Simulation Game: Crisis Management

Chapter 545 - 247: Curtain Falls

Scalding blood splattered across the special police officer’s face.

And the dagger, glinting coldly, landed on the tall police officer’s shoulder. Had he been a moment slower, the tip might have plunged into his neck.

"Everyone, judge shooting independently, prioritize your own and civilian safety!"

Xiong Changyuan shouted, immediately twisting his waist and rotating his body, aiming his gun at the next target.

No doubt about it.

The shot just now was indeed fired by him.

Originally, Gu Ji also noticed something was amiss with that female fugitive, but because they were grappling too close, he couldn’t ensure without harming his colleague that he could stop her with a single shot, so he let sniper Zhou Yang handle it.

But just as Zhou Yang raised his gun, Xiong Changyuan had already fired.

"Ah ah ah!"

"Huh ah! Huh ah!"

The female criminal’s death did not intimidate this group of offenders but instead provoked the ferocity deeply rooted in their hearts.

They muttered incomprehensible words and seized long knives from the ground, lunging at the nearest special police officers. One of the bearded middle-aged fugitives even pulled out a homemade bomb, converted from fireworks, from his pocket and held it high.

Gao Bo quickly raised his shield.

"Watch out for the homemade bomb!"

"Da da!"

Gu Ji fired a double-tap shot that suddenly grazed the bearded fugitive’s arm.

The homemade bomb fell and exploded immediately, the flying metal shards and shock waves fiercely tore at his body, although some were blocked by Gao Bo’s shield.

"Ah! Ah—!"

Luckily, the homemade bomb was not powerful; the bearded fugitive staggered for two steps, letting out a piercing scream, and finally, unable to bear the pain, fell to the ground and started convulsing, his thigh bleeding profusely and soon staining the ground red.

Gu Ji swiftly redirected his aim, and the remaining knife-wielding fugitive was shot in the lower back by Li Yanan just as he pounced on a shield-bearing officer.

Assessing that the scene was entering a low-threat state, he shouted, attempting to remind the fallen fugitive of the correct self-rescue method: "Quickly take off your clothes to bind your thigh!"

Then he barked orders to his team.

"Everyone, close in on me, Gao Bo to cover, see if you can stop his bleeding!"

"Yes!"

"Wu Kang is approaching you!"

No sooner were these words spoken than the six-man team, which had been on scattered alert, all converged on Gu Ji, until they approached the bearded fugitive; everyone smelled a strong scent of gunpowder and blood.

Perhaps due to the excruciating pain triggering a self-preservation response, the fugitive had already completely fainted.

Gao Bo immediately stepped up, attempting to help remove the tattered clothing from his back.

Although everyone’s gear was made of heat-resistant material, only his tactical gloves covering the shield were full-fingered. While the upper body clothing was easy to remove, the lower body clothing had become adhered to skin and flesh, so Gao Bo could only, as much as possible, tear off whatever he could, before using strips of cloth to tourniquet the fugitive’s upper thigh.

Meanwhile, the others commenced the final wrap-up.

A total of seven fugitives were at the scene, with three shot dead and two seriously injured.

No wonder Xiong Changyuan had warned everyone of the fugitives’ danger from the start; they exceeded the brutality of ordinary criminals, almost fighting to the death.

"Lockdown team, come and make arrests, move the injured to the clearing, assault team, continue to sweep the remaining rooms, leave no criminal behind!"

"Report! The ambush team has spotted a fleeing fugitive and is encircling to capture them!"

Having dealt with the fugitives on the village dirt road, Xiong Changyuan began ordering the clearance of the last two herdsmen’s houses.

Meanwhile, the ambush team’s voice also came over the radio.

Just as Li Yaoguang was preparing to lead his team into the final yard, upon entering, a sudden "buzz" startled everyone.

A dirt bike abruptly shot out from within the courtyard, charging at them.

"Get out of the way!"

"Report! A motorcycle is charging out of the yard!!"

In a critical moment, Li Yaoguang quickly jumped aside, shouting a warning to his colleagues outside the yard.

The next second, the motorcycle burst out of the courtyard, the rear wheel carving a black arc into the snow, kicking up a large plume of smoke, with the rider shouting words no one could understand.

"Get off the bike now!!"

"Get off quick! Quickly!"

"Mighty~ Mighty~"

Just as Xiong Changyuan and the others were shouting at the motorcycle fugitive, police sirens and ambulance sounds were heard from outside the village; local police and 120 emergency had likely arrived.

The motorcycle fugitive didn’t have time to linger, repeatedly shouting while revving the throttle and charging straight ahead.

Gao Bo collided from the side with his shield, knocking the rider to the ground, but the motorcycle accelerated at such a rapid pace; with a clatter, the shield merely slid past the rear seat’s metal object.

Gu Ji’s eyes darted, his expression changing suddenly.

He hurriedly raised his rifle, shouldering and aiming while shouting, "Get out of the way! He’s got a homemade canister bomb on the back seat!!"

"What!?"

Xiong Changyuan’s eyes widened, rapidly pressing the radio button: "Mr. Qiu! Get your people out of here! The fugitive’s motorcycle has a canister bomb attached!"

"Everyone, run!!"

"Da da!"

Gu Ji’s first double-tap swept past, but only scraped by the motorcycle’s sides. The bike already had a small target, moved swiftly, and was highly maneuverable, making it extremely difficult to aim.

"Let me take it." Zhou Yang also raised his rifle, aligning his right eye with the sights.

"Focus on the rear wheel, stop the bike!"

Gu Ji didn’t insist on handling it himself; let the experts handle the task.