It’s all really related to Volut!
Gu Ji only then started to seriously consider it.
Indeed, taking this round of the ga as an example, there are eight people in the basent. Even if the system adjusts the difficulty balance and doesn’t let him instantly possess and control a thug, there are still four people who can take a beating.
Why not choose Wang Jinkang, Ding Le, or Pan Xinli, but specifically choose Wa Xueming?
This indicates:
The ga roles for each round’s levels are not randomly chosen, very likely linked to the Volut Company!
Gu Ji leaned against the windowsill, inexplicably feeling a chill down his spine.
Even though Volut’s products are all over the world, dominating the field of dical intelligence, they are still nothing compared to mobile phones.
To put it jokingly, even grabbing four random people off the street doesn’t guarantee they all use Apple or Android phones.
This is definitely not a coincidence!
But why would a real-world dical technology company be involved with a ga?
Gu Ji pondered for a mont, the only reason he could think of was that the person who founded this company might have used this ga and obtained so item or ability from a ga level.
This point was inferred from the "special item recovery" appearing in the escape room.
After all, from the beginning until now, the rewards he’s received have always been mark boxes, which can only be used on himself, whereas item boxes are different—the things they contain can be used not only by himself but by others as well.
Given the impressive nature of how marks can change abilities,
it’s likely the abilities of the items are also extraordinary.
If by chance soone got their hands on one or two pieces of black technology, founding a dical technology company isn’t a far-fetched idea.
"It’s almost certain that others have used this ga, but it’s not clear whether anyone else is currently using it, so... how many players does the Crisis Managent Ga have right now?"
Actually, Gu Ji thought about this problem when he first entered the level.
Could there be teammates, like Jillian, or are the villainous thugs players?
But this speculation was quickly dismissed by him.
Because with the addition of the "death save," which is the reincarnation chanism, once Gu Ji dies, everything resets to the starting point on his tiline. If there were truly fellow players, how would their tilines work?
The intelligence Gu Ji currently has is still too limited to deduce the specific ga rules.
After all, from the ti he downloaded the ga until now, he’s only played three levels.
"There’s no harm in being cautious, but my dad works at Volut’s Xia Kingdom branch. Maybe I can think of a way to ask him."
Just as Gu Ji was contemplating this, footsteps suddenly sounded from behind him.
He turned around sharply.
It was Chaojun and Pan Xinli.
"How is it? Did you find the information you wanted?"
"I found it."
Gu Ji handed the phone back to Chaojun.
Unexpectedly, after taking the phone, he glanced around the room’s corners before leading him to the bathroom, turning on both the faucet and the shower.
Amidst the sound of the running water, Chaojun’s expression finally turned serious.
"Wa Xueming, what exactly is your identity?"
"What identity?"
Gu Ji didn’t expect him to break the ice so directly.
Chaojun squinted his eyes.
"At first, I thought you were also an internal undercover agent, but your tactical habits within the building don’t resemble soone from the public security system. We’re about the sa age, yet you’re incredibly proficient with the Type 56 submachine gun."
"As far as I know, the last batch of police trained with the Type 56 submachine gun in China was in the mid-1990s. After that, it was replaced by the Type 79 due to its power. Unless you’re from the Ard Police Force, but current active troops wouldn’t be undercover in Northern Myanmar, that doesn’t align with diplomatic policy."
"Moreover, in terms of Ard Police tactics, your offensive techniques don’t align with the training style one would expect at your age, many are recent techniques summarized by modern special forces, yet how could soone undercover in Northern Myanmar for years have the opportunity to learn these?"
The more he spoke, the more agitated he beca.
"And your ways of doing things don’t resemble a police officer, you seem more like military. After eliminating the warlord faction, you even thought about taking down the Bai Family. Do you truly believe that by killing off all the bad guys, there would be no evil left in the world?"
"I tell you, I’ve been following the Bai Family for three years. They are a tightly organized group with leadership and fixed core mbers, clear hierarchy, and division of responsibilities. The key to breaking the case lies not in the people, but in the relations and avenues the Bai Family has built over the years. Even if you kill one Bai Maoliang, his wife, brother, son, or even random person could quickly rebuild the Jinyuan Group."
Gu Ji didn’t expect Chaojun to consider so deeply.
He reached out and patted the other’s shoulder.
"Relax, I didn’t actually plan to eradicate the Bai Family. At the ti, I just wanted to secure control of the building and quickly rescue the employees. Whether to counter or not both have their pros and cons. Without counteraction, you might be able to lure bigger fish, but you saw the result. Over forty out of more than a hundred employees ended up dead..."
"In reality, I’m not a bloodthirsty person. Perhaps seeing fight like a desperado in the shelter made you think I’m cold-blooded, but I had no choice. Out there, if I’m not fiercer than that bunch of scums, I wouldn’t survive in the crowd."
Chaojun’s eyes flickered.
"Then what’s the origin of your skills? You absolutely can’t be an internal undercover; a regular detective or drug officer wouldn’t have your thods!"
"Haha, let’s make a deal."
Gu Ji’s eyes shifted, suddenly thinking of sothing.
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