Simulation Game: Crisis Management

Chapter 722: Chapter 323: Golden Shield Operation

Gu Ji pursed his lips and looked at his good brother Gao Bo, "I’ve told you so much because I want you to know that this mission is no less difficult than Operation 324, and it might even be more perilous. You must be careful!"

"You’re making my spine tingle!"

Gao Bo grinned, originally wanting to crack a joke to lighten the mood.

But seeing the extremely serious and earnest look in Gu Ji’s eyes, his smile froze, and he earnestly replied, "Don’t worry, we’ve partnered so many times, have you ever seen me mess up?"

Seeing Gao Bo taking this seriously, Gu Ji breathed a half sigh of relief in his heart.

But he still felt a bit uneasy.

Honestly, he had long known he would definitely face PM Company head-on, but he never thought the day would come so soon.

The key point is, this time not only did he bring his good brother Gao Bo into this;

He also encountered a formidable enemy: Cohen!

In the center of Brasilia City, wearing a brown-green tactical vest, outdoor pants, and a black hood, Cohen was leaning against a black assault vehicle, eyes closed, seemingly listening to the chaos and sirens in the surrounding streets.

"Report! Cohen, we’ve searched everywhere, but still haven’t found that guy’s trace!"

Hearing the sounds coming through the earpiece, Cohen slowly opened his eyes, revealing those brown-red pupils, making it impossible to discern what was on his mind, "Come back for now."

Moments later, countless PM Mercenaries ran in from all directions.

One of the mercenaries with long hair covering his shoulders panted heavily, "This kid is really strange. We had already trapped him in the fire escape, but unexpectedly, this guy suddenly disappeared, even the cell phone signal tracking was lost!"

"Could it be some technical issue on our side?"

"It shouldn’t be, Gurian’s skills are the best in our circle..."

The group of mercenaries kept discussing this, the only one who didn’t speak was.

Only Cohen, with a beard and black hood, remained silent.

Sensing the bearded man’s constant scrutiny, Cohen turned his head and casually asked, "Shadik, what do you think?"

"This person’s counter-detection ability is very strong, and he’s very skilled at evading and countering tracking. I believe this is definitely not a normal civilian, but a spy or intelligence officer from some country."

The bearded man was slightly overweight, with black curly facial hair covering his face, his eyes seemingly half-awake, but his pupils occasionally showed a menacing glint.

He was the mercenary commander who just participated in the Northern Myanmar support operation for the Bai Family, Shadik.

Because of the failure of the last mission, this Brazil operation counted as his "redeeming service through merits."

However, he hadn’t been "the boss" for long when headquarters parachuted Cohen in.

Although he knew Cohen was considered a legendary figure in the mercenary circle, didn’t he fail the Laird Airport operation and flee in disgrace!

He truly couldn’t understand what headquarters was thinking!

"So..."

"Crash!"

Just as Cohen opened his mouth, the rear door of the assault vehicle was suddenly pulled open, revealing countless computer screens and surveillance footage packed inside, with rows of colorful buttons below, dazzling the eyes, just like an intelligence spy’s command vehicle.

A young man with an explosive hairstyle, wearing something like cycling goggles, hurriedly handed over a tablet:

"Cohen, we’ve found information on this guy, through a facial comparison. It’s the same target you were pursuing in New York: Saflo Baron!"

"Baron, isn’t that..."

"Shh!"

Hearing this name, the mercenaries remembered that Cohen had also lost track of a target listed on the company’s death list in New York, who was said to be just an eighteen-year-old kid.

This matter became quite the topic of conversation within the mercenary circles, a joke among many.

"So it’s my old friend, hehe..."

Although Cohen’s words seemed casual, anyone could hear the murderous intent he’d long held, "Listen up, everyone, I don’t care what methods you use, find that kid for me within two days!"

"Cohen, don’t forget our purpose for coming to Brazil. We can’t revolve around a kid..."

Upon hearing his command, Shadik immediately wanted to refute.

But in the next second, Cohen suddenly pounced forward like lightning, grabbing his collar, gritting his teeth, and spoke word by word, "A kid? Oh, Shadik, are you senile, forgetting the things you just said, or do I need to remind you?"

Originally, Shadik was somewhat annoyed by Cohen’s direct action.

But recalling what he had just said, his eyes widened in realization.

"You bunch of idiots have been watched this long without realizing it. If the mission fails, you will be held primarily responsible, Shadik!"

"We will, we’ll find him!"

Thinking of the company’s disciplinary measures, Shadik was suddenly chilled to the bone, hastily finding an excuse to slip away.

Watching his subordinate’s departing figure, Cohen leaned back against the assault vehicle, closed his eyes, and listened to the surrounding chaos, seemingly more relaxed in the more chaotic scenarios.

"Jiang Songyuan, Jian Na, one fighting terrorism in Ethiopia, another stopping a bioweapon attack on a cruise, and this Baron disarming a bomb in New York, now wandering in Brazil. These people are really interesting..."

...

Throughout the afternoon, Gu Ji was busy checking the news from Brazil.

Especially information about the Xia Kingdom electronics, heavy industry, Puli Group, and other military company delegations. What was certain was that since Brazil showed interest in opening foreign investment for arms trade, not only did PM Company want in, Xia Kingdom weapons, known for being "affordable and good quality," were also listed by the Brazilian Government for negotiations.

But the military budget is only so much.

If they buy from you, others’ orders will have to be reduced.

So naturally, the Xia Kingdom delegation became a thorn in PM Company’s side.

Currently, PM Company doesn’t dare to make any big moves but secretly often sends gang goons to cause destruction, intimidate threats, and disrupt negotiation meetings.

But Gu Ji believed that if these enterprise delegations continued to persist,

given PM Company’s gang of lunatics, they would certainly resort to extreme brutal tactics!

"Gu Ji, do you want to grab something to eat tonight, and we can talk about the Golden Shield Operation while we’re at it?" Seeing it was almost time to clock out, Gao Bo wanted to invite Gu Ji for a hotpot.

"No, Chen Zhiyu asked for me, let’s talk tomorrow."

Gu Ji tidied up their belongings, changed into casual clothes, and headed to the designated location by taxi.

The two arranged to meet at a barbecue restaurant.

As he pushed the door open, she was already sitting there, having ordered quite a few dishes.

Today, she was wearing a simple, well-fitting professional outfit, her shiny black hair tied into a ponytail, making her appear efficient and capable, with eyes bright as stars, and her curved eyebrows adding a touch of gentle charm.

In contrast, Gu Ji was in a black hoodie, a grey baseball cap, appearing more laidback, not at all like someone who had just gotten off work.

Seeing Gu Ji, Chen Zhiyu immediately waved, "Gu Ji, over here!"

"You guys get off work so early today!" Gu Ji plopped down across from her, knowing that after the Bai Maoliang case was finished, their National Security Bureau could finally relax a bit, but still had to ask politely.

"We’re not busy lately."

Regarding work, Chen Zhiyu didn’t say much but handed over the menu for Gu Ji to order more.

"By the way, what was it you wanted to talk about today, wouldn’t say in WeChat, all mysterious and secretive."

Gu Ji inquired casually while ordering barbecue.

But Chen Zhiyu’s next words made him freeze all over.

"That Li Huiran, definitely has problems."