Simulation Game: Crisis Management

Chapter 437 - 205: Fully Armed (Part 2)

"Yes!"

After his subordinate left, he looked at the four of them, "The Ministry of Defense’s Secretariat has just reached an agreement with the Public Security Department to dispatch us as the advance team to rescue the crew and passengers of the ill-fated AM649 flight. In two hours, the United States and Mexico’s joint operations force will arrive at the scene to join us. Does anyone know the specifics about the hijackers and drug traffickers?"

"Thank God! Great!"

"Wait! Betty, what are you talking about? Why did the police suddenly leave?"

Riddle and Salih couldn’t understand what they were saying. They could only judge by expressions and atmosphere. Seeing Gu Ji say something that displeased these federal police, who then left in large numbers, naturally made them worried to death.

Gu Ji ignored him and instead took out a phone belonging to a middle-aged lady with sunglasses from his pocket, showing the home screen.

"A drug dealer named Sara has already been shot dead by me. The other one is her, the blond in the photo is her son, who serves as an interpreter in front of the drug leader. The leader’s appearance is characterized by gray curls, a full beard, about 1.75 meters tall, and a very stout build."

"Gray curls, full beard... sounds a lot like the Sinaloa Group’s number four: Bim Alemán, who happens to be in charge of Durango State."

Miliburn whispered a few words, and immediately had an impression in his mind.

His eyes lowered, he glanced with shining eyes at Gu Ji, and the specks of blood on him, "Sounds like you have good skills and you’re particularly knowledgeable about the Sinaloa Group."

"Antonie Yassen, I used to be a paratrooper in Brazil. As for this information, some I found on the hijacker, and some from him. Riddle is an investigative journalist and once saw the drug lord from a distance."

Gu Ji lied without blinking.

Anyway, Riddle couldn’t understand Spanish, and even if he could, he wouldn’t dare to retort, after all, the kid’s identity was already questionable, and he had dirt on him.

"Indeed, Vene Milburn, former Marine Corps reconnaissance soldier, now commander of the Torreon National Guard combat team."

Upon hearing that Gu Ji was a soldier, Milburn’s attitude instantly changed, and he even extended his hand proactively, "Since you can protect yourself and understand the situation, please assist us on site."

"Of course, no problem."

Gu Ji was worried about finding a reason to follow, but didn’t expect the opportunity to come to him, "However, I want to bring him along; Riddle holds many secrets of the Sinaloa Group."

Riddle, still waiting for an explanation, was suddenly grabbed, looking bewildered.

This guy has too many secrets.

The captain and his relationship, the cause of death, third-party forces, the mysterious computer source of the illegal arms dealer Kilika, and so on...

So in any case, Gu Ji couldn’t let him leave.

Betty, as the chief flight attendant, was also unwilling to abandon the flight passengers, and requested to follow the police contingent as well.

Finally, there was Salih. He originally didn’t want to provoke drug traffickers anymore, but at the thought of that tall black police officer, fearing he might be shot in the back if left behind, he reluctantly chose to join.

And so.

The four followed Milburn onto the armed pickup truck. For safety reasons, Milburn gave each of them a tactical ballistic vest and helmet, as well as a translucent single-ear tactical headset, but didn’t provide weapons.

Before departure, Gu Ji reminded him to have the federal police find the middle-aged lady with sunglasses as soon as possible.

After all, having another drug dealer as a "hostage" meant having another bargaining chip in negotiations.

Milburn said easily over the radio headset: "Rest assured, Torreon is not that big, all city exit checkpoints are closed, they can’t escape! Let’s go!"

At the command, the convoy engines roared in unison.

Compared to federal police, the National Guard is, after all, a semi-military unit, with directly elevated equipment. The entire combat group consists of seven vehicles, totaling 35 personnel, including six armed pick-ups equipped with Israeli Negev light machine guns. Milburn, at the front, rides in an up-armored Humvee M1152, paired with a U.S. M249 SAW.

As for individual equipment, not only was the protective gear more comprehensive, but they also carried G36 assault rifles fully equipped with foregrips, collimator or telescopic optical sights, and muzzle brakes.

Gu Ji also caught sight of a sniper carrying a Barrett M107A1 large-caliber anti-material rifle, and a fire support unit using Mexican-developed FX-05 rifles with grenade launchers attached.

Honestly, aside from the previous capture of Sun Hengfei and Zhao Wenwu, this was his first time seeing a police unit carrying such heavy weaponry for an internal operation.

But then again.

What kind of gear do drug traffickers have?

Automatic weapons, grenades, RPG rockets, heavy machine guns, add some home-made armored cars, just short of tanks and artillery.

If they didn’t bring some "big guns," even the surface mightn’t get scratched!

Leaving the police headquarters, due to the federal police’s lockdown operation for drug traffickers, few vehicles were in the streets, and they quickly passed through the checkpoint into the wild.

Along the way, Gu Ji observed the satellite map on his phone while helping Milburn with directions.

As soon as the convoy entered Durango State, the mission progress bar at the bottom left of his vision suddenly jumped twice.

[Current civilian casualties on the flight: 4/20]

Suddenly two people died?

No need to guess, it must’ve been the drug traffickers!

He hurriedly pressed the radio button.

"Captain Milburn, please speed up, the drug traffickers should have discovered the flight passengers by now!"

"Okay, don’t worry."

"Mr. Yassen, the drug traffickers didn’t get any information from us, they shouldn’t have discovered the passengers so quickly, should they?"

Sitting in the back, Betty bit her lip and asked worriedly.

Gu Ji couldn’t directly say he found out through a game mission, "The car we took to Torreon was the drug traffickers’, as soon as they check the license plate, they’ll know who it is and where it is, let drones search that area, they’ll soon find the plane!"

"My God, then why are we going back, shouldn’t we leave it to the police and military?"

"Shut up!"

Riddle, upon hearing that the drug traffickers may have discovered the passengers, blurted out a complaint, only to be scolded by Gu Ji on the spot.

Salih frowned.

"Should we return empty-handed then?"

"Yes, which is why I didn’t plan to go back the same way."

Gu Ji knew the drug traffickers would find the passengers, so when he gave Milburn directions earlier, he preemptively changed the location.

He planned to intercept and rescue during the drug traffickers’ return with the passengers.

Because once they were taken to the drug lords’ lair, they’d face even more armed traffickers with more ample and powerful ammunition; it’d turn from an intercept battle to a hell-level CQB assault battle.

If memory served correctly.

During the second week, when they were surrounded by traffickers, the convoy came from the southwest prairie.

According to the satellite map:

Mexico is vast and sparsely populated, towns are scattered, and major highways are few.

So, running south along the state road, if they sped up, they had the chance to get ahead of the drug traffickers departing from the dirt road, after all, it’s not easy to relocate hundreds of passengers from the wild quickly.

Half an hour later, the scenery on both sides of the road transformed from semi-desert into prairie, gradually replaced by tree-covered slopes.

Bare, massive stone peaks stood erect in the distance.

Gu Ji continuously kept an eye on the satellite map, calculating the time from the plane’s crash point to the highway, perhaps as the spatial navigation knowledge of the journey mark hadn’t been fully forgotten, he roughly estimated the time and direction the drug traffickers would take from the forest to the highway.

"It should be around here..."

He immediately grabbed binoculars, rolled down the passenger window, and looked out into the wild.

He didn’t find the traffickers’ convoy, but saw a white Toyota SUV parked on the roadside grass, unexpectedly, there was also a young man in a white vest with a backward baseball cap, watching them through binoculars from the passenger window.

"Captain Milburn, there’s something wrong with the vehicle ahead!!"