Chapter 852 - 381: The Terrifying Power of the Explosion (Minor Revision)

Chapter 852: Chapter 381: The Terrifying Power of the Explosion (Minor Revision)

Their main responsibility is to maintain domestic order and monitor hostile domestic forces.

Compared to traditional police, they are quite different, not only are they the direct troops of Iran’s supreme leader, but also mostly formed by clerics.

With firm beliefs, the Revolutionary Guard has a fearless and ruthless spirit, mainly responsible for participating in the most dangerous operations, including combating drug crimes, quelling riots, and counter-terrorism attacks.

"Screech—!"

Accompanied by a harsh metal friction sound, the train gradually stopped at the platform.

Just when everyone was wondering why there were so many heavily armed police and Revolutionary Guard members gathered at the station, the train’s loudspeaker suddenly broadcast the conductor’s voice:

"Attention all passengers, the train is temporarily out of service due to an anomaly in maintenance, we deeply apologize, please patiently wait and disembark in an orderly fashion, we will assist you with free ticket refunds or exchanges."

"Damn, why sudden maintenance?"

"Isn’t this a waste of time? I still have a meeting to attend later!"

"Even the Revolutionary Guard is deployed, I’m afraid it’s more than just maintenance..."

For a moment, passengers in the carriage stood up and complained.

But some people were aware that it wasn’t as simple as it seemed.

Seeing the platform surrounded and blocked, a man in a suit shrank his arms, full of fear, afraid that these police were coming for him.

In no time at all.

The passengers saw through the window that in the direction of the train head, an old man in a black robe with white hair and a beard was escorted by several security personnel into a special vehicle prepared by the police.

"That person looks a bit like Ghabari?"

"Yes! I was wondering why so many police were gathered at the platform, turns out they were here to welcome Mr. Ghabari!"

"Oh my god! I remember the news said that the great Mr. Ghabari was supposed to take a special convoy to Tehran to attend an important international conference, I didn’t expect him to be on the same train with us!"

"No way, I have to tell my friends about this good news..."

All the passengers in the carriage were excited about the appearance of this VIP.

Gu Ji never expected that the target required by the mission turned out to be the VIP figure at the train head.

Even Claudie stretched his neck, looking out the window and saying: "Ah Ming, I never thought we would meet Ghabari, he’s truly a legendary figure!"

He immediately took out his phone and checked for information on "Ghabari."

Not knowing is not knowing, once checked, it was quite shocking.

It turns out, Ghabari is the father of Iran’s modern national defense military industry, whose led the development of stealth fighter jets: Conqueror 313, stealth drone: Witness 171, and drone carrier system, significantly enhancing Iran’s air force and navy combat capabilities.

Precisely because Iran has made significant breakthroughs in "black technology fields" such as drone carriers and stealth machines, its military industry capabilities surpass those of the Middle East powers, becoming the undisputed dominant power of the Middle East.

It is no exaggeration to say.

Without Ghabari, there would be no Iran’s military industry as it is today.

No wonder his security is so tight, such an important person indeed requires special protection.

And for him to abandon the special convoy midway and choose to travel with regular passengers on a soft train is likely a move to cover his tracks, preventing an assassination attempt by "those with intentions."

After all, it was just five years ago, Iran’s top intelligence official had died in a suicide drone attack.

As the saying goes, "a fall into the pit, a gain in your wit," it’s estimated that Iran’s security agencies have silently changed their previous procedures.

Gu Ji pondered secretly in his heart.

Could this train explosion be an assassination attempt by some force against "Ghabari"?

In the process of his thinking, Ghabari had already boarded the special vehicle ready to leave, and then it would be the ordinary passengers’ turn to disembark.

Seeing the target person leave the train’s explosion zone, Gu Ji also let out a half-sigh of relief.

He glanced at his backpack, thinking that the police and Revolutionary Guard would definitely conduct a fresh security check, so he temporarily gave up and walked step-by-step towards the train exit with Claudie along with the crowd.

Everything was just as he anticipated.

After getting off the train, the station’s exit was set with several checkpoints by the Iranian police department, where passengers had to queue up and undergo pat-downs and item checks by the police.

The Revolutionary Guard, holding SCAR imitation versions of Iran’s new tactical rifles, stood vigilantly near the checkpoints, monitoring everyone.

"9:08, 9:09..."

Gu Ji raised his wrist, silently counting down to the explosion, while looking back at the train tracks.

He wanted to see what the source of the explosion was.

Unfortunately, instead of finding the explosion source, a train was heading their way from downtown Tehran.

"9:15!"

Gu Ji counted the last second, looking up into the distance.

The train rushing toward them suddenly burst into a blinding white light, and in the next moment, with a deafening explosion, a massive shockwave carrying a searing fire swept across the entire platform.

Instantly, firelight shot everywhere on the platform, and all the windows of the platform building shattered with "boom boom boom" sounds, and passengers and police, covered in blood, fell over like autumn wheat being harvested.

"Ah—!"

"Help! Can anyone save me!"

"Wuuu..."

The scene was in chaos, and Gu Ji was in immense pain, feeling like a shattered porcelain, full of cracks.

In a daze, he vaguely saw billowing thick smoke.

Most passengers’ clothes were burned by the fire wave, some died on the spot, while others laid in the debris groaning in twisted postures.

Even more terrifying was that people closest to the shockwave were directly blown apart, dismembered, with some limbs burned into charcoal.

Gu Ji turned his eyes, just in time to see the body of the red-nosed conductor, Kafu, hung on the grille columns of the station exit gate, burned into a charred corpse, incomplete.

[Objective: Ensure Ghabari survives the disaster failed!]

[Random penalty being applied...]

The task failure notification sounded as expected.

But Gu Ji’s consciousness was gradually fading, with his lungs filled with dense smoke, wanting to cough but his throat filled with an endless metallic taste, all blood.

Finally, darkness completely enveloped him...

[Please choose your death restart point!]

In the blink of an eye, Gu Ji found himself in a chaotic void.

His consciousness instinctively took a deep breath, finally coming back to his senses from the intense pain.

Inconceivable, what kind of explosive device could possess such terrifying power?

Based on the information he visually assessed.

The explosion source should have been the train from Tehran city center, yet when the blinding light burst, the train was at least 300 meters from the station.

In the blink of an eye, the shockwave and heatwave swept onto the platform.

Countless casualties.

This indicated that the explosion’s damage radius was at least more than 300 meters.

Mind you, our country’s Scud missile B, with 0.86 tons of explosives, has a damage radius of only 150 meters, while the United States’ "Genie" air-to-air missile, with 1,500 tons of combined explosive, has a blast radius barely reaching 300 meters.

Gu Ji couldn’t imagine, exactly what level of explosive could unleash such terrifying power.

Could it be, this explosion was indeed an assassination attempt against "Ghabari"?

And how was it connected to the main story arcs?

"It seems the key to passing is shifting to the explosion’s cause!"

Gu Ji pondered for a moment, choosing the save point of the first death before the system’s countdown completed.

In the next second, a blinding white light suddenly illuminated the darkness.

He instinctively closed his eyes, and upon reopening them, found himself back in the train carriage.

"Kuz kuz..."

Gu Ji was slightly taken aback, surveying the surroundings, finally confirming he had returned to the first round, and the current time point he was in was before the train was about to arrive at the station, checking for suspicious persons in the carriage.

"Crap! Only five minutes left before the explosion happens!"

He suddenly realized and urgently ran towards the direction of the train head.

The third carriage.

The familiar stout Persian man, the familiar warning words.

Gu Ji had no time to circle around with them and directly reminded: "Inform Ghabari immediately that he will face the most terrifying explosion attack in history!"

"How do you know this!!"

Hearing Ghabari’s name, the stout Persian man became completely flustered.

Mind you, their capital operation this time was of the highest secrecy, yet this young man before him easily revealed it.

He hurriedly reported to his superiors.

A few seconds later, the iron door was suddenly pulled open from inside, revealing the security chief, the triangular face, Hasha: "Who exactly are you!"