Rumble...
In a daze, Gu Ji vaguely heard the sound of tracks scraping, mixed with the wind-breaking noise.
As soon as he opened his eyes,
his body swayed backward, causing his toes to plow sharply, anchoring him to the spot as if piling.
"Alright folks, don't rush, today's show is about to start..."
The sudden voice beside his ear made him turn instantly. A guy in a black trendy half-sleeve shirt, black-rimd glasses, slightly chubby, holding a live streaming phone. It was Passionfruit!
Another brush with death?
Gu Ji's pupils contracted sharply. This death was different from before; he felt nothing, his sight just went black, and he found himself here, his brain not even having ti to react, hence his shock at the beginning.
How did I die so suddenly?
Was soone shooting secretly, or did a bomb explode?
No.
Among all the police present, only that SWAT captain's muzzle was aid at , but he didn't target my head, so it's impossible for a single shot to kill .
Then it must be the latter.
But Gu Ji couldn't understand, clearly the HRT's technical SWAT team had used military jamrs to cut off all signals within 200 ters, so how could the bomber remotely detonate the bomb?
Could it be a three-trigger chanism?
Remote detonation, sensor detonation, and if the remote fails, automatic delayed detonation?
Such a complex circuit device installed in a clip-on Bluetooth headset.
Isn't that a bit too far-fetched?
[The "Poison Needle Trap" landmine*1 you are carrying has been delivered, open your backpack to check!]
"Poison Needle Trap..."
The ga's prompt gave Gu Ji a clue.
Military technology isn't invincible either. Most devices are blocked on fixed radio frequencies, from 20MHz to 2655MHz and other multiple segnts, mainly targeting mobile network, WIFI network, Bluetooth, and infrared remote control signals.
If the bomber had more advanced equipnt, he could increase signal strength or used a special frequency signal to bypass the blockade and remotely detonate the bomb.
An even more sinister thod.
Directly counteract the military jamrs, obtaining the jamr's internal circuit working frequency and electromagnetic compatibility standards, then place a similar frequency radiation source near the jamr, exerting a high power level, like 3W, 5W, or higher, causing the jamr to fail.
Whichever thod, the bomber must be nearby to pull it off!
Otherwise, there's no way to confirm the type of military jamr, nor to perform precise long-distance radiation interference.
This ans...
The terrorist was always by his side!
"Fuck! Baron, what are you spacing out for?"
A familiar curse ca from beside his ear, Gu Ji turned sharply like a startled tiger, his body hunched, eyes keen like thunder, with the aura of a fiend trapped for ages.
Scaring Passionfruit senseless.
He skipped past him, his hawk-like gaze swiftly scanning all the passengers in the carriage playing on their phones, trying to identify a suspicious target, focusing on those with arrogant, excited, and irritable expressions who were not communicating with others.
But unfortunately, there was none.
To quickly identify the bomber, there are three directions:
First, background-wise, trained in military bomb blasting and defusing, extrely high computer skills;
Second, attack location and individuals, whether there's animosity with live strears like Volut or Passionfruit, or suffered unfair, extre treatnt, triggering antisocial behavior;
Third, true and false replacent, before Baron started his assistant work, who exchanged the props and dia equipnt for real bombs!
The last point is an important breakthrough.
Gu Ji had just checked the Bluetooth headset on his neck, the signal red light was flashing, indicating the remote bomb was already activated and couldn't be removed.
Sadly, he couldn't read "Baron's" mories, unable to identify the suspicious person.
He could only find a way to rely on police power.
He took out his phone, found many personal details about "Baron" on Facebook, this guy seed to have a bad past, most photos were hanging out with hoodlums, almost all forms of mischief, among them was that black bodyguard called Disard.
No wonder in the last round he looked at like that, turns out Baron was one of his lackeys, brought in to assist Passionfruit.
Naturally, Baron's residence was also included in the information.
An apartnt located on 23rd Avenue in Astoria, Queens District.
After confirming the location, he hurriedly borrowed a phone from a bystander to dial "311."
As for why not call "911," it's simple: afraid the bomber monitors the base station, making an ergency call too sensitive, and to avoid being overheard, he also used a "physical thod," covering the phone's microphone manually.
"311" is the United States non-ergency municipal service line, which can be regarded as a powerful supplent to the 911 system, mainly dealing with non-ergency events, including water and electricity, traffic, roads, sanitation, and a series of living issues.
The most crucial part is, it can link up all governnt departnts.
The call first played an official recorded response, and when the operator connected, Gu Ji quickly made up his experience half true half false, emphasizing that after leaving ho he discovered that prank props were switched to a real remote-controlled bomb halfway, couldn't make calls on the phone, possibly damaged by terrorists, so he could only request police assistance through 311.
These few sentences may seem simple.
But once the matter escalates, the FBI, especially experienced agents like Jillian and Jamie involved with dostic security intelligence, could easily sniff out the special points in the report, and through road surveillance, identify people Baron had contact with on the way.
anwhile, since Gu Ji stated he personally discovered the bomb, it doesn't involve anti-terror intelligence interception, making it difficult to associate it with "7472."
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