As soon as the conclusion was reached,
Gu Ji could no longer suppress the anger in his heart. His blood seemed to boil and burn. As a special police officer, from the first day of school, he knew his future responsibilities: counter-terrorism and crisis management!
Just like cats and mice, eagles and snakes.
Special police and terrorists are natural enemies.
Putting aside the bizarre aspects brought by the game itself, just this theme alone:
"Hits the spot!"
Gu Ji's face was cold, with a sardonic smile, and his heart was racing. He treated this game as a devilish trial before becoming a special police officer.
"Found it!"
Soon, two black young men "again" fished out the Leica Q2 camera from his backpack, shouted, and handed it to the female supervisor.
She toyed with it for a few seconds, a sly look flashing in her eyes, "Sir, in Ethiopia, bringing in a professional camera requires prior registration..."
"I know."
Familiar lines that Gu Ji had grown tired of hearing, so he cut to the chase, "I need to see the airport duty manager, as soon as possible. I received accurate information that a serious terrorist attack will happen here soon. The other party has at least more than 5 people, all armed with military-standard weapons, trained in CQB..."
As he spoke, he deliberately glanced at his watch.
It displayed: May 26th, two-seventeen in the afternoon.
Estimating there are two or three minutes until the attack happens!
Upon hearing the words "terrorist attack," the faces of the female supervisor and others flashed with deep fear because just last week, a severe massacre occurred in the Amu Tribe area where over 200 villagers were killed like it was nothing.
The bald policeman playing with his phone couldn't sit still either. He squinted his eyes, looked Gu Ji up and down, and his right hand seemed to edge towards the PM gun in his holster, "Hey! Stop, stop, stop, unbelievable, who did you hear this from? Do you know the consequences of spreading terror rumors in Ethiopia? If you're trying to evade taxes and deliberately..."
Talking past each other.
Listening to the threatening nonsense from the other side, Gu Ji knew this policeman was impossible to communicate with. If he kept talking, he might even be detained as a lunatic.
Instead of wasting time here, it would be better to make more preparations before the attack!
Having made up his mind, he immediately turned and ran.
"So, please stop your foolish behavior, or it will be very un... Hey? I haven't finished, hey! Halt!"
The bald policeman shouted at the top of his lungs.
And several security personnel didn't expect this tourist to suddenly take off, so they weren't prepared to stop him. The key thing is... did he just abandon his thirty-thousand-plus-Bill camera and backpack to evade taxes?
At the same time.
On the first floor of the airport lobby.
A light yellow figure darted swiftly through the crowd towards the escalator leading to the second floor. It was Gu Ji, who had just run out of the security office.
"Watch out! Make way!"
Facing the bustling crowd, he shouted a few warnings in advance.
But with the noisy airport personnel, many didn't notice, and a tall black man was walking diagonally towards him, blocking Gu Ji's way. Just as they were about to collide, he swiftly dodged, tapping the man's shoulder and slipping past like an eel.
My reactions have indeed become much quicker than during school training!
"Oh! Damn it! Slow down!"
The tall black man spread his hands, reluctantly scolding.
"Damn it! Are you in a hurry to go to hell?"
"Hey! That's rude!"
"Oh no! Watch out!"
…
On the escalator, Gu Ji rushed with thunderous speed, angering quite a few passersby,
Compared to the new airport in Ethiopia from 2003, the old Delai International Airport terminal isn't large, and its facilities are relatively outdated, mainly serving small and medium-sized aircraft.
On the second floor, the white-style lobby at the international entrance, check-in area, security area, and various shops could be seen at a glance, behind the security area is the passage to the boarding gate area.
He came here for three reasons.
One: Jillian Foster, the target of the failed mission in the previous round, died at a boarding gate on the second floor;
Two: The assault began on the first floor, the second floor offers more preparation time, and being the international entrance, theoretically, it should have tighter security;
Three: For some unknown reason, the assailants did not massacre all the passengers on the second floor, leaving some alive.
The latter reasons were to increase survival chances, the primary one being his intention to find Jillian in advance.
Exactly.
Regardless of avoiding punishment or clearing the game, Gu Ji could not get around this person, so he decided to find Jillian before the assault occurred, significantly reducing the risk of the target dying and the mission failing.
The time for the assailants' attack was very near.
Gu Ji didn't have time to seek airport broadcasts to help find someone. Taking a deep breath, he simply shouted loudly in English within the hall, "Who is Jillian Foster—?"
This shout made almost all the international travelers near the second-floor hall pause, glancing at him, curious about his sudden outburst.
If this were the real world, being stared at by so many people at once, Gu Ji would have felt a bit embarrassed, but in the game, it didn't matter.
He showed no fear of embarrassment, even increasing his volume to shout again.
Unfortunately, there was still no response from the crowd.
However, two black security personnel in white uniforms approached him quickly, "Sir, may we assist you with anything?"
"Jillian Foster, I found your passport, please come over to claim it right away."
For the last attempt, Gu Ji casually provided a reason. If no one responded, the target had likely already passed security and was waiting at the boarding gate.
Many onlooking passengers lost interest once it was about finding an owner, turning away to continue their own business.
Seizing the opportunity, he scanned around quickly, eyes flashing over the remaining "gazers."
Thanks to improved sensory organ information reception, Gu Ji's observation skills increased slightly. Since the name "Jillian" skewed feminine, he focused on observing women.
It paid off; he spotted a blonde woman sitting on a lounge chair, looking around thirty-something, with typical blonde hair and blue eyes, well-defined features, fair skin with a rosy tint, wearing a blue shirt and form-fitting jeans highlighting her figure.
While shouting her name earlier, Gu Ji noticed she had been sneakily watching him, and when the word "passport" was mentioned, she instinctively reached for her pocket, found nothing missing, and quickly withdrew her hand.
Beside the blonde woman sat someone of similar age, with brown short hair, a "W" mustache, a square face, dressed in a dark gray casual outfit, solidly built, with an intense gaze.
"Interesting."
After observing for a few seconds, Gu Ji's lips curled into a curious smile.
Because these two.
Were police!