Simulation Game: Crisis Management-Chapter 101 - 86: Made a Name for Myself

Chapter 101: Chapter 86: Made a Name for Myself
Mr. Bai squinted his triangular eyes but said nothing.
The scar-faced man beside him raised an eyebrow and nodded at Mr. Bai, whispering, "This guy does know tactics, like..."
Halfway through the sentence, the security iron door at the entrance suddenly swung open, with the sound of gunfire constantly pouring in from outside.
"Mr. Bai, Qi Liran’s people have breached!"
Sixth Master with the long hair retreated into the room, back against the door, shouting while firing a few shots over his shoulder.
The remaining high-ranking members of the Jinyuan Group scrambled to their feet in panic at the news.
Seeing this, Mr. Bai had no time to dwell on details.
"Don’t worry, I’m Bai Maoliang, not so easily defeated. Don’t forget, I’ve got my son’s troops holding the line outside!"
These words served to both reassure and establish authority amidst the panic.
It was as if he was telling these high-ranking members in plain terms: the Bai Family also has troops, there’s no need to fear these warlords. After all, in the Kokang Region, the warlords are fragmented, and not all troops are under a single command. To possess a battalion-sized force is already quite impressive.
"Everyone, grab your weapons and get ready to annihilate these bastards!"
The scar-faced man raised his Type 56 submachine gun, and the dozen or so henchmen around him immediately shouted in agreement.
In terms of numbers.
There was roughly a three-to-one disadvantage.
Fortunately, their weapons were adequate, with nearly everyone armed. There were six automatic rifles, seven pistols, and Gu Ji even spotted two round green objects at the scar-faced man’s waist, U.S. M67 grenades!
Gu Ji quickly stopped him.
"Brother Scarface, my gun is running low on bullets. Do you have any extra ammo?"
"Yu, give them a few magazines."
The scar-faced man glanced at him, realizing they needed all hands on deck now, finally calling over one of his henchmen.
The henchman threw down a backpack, which contained several magazines and boxes of bullets, apparently packed in a hurry.
Gu Ji selected a box of 9mm Parabellum pistol rounds, about 50 of them, and another box of Type 54 pistol rounds with 60 rounds, split between Pan Xinli and Chaojun.
The remaining Yang Dong, Ding Le, and others, unable to use guns or fight, could only hide with Mr. Bai in the corner.
The three moved to the other side, near the security door at the stairwell.
Gu Ji loaded rounds while studying the terrain, pointing to a support pillar ahead on the right for Pan Xinli to guard.
Chaojun looked around, seeing no one nearby, and moved over to whisper.
"Your tactical analysis earlier doesn’t seem like something from Myawaddy."
Of course not.
It’s a Ningzhou Police Academy special police tactical method.
It’s just that outsiders rarely notice it, and he hadn’t revealed any signature terminology, unless...
An insider?!
Gu Ji carefully watched Chaojun’s eyes, but didn’t observe the investigative sharpness like Jillian’s. Instead, it was all slyness and deceit, like Duan Yihong portraying a villain.
Reflecting on the contrasting actions.
Chaojun indeed had many issues; unlike Pan Xinli, who was only interested in internal struggles, Chaojun had initially been obsequious to Dahai, insisting on returning to the country with Mr. Shao.
But after Dahai’s betrayal, he shifted his focus to the Bai Family’s upper ranks.
Implying that his target wasn’t people, but...
Intelligence and clues?
Chaojun might be an undercover cop or an informant.
Gu Ji felt this hypothesis was more reliable since anyone working undercover shouldn’t emit too many police vibes, which would explain Chaojun’s undisguised disdain for the warlords’ "wanton killing of innocents."
After all, he wasn’t a bad guy at heart.
In hindsight, the two prior beatings were both Chaojun’s doing, the first to stop Dahai from firing, and the second to replace Hui.
Unlike lethal blows from desperados, every blow from Chaojun landed on fleshy areas.
Deltoid muscles of the shoulders, trapezius muscles of the neck, and the gluteus maximus.
Yet, having reached this conclusion, Gu Ji still chose not to converse with Chaojun, simply stating coldly, "Turn off the lights, prepare for combat!"
Chaojun’s eyes flickered, seeing no response, he quietly backed away.
The Bai Family had only fifteen or sixteen henchmen left, split into two groups; one led by Kai and Sixth Master guarding the left door, the way Gu Ji and his team arrived.
The right door was controlled by Scarface and his men, with Gu Ji and his team mixed in the area.
Thud, thud...
His ears twitched instinctively, hearing footfalls outside the security door, deducing the enemy had likely gathered on the stairwell platform, signaling Chaojun and Pan Xinli with a glance.
The next moment.
Bang!
The iron security door suddenly rumbled, Scarface raising his Type 56, pulling the trigger, "Fire!"
Instantly, all the henchmen raised their guns and opened fire.
Gu Ji only fired a single shot in cooperation, then stopped.
"Conserve ammunition."
He reminded the two.
The building was isolated from the outside world, with limited ammunition, so they couldn’t afford waste, realizing the sound earlier was a test by the enemy.
"Stop!"
Scarface also knew the ammo situation was tight.
The whole iron security door was riddled with bullet holes, some henchmen seemingly proud of their "work."
But as they were about to reload, "click," the lock turned, followed by a violent kick opening the door.
"Fire!" Gu Ji’s gun was quicker than his voice. As he shouted the command, his Myanmar-made Glock 17 and High-Power Flashlight burst in a flash, already firing at the crack of the opening door.