Simulation Game: Crisis Management

"Three, two, one!"

As Gu Ji shouted the final command, Gao Bo decisively kicked open the wooden door with a bang, and it swung open.

Liu Weijun at position two immediately rushed in with his gun raised.

Just as Gu Ji was about to follow as position three, his ear twitched instinctively: "There's movement!"

As he shouted, he also clicked the tactical flashlight attached beneath his MP5.

Liu Weijun was just raising his gun when the strong light from behind flashed inside, and he noticed a simulated hostage target springing up.

"Hostage spotted!"

"Confirm identity, follow up from the rear."

Gu Ji pinched his arm lightly from behind.

Liu Weijun understood it as a signal that he could proceed, but he was somewhat puzzled by the phrase "confirm identity." It was a fixed simulated target; why would it need confirmation?

Still, he clicked the tactical flashlight again for a second confirmation of the head pattern on the humanoid metal target, "Hostage identity confirmed."

Inside the tactical monitoring room.

The special police officers could hardly believe their ears. Their necks stiffened, expressions full of shock.

A brawny special officer awkwardly scratched his head and chuckled:

"We lost out at this point because we didn't expect a hostage target right after entering the door; our first shot injured it, adding 15 seconds."

"No, Gu Ji must have given the wrong order. If even simulated targets need identity confirmation, that's just too detailed..."

A female special officer from Shenzhou couldn't help but speak up.

On the screen, Gu Ji and his team had already entered the room completely.

"BNVD31."

He spoke while reaching to activate the magnetic night vision on his tactical helmet.

The remaining five members followed suit.

Because the light in the room was too dim, night vision was more convenient and quicker than a tactical flashlight for "fast clearing."

This BNVD31 model was the same one used by the Dianyun Special Police Team captain during the capture of Shao Liang, a performance-strong domestic low-light night vision frequently purchased by many special police teams.

With clear image quality, lightweight, compact size, a single battery offering 15 hours of life, an automatic gate-controlled low-light image intensifier resistant to strong light interference, it turns off when flipped up and turns on when folded down; it's easy to use.

The only drawback, due to physical limitations, is its visual angle of only about 40 degrees.

If you want a wider view, you'd need to go for a four-eyed one.

The moment the night vision was put on, the scene turned to monochrome gray-white, the whole room brightened, although there were some noise, it was far superior to the naked eye's direct view.

"Gao Bo, prepare to breach! Three, two, one!"

Bam!

"Enemy spotted directly ahead!"

A moment after Gao Bo kicked open the second wooden door, he raised his gun and pulled the trigger. After two rapid shots, Liu Weijun followed quickly with a side step, swiftly scanning right for threats.

After Gu Ji breached, he fired another round at the hostile target hit by Gao Bo.

Follow-up shot?

Upon seeing this.

Everyone finally understood; earlier orders were not wrong. Gu Ji is truly a detail fanatic, even shooting a simulated metal target required a follow-up shot, utterly meticulous.

It's known that even though Flying Tiger's CQBH criminal targets are advanced with paintball launchers, they are sensitive; any external pressure automatically knocks them down. There's simply no need for extra shots, unless there's a special training requirement.

Li Yaoguang from Shenzhou couldn't help but grin:

"My God, has Ningzhou Special Police Team training become so strict now, requiring 100% realistic conduct even in simulations?"

Standing at the forefront, Fan Baixiang's eyelids twitched slightly, pupils dilating, an extremely complex expression on his face.

To be honest.

Even Flying Tiger's simulated training doesn't adhere to real combat standards, yet scenes from 2014 instinctively arose in his mind.

He was then leading Flying Tiger's assault A-team during the capture of bandit king Ji Tianxiong.

Due to a sustained high-intensity mission along with losing a long-time friend during action, after returning to training, his demeanor toward training targets mirrored that of Gu Ji on screen almost perfectly:

Confirm, follow-up shot.

Only after experiencing brutal battles and feeling pain does one forever remember the lessons.

His teammates even had a huge argument with him about it, and police psychology assessments eventually deemed him unfit to continue as captain, gradually transitioning him to the role of superintendent.

This inland kid in front of him is much like a replica of his former self.

Regular involvement in high-intensity capture operations maintains constant high alert; relaxing vigilance may cost lives in the next mission.

Gu Ji moved like a cautious cat, hugging the wall.

Arriving at the central wooden door.

Gao Bo made a gesture of his left hand to his ear, indicating movement behind the door.

Instantly, Gu Ji visualized the room's layout, forming his left hand in a bowl shape over his eyes, pointing to the right.

Liu Weijun understood, retrieving a concussion bomb from his waist, ready.

As Gu Ji's finger reached the last point, Gao Bo kicked open the door, and Liu Weijun adeptly tossed the concussion bomb inside along the crack.

With a "boom" sound, Gao Bo and Liu Weijun instantly dashed inside, instinctively splitting to either side, dealing with a hostile target at the doorway.

"Numerous enemies ahead!"

"Prepare to engage!"

Gu Ji shouted as Zhou Yang quickly entered, the quick reaction mechanism prompting him to swiftly target the hostile target dead ahead with precision shots.

The entire area resembled a vast warehouse filled with wooden crates, with metal targets of hostiles periodically peeking out from behind to shoot, presenting airborne moving targets. It was countless times more challenging than before.