Chapter 812 - 362: Yellow-Grade Item_2

Chapter 812: Chapter 362: Yellow-Grade Item_2

Gu Ji can now be certain.

After the research institute explosion, Dad rushed to join Volut, definitely with a certain purpose.

But it’s too distant to think about these things now.

For now, the priority is to first clear the name of the 7472 unit. Only by successfully dealing with PM Company can we truly strike down Volut.

Looking at the first BCI Virtual Reality Trainer that appeared in the inventory, Gu Ji pondered for a moment and decided not to keep it for himself, but to give it to Jian Na.

Among all the 7472 members at present, she is in the greatest danger.

The Japanese intelligence agency now firmly controls her personal freedom and could abandon her at any moment; by then, even Wa Xueming may not be able to save her in time.

Tefalu Hotel, 12th floor.

In the executive suite.

A beautiful woman dressed in professional attire and wearing low-heeled shoes is organizing her personal belongings in the bedroom. She is Jian Na.

At this moment, she is thinking about how to resolve the current crisis.

Jian Na never expected that the Cabinet Intelligence Investigation Room would bring her to Romania to attend the International Counter-terrorism Summit, as she is neither an intelligence agency personnel nor engaged in counter-terrorism-related work.

In this way, even a fool would know there’s only one reason:

Because she is a member of the 7472 unit!

The Cabinet Intelligence Room wants to use her as a bargaining chip.

Therefore, Jian Na immediately reported the matter to the organization and received a message sent by Wa Xueming through the intranet, but she is still worried about whether Wa Xueming alone can rescue her from the tight security of the Japanese intelligence special services.

"If only I knew more tactical skills, at least I wouldn’t be a burden to the organization..."

Jian Na has even prepared to make a sacrifice, refusing to disclose any information about 7472 to the outside world.

"Hello sir, room service."

At this moment, a hotel cleaner suddenly arrived at the door with a cleaning cart, stopped by the security special services of the Intelligence Room.

After confirming they were here to clean the stains, they received permission from the superior and were allowed in.

"Sorry for the trouble, it’s in my room."

Jian Na made way for the cleaner, as the stains on the carpet were caused by her accidentally spilling a bottle of welcoming red wine.

The cleaner used a professional carpet cleaner and handled it effortlessly in less than ten minutes.

After the person left, the special security guard walked in and sternly rebuked, "The Director General is about to attend the banquet and specifically instructed that you can only stay in this room. Any problems must be reported to me first!"

"Understood."

Jian Na slammed the bedroom door shut.

As a renowned epidemiology expert in the Housheng Province Health and Labor Ministry, she is now being treated like a prisoner.

Suppressing her anger, she sat at the corner of the bed, ready to take out the phone given to her by Watanabe Yoshi to find a way to rescue herself, only to have her heel hit something under the bed.

Curious, Jian Na bent down to take a look.

She discovered that at some unknown time, a black package had appeared under the bed.

Instinctively, she felt this was probably aid from the 7472 unit.

Sure enough, before she could pick it up, her phone displayed an intranet message.

"BCI Virtual Reality Trainer, this..."

In the evening, after having dinner in the hotel room.

Chen Zhiyu and Shi Zhengmin were still discussing work in the room until 8 PM when Qin Xingfeng returned with Qiao Jianchang.

Exactly, the Director came back, and there was another meeting.

It seems that apart from special police action units, other departments always have endless matters to discuss.

Gu Ji stayed until 11 PM when the meeting finally ended.

Chen Zhiyu, coming out of the presidential suite, glanced at him then returned to her executive room with the female translator, while Shi Zhengmin patted his shoulder with a grin, "Tired, eh? Let’s go, rest early, tomorrow will be even busier!"

Indeed.

What Shi Zhengmin said was right.

At dawn, he was awakened by a call from Qin Xingfeng to conduct an on-site inspection of the venue.

Qi Dasheng and Yan Yao stayed at the hotel to continue security duties.

Gu Ji could only accompany Qin Xingfeng, driving to the Romania National Convention Center in advance for a site check, and when he looked at his wristwatch, it was exactly six o’clock.

In the car, Qin Xingfeng was driving while explaining.

"We have three objectives this time: First, identify potential danger zones; Second, confirm safe escape routes, especially getting familiar with the streets near the conference center; Third, clarify the structure of the passages in the International Convention Center building to prevent any unforeseen circumstances, understood?"

"Understood."

"Memorizing maps" is also one of Gu Ji’s instincts.

Understanding the terrain in advance helps to establish psychological preparedness in emergencies, ensuring timely responses and swift actions.

Even though they already have satellite maps.

Data from a flat view may appear one way, but in reality, it might be different.

The early morning in Bucharest does not seem busy; it appears that Europeans are more accustomed to a slow pace, with not much traffic on the streets.

Upon nearing the International Convention Center, Qin Xingfeng purposely took two extra turns according to the navigation.

Gu Ji recorded all these routes and conjured a 3D model in his mind simultaneously.

Arriving at the front of the exhibition center.

The preparations by the Police Headquarters were timely; the area near the venue had already been cordoned off with isolation lines, guarded by armed police officers.

Upon seeing them stay for over 15 seconds, a chubby Romanian police officer approached to question them.

Qin Xingfeng directly showed his credentials, indicating that he wanted to go inside and inspect the venue.

The chubby officer’s expression turned awkward, explaining in broken English, "Our superiors instructed not to let any outsiders in before the meeting starts to avoid unexpected events unless our Commissioner personally calls..."

"Aren’t those two outsiders?"

While he was arguing with Qin Xingfeng, Gu Ji suddenly raised his hand, pointing at two foreigners walking along the shadows in the square.

One was blonde with blue eyes, and an attractive figure, the other was robust with a square head.

"Um..."

The chubby officer was at a loss for words; it was clear letting in these two people was likely his private decision.

"Looks like I really need to call your superior."

He said, as Qin Xingfeng pulled out his phone, ready to dial.

"No, no, no! I’ll let you in, it’s a minor issue, no need to bother our Commissioner, hahaha..." The chubby officer quickly stopped him with an embarrassed smile.

Inside the front plaza, Qin Xingfeng glanced at those two foreigners and couldn’t help but praise, "Didn’t expect your eyesight to be this sharp."

"I received Special Service Bureau training before participating in the action."

Gu Ji casually came up with an excuse.

The reason he could instantly recognize those two weren’t Romanians was that he knew them.

They were the two FBI special agents seen at Laird Airport and New York checkpoint:

Jillian, Jamie!

Isn’t dealing with such matters typically a job for the CIA?

Even the FBI is called in to intervene in this meeting; it seems that at least the US side is determined to "deal with" the 7472 unit.

Retrieving his gaze, Gu Ji followed Qin Xingfeng into the meeting center.

As the two walked away, Jillian suddenly called out to Jamie, "Do you think those two people are from Japan, South Korea, or Xia Kingdom?"

"Judging from their stride, it’s more likely they’re from Xia Kingdom. It seems countries are not optimistic about this meeting. Jillian, do you think 7472 will really attack this meeting?"

Jamie stared intently at the central meeting venue.

"God! Based on your two encounters with 7472, do you think they’re that kind of group?"

Jillian clearly always believed 7472 was a righteous organization and rolled her eyes, passionately explaining, "If they really wanted to cause panic, a year ago at Laird Airport, Jiang Songyuan wouldn’t have needed to sacrifice himself to thwart PM mercenaries’ attack plot. By comparison, I think PM Company is more like a terrorist organization!"