At the mont Gu Ji heard the ga notification, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
The xico air crash, in terms of urgency, was no less than the social security levels of the New York bomb checkpoint and Laird Airport checkpoint. Gu Ji’s nerves were too tense, with successive crises, thoughts, and battles, making his heart constantly suppress two completely opposite desires: physiological fear and a murderous urge.
His consciousness began to gradually detach from Yasen’s body.
Dusk spread like a gray net, quietly covering the entire land. Two Black Hawk helicopters hovered above his head, with crossed giant searchlights sweeping over the purple HVT bus protected by the US-xico Joint Forces, rolling with dust and driving on a deserted highway.
The heartbeat BGM, similar to that in "Border Killer" when heading to Valledi, spread tensely.
[Ultimate Objective: Prevent the AM649 flight air crash (resolved)]★★★
[Drug Dealers Killed: 8]☆
[Flight Civilian Fatalities: 4]☆
[Hidden Objective: Discover the AM649 flight crash truth (completed)]☆☆☆
[Deaths Loaded: 2 tis]☆
[Total Ti Used: 14 hours 13 minutes 21 seconds]☆
[Settlent as Follows: Total ★★★★☆☆; Evaluation: Perfect!]
[You have gained 37.6 Crisis Points]
[You have obtained Blue Mark Chest Lv2 (level specific)*2, Blue Item Chest Lv2 (level specific)*2!]
[You have completed the highest difficulty of the local level, unlocking the "Crisis Managent Ga" Glory DLC!]
Gu Ji had long guessed that the level reward settlent would be related to the number of drug dealers killed, but he tried, and still couldn’t rely on this to farm points.
Real combat is very different from gas, especially in such extraordinary urban cri-level modern warfare.
Snipers, machine gunners, rocket launchers, grenades.
Each one is a grim reaper for a single soldier.
Being able to survive unscathed under a barrage of bullets is already a blessing, unless he switched his assault command position with that of a machine gunner or heavy arms handler, perhaps he could kill more, but he might also die faster.
Although he didn’t score much more, it was almost the sa as the previous level.
But he learned a lot from this air crash level, especially in battle command, benefited by the expansion of knowledge and thinking from a military infiltration seal, and tactical specialization mark, and the on-site militarized combat teaching by Miliburn, greatly enriching his tactical handling capabilities in field battles.
So, even if this level gave him no rewards, it has already been worth the price of admission.
The text dissipated, and before Gu Ji’s eyes, the savannah of the forced landing of flight AM649 began to refresh, with Panama Airlines and the xico Civil Aviation Authority, police and others sealing off the scene of the aircraft, disassembling the black box to investigate the accident;
In the forest of the last shootout, the drug dealers returned after leaving.
The blonde guy, with the remaining subordinates, lifelessly moved the bodies of boss Alemann and their companions, one by one onto the back of an ard pickup truck. Upon seeing the first wave of attacks, the inexplicable death of the drug dealers on the hillside, the blonde guy approached the bodies actively, carefully observing the poisonous needles stuck in their cheeks.
Bolton, Betty, Riddle, Salih, Miliburn...
All the companions who fought side by side flashed before him like a revolving lantern. Ultimately, Gu Ji, groggy, returned to Yasen’s body. He opened his eyes, seeing Bolton anxiously contacting the Panama Airlines accident investigation departnt on the phone, laying out their complete analysis.
At this mont, out of the corner of his eye, Gu Ji spotted the black-haired flight attendant.
After hearing the content of Bolton’s chat, her expression beca extrely tense, her face sowhat pale, eavesdropping while unconsciously biting her nails, tightening up like a bandage all over when ntioning "the captain was poisoned."
If not mistaken, she should be the FAT flight attendant from first class.
And it was her responsibility to deliver the cockpit’s lunch.
Gu Ji wanted to remind Bolton, but the words wouldn’t co out, and his head grew dizzier until both eyes completely plunged into darkness...
[Congratulations on clearing the level!]
"Hoo-hah..."
Gu Ji suddenly woke up startled from bed, looking at the ti on his wrist, 10:23 PM, only more than twenty minutes had passed. According to a ti difference of 35 tis, there’s still over an hour before the AM649 flight air crash.
He first used his mind to open the ga interface.
The update notice inford him of the latest DLC expansion, wondering what ga mode this will bring this ti.
The next second, accompanied by a BGM resembling Overwatch’s "Victory," Gu Ji’s pitch-black room instantly lit up.
Having the experience of the first DLC update, he wasn’t as nervous this ti, yet the instantaneous scene transition still caused a visual dizziness and a sense of weightlessness, making his body feel a similar bladder twinge as from a plane crash.
A barren African town, where suddenly fierce gunfire erupted in the streets and alleys, anti-governnt militants riding shabby Toyota pickups, wielding rusty AK-56s, swaggered and fired into the sky, yet no one around paid attention to this.
Only a few remaining African figures on the street, like zombies, stumbled at the edges of the alleys.
Gu Ji locked onto the perspective of an elderly African among them, whose skin looked shriveled and peeling like it was dehydrated, with a bloody yellow drool hanging from the corner of his mouth.
When the elderly African turned into the alley, a horrific scene unfolded:
The alley was densely packed with countless Africans, dead or alive unknown. They were male and female; young and old; terrifyingly pale, with clothes, ground covered in vomit and excretions, so of whom were already covered in white cloth.
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