Simulation Game: Crisis Management-Chapter 262 - 138: Amphibious Operation (Part 2)

After all, the world's three major trades are: oil, arms, and drugs. The fact that arms ranks second shows just how terrifyingly profitable it is.

But Gu Ji still couldn't understand. The cost of a surgical robot is extremely high, and the expense per operation can be in the tens of thousands. Even if you add various firearms and grenade launchers and sell it as a killing machine for hundreds of thousands of US dollars, would anyone even buy it?

No matter how powerful a surgical robot is, at most it's equivalent to a soldier with good marksmanship, plus it's fearless of death.

Yet the cost of training such a soldier definitely wouldn't exceed hundreds of thousands of US dollars.

Moreover, unlike humans, robots do not understand tactical coordination. Wouldn't a terrorist organization buying dozens at once be a huge waste?

After extensive investigation, Gu Ji still hadn't found any remarkable effect these killing robots had on the battlefield.

Just as he was about to give up, a piece of information suddenly flashed through his mind:

The modified versions of the AR-15 used by the security personnel!

He entered the name of the weapon dealer he saw at the time into the search engine, which immediately displayed numerous entries about Blue Arrow, officially American Blue Arrow Firearms Manufacturing Company, specializing in military and civilian firearms modifications and production, under the PM Arms Group.

"Finally, I've caught their tail..."

Gu Ji clicked his tongue as he looked at the information on the screen.

This time he finally found evidence of Volut and PM colluding together. Although this doesn't prove much, in such a sensitive case as a terrorist bombing, all parties involved in illegal arms trading would attract a lot of attention. No one would escape without consequences.

Now it's up to the FBI!

With a certain satisfaction of "watching from the sidelines," Gu Ji lay back down in bed.

Meanwhile, in New York, United States.

Jillian and Jamie were busy at the Naval Criminal Investigative Service confirming Sauva's criminal evidence and searching for accomplices of the thugs: McLean. Unexpectedly, a call from a division detective nearly made her explode on the spot:

"What did you say? The person's gone?"

"Yes, ma'am, in the time it took to go to the bathroom, he disappeared. I was guarding outside the whole time, and later the surveillance showed he came out of the restroom and left through the main door..."

"Damn it! I told you repeatedly to watch him closely!"

Jillian clenched the phone, her forehead veins bulging in anger, "While he's not far! Send someone to find him immediately! Hurry!"

After hanging up.

A hint of self-blame flashed across Jamie's stoic face:

"Baron escaped? With his counter-surveillance skills, we should have assigned someone more professional to watch him!"

"He's not a suspect, and besides, at the Times Square attack site, he cooperated with our work well. Damn it, I was careless!"

Jillian bit her lip and handed the phone to Jamie, "You take care of things here, I have to go find that kid!"

After saying this, she ran out the door without looking back.

Manhattan Riverfront Luxury Apartment Building.

Inside a high-end river-view suite, a man in a white hoodie and black shorts was basking in New York's vibrant morning sunshine, walking on an automatic treadmill on the open balcony.

Beside him, a blonde in a rainbow bikini, sucking on a juice straw, was twisting her legs, doing her best to seduce the man in front of her.

At this moment, a phone rang.

The man pulled out a black military-grade, three-proof phone from his pocket, and an angry voice came from the receiver:

"Damn it! The explosion at Volut's New York branch has had a huge impact on the company, especially that witness called Baron. I heard he just escaped from the FBI division. The higher-ups mean he must be eliminated before the judicial department gets evidence, and this job is yours!"

"Understood."

The man's voice was low and cold. After the call was disconnected, he dialed another number: "Get ready, we're meeting in fifteen minutes."

With that, he stopped the treadmill.

The blonde hurriedly got up and hugged the man from behind, trying to be coy, "Didn't you say we'd enjoy a romantic day together? Why are you leaving so soon..."

"Something came up."

The man pinched the blonde's wrist and glanced back at her. In his reddish-brown eyes, there was a mix of coldness and desire. And more strangely, even though he was inside his private apartment, he wore a black hood covering his face completely.

It was Cohen!

...

An entire day passed.

Jillian mobilized seven or eight agents from the FBI division and over a dozen police cars from New York State Police, but they still couldn't find Baron. Moreover, this capture couldn't be publicly announced.

On one hand, Baron had already given his statement about the bombing, so he had technically completed his cooperation;

On the other hand, the major media outlets were all watching this case, having seen the FBI bring the kid into the division. If the media found out they had lost him, recalling the morning's multiple blunders, it would clearly tell the public: FBI and the state police are a bunch of incompetent fools!

"Damn it, a perfectly good lead just got cut off like that..."

Jillian had just sensed a lead on the "code: 7472" team from Baron, but now with him gone, if he was indeed connected to that mysterious team, it would be much harder to find him again.

As she regretted her oversight, her phone rang. It was Jamie.

"Did you find him?" 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

"No."

"Come back to the division, there's important information regarding Baron's mysterious mine!"

Upon hearing the latter part, Jillian's eyes instantly brightened. After arranging for her subordinates to continue the search, she quickly drove back to the division building.

And just as she entered the door, a yellow-green military Hummer drove into the division, stopping at the entrance.

The car door opened, and two men, one middle-aged and one young, wearing yellow camouflage combat uniforms, carrying files, quickly entered the division.

FBI Technical Investigation Room.

Jillian pushed the door open and walked in. Jamie was inside with a white coat-wearing forensic expert, and on the table in front of them were the mysterious mine fragments and short needles collected from the Volut Research and Development Center firefight scene earlier.

"Just in time, take a look at this!"

Jamie handed over the document.

Jillian took it and saw it was filled with numerous test data: "The surface extract from the mine fragment is a photon crystal material compound coating, which has advanced optical reflection properties, mainly used in military optical camouflage fields; the metal needle's extract contains a synthetic special amine derivative, with a hallucinogen component 780 times stronger than LSD... so high?"

"Now you understand why those people got shot in the head by Baron?"

Jamie said sternly, "Once the human body is infected with this hallucinogen, it rapidly falls into severe mental confusion, the whole person in a manic state, with almost no ability to resist!"

"How did Baron get such strange weapons, could it be..."

A flash of shock passed through Jillian's eyes as she instinctively wanted to mention the 7472 team.

But unexpectedly, Jamie shook his head.

"Not necessarily. Blake searched through laboratory records and found that this special amine hallucinogen first appeared in the Japan and South Korea region, belonging to a Japanese Yakuza organization!"

"Gang organization?"

Jillian was utterly confused upon hearing this. Never had she thought such advanced weapons could involve the Yakuza. But soon, she understood Jamie's underlying implication, "You suspect... Baron might be a Japanese spy?"

"I..."

Just as Jamie was about to elaborate further, the identification room door was suddenly pushed open, and a slightly chubby black senior detective hurriedly rushed in with two military personnel.

"Jillian, Jamie, put the Saflo Baron matter aside for now. The military is taking over this case."

The black senior detective was the deputy director of the FBI New York Division.

After speaking, without waiting for Jillian to respond, one of the young military men stepped forward and flashed his ID:

"DIA!"