and the patrol police can’t block them!"

"Sir, do you know what this force is meant for?"

Baron overheard two people conversing in English by the roadside.

One curly-haired, brown-haired man seemed knowledgeable, so he approached and asked out of curiosity.

Unexpectedly, the man knew quite a lot: "Public safety in Brazil is managed by the Federal Police, Civil Police, Military Police, and City Guard. This is the Tactical and Crowd Control Unit of the Military Police, part of the riot control force, specializing in suppressing riots and resistance!"

"Thank you, sir. May God bless you every day!"

As they spoke, Baron suddenly saw the group of mercenaries he was tracking driving out in a black SUV.

So he quickly bid farewell and rushed back to his car to follow them.

He positioned himself to the right of the Riot Control Unit, while the PM Mercenaries were on the left.

The three parties moved along the main road towards the center of Brasilia.

As they progressed, vehicles and pedestrians on the streets stopped to watch, with most people taking out their phones to record.

After all, such a large-scale military police operation was rare in Brazilian history.

As he gradually neared the city center.

Baron vaguely heard sounds of unrest, and turning to look, saw a large group of people streaming from a turning intersection, pushed forward by traffic, towards Three Powers Square.

The leading group had slogans tied to their foreheads and carried white banners painted with conspicuous red slogans: "PM Get Out of Brazil", "We Want the Truth", "Vindication for Kerby", etc.

Many passionate young people wielded clubs, and some even held up lighters.

A clear stance of "acting up if there’s any disagreement!"

Three Powers Square is the power center of Brazil.

Around the square, the National Assembly Hall, Supreme Court, and President’s Office, political buildings, are densely located.

No wonder the government deployed the military police.

If these people indeed stormed the Congress building, the country would be in total chaos!

As the marching group approached, the traffic at the intersection came to a complete halt.

Seeing the mercenaries get out of their vehicle, Baron parked his car to the side, grabbed a gray baseball cap, put it on, lowered the brim, and followed them.

At that moment, a middle-aged Brazilian police officer emerged from the leading armored vehicle, holding a megaphone, shouting at the marching crowd at the intersection:

"Listen up, everyone! Your actions are seriously obstructing public safety and traffic, you must disperse immediately! Disperse immediately! Do not advance any further! Otherwise, we will take enforcement actions! I repeat, your..."

"Get lost! Damn lapdogs!"

"Don’t be afraid, everyone. If we stand together, they can’t do anything to us!"

"Yes! Let’s all march forward, we won’t stop until we reach the Congress gates!"

"God will never forgive you slaves who bow before money!"

...

Despite repeated warnings from the middle-aged Brazilian police officer, the protesting crowd wouldn’t listen at all. Especially with the instigation from their leaders, their emotions became even more furious.

With the situation spiraling out of control.

The middle-aged officer could only order the force for enforced blockage.

In an instant, all the riot police on the troop carriers jumped out of the vehicles. Under the command of their platoon leader, they quickly assembled at the intersection. Those holding transparent riot shields stood at the front in three rows, completely blocking the 250-meter road leading to Three Powers Square.

Baron initially thought the situation would reach a stalemate here until the government intervened to mediate.

But unexpectedly, the PM Mercenaries he was tailing quietly blended into the protest crowd, with one bearded member carrying a black backpack.

As they neared a middle-aged man with glasses holding a banner,

the two exchanged glances and engaged in some covert actions in the shadow of the crowd.

The same was true for several others nearby.

Baron scratched his head, feeling as if his CPU was about to overheat.

Because he realized that everyone contacted by the PM Mercenaries was, without exception, among those previously inciting the protest crowd!

Could it be that...

At this point, the distance between both sides was getting shorter.

As they found themselves less than 50 meters from those holding the riot shields, the protest suddenly halted, and the spectacled man who had been collaborating with the PM Mercenaries stepped forward, holding a brick, and charged directly at the riot police.

"Stop! What are you holding in your hand? Stop immediately! Otherwise, I’ll order to open fire!"

"Stop immediately!!"

As the man reached halfway, he suddenly threw the brick, hitting the riot police’s shield.

But the police holding rifles behind ultimately didn’t dare to fire.

Considering the tense and serious situation, any mishap could lead to disaster!

With the spectacled man’s lead, the other "insiders" who had received items from the PM Mercenaries also began to throw the objects they had prepared in advance, including stones, clothes, fruits, and even dog feces.

"What on earth is PM Company trying to do? The more they provoke both sides, the less favorable it is for the proposal to build the plant to pass!"

Just as Baron was bewildered,

suddenly, amidst the chaos, a black package was thrown out, landing right below the riot police’s shield.

One of the policemen held the shield above his head, attempting to squat down to check the package.

But the moment he unzipped it, his face suddenly changed dramatically:

"Run! It’s a bomb!!"

"Boom——!"

A loud bang, like thunder, the black package exploded.

Immediately afterward, a strong explosion shockwave ripped through the air, expanding outward at an alarming speed, creating a violent gust of wind that blew all the riot shield-wielding police away. Countless shields and batons flew into the air, scattering like dumplings, and landed all over the place.

Even Baron, who was standing more than ten meters away watching, felt a strong gust coming at him.

The protesters in the crowd were even more bewildered.

As civilians, they had never witnessed such a scene. When the explosion sounded, many collapsed on the ground, and some timid ones even wet their pants!

"There’s an explosive! Everyone, fall back! Maintain a safe distance! Gas squad, use forceful measures to disperse!!"

"Yes!"

Fortunately, the bomb wasn’t very powerful, and the middle-aged officer quickly reorganized the team and gave orders.

In an instant, the unaffected shield-bearing police immediately surrounded from the two sides, providing mutual cover to pull back the injured, while in the center, a squad with grenade launcher-like weapons swiftly emerged, lining up horizontally and aiming at the protest crowd.

"Three, two..."

"Wh-what are they going to do?"

"They’re going to open fire and kill! Everyone run!!"

"One! Fire!!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang..."

The next second, everyone pulled the trigger simultaneously, and several black objects shot from the fist-sized barrels, falling in the middle of the protest crowd.

The already frightened crowd began to flee desperately.

Accompanied by a "hiss hiss hiss" sound, countless black objects started spraying gray gas frantically outward, and those who inhaled the smoke immediately had tears and snot flowing, clutching their chests and coughing violently.

It’s tear gas guns!