From childhood to adulthood, Gu Ji has played not a thousand, but at least eight hundred games.
But this "Crisis Management Game," he would call it:
The King of Microtransactions!
The system could have just taken things directly, but instead, it gives you one upgrade.
With 6.4 crisis points left, he spent 5 points to light up all the basic skills in the research system in the fields of Natural Disasters, Accidents, and Public Safety, and raised Gun Mastery to level 2. This way, no matter what type of level comes next, he would have enough confidence to handle it. As for the remaining points, he saved them to open a treasure chest.
The three basic knowledge skills, like his "Police Tactical Action Disposal," are all maxed out at level 1.
This time, there was no damned waiting time.
The moment Gu Ji lit up his skills, a massive flood of knowledge fragments burst into his mind, crowding together, taking him over a minute to fully digest.
When he opened his eyes again, he quickly locked onto the power strip on the big brother's bed in the dorm room. Another power strip was connected to it, leading up to the top bunk of roommate number four.
Improper power strip connections;
Unplugged charging devices.
Because the dorm's power outlets with three holes were insufficient, many students would use multiple power strips to charge their phones while lying in bed, leading to potential risks of electrical leaks, short circuits, and fires.
He also noticed that roommate number four's power strip was continuously charging a power bank.
Gu Ji walked over and touched the plug and the power bank, noticeably feeling the heat.
"I'm exhausted!"
At that moment, the dorm door was suddenly pushed open. Several short-haired young men dressed in training outfits and casual shirts squeezed in. The one who spoke, tall with a buzz cut and distinct features, was their roommate number four: Li Zongxuan.
"Yo, you two came back pretty early, have you eaten?"
"Yes, we did."
Gu Ji replied and casually pointed at the power strip, "Brother Four, your power bank is too hot. Summer temperatures in Ningzhou are high, and I was afraid that the prolonged heat would cause a fire, so I was about to unplug it for you."
Li Zongxuan was slightly taken aback, touched it, and hissed from the heat, "Wow, it's really that hot…"
"It's been almost 40 degrees in Ningzhou these days, and the training center is hellishly hot. Gu Ji's right, be careful. If you need to charge, do it at the desk; blankets don't dissipate heat."
Roommate number one, Jiang Hao, sat on the lower bunk and casually wiped the sweat from his forehead.
"You're so attentive."
Li Zongxuan patted Gu Ji's shoulder and immediately unplugged the power bank.
Gu Ji just smiled.
He usually didn't pay much attention to such details, but after digesting the "Accident Disaster Emergency Handling" skill, he could easily spot safety hazards in the dormitory.
Not only that.
Fire prevention, flood and earthquake rescue, hazardous chemicals safety, workplace safety hazards, infectious disease prevention, sanitation resource allocation, global mainstream firearms usage, intermediate shooting techniques, and many other knowledge systems seemed to be deeply ingrained in his mind as if he were born with them, as solid as the "Police Tactical Action Disposal" he'd studied for four years.
In just one minute, he saved many people three to four years of time and effort.
Gu Ji suddenly thought of the recent online buzz about the "brain-machine interface" topic. If this technology were to succeed, with the human brain connected to computers, would people be able to learn anything just by "copy-pasting," like he can now?
He had a faint premonition that the developers behind this "Crisis Management Game" are anything but simple!
After three rounds of life-resetting high-intensity anti-terror operations and the extensive research into the game enhancements, Gu Ji was quite exhausted.
Anyway, there's still a long time before the next level.
He flopped onto his bed.
Just as he was about to close his eyes, a head popped down from the top bunk—Gao Bo, "No way, you're sleeping already? Did you check the WeChat group? Mr. Fang just sent out our graduation exercise topics for the Special Police Academy. You, me, Xuan, and the big brother were all assigned to the second session: Hostage Rescue in the Murder House."
"We're part of the first session, Bus Hostage Rescue."
Half-lying on the bed by the window was roommate number three, looking fair and clean, replying with his phone in hand.
As graduation approaches, the instructors from various departments choose students to perform at the graduation ceremony.
Unlike ordinary programs of singing and dancing, the Special Police specialty is the ace major of Ningzhou Police Academy, and the school takes it very seriously. Every year, it takes the spotlight, serving to promote the academy, not shying away from spending heavily to create professional practice scenarios and inviting provincial and city police leaders to observe.
Gradually, this graduation exercise has become the best opportunity for students from the Special Police Academy to make a name for themselves before entering the force, and everyone takes it very seriously!
Gao Bo wiggled his eyebrows, breaking into a mischievous smile with the expression of an oily middle-aged man trying to flirt with a young girl, "Why don't we play a few rounds of Rainbow Six and practice our teamwork first?"
Gu Ji, with his eyes closed, waved his hand, "You guys go ahead, I'm really too tired today, going to sleep first."
"Alright then, Xuan, bro, second bro, let's play!"
After Gao Bo got off the bed and in the midst of their tense "battle," Gu Ji's awareness became increasingly heavy, eventually falling into a deep sleep.
Meanwhile.
Ethiopia, Laird International Airport.
The time was just past noon, and the scorching sun overhead was particularly blinding.
As the old capital international airport, the road conditions here were visibly more barren than the newly built Addis Ababa Bole International Airport in the south of the city. However, many shuttle vehicles still frequented the entrance to the airport lobby.
"Aish, sister, I told you, this time I've caught a huge scoop. Once I edit and publish it when I get back home, it'll definitely be a hit on the internet. Then, I'll become South Korea's hottest war photographer, showing dad and mom my true capabilities!"
In the yellow-green Toyota taxi's back seat, an Asian with a light yellow maple leaf shirt, a man bun, and speckled stubble of gray and black, was holding his phone, looking confident.
A pleasant woman's voice came through the phone: "Brother, please stop fooling around. I've been reading the news these days, and Ethiopia is not very peaceful. Come back to the office immediately. Your brother and I are swamped, so it would be great if you could lend a hand."
"Aish… what help? Running errands?"
Upon hearing this, the man with the man bun became irritated. Just as the vehicle stopped at the airport lobby entrance, he quickly pulled out a few Bills from his pocket and tossed them to the driver before hastily getting out, "No more talking, sister. I'm busy catching a flight, with a bunch of troublesome matters chasing me."
After hanging up, he muttered "Aish" again, then walked straight into the airport entrance.
After finally passing through the security at the entrance and just as he was about to retrieve his backpack, a group of security personnel in black clothing approached him, blocking his way.
The lead African female supervisor smiled and said, "Sir, we have some concerns about the items in your backpack. Please come with us for further inspection."
The man with the man bun was slightly stunned and replied in broken English, "Is there a problem?"
"Sir, please cooperate, it's just a routine check,"
The female supervisor reiterated.
Looking at his watch, he had no choice but to follow the female supervisor and her team to the office.
The office was quite simple, with only filing cabinets, a sofa, and a white desk, behind which a middle-aged balding man was playing on his phone.
"Sir, please cooperate and open your backpack."
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