Simulation Game: Crisis Management

Chapter 440 207: HVT Rescue

Is that... a drone!?

"Spotted a drug dealers' drone, they're locking onto our position!"

Gu Ji warned Miliburn, not waiting for a response, he pressed the button on his tactical headset and spoke rapidly, "Riddle! Use the microwave device to jam the drone signal immediately. Remember! It's jamming, not destroying!"

"Uh, okay..."

Hearing Riddle's reply, he slightly eased his furrowed brow and reminded Miliburn that their internal radio channels might temporarily malfunction.

This was why he told Riddle not to destroy the signal.

Because microwave weapons are non-discriminatory directional attacks. If they were to completely destroy the drone's signal, all phones, radios, and tactical headsets in his car would also become useless.

Miliburn didn't say much.

He just instructed the driver to crush it with the car wheels when the drone loses signal control and falls down.

Gu Ji picked up binoculars, observing the drone and the dirt road ahead.

His cautiousness stemmed from the fear that drug dealers might use the drone for positioning and then fire an RPG-7, just like in a previous encounter.

After all, even this Hummer M1152 light armored vehicle couldn't withstand the blast of anti-tank high-explosive rounds, let alone other armed vehicles.

Two seconds passed, and the drone in the sky still hadn't fallen.

Furious, Gu Ji cursed, "Fuck! Riddle, I said jam it immediately! Do you hear me? Is your ear full of shit..."

Halfway through his words, he realized the tactical headset was filled with static, completely signal-less.

This proved Riddle had successfully jammed it with the microwave device.

"It seems that the drug dealers' drone is more advanced than ours. Even without a remote signal, it remains hovering, waiting for signal reconnection."

"Kolon, shoot it down."

"Yes, Captain."

Miliburn shouted from inside the car. The officer sitting to Gu Ji's right, holding a G36 rifle with a scar under his right eye's corner, rolled down the window, aimed the gun outside, and pressed his right eye against the reflex sight.

The sound of gunfire erupted. Two drones were hit in succession, like kites with broken strings. One fell straight to the ground, the other spiral-crashed and got stuck in the tree branches.

Gu Ji grabbed his binoculars.

The one on the ground was completely broken, but the one in the branches only had its wing damaged on one side. Strangely, it looked completely different from the drug dealers' drones he had seen before, resembling a DJI Mavic 3 quadcopter with an integrated rectangular bump on its back.

He suddenly realized something.

"This might be a suicide drone! Shoot its back! Quickly!"

"What?"

Miliburn's eyelids twitched.

Kolon immediately raised his gun again, aiming at the drone in the branches.

But just as he pulled the trigger.

"Boom!"

An explosion flashed, the branches shattered.

The drone exploded instantly, with a "Pfft" sound, something pierced through Kolon's side face.

Whistling winds swept over the car roof, some hit the tree trunks and soil with a dull thumping sound, and others hit the vehicle doors, glass shattering, and metal wailing, filling the car with buzzing sounds. They were steel balls!

"Kolon! Kolon!"

Miliburn turned around and saw Kolon clutching his side face and throat, struggling to breathe, "Damn! Check, check! Report injuries immediately!!"

"No injuries in Vehicle 2!"

"No injuries in Vehicle 3..."

"Hold on, brother."

Gu Ji hurriedly took out the first aid kit from Kolon's lower back, found medical gauze and hemostatic agents, and tried to stop the bleeding, but the effect was minimal. An arterial rupture had occurred, blood entering the lung alveoli, and with each breath, Kolon spattered large amounts of blood foam, staring intently at Gu Ji.

He quickly took off his backpack, intending to dismantle a pen tube for a tracheostomy.

But Kolon didn't hold on long enough for that step.

"Captain Miliburn, Kolon, he's..."

"Damn it!"

Seeing his subordinate's body, Miliburn's eyes turned red, gripping the G36 rifle handle with murderous intensity, teeth clenched as if about to break, "All vehicles pursue at full speed! Shoot the drug dealers the moment you spot them!!"

"Yes!"

All drivers floored the gas, vehicles charging aggressively toward the mountainside ahead.

Gu Ji rolled up the Hummer's bulletproof side window.

The moment he realized the drone looked off, he quickly remembered the transaction document in Riddle's computer that mentioned the "Sinaloa Group" purchasing a batch of suicide drones, but it was still a step too late.

These attack drones are rightly called "ghosts of the battlefield" for a reason.

If it hadn't been for his accidental decision to have Riddle temporarily jam the signal, the suicide drone might have targeted the armed pickup behind, exploding at the front windshield, potentially killing more people.

He felt a vague sense that with technological advancements, these military-grade weapons becoming accessible to civilian crimes might even be scarier than homemade IED bombs.

As he pondered deeply, the driver pointed to a trail of dust rising up ahead.

A red armored pickup trailed at the back of the convoy.

"Target spotted! Right in front!"

Just as the words were spoken, a few bullets hit the steel plate of the Hummer armored vehicle.

Miliburn, seeing the drug dealers, as if seeing sworn enemies in a blood feud, his whites crisscrossed with red veins, suddenly lifted his gun, screaming hoarsely, "Shoot them to hell!!"