Simulation Game: Crisis Management

Chapter 719: Chapter 322: The True Objective

"Riot squad! Form a wedge formation, advance!!"

"Yes!!"

Following the final order from the middle-aged Brazilian officer.

The next second, rows of police officers holding riot shields donned gas masks, quickly forming a triangular wedge like an arrow, piercing towards the protesting crowd ravaged by tear gas.

"Don’t run! Let’s fight them!"

"All together now!"

Amid the chaos, those few "leaders" associated with the PM Mercenaries continued inciting the crowd.

But surprisingly, some hot-headed youths indeed chose to turn back.

They charged at the approaching riot police, covering their noses and mouths with their left hands, squinting, attempting to punch, while cursing vile words.

But such "damage" couldn’t even break the defenses of the fully armed military police.

Most attacks were blocked by the front row’s riot shields, while a few landed on the officers’ helmets and engineering plastic shoulder guards.

Almost in an instant.

These attackers were squeezed and locked by several surrounding riot officers’ shields, while the military police behind showed no mercy, swinging batons down from the gaps, subduing them all on the spot.

Meanwhile, Baron, watching from the sidelines, had already been recording everything secretly with his phone.

Especially capturing the sneaky interactions between the PM Mercenaries and the protest instigators.

It wasn’t that he wanted to go viral by uploading the video online, but rather to gather more evidence for the intelligence agency of Unit 7472 to assess.

Despite the protest crowd numbering in the thousands.

They couldn’t compete against the significantly better quality and equipment of the riot forces.

The respiratory and eye irritation caused by tear gas, combined with the tactical assaults of the military police, quickly led to the capture of those attackers and resisters one by one.

Just when Baron thought this farce was about to end.

Blurred figures emerged through the gas smoke.

He noticed two PM Mercenaries quickly approaching a young local Brazilian man.

Amid the confusion of the crowd, one bearded mercenary swiftly locked the target, rendering him motionless with a chokehold.

"What are they doing now?"

Baron’s eyelids twitched, unable to believe the mercenaries dared to murder amidst the chaos; were they trying to frame the riot police?

Before he could understand their motives.

The other long-haired mercenary suddenly put a hand to his left ear, as if saying something, and in an instant, both mercenaries turned, locking onto Baron’s position.

"Damn! It seems I’ve been discovered!"

Baron’s pupils contracted, his body slightly leaning back, instinctively wanting to flee.

The next second, the two PM Mercenaries chased after him.

He cursed "Fuck" and, unable to stop the recording, hurriedly shoved the phone into his pants pocket and took off running.

In the chaotic crowd, Baron, like an agile cheetah racing across the savannah, moved swiftly and deftly.

His eyes nervously scanned the surroundings, constantly observing every intersection and gap among the people, his heartbeat echoing like drumbeats in his ears, yet his mind remained highly composed, like a precision machine operating efficiently.

Judging by the long-haired mercenary’s actions earlier, they likely had internal communication radios, indicating a group responsible for reconnaissance and command.

At this moment, a glint atop a building’s rooftop on the right side of the street caught Baru’s attention.

It is indeed you!

Without a second thought, Baron dashed towards a shopping mall on the left, yanking open a side door.

"Creak."

Gu Ji pushed open the bathroom door of the training base.

With a wet towel draped over his face, his bare upper body revealed several shallow scars, mostly from recent major case arrests.

"Gu Ji, how long do you think Mr. Lei and Zhang Zhong want to test us? Why aren’t they assigning us tasks?"

"Maybe we’re just overthinking it?"

Removing the towel, Gu Ji leaned back against Gao Bo, slumping onto the changing room’s bench.

Gao Bo quickly turned, grabbing him by the shoulder, "Don’t scare me; we’re the only ones without tasks now. I heard Mr. Li has been going to the provincial office continuously; do you think..."

"Hard to say, I overheard Team One chatting yesterday, saying Mr. Li might be transferred to the provincial SWAT team."

While Gu Ji chatted with Gao Bo.

Suddenly, a message notification popped up in his upper right corner, from the Ghost Server.

Opening it, it was a message from Baron.

This time, alongside text, it even included a video file.

Feigning focus, Gu Ji wiped his wet hair while watching the video.

From the Brazilian military riot police intercepting the protest crowd to the PM Mercenaries murdering amidst chaos.

Every move was captured in detail.

The bearded mercenary grabbed the young man’s right arm, rotated backward to lock while pulling fiercely, tearing ligaments, then swiftly kicked the back of the opponent’s knee, causing him to fall instantly.

Then his left hand looped around the young man’s neck from the front.

Using a chokehold technique similar to Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, compressing the opponent’s trachea and pinching the two carotid arteries.

The neck vessels compressed, causing blood flow to the brain to slow.