Counter-terrorism intelligence is the beacon of the entire anti-terrorism strategy, anti-terrorism campaign, anti-terrorism tactics and anti-terrorism operations, and is the most effective and direct force in combating terrorist activities and crimes.

80% of intelligence interception comes from big data collection, which is why the state has been promoting the construction of big data service centers and command centers in various provinces.

The remaining 20 percent is obtained through secret channels, and the United States spends a lot of money every year on counter-terrorism.

The set of counter-terrorism training that Gu Ji has obtained, from technical monitoring to close reconnaissance, covers all kinds of conventional and unconventional terrorist attack methods.

"It can be regarded as making up for some of my computer technology ......"

Gu Ji took out the prepared food from the refrigerator with satisfaction, came to the desk, and opened the U.S. stock market while nibbling on a beef burger, ready to see the next stock trend.

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That's right.

Considering that the establishment of Unit 7472 could not be without financial support, Gu Ji thought about whether he could use the "Predict the Future" function in the game level to buy some lottery tickets, stocks or cryptocurrencies in advance.

In order to verify the feasibility, he picked the hourly line of a few U.S. stocks in the air crash level and secretly wrote them down.

……

"Ladies and gentlemen, we will provide you with meals and a variety of drinks, we hope you enjoy it, during the meal, please straighten the seat backs for the convenience of passengers in the back row, if you need help, we are happy to be there for you, thank you!" Throat, Mori Bean......"

In the cabin of flight AM649, the loudspeaker on the roof suddenly sounded, and the purser Betty broadcast it in English, Spanish, and Portuguese.

The passengers had just taken off and were still in the excitement and excitement of the journey.

At the back of the economy class, a sturdy uncle in a brown-green outdoor shirt, fifty or sixty years old, combing his back and a light brown beard, was looking through the notes in his hand, and the other hand was turning the pen repeatedly.

It was Anthony Yasen.

After hearing the meal announcement, he slowly closed his notebook, said "excuse me" to the aunt with sunglasses beside him, and then got up to hit the luggage compartment above his head.

This time, he finished recording the Discovery Channel and was about to return to his hometown in Brazil to take a break.

Yes, Yasin is an outdoor explorer who served for a time in the Brazilian Army's jungle expeditionary force, and after retiring from the army, he joined the Bope SWAT team, the "skull" unit known for fighting drug crimes, and after being injured in a drug arrest operation, he ended his military and police career to pursue fitness and outdoor adventures.

After coming into contact with the Discovery Channel, he traveled frequently between the United States and Brazil, recording various outdoor adventure shows.

And at the moment when Yasen unzipped his outdoor backpack and stuffed the notebook and pen into his hand, what he didn't see was that there was a red heart disc and a black telescope hidden under the schoolbag notebook.

"Hey, Betty, what's your meal today?"

"Tomato, bacon, macaroni, croissant and ham sandwich, which one do you want, Mr. Captain?"

"Oh, it's abominable macaroni again, can't you replace these-tasting meals!"

"Hehehe, Mr. Captain, I'm afraid it's up to you to react to the headquarters in person, we little characters can't speak, Connie, send food to the captain."

"Okay, purser."

At this time, a black-haired flight attendant took out a piece of macaroni from the dining car, turned her back to the purser, nervously applied the powder in her hand around the disposable paper lunch box, and then knocked on the cabin door as if nothing happened, "Mr. Captain, your meal ......"

In the cabin, the flight attendants began to push the dining cart to distribute meals and drinks to passengers from the beginning to the end.

Come to the rear area of the cabin.

The blonde stewardess took the initiative to ask.

"Hello sir, we have prepared 7-up, cola, orange juice, tomato juice, coffee, tea and water for you, what do you need to drink?"

"Sir?"

Yasen was about to speak, but his back was suddenly straightened, as if a mechanical bearing had been installed.

In an instant, his eyes immediately changed and became extremely cold.

"Huha......"

Gu Ji opened his sleepy eyes and reached out to rub his eyelids.

He was very tired from staying up all night staring at stocks last night.

In the first two hours, the hourly chart of the stock moved exactly the same as the pattern he saw on the mobile phone at the level, which aroused his curiosity, if he could really catch this bug, then he would soon use 125 times contract leverage in the cryptocurrency market, quickly accumulate tens of millions of wealth.

But over time, the trend of the stock gradually began to deviate.

At first, he thought that he had misremembered, and the time was too late, Gu Ji felt that his body was a little unbearable, so he fell into bed and fell asleep first.

I went to the computer desk and opened the stocks to take a look.

The original expectation in his eyes faded in an instant.

The later data is completely different from what he remembered in the air crash level, only a small half of the trend is about the same.

"I'll just say, with the money-making routine planned by this game dog, how can I make money so easily in reality......

Gu Ji took a sip of water, and muttered a few words about the game system in his mouth.

Jokes aside, he still saw some hidden messages in them.

Although it is uncertain, it can be inferred from the fact that the level cannot accurately predict the stock market chart, whether all the energy of "Crisis Management Game" is only focused on the key factors of "crisis events, main lines, characters, geographical environment, and climate", and as for other stock markets, supermarket discounts, updates to chapters and other events that are not related to the crisis, they are all modular.

This information may seem inconsequential, but it actually provides insight into the mechanics behind the game.

It gives Gu Ji the feeling that it is like a graphics card, a CPU, when running a super-large 3A game, in order to maximize performance and reduce power consumption, the graphics card will only render the main area of the screen in real time, what ray tracing, physical animation, as for the distant picture of the map that human vision can't notice, it is not so fine, only a layer of texture perfunctory.

"Could it be that this game is not invincible, but like a computer, it needs to eat computing power?"

Gu Ji suddenly had a bold idea in his heart.

An intelligence assessment often begins with reasonable assumptions based on available information.

Although he doesn't have any definite evidence in his hands right now, judging by the clues that "The Crisis Management Game" has revealed, it does look like some kind of simulator game running on a computer.

Merely.

Probably a real-life crisis simulator run by a supercomputer!

Put away the distractions, calculate the time, a night has passed, the crash of flight AM649 should be just over, he clicked on the webpage and began to query information about AM649, and the results were few.

Gu Ji only then reacted that foreign flights are often the first to ferment on the Internet.

Fortunately, he has a ghost server, so he doesn't have to worry about Gao Bo borrowing a ladder and a little blue bird account, otherwise this kid should spray him "without control".

Really.

There is already a hot topic of "am649" on the little blue bird.

Because this incident involved more than 100 passengers, it was a major air crash, and it caused a lot of sensation and attention.

[God! Why punish this group of good people so much! 】

[Have you noticed that there are many disasters this year, first the African airport was attacked, then the outbreak of virus infection on the Dongying cruise ship, then the bomb attack in New York, and the flood in India, should it be the destruction of the world, right? 】

[Maybe the time of Maya's prophecy is not 2012, but 2024!] 】

[I've just contacted my friends on the flight, and they say that the U.S.-Mexico Joint Police Force is escorting them to Mexico City!] 】

Thank God for saving these lost children. 】

[When Terry and I learned the news, we felt very sad, and we immediately inquired about TSA and FBI through all relationships, and learned that Mr. Yasen is all right now, thank God......]

[Antone Yasin was also on that plane?] Oh my God, he's my favorite guest, and I hope he's safe! 】

The last few messages caught Gu Ji's attention.

Only then did he find out that the character "Yasen" he possessed this time was still a relatively famous TV show guest, although it was not as popular as Bei Ye and De Ye, but he still gained a lot of solid fans in the Americas and Europe.

"The Fifth Tactical Company of the Jungle Expeditionary Force and the Bope Special Police Force has been retired, and the advisor of the Police Dog Unit is the original family!"

Gu Ji browsed through the personal information of "Yasen", but he didn't expect that the two were still in the same profession, in fact, he speculated from the beginning that this guy probably had military experience, because he had accidentally found that Yasen's right shoulder was tattooed with a skull tattoo pierced by a saber, which was often left by early GIs.

"This guy probably can't figure out how to deal with the two terrorist hijackers on the plane without my command."

It was the first time he had seen such a strong game character.

In the wild jungle survival battles, as well as police dog training, this "old Yasen" is even stronger than him!

There's still a lot to learn......

Close the notebook.

Open the screen.

Inside the purple bus, Riddle glanced at the contents of the computer, and then secretly looked back at his seat, Yasen's back, and couldn't help but shudder.

He couldn't figure out where the old guy had gotten all this news.

FBI Special Service? Or the CIA's people?

But he speaks Spanish as well as his native language, could it be that he is from the Mexican Intelligence Center?

He scratched his head in a rage, really not knowing what Yasen's purpose was.

In fact.

Even Yasin himself couldn't figure out why this was happening.

His eyes full of vicissitudes of life were staring at Bolton's report to the airline about the cause of the "double failure" failure of Flight AM649, but in fact, he was secretly thinking about the whole process of the air crash.

Be sure.

He and the co-pilot in front of him completed the forced landing of the AM649 passenger plane;

He cooperated with the National Guard of Torreón, Mexico, to rescue the flight hostages.

On the face of it, there's nothing wrong with that.

Crash landings, search for hijackers, rescue hostages.

Yasin has a sense of justice and is also willing to punish evil and promote good, if he faces such a plane crash again, he will also stand up and do what he can like now.

It's just that all this in front of him is really what he wants to do?

Yasin turned his head, and his eyes swept to the black-haired stewardess beside him, and Riddle, who was sitting in the back, in a suit.

He didn't know these two people at all, and he could even say that he had never seen them before this flight, but he just wanted to know about tracking down these people.

Most importantly.

Yasin didn't understand airplanes at all.

He served in the Brazilian Jungle Expeditionary Force, which spent most of the year in the Amazon rainforest, cooperating with French foreign mercenaries to carry out various military tasks, such as the ownership of gold mines, border disputes between subject countries, and the storage of strategic materials.

Even when he was later transferred to the Skull, he has always been in charge of tactical assault and arresting drug dealers, and has never been exposed to aviation flights.

"There is only one possibility, I have been drugged and secretly trained."

When Yasin was in the army, he had heard that the military intelligence organization had a lot of special psychotropic drugs, such as truth-spitting pills and the like, and it was not difficult to get one or two sleeping drugs to make him forget certain things for a while.

Even when he later carried out the arrest operation at the skull, he also heard Brazilian drug dealers talk about a drug called "paradise" that is popular in East Asia, which can satisfy all people's spiritual desires and make them slaves of desires.

Even the "brain-computer interface" that is now popular on the Internet, remote control and so on.

"No matter what method is used, it is not a few people or ordinary organizations that can do this quietly, maybe that person will solve some mysteries for me."

Yasen's eyelids twitched slightly, and he looked at Riddle again.

He knew that there was definitely some secret hidden in this guy that he hadn't told.

At 9 p.m. in the evening, the convoy successfully arrived in Mexico City, the capital, and drove all the way from outside the city to in front of a luxury hotel in the city center.

At the entrance of the hotel, the heavily armed National Guard is strictly guarding the security around the hotel.

Copa Airlines people were waiting at the gate early in the morning to pick up the passengers in the bus.

"When the hell are we going to get out of here!"

"Our company is negotiating with the Mexican Aviation Authority to speed up flight arrangements for you, and before that, please take a break in the hotel and don't worry about safety."

"Damn, I just want to get out of this country as soon as possible!"

……

The passengers complained, but they were already physically and mentally exhausted after a long day of escaping, and finally entered the hotel half-pushed and half-on-place.

When checking in, Yasin made a point of paying attention to Del's room number.

After entering your room.

Putting down his backpack, Yasin sat on the bed, raised his wrist, and waited silently for five minutes, deducing that everyone had already rested on the bed, and then got up and prepared to ask Riddle for clarification.

But just as he walked to the door.

Winter, winter, winter!

There was a knock on the door, Yasen's eyes were cold, the air crash made him nervous, he picked up a bottle of red wine from the table, instinctively stuck to the wall, and moved to the door step by step, "Who?" ”