Simulation Game: Crisis Management

Chapter 637 - 289: At the End of the Road

[Ultimate Goal: Support the Xia Kingdom police, capture Bai Maoliang alive, and successfully lead everyone to safely evacuate from the core of the armed conflict!] (Extremely Difficult)

At the exact moment Gu Ji issued the order.

The final task of this glory stage suddenly appeared before his eyes.

But he paid it no mind, directly urging Gao Bo and Liu Weijun to swiftly climb over the stone platform and dash into the villa courtyard. Just as they were about to enter the door, the three glanced at each other peripherally, raising then lowering their guns in a coordinated rhythm.

In an instant, Gao Bo and Liu Weijun darted into the house, quickly spreading out their positions, pointing their gun muzzles to the left and right, while Gu Ji charged straight in the center. The three simultaneously pulled the triggers, firing at the silhouettes before them.

"Bang bang! Bang bang..."

"Left side neutralized!"

"Right side neutralized!"

"Continue forward, check the room’s blind spots, watch for friendly identification!"

At this moment, Gu Ji’s expression was cold as ice, his eyes slightly narrowed, maintaining a shoulder-held gun pose as he moved forward. He instinctively pulled the trigger, firing a shot into a body’s neck, until he was beside it, kicking away the MA-1 replica rifle from a militia man’s hand as if he were an emotionless war machine.

"Overwatch! Report target status!"

"It’s too dark inside, flashes everywhere, I can’t see details, but the engagement points mainly focus on the southern living room, the surrounding militia are tightening their encirclement, A and B teams be careful!"

"I see your position now, wait! Right front, bang—!"

Gu Ji yelled to the overwatch team on the hillside.

First, Zhao Hua used a drone to scout and report on the overall situation inside and outside the villa, then Zhou Yang provided detailed reporting, but before he could finish, a gunshot rang out.

On the right side where their team was advancing, a shadow suddenly met them at the corner, instantly shot dead by Zhou Yang!

"Southern living room! Quick!"

It must be said, over the years, Bai Maoliang, relying on the Jinyuan Group, had made a lot of money. This Bai Family villa estate is almost as vast as some residential complexes domestically. Even the side villa is still incredibly spacious, with a single floor at least four to five hundred square meters, countless nanny rooms, bedrooms, restrooms.

So, after Zhao Hua confirmed the engagement position, Gu Ji immediately squeezed Liu Weijun’s shoulder, directing the point man Gao Bo to push southward.

"Rat-a-tat-tat..."

"Cover fire!"

Just as Gao Bo was moving along the wall, a burst of gunfire suddenly erupted from the position in front of the right, sounding like a silenced rifle with accompanying English words. He immediately halted, raised his fist, then extended his index and thumb at a 90-degree angle, signaling enemy rifle weapons.

Liu Weijun squinted, his muzzle already aimed at the wall’s corner, pre-pressing the trigger.

Meanwhile, Gu Ji turned to Zhang Wenjun with a gesture of fingers spread and covering his eyes.

Zhang Wenjun understood, took a concussion bomb from his tactical vest, pulled the safety pin with his left hand, and showed it in front of Gu Ji, indicating readiness.

After Gu Ji nodded.

He fiercely yanked the safety pin and tossed the concussion bomb out.

"Boom woo~"

"Ah! God! It’s a concussion bomb, there’s an atta..."

Without waiting for the mercenary to finish shouting, Gao Bo and Liu Weijun swiftly charged out with their guns, naturally rotating their muzzles at the corner, "Bang bang," two dual-point shots, hitting the mercenary in the chest.

Gu Ji, who followed up, added two more shots each, and quickly tapped the tactical flashlight on his gun twice.

In such dim conditions inside the house, the high-power flashlight could temporarily blind the mercenaries’ night vision, acting like a concussion grenade flash, also serving as friendly identification at the same time.

"Calling Mr. Zhao! Calling Mr. Zhao!"

"It’s comrades from the Dragon and Tiger Assault Team! Thank God!"

Gu Ji sequentially used light signals and radio to contact Zhao Bai, then swiftly advanced through the hallway behind the living room.

Only to see the luxurious living room in chaos, the sofa shredded by exchanged bullets, cotton flying, no intact piece of the full-length viewing window, and the open kitchen appliances on the west side were set alight by mortar shells.

Zhao Bai and his group hid in the hallway turning into the bedroom, while another group took cover along the staircase corner on the second floor for resistance.

Upon seeing Gu Ji and others coming through the back corridor, along with the familiar Xia Kingdom Special Forces attire, Zhao Bai and his group finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Gu Ji noticed.

Bai Maoliang, dressed in a white suit, looking disheveled, had his hands cuffed, being held by Chaojun and Wa Xueming, one on each side, gripping his shoulders.

Wa Xueming was wearing a brown-green outdoor shirt and pants, with the camouflage MSV GEN2 tactical vest that Gu Ji gave him, armed with a black Myanmar-made MA-1 automatic rifle.

He was accompanied by numerous armed personnel, about a dozen, including Pan Xinli, presumably cultivated forces in secret.

It was with Wa Xueming’s group’s help that Zhao Bai and the Myanmar Police Force managed to hold out until now.

"Gao Bo, Monk, Zhang Zhong, provide cover fire, Wu Kang, secure the rear, Mr. Zhao, check the team status, prepare to retreat in 30 seconds!"

"Alright!"

Zhao Bai knew well there was no time for gratitude or thanks, urgently communicating with another unit of the Myanmar Police Force, assisting the wounded in evacuation.

Wa Xueming, hearing Gu Ji’s voice, instinctively raised an eyebrow.

He couldn’t shake off the sense of déjà vu, feeling he’d heard it somewhere before, yet hadn’t interacted with any Xia Kingdom Special Forces recently.

The four responsible for cover.

Zhang Wenjun and Monk huddled in the hallway corner, standing and crouching to shoot, while Gu Ji and Gao Bo rolled directly to the villa wall partition.

"Wow, have these two always been this fierce?"