Chapter 216 Antony Yassen
Anti-terrorism intelligence is the beacon of the entire anti-terrorism strategy, anti-terrorism campaigns, anti-terrorism tactics, and anti-terrorism operations. It is the most effective and direct force in combating terrorist activities and crimes.
80% of intelligence interceptions come from big data collection, which is why the country has been promoting the construction of big data service centers and command centers in each province.
The remaining 20% is obtained through clandestine channels. The United States spends a large amount of money on counter-terrorism every year on this.
The anti-terrorism training Gu Ji received ranged from technical surveillance to close reconnaissance, covering various conventional and unconventional terrorist attack methods.
"It can be regarded as making up for part of my computer skills..."
Satisfied, Gu Ji took out the prepared food from the refrigerator and came to his desk. While eating a beef burger, he opened the US stock market and prepared to see the next stock trend.
That's right.
Considering that the establishment of Unit 7472 cannot be without financial support, Gu Ji thought about whether he could use the "predict the future" function in the game levels to buy some lottery tickets, stocks or cryptocurrency in advance.
In order to verify the feasibility, he selected the hourly trends of several U.S. stocks during the short-term hurdle and secretly noted them down.
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"Ladies and gentlemen, we will provide you with meals and various drinks. I hope you like it. During the meal, please straighten the back of your seat to facilitate the passengers in the back. If you need help, we will be happy to We are at your service at any time, thank you! Throat, Sennongdou..."
In the cabin of flight AM649, an announcement suddenly sounded from the ceiling loudspeaker, and the flight attendant Betty made the announcement in English, Spanish, and Portuguese.
The passengers had just taken off and were still in the excitement of the journey.
At the back of the economy class, a muscular man in a brown-green outdoor shirt, in his fifties or sixties, with slicked back hair and a light brown beard, was looking through the notes in his hand with the other hand. Turn the pen repeatedly.
It was Antony Yassen.
After hearing the meal announcement, he slowly closed his notebook, said "Excuse me" to the sunglasses lady beside him, and immediately got up and opened the luggage compartment above his head.
This time he finished recording a Discovery Channel program and was going to return to his hometown in Brazil to rest for a while.
Yes, Yassen is an outdoor explorer. He served for a while in the Brazilian Army's Jungle Expeditionary Force. After retiring, he transferred to the BOPE SWAT team, the "Skull and Bones" unit famous for combating drug crimes. After being injured while catching a drug dealer, he ended his career as a military police officer and turned to fitness and outdoor adventure.
After being exposed to the Discovery Channel, he often traveled between the United States and Brazil to record various outdoor adventure programs.
And the moment Yasen opened the zipper of his outdoor backpack and stuffed his notebook and pen into it, what he didn't see was that there was a red heart disk and a black telescope hidden under the backpack and notebook.
"Hey Betty, what's for today's meal?"
"Tomato and bacon macaroni, and croissant and ham sandwiches. Mr. Captain, which one do you want?"
"Oh, it's that damn macaroni again, can't we replace these meals that taste like shit!"
"Hahaha, Mr. Captain, I'm afraid you have to report this to the headquarters in person. We little characters can't talk. Corny, send the 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 flight attendant, nervously spread the powder in her hand around the disposable paper lunch box, and then knocked on the cabin door pretending to be nonchalant. "Mr. Captain, your meal..."
In the cabin, after the flight attendants were ready, they began to push the dining car from the beginning to the end to distribute meals and drinks to the passengers.
Come to the back area of the cabin.
The blond stewardess asked proactively.
"Hello sir, we have prepared 7-Up, Coke, orange juice, tomato juice, coffee, tea and water for you. What do you want to drink?"
"gentlemen?"
Just as Yasen was about to speak, his back was suddenly straightened, as if a mechanical bearing was 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 and staring at the stock market last night.
In the first two hours, the stock's hourly chart trend was exactly the same as what he had seen on Guangua's mobile phone. This suddenly aroused his curiosity. If he could really catch this bug, he would soon be in the cryptocurrency market. , using 125 times contract leverage to quickly accumulate tens of millions of wealth.
But as time went by, the stock trend gradually began to deviate.
At first he thought he had remembered it wrong, and because it was too late, Gu Ji felt that his body couldn't bear it any longer, so he fell into bed and fell asleep first.
Come to the computer desk and look at those stocks.
The original expectation in his eyes disappeared instantly.
The later data was completely different from what he remembered from the air-conditioning level. Only a small half of the trends were roughly the same.
"Let me tell you, how could it be possible for me to make money so easily in reality with the money-sucking scheme planned by this game dog..."
Gu Ji took a sip of water and muttered something about the game system.
Joking aside, he still saw some hidden messages in it.
Although it is not certain, it can be inferred from the inability of the level to 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 plot, characters, geographical environment, and climate". As for other stock markets , supermarket discounts, novel updates to which chapter and other events that have nothing to do with the crisis are all blurred.
This information may seem inconsequential, but it actually sheds light on the mechanics behind the game.
It feels to Gu Ji like a graphics card or a CPU. When running a very large AAA 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. As for the light chasing and physical effects, as for the distant scenes of the map that cannot be noticed by human vision, they are not so detailed, and only one layer of texture is used to do it perfunctory.
"Could it be that this game is not invincible, but like a computer, it requires computing power?"
A bold idea suddenly came to Gu Ji's mind.
An intelligence study and judgment often starts with making reasonable assumptions based on existing information.
Although he doesn't have definite evidence yet, judging from the various clues revealed in "Crisis Management Game", it does look like some kind of simulator game running on a computer.
only.
Maybe a supercomputer running a real-life crisis simulator!
Putting away his distracting thoughts, he calculated the time. After one night, the crash of flight AM649 should have just ended. He clicked on the web page and started to search for information about AM649, but found very few results.
Only then did Gu Ji realize that foreign flights are often the first to be fermented on the Internet.
Fortunately, he has a ghost server, so he doesn't have to worry about Gao Bo's borrowed ladder and Little Bluebird account, otherwise this kid would have scolded him for being "ignorant".
really.
The topic "AM649" is already trending on Little Bluebird.
Because this incident involved more than 100 passengers, it was a major air crash and caused a lot of sensation and attention.
【God! Why punish these kind people like this! 】
[Have you noticed that there have been many disasters this year? First, an African airport was attacked, then a virus outbreak broke out on a Japanese cruise ship, then a bomb attack in New York, and a flood in India. Could it be that the world was going to be destroyed? 】
[Perhaps the time predicted by the Mayan is not 2012, but 2024! 】
[I have just contacted my friends on the flight. They said that the US-Mexico joint police force has taken action and is escorting them to Mexico City! 】
[Thank God for saving these lost children. 】
[When Terry and I learned the news, we felt very sad. We immediately contacted the TSA and FBI through all our connections, and learned that Mr. Yassen is currently fine. Thank God...]
[Antony Yassen was also on that plane? Oh my gosh, he's my favorite guest, I hope he's okay! 】
The last few messages caught Gu Ji's attention.
Only then did he discover that the character "Yasen" he possessed this time was actually a relatively famous TV show guest. Although he was not as popular as Bei Ye and De Ye, he was popular in the Americas and The European region has still gained many solid fans.
"Retired from the Jungle Expeditionary Force, the 5th Tactical Company of the BOPE Special Police Force, and a consultant to the Police Dog Unit, it turns out he is from the same family!"
Gu Ji browsed the personal information of "Yasen" and did not expect that the two of them had the same occupation. In fact, he speculated from the beginning that this guy probably had military service experience, because he accidentally discovered that there was a tattoo on Yasen's right shoulder. A tattoo of a skull pierced by a saber. This kind of tattoo was often left behind by early soldiers.
"This guy probably could have figured out a way to get rid of the two terrorist hijackers on the plane without me taking command."
This was his first time seeing such a strong game character.
In terms of survival fighting in the wild jungle and police dog training, this "Old Yasen" is even better than him!
I still have a lot to learn...
Close the notebook.
Turn on the screen.
In the purple bus, Riddle glanced at the contents on the computer, then secretly looked at it before returning to his seat. Yassen's back could not help but shudder.
He couldn't figure out where this old guy got this information.
FBI agent? Or someone from the CIA?
But he spoke Spanish like his native language. Could it be that he was from the Mexican Intelligence Center?
He scratched his head angrily, really not sure what Yasen's purpose was.
In fact.
Even Yassen himself couldn't figure out why this happened.
His eyes full of vicissitudes of life were staring blankly at Bolton reporting to the airline the cause of the "double engine failure" failure of flight AM649. In fact, he was secretly thinking about the entire process of the air crash.
for sure.
He and the co-pilot in front of him completed the emergency landing of passenger plane AM649;
He cooperated with the Torreon National Guard in Mexico to rescue the flight hostages.
On the surface, this is fine.
Crash land the plane, find the hijackers, and rescue the hostages.
Yassen has a sense of justice and is willing to punish evil and promote good. If he faces such an air crash again, he will stand up and do what he can, just like he does now.
But, is this really what he wants to do?
Yassen turned his head and glanced at the black-haired flight attendant beside him and Riddle in a suit sitting behind him.
He didn't know these two people at all, and it could even be said that he had never met them before taking this flight, but he just wanted to understand and track down these people.
the most important is.
Yassen doesn’t understand airplanes at all.
The army he serves is the Brazilian Jungle Expeditionary Force. He basically stays in the Amazon rainforest all year round, cooperating with French foreign mercenaries to perform various military tasks, such as ownership of gold mines, border disputes with client countries, strategic material storage, etc.
Even when he was later transferred to the Skulls, he was always responsible for tactical assaults and arresting drug dealers, and he had never been exposed to aviation.
"There is only one possibility. I have been drugged and trained secretly."
When Yassen was a soldier, he had heard that the military intelligence organization had many special psychotropic drugs, such as truth serum and the like. It was not difficult to get one or two sleeping drugs to make him temporarily forget certain things.
Including when he later carried out the arrest operation in Skull, he also heard from Brazilian drug dealers that a drug called "Paradise" was popular in East Asia, which could satisfy all spiritual desires of people and make them become slaves of desire.
Even the "brain-computer interface", remote control, etc. that are now popular on the Internet.
"No matter what method is used, it is definitely not a few people or an ordinary organization that can do this quietly. Maybe that person can solve some mysteries for me."
Yassen's eyelids twitched slightly and he looked at Riddle again.
He knew that this guy definitely had some secrets hidden in him that he hadn't told yet.
At nine o'clock in the evening in Mexico, the motorcade successfully arrived in the capital: Mexico City, and drove all the way from outside the city into a luxury hotel in the city center.
At the entrance of the hotel, heavily armed National Guardsmen were strictly guarding security around the hotel.
People from Copa Airlines were waiting at the door early in the morning to greet the passengers in the bus.
"When can we leave here?"
"Our company is negotiating with the Mexican Aviation Administration to arrange flights for everyone. Before that, please take a short rest in the hotel. There is no need to worry about safety."
"Damn it, I just want to get out of this country!"
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The passengers complained, but they were exhausted physically and mentally after a whole day of escaping, so they finally entered the hotel half-heartedly.
When checking in, Yassen paid special attention to Riddle's room number.
After entering your room.
Putting down his backpack, Yassen sat on the bed, raised his wrist, and waited silently for five minutes. After deducing that everyone was already lying on the bed to rest, he got up and prepared to go to Riddle to ask for details.
But just when he walked to the door.
Boom, boom, boom!
There was a knock on the door, and Yasen's eyes turned cold. The plane crash made his nerves tense. He picked up a red wine corkscrew from the table, instinctively put it against the wall, and moved to the door step by step, "Who? ?”