Suddenly, a low, icy voice sounded next to Sam, stopping him.
It was the thug with the black hood!
Among the six thugs, he was the only one who covered his face, revealing a pair of reddish-brown pupils, looking more like a terrorist, and dressed in a style much newer than the others, likely the leader of the group.
"Why, Cohen? He almost ruined the mission and even crippled Elias..."
Sam immediately retorted, seemingly eager to shoot Gu Ji dead.
"Theodore is dead, Tana..."
At this moment, the last thug came out of the restroom near the boarding gate, babbling something. He was quite small for an African, only a little over 1.7 meters, with a head like a mole.
It seemed the guy with the afro didn't survive in the end either.
In a daze, Gu Ji heard a familiar name, "Theodore" seemed to be the thick-lipped thug he killed in the first round; it seemed he still didn't escape this time and was killed by him again.
The masked thug called Cohen didn't answer Sam but calmly ripped open the Velcro on his uniform, took out a phone from his pocket, swiped a few times, and fixed on one photo, glancing at it carefully.
After a moment of silence, "Search him."
"Hey! Cohen, you must be mistaken, he is the tactical commander of the South Korean KNP868 anti-hijacking squad, completely unrelated to the target we're looking for, don't assume just because he's yellow-skinned, black-haired..."
"Anu."
Before Sam could finish, the mole thug mumbled something, then leaned over and violently rummaged through Gu Ji's pant pocket, quickly taking out a bunch of items: passport, ID card, ticket, and a black Samsung S22 Ultra phone.
Cohen only took the passport and other items, but not the phone.
Sam immediately understood, took the phone from the mole thug's hand, and, like randomly picking up an item, grabbed Gu Ji's right hand, placed his thumb on the fingerprint unlock button, and waited for it to unlock before handing the phone to Cohen.
He swiped a few times, seemingly finding nothing of value.
Cohen looked down at Gu Ji, his reddish-brown pupils cold and emotionless, "Photos."
Gu Ji squinted, not knowing what he meant.
Suddenly, Sam lifted the Type 56 assault rifle, shoved it into the wound on his abdomen, twisting fiercely and said viciously: "Speak!"
"Ugh... cough cough..."
The agony jolted Gu Ji's eyes open wide, and the blood stuck in his throat spurted out with a cough, his teeth bared fiercely: "I will definitely, personally slaughter you!"
Accompanied by Sam's mocking expression, his consciousness completely faded.
A black void filled his vision.
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...
"Ding dong ding ~ Ladies and gentlemen, good afternoon, Ethiopian Airlines flight CA981 to Golderi..."
"The Ethiopian Media Authority reports, from April 7th onwards..."
"There's a new development in the Amu Tribe casualty incident, reportedly, the government disclosed the incident likely links to armed ethnic conflicts, marking it as the deadliest event in the nation in recent years..."
"Inhale! Exhale..." Gu Ji suddenly opened his eyes, clutched his abdomen, and curled like a shrimp. The sharp pain drilled into his organs, countless chaotic images flashed in his mind: blood, guns, black masks, and: "Sam!!"
"Sam? Who's Sam? There's no one called Sam here..."
Suddenly, a couple of shouts came by his ear.
Gu Ji suddenly raised his head, a hint of madness flashed in his eyes like a beast that just sniffed the scent of blood, instantly terrifying the black female supervisor who was speaking.
Startled for half a second, the black security guard with curly hair beside her spoke up: "Sir, please open your backpack, if you continue to refuse cooperation, we will have no choice but to check it ourselves!"
Without waiting for his response, two young black men walked straight up and rudely unzipped the backpack.
[Crisis event starts!]
[Select your initial reward.]
[Endurance Enhancement (Small)] or [Strength Enhancement (Small)]
I've died and restarted again.
Looking at the familiar scene, Gu Ji's mind instantly cleared, and the bloodthirst in his eyes was quickly restrained, surprised that all his efforts were nearly successful, only to be thwarted by a suddenly appearing "Sam"!
I was too careless!
The real counter-terrorism case answers I usually study can't be fully replicated in a crisis combat situation, the real world is ever-changing, ignoring any detail could trigger a chain reaction, ultimately causing the entire counter-terrorism operation to fail.
Gu Ji listened as some policemen from Felsen kept chattering about "Luoao Rebel Army", subconsciously thinking it was internal faction strife in Ethiopia, and since Sam is a white man, with a nerdy appearance, it's indeed hard to connect the two.
Crisis remaining time this round: 8 hours 51 minutes 45 seconds...
Approximately an hour was spent on two death restarts.
It's still uncertain how long the final mission needs to persist until completion; if it requires the government forces to clear the crisis entirely, time will be very tight.
Gu Ji swiftly pondered a new tactical plan.
With the variable of an "inside agent", the difficulty of resolving the whole crisis suddenly surged more than half a level.
From the previous round's event situation, no matter how he strategized against the enemy, Sam would find any way to join in the fight. Without direct evidence, dealing with him on the spot would certainly provoke a strong negative reaction from the federal police and Jillian, losing their assistance and leading to mission failure.
"Looks like I'll have to get rid of him in advance!"
The bloodlust reappeared in Gu Ji's eyes as he decisively chose [Strength Enhancement (Small)].
Whoosh!
Along with the itching of muscles and the sensation of increased strength, the system began to issue a task target of surviving 20 minutes.
"Found it!"
Moments later, the two black guys "once again" fished out the Leica Q2 camera from his backpack, shouted, and handed it to the female supervisor.
A camera?
Gu Ji's mind suddenly flashed with the thug named Cohen with the black hood: "Photos!"
Vaguely, he felt like he was onto something. Taking advantage of the moment when the female supervisor took the camera, he darted forward and snatched it back.
"You... what do you want to do!"
The black female supervisor seemed to have not yet recovered from Gu Ji's terrifying gaze just now, and was shocked by his sudden action of seizing the camera.
"Hey! Sir, I advise you not to do something foolish!"
Maybe sensing something wrong, the bald police officer, who had been playing with his phone behind the desk, finally stood up, knocking on the table, and threatened: "Since you know you brought a camera, presumably you also understand that in Ethiopia, carrying a professional camera into the country requires prior..."
Gu Ji closed his ears, completely ignoring the bald police officer's racket, focusing on pressing the camera's power button.
Until the real-time image appeared, the surrounding white Korean operation bar took him by surprise for a moment.
Fortunately, operating the camera was not difficult. Swiping up and down quickly brought up the photo album, and a photo full of blood met his eyes, making Gu Ji's heart skip a beat!!