Simulation Game: Crisis Management

Chapter 465 - 218: Fusong Gang

Once the words were spoken, all eyes in the room turned to the man in the brown hoodie.

The latter was also not someone to be underestimated. He quickly sensed this, muttered something under his breath, seemingly swearing, upon noticing Jingshang Gaoming dressed as a police officer, then turned and disappeared from their sight.

"Since we started focusing on the Fusong Gang, this person has appeared around the port repeatedly, frequently changing his attire. Initially, we thought he was a henchman sent by the Yijuan Association to spy on us and attempted to follow him several times, only to be shaken off each time. He has very strong counter-surveillance capabilities, yet does not engage in confrontations with us."

Seeing the puzzled expressions on the faces of Gu Ji and others, Chen Zhiyu began to explain briefly.

Finally, casting a sidelong glance at Jingshang Gaoming: "Therefore, we suspect he might be an insider or some kind of intelligence personnel."

The implication was a suspicion that this guy might be a special service agent sent by the Japan intelligence department to monitor them.

Gu Ji didn’t speak and simply nodded thoughtfully.

His earlier "puzzled" expression was actually meant to mask his instinctive micro-expressions since in the room, with two armed police officers, three National Security special service agents, and an elite from Japan’s mobile investigation, they were all skilled investigators.

Because that man in the brown hoodie was none other than the one he had deployed, Saflo Baron!

This guy is truly stubborn to the end, fully aware that there’s another group watching nearby, yet still doesn’t know to change the method.

However, Gu Ji could roughly guess his mindset.

Baron had initially fled from the United States to Japan. For him, the enemies were only the DIA, FBI, and the mercenaries hunting him.

As for Japan or Xia Kingdom police, as long as they didn’t interfere with his quest for clues, he would let them be.

Gu Ji glanced at the mission objectives in the lower left corner.

"Have you investigated the boss of the Fusong Gang?"

"We have. The snakehead is someone called ’Mrs. Na,’ who has never surfaced. Most of the Fusong Gang are Asian-faced, with core criminal members from the coastal people of South Min who smuggled in during the early 2000s."

After hearing the account, Gu Ji’s eyelid couldn’t help twitching.

Shi Zhengmin was an old National Security Special Service agent, and he would never err in intelligence investigations, yet the mission target indicated that the boss was clearly a foreigner, so how did it suddenly change and become "Mrs. Na"?

Two possibilities:

First, the president set by the game, and the snakehead investigated by National Security, might not be the same person;

The Fusong Gang isn’t a small faction, with influence spread across Southeast Asia and North America, so ’Mrs. Na’ might be just one of the leaders, while Shajit is the chief president.

Second, hiding its true colors!

Perhaps conventional police methods can only trace as far as ’Mrs. Na’; while Shajit represents other forces behind, with extensive connections.

One must understand, such human smuggling gangs are often in collusion with customs and anti-smuggling governmental departments for benefits.

If Shi Zhengmin were to uncover it first, it would not only embarrass the Japan Government but also likely raise suspicion from the Police Headquarters.

After all, the identities declared by the three to the outside were merely ordinary public security detectives.

"Mrs. Qiao, there seems to be something going on."

At this time, Chen Zhiyu suddenly observed a suspicious box truck near the port, conversing with a black Honda sedan.

Zeng Dan immediately picked up a small integrated binocular night-vision scope, his lips curling upward involuntarily.

"It seems our luck is quite good today. That Japanese man in the brown-green coat, with a scruffy face, is Akashi Renji, the ’Snake Handler’ responsible for watching the port for the Fusong Gang. He hasn’t shown up for half a month at the port; looks like today they plan to move goods."

Setting down the binoculars, Zeng Dan turned to look at Gu Ji and the other two, "Finally caught such a chance, we must find a way to track him and locate the ’snake breeding’ nest of the Fusong Gang. No time for lunch, we have some rice balls in the car. Would you like to have a quick bite?"

"Mrs. Qiao, we’ve just eaten this morning. Not hungry, completing the task takes priority."

"Alright then, take this and follow us."

Zeng Dan removed a police walkie-talkie from his waist, handed it to Gu Ji, and then quickly led Shi Zhengmin and Chen Zhiyu back to the SUV.

Finally, Jingshang Gaoming smiled slightly at Gu Ji and followed into the driver’s seat.

"Why does Jingshang guy look so much like Mr. Shiraishi from ’Conan’? He speaks like he’s on a high horse, it’s really annoying!"

After getting in the car, Gao Bo couldn’t resist making a couple of complaints.

Lang Shaobo grinned, "Maybe that’s just how Japanese people talk..."

"Lang, wait for Mr. Xu’s car to catch up with the target first before we drive off." Seeing Chen Zhiyu and the others have already tagged along with Akashi Renji, Gu Ji had Lang Shaobo hold for a moment, "Gao Bo, open the navigation, check the nearby road conditions."

"Alright!"

"Mr. Gu, no need for the navigation, I often come to Yokohama for business, I know all the routes around here."

"I understand, I’m using the navigation to check the traffic lights and intersections, ramps ahead. This way, we can quickly analyze and anticipate the suspect vehicle’s route and avoid losing the target due to scenarios like traffic lights or congestion."

"So that’s it, you guys are truly professional."

Lang Shaobo subconsciously rubbed the steering wheel with his hands, feeling slightly excited.

After all, having worked in the police liaison office mainly dealing with clerical tasks for years, suddenly being close to frontline police pursuit work brought about some excitement.

"All set, let’s move."

"Vroom~"

As soon as the words were uttered, Lang Shaobo immediately started the vehicle, veering out of Yokohama Port and onto the road.