Simulation Game: Crisis Management

Chapter 433 - 203: Seeking Rescue

"God! What are they saying!?"

"Mr. Yasen, what should we do now?"

Riddle and Salih couldn’t understand Spanish, and upon seeing countless gun barrels pointed at them, they were so frightened that they immediately raised their hands.

"Don’t be afraid, just raise your hands and you’ll be fine." Gu Ji smiled as he slowly placed his hands on the steering wheel, then shouted loudly in Spanish, "Officers, we are passengers from flight AM649, hijacked by drug traffickers. We barely escaped by stealing their car to seek help. The woman tied up is one of the hijackers, you can verify with your chief!"

"Sir, what he said is true, I have Panama Airlines’ ID hanging on my chest, it proves our identity."

Betty, who knew Spanish, also chimed in to help.

The tall policeman skeptically gestured with his gun, signaling his colleagues to verify.

The guy was straightforward, reaching directly into Betty’s ample bosom, feeling around for a moment, and pulled out a warm, white ID, nodding, "She’s right."

"Everyone off the vehicle now! Move slowly, and keep your hands where I can see them!"

The tall policeman shouted, then let his colleagues watch over while he turned to confirm with the police station chief.

Helpless, they could only obediently get off the car, each faced the police, leaned over their car, raised their hands high for inspection.

While disarmed.

Gu Ji sneaked a glance at the tall policeman, noticing him contacting via police radio, then walking to the police car, using it to shield himself, doing something unknown.

He immediately felt something was off.

Reporting to superiors so secretively.

Could the police also be with the drug traffickers?

This wouldn’t be surprising in Mexico, the more he thought about it, the more a chill ran down Gu Ji’s spine.

He caught sight of the machinegun at 3 o’clock, as well as the policemen at 11 o’clock, 5 o’clock, and behind him.

Gu Ji gulped, eyeing the policemen’s holstered pistol, a Glock 19, the compact version of Glock 17.

The chamber indicator was protruding, meaning there was a round in the chamber.

If it weren’t chambered, it would be slower than a knife.

If he chose to take a hostage now:

Turn around and grab the collar, lock the throat with the right arm, draw the gun with the left hand, point at the neck, the sequence would take at least 0.8 seconds, the officers at 11 and 5 o’clock were already on alert, reacting within 0.3 seconds, immediately raising their guns, taking aim and firing around 0.7 seconds.

Meanwhile, the machine gun on the armed pickup would aim at Betty and the others and fire.

Everyone would die.

In an instant, Gu Ji simulated the tactical action in his mind, realizing taking a policeman hostage was not feasible.

He must wait for a better opportunity!

Moments later, the tall policeman returned, nodded to his colleagues, "The chief confirmed it with headquarters, they did receive a notice, you’re fine for now, someone will come to get you shortly, we’ll take charge of the hijacker for now."

"Thank you, officers! Thank God, that’s great..."

Betty was so emotional upon hearing backup was coming that she covered her mouth and wept, for her, the flight passengers were finally safe.

But Gu Ji glanced at Riddle.

Although this guy was quite timid, he had to admit, he was the smartest among them.

Riddle’s eyelid twitched, a trace of panic flashed in his eyes, clearly understanding his intent, then subtly nudged Salih.

Seeing the tall policeman about to take the sunglasses lady away, Gu Ji casually said:

"Can’t we take her to the station ourselves?"

"Well, though she is a criminal, you are all foreign passengers, without enforcement rights in Mexico, even detaining criminals is illegal, so for safety, leave everything to the professionals."

"I see..."

Gu Ji watched as the tall policeman took the sunglasses woman away.

At this moment, the machine gunner on the armed vehicle relaxed his trigger hand, looked away, the other cops realizing it was a misunderstanding, lowered their guns, continuing vehicle checks.

He squinted.

If these people were with the drug traffickers, they shouldn’t have relaxed vigilance against them so soon. Could it be that only the tall one was an insider?

Gu Ji scanned around.

A Mexican man on a motorcycle with a cigarette in his mouth was watching.

Looking further, a black SUV was slowly approaching, whether he was overly sensitive or somewhere strange was looming everywhere here.

In any case, Mexico was not a place to feel safe.

Especially the territory controlled by drug traffickers.

"Sir, park your vehicle on the side of the road, it’s blocking traffic."

"Alright, Salih, you go!"

Gu Ji called Salih, then gave Riddle a look, signaling him to block the machine gunner’s view.

Riddle, despite being unwilling, faced being killed by drug traffickers if he stayed here.

He had no choice but to pretend to be aimlessly walking, stretching in front of the armed pickup, attracting the gunner’s attention.

Gu Ji’s eyes darted, peripheral vision constantly monitoring the two officers.

And just as the officer beside him turned away, Gu Ji’s muscles tensed, shoulders lifting, left hand moved like the wind locking the officer’s throat, strangling hard, while his right hand swiftly drew the pistol from the waist holster, aiming at the officer’s chin, "Get in the car!!"

A loud shout.

Startled everyone.

Even Riddle and Salih, despite being mentally prepared, couldn’t help but shiver nervously, they didn’t expect him to take a Mexican cop hostage so quickly.

"Drop the gun!!"

"What are you doing!? Drop the gun immediately! Taking a cop hostage in Mexico is a serious crime!"

In an instant, three cops and the machine guns on the armed vehicle aimed at Gu Ji.

But he wasn’t afraid, his eyes grew fiercer, strangling the officer’s throat tightly, finger pressing the trigger, "Drop your guns if you don’t want him dead!! Salih, the car! Bring the car here! Now!"

"Boom!" Salih immediately started the engine, reversing.

"Get in the car! Get in the car!" Gu Ji shouted desperately, stepping back to avoid exposing his back, while a bewildered Betty was pulled into the car by Riddle.

"Cough, cough, why..." the cop behind him coughed difficultly.

"Why? That tall officer reported behind the car stealthily, is this how Mexican cops operate? Seeking leadership’s instruction secretly? If I didn’t act, would I survive till backup comes?"

Gu Ji dragged him to the car, Riddle quickly yanked the door open from inside.

Just about to take the officer into the back seat.

The next moment.

A white pickup truck suddenly turned from the street behind the checkpoint, a black gun barrel protruded from the passenger window, rattling!

Bullets clattered against the Pajero SUV’s hood, the windshield shattering instantly.

"Get down! Go, go!!"

Gu Ji pulled the cop into the car swiftly, too hurried to close the door, Salih hit the gas, crashing through the checkpoint.

"Enemy attack!!"

"Quick! Quick!"

The sudden crossfire grabbed the police’s attention, making the gunner swiftly turn and fire, a dense fire line sweeping through.

But barely two seconds passed.

Another black SUV appeared, all four windows sunk simultaneously, barrels extended, rattling...

Pfft! The gunner instantly got cross-fired into oblivion!

The hostage officer’s eyes nearly popped witnessing this.

As clashes erupted.

Gu Ji immediately fired back with his pistol, meanwhile kicking Salih’s seat hard, "Quick! Get moving!!"