South Korea indeed has the KNP868 police special task force, which is the first anti-terrorism special police team established by South Korea modeled after Germany's GSG9, under the Seoul Metropolitan Police Department.
As for whether the task force has an anti-hijacking team, that's unknown.
That's right.
This was something Gu Ji made up on the spot.
Even writing an argumentative essay requires quoting famous sayings to increase credibility; if he didn't fabricate a more impressive identity, these people wouldn't believe anything he said. The bald policeman in the security room earlier was a ready example.
In any case, under these circumstances, no one would go into details to verify truth.
Sure enough.
Once he pulled out the "tiger skin" of the special task force, everyone's attitude immediately changed, even Jillian and the short-haired white man were filled with astonishment, though with a touch of suspicion.
"Anti-hijacking team tactical command..." The black fat policeman's tone was somewhat incredulous, then he made up his mind, "Char, go find someone to evacuate tourists right away, and the rest of you come with me to the police station to get equipment, quickly!"
"Hey! Mate, are we really going to listen to him?"
The guy with an afro found it hard to believe.
"What else then, unless you have a better plan?"
The black fat guy silenced him with one sentence, then turned to Gu Ji, "I am Felsen; I'll hand over all command here to you and hope you lead us to survive!"
Click!
Gu Ji didn't answer directly; instead, he picked up a Type 56 submachine gun, swiftly cocked it as a response.
"Time is short, at their current attack speed, the mob can reach us in just over a minute, and completely occupy the airport in fifteen minutes. If we don't resist, we'll all die. We must gather all the force: police, security, customs, and even travelers. Anyone who can use a gun, the more the better."
After speaking, his gaze fell on Jillian and the short-haired white man standing outside the door.
Jillian was initially stunned, then her expression changed, seemingly realizing Gu Ji had seen through her, she grabbed her short-haired companion and took the initiative to say, "We can help; my boyfriend, Jamie, and I are shooting enthusiasts and have practiced shooting for five years at a range in Texas."
Shooting enthusiasts?
Gu Ji almost burst out laughing hearing such a clumsy excuse; at this moment, still thinking of hiding identity, could they be spies or carrying out a mission?
Quite possible!
Judging by Jillian's previous odd fear of the police, she is likely carrying out some significant covert task in Ethiopia without judicial approval, making it an illegal investigation.
Coming forward now is probably to prevent him from saying something erratic to the Federal Police, causing unnecessary diplomatic trouble.
Anyway, having two policemen at a special mission level means a better chance against the mob.
"I can also help! I served for three years outside the law."
Unexpectedly, amidst the fleeing tourists, a young white man wearing black-framed glasses stepped out, sporting black curly hair, in a burgundy hoodie, slightly chubby build—standard foreign geek attire.
He skillfully picked up a Type 56 submachine gun, inspected it, shouldered it, released the safety, placed a finger on the trigger guard, finally lowering the muzzle gently below eye level.
Standard low-profile gun posture.
His actions were proficient.
The crowd's doubts dissipated; allowing someone untrained to use a gun was irresponsible for all lives within range, regardless of time.
No one wished for accidental friendly fire during combat.
"There's no time left!"
With the last Type 56 magazine stashed in a black bullet-proof vest, Gu Ji suddenly crouched, held the gun low, stuck to the wall, aiming outside the door, confirming safety outside before gesturing and rushing out, "Go!"
Instantly.
Gu Ji led the way, Jillian and Jamie, Felsen, followed by three policemen, with the glasses-wearing geek at the rear, a group of seven dashed through the chaotic crowd, sprinting toward the security checkpoint in the foyer.
Below, the crackling gunfire was edging closer.
Though unseen, just from hearing those mourning screams and the impact of overturned chairs sufficed to conjure the brutal horror.
Crossing customs and immigration, they reached the security area.
Only then did they realize why Gu Ji chose this place as the main battleground against the mob; the security area formed a trapezoid, narrower at the front and wider at the back compared to customs and immigration, featuring three security channels, many covers, indeed making defense easier than assault.
At the moment, considerable frightened visitors had already gathered around the boarding gate behind, and staff were quickly guiding them to escape through the fire passage.
Gu Ji disregarded the commotion behind, swiftly pushing some tables and chairs in the security area to the center, cluttering and obstructing the main doorway view, "The security area is windowless, reinforced concrete on both sides, so long as we focus on defending the main entrance. Stack all tables and chairs in the central position to reduce shooting range, expanding safe angles and mobile distances, with the only concern being the two ventilation openings above, the mob may anytime invade from there; you need to keep a close watch."
My God!
That was so thorough!
The afro-wearing policemen initially had reservations about Felsen's choice to immediately hand command over to this Asian man. But observing this series of command operations, they realized that this "Jiang Songyuan" was indeed an expert in handling airport counter-terrorism.
As policemen, they generally comprehended key points in police tactical operation:
1. Dangerous dynamic assessment;
2. Preemptive control, having a strong "crisis" awareness;
3. Understanding "concentrated firepower" handling;
4. Cover awareness, etc.
Everyone understands the principles, but not everyone can formulate the perfect tactical layout following these key points, especially under such intense and dangerous circumstances.
It's akin to solving a difficult math problem in the last five minutes; even with formulas remembered, thoughts are chaotic.
Gu Ji's series of actions, from civilian casualty prevention, mob threat evaluation, to combat environment layout and summation, were all exemplary.
Jillian, who had been silent on the side, suddenly spoke up: "How long do we need to hold here, until the Federal Police Station's quick response forces arrive?"
Gu Ji squinted their eyes subtly.
Quick response forces, officially known as Rapid Reaction Forces, also called Quick Reaction Units, are designed to intervene militarily in low-intensity conflicts within an extremely short timeframe. Their main purpose is handling regional crisis events, generally said to engage within 15 minutes for emergency response actions.
Only those engaged in special police counter-terrorism or special operations rarely comprehend such relevant knowledge.
Obviously, Jillian was still probing.
But Gu Ji remained unperturbed; being a specialist in police tactics himself, unfazed by quick response operations, coupled with information collected from previous incidents, he calmly replied:
"Ethiopia doesn't have federal police rapid response forces; we can only rely on government military assistance. Globally, military rapid response assemblies usually take 0-2 hours, using US troops stationed in South Korea's quick reaction unit formation in 30 minutes as a reference, we must hold for at least 40 minutes."
"Hold on for 40 minutes!?"