Chapter 901 - 405: Mysterious Tunnel_2

Chapter 901: Chapter 405: Mysterious Tunnel_2

[C. Take Zhuang Feng hostage;]

As expected.

The trigger mechanism was exactly the same as the Glory Stage with Brazil.

Only if Gu Ji "tested it with his own body" and personally triggered the main storyline related to the black-tech item could he receive a system prompt.

The three options still represented three different directions.

Although he really wanted to go into the mine tunnel and see what was inside that was worth Mossad and Shalam going to such lengths.

But compared to his own curiosity, everyone’s lives were obviously more important.

Going into the mine tunnel right now would be like walking into a trap to be picked off at leisure.

And if he chose the last option, once he did it, it would basically mean tearing up all pretense with the state; but from the look on Zhuang Feng’s face just now when he mentioned Shalam entering the tunnel, it was more than enough to prove this guy clearly knew a lot of secrets.

"Everyone, pull back, now!"

Gu Ji decisively chose option A.

[You have obtained Situational Awareness Specialization (Perfect)!]

Orange [Situational Awareness Specialization (Perfect)]: Increases situational awareness by 52%, boosts environmental reading by 47.8%, sensory information intake by 44%, shortens information processing time by 59%, and enhances dynamic visual high-speed capture by 38%;

Eagle Eye: When the player is in a dangerous environment, activating this skill allows them to instantly identify the current object or enemy posing the greatest threat to the player, and has a certain chance of locating a breakthrough point; duration 5 seconds.

Using this skill consumes a certain amount of physical energy.

As the orange light descended, Gu Ji suddenly felt his senses sharpen dramatically.

It was like the autopilot system on a smart car.

His eyes were cameras, his hearing was radar.

Countless pieces of information from all around poured straight into the logical left hemisphere of his brain, were processed by high-compute-capacity neurons, then fed back to higher psychological function regions, and finally executed as decisions.

"This imprint boosts me way too much..."

Gu Ji immediately felt that the visual imprint he’d drawn earlier wasn’t that great anymore.

At the moment they rushed out of the house, Zhou Yang and Zhao Hua’s voices finally came through their tactical headsets.

"Zzz... Gu Ji, Mr. Liu, are you out yet!"

"The extremists have already rushed up to halfway up the slope!"

"We’re out! Observation, find a way to block them!"

Gu Ji looked back at the slope opposite the village and saw no car lights, but he could hear a chorus of engine roars and the sound of tires crushing through scrub.

Looked like these terrorists had also learned to drive with their lights off.

"Okay, I’ll think of someth... da-da-da!"

"Observation, what was that sound?!"

Gu Ji vaguely heard gunfire in the background behind Zhao Hua’s voice; his face changed, and he shouted urgently, "Zhou Yang! Zhao Hua!"

"Our comms have been cut off!"

"Gu Ji, there’s gunfire on the opposite slope, we’re surrounded!"

Gao Bo and Liu Weijun both cried out in succession.

The next second, a sharp mosquito-like whine came from above, and a dark shadow streaked at high speed to a position right over their heads.

"It’s a recon drone, the signal jamming must be its doing!"

Gong Qingyong looked up, raised his rifle and fired, but the distance was too great; several short bursts all missed.

"Fssst—!"

"RPG!!"

In the darkness, a tongue of flame flickered.

Someone shouted first, and everyone dove toward the surrounding houses to take cover.

With a swish, the rocket slammed into where Gu Ji had just been, and the ground erupted with a thunderous boom.

Before they could get back up.

Countless bullets, like a torrential downpour, came slanting down from the distant slope.

With that rate of fire and stability, it was definitely a light machine gun!

"There are too many of them. We’ve got to either take out that drone or break out of the jamming envelope; only then can Miliburn request CAS—close air support—otherwise we’re all dying here!"

Gu Ji rolled and scrambled across the ground, dodging the machine-gun sweep, shouting to his teammates.

"What are you thinking?"

Gong Qingyong fired probing shots back as he asked.

"Here’s the plan, Mr. Gong: you lead everyone to break out on the west side. I’ll go alone to the southwest slope to link up with the Observation Group. It’s just three of them—two snipers and a technical SWAT; without command they can’t发挥 their edge in close quarters."

"You’re going alone? That’s way too risky!"

Gong Qingyong’s eyelid twitched.

With comms cut, pitch darkness, and extremists all around, this kid actually dared to move alone—his nerve was insane.

"Gu Ji, I’ll go with you!"

Hunkered behind a wall, Gao Bo heard them and hurriedly slung his rifle, ready to move over.

But as soon as he stepped out, a string of bullets drove him back.

"No need. It’s only six hundred meters; I’ll be back fast. The north side is Shalam’s main axis of advance—you’re already barely holding as is, you can’t spare anyone. Stinger!"

Leaving those last words.

In the darkness, a shadow slipped through the hail of bullets and dove to Gu Ji’s side—it was Stinger.

With the dog’s help, Gao Bo could at least be a little reassured.

Besides, they had no way of stopping Gu Ji’s decision; man and dog had already vanished without looking back, disappearing at the village entrance.

"Woof! Woof-woof!"

Up on the slope, Stinger flashed through scrub and wild grass like lightning, heading straight for the Observation Point at the summit.

"Da-da-da..."

All of a sudden, Gu Ji heard intense gunfire from the left. He called to Stinger once, then dropped flat on the grass and crawled quickly toward the firefight.

"Damn it! There are too many of them!"

"Comms still not back?!"

"No, all bands are being jammed; they’ve got a professional signal jammer on the other side!"

...

Faintly, Gu Ji heard a few familiar voices coming from the woods.

He immediately shouted:

"Zhou Yang! Zhao Hua!"

"I think I heard Gu Ji, back right—Gu Ji! That you?!"

"It’s me! Get ready to pull back, I’ll figure out a way to cover you!"

Gu Ji set up his rifle, went prone, and squeezed the trigger; the round landed just in front of an extremist.

"Gu Ji, Second Squad’s sniper Shuiguan took a hit to the calf covering me and Zhou Yang. We’ll need time to withdraw!"

As soon as Zhao Hua said it.

A burst of machine-gun fire chewed into the dirt mound right in front of Gu Ji.

If he hadn’t been lying on the reverse slope, even with scrub in front of him he’d probably have been shredded.

"Fuck!"

Gu Ji swore, killing intent surging in his eyes, blood-red.

He wasn’t blaming the Second Squad sniper for getting hit at a time like this.

He just couldn’t wrap his head around how Shalam’s terrorists had moved so fast; from the encirclement positions, to comms, to firepower layout, they had them suppressed on almost every front, completely cutting off their escape.

One possibility: there was a tactical expert among Shalam’s core members;

Another: PM Mercenaries were commanding from behind the scenes!

Precisely because of that thought, Gu Ji’s eyes went bloodshot.

"I’ll draw their fire; you fall back northwest, Mr. Gong and the others will pick you up there!"

As soon as he shouted, Gu Ji popped a smoke grenade.

He yanked the SIG Sauer P226 from his waist with his left hand; click—he racked it against his belt to chamber a round, then bolted without looking back.

"Aaah!"

Sprinting full tilt, Gu Ji roared, AK-103 clamped in his armpit, left index finger slamming the P226’s trigger—firing rifle and pistol together.

Bullets hissed through the smoke, sweeping toward the Shalam extremists not far ahead.

The whole point was to draw as much enemy attention as possible.

Only by pulling most of them over could Zhou Yang and the others get Shuiguan out.

"Gu Ji! Gu..."

"Damn! They’re pushing on us!"

"Move, move! Get up there and kill every last one of them!!"

Once he burst out of the smoke, Gu Ji could barely make out what Zhao Hua was shouting anymore; instead, the extremists’ voices grew clearer and clearer.

Shalam would never have imagined someone could assault this fast; it was like a hawk owl diving to strike, thunder and gale.

And odds were they still hadn’t figured out.

Whether it was one man coming at them, or two.