Has it been 20 minutes already?
Gu Ji's eyes widened, staring intently at the floating lines of text before him.
It seems that each completed objective comes with a reward.
White [Strength Boost (Small)]: Increases total strength limit by 9%, raises the number of white muscle fibers by 13%.
White [First Aid Injection (×1)]: Contains a dose of morphine pain relief injection and sulfa mixed dressing, can quickly relieve pain, stop bleeding, and save from trauma shock.
All valuable items.
Gu Ji glanced down at the wound on his left waist; the bandage was completely soaked red, and with the watch's glow, he could see a small bright red reflection on the metal pipe below him.
"Drip."
Another drop fell onto it.
It's blood!
During the thrilling escape just now, he had disregarded the pain, causing the wound to tear open again, leading to more severe bleeding.
The dizziness, weakness, and even shock caused by blood loss far outweighed the 9% strength limit bonus benefit.
The result was clear.
Given his current state, the second option was more crucial.
"I can only wait to complete the new objectives and see if there are any better rewards."
With a thought, Gu Ji chose the [First Aid Injection (×1)].
As with the first round of choices, the text dissipated, and the option transformed into a beam of white light that landed before him, turning into a white syringe. Simultaneously, a new prompt appeared:
[New Objective: Find the important person, Jillian Foster!]
"Jillian? Who is that...?"
Great.
No guidance, no photo.
They didn't even specify if it's male or female, old or young.
This is the so-called important person?
The most critical part is that Gu Ji is currently unable to take care of himself, let alone find someone named Jillian.
He decided to deal with his injury first.
Picking up the first aid injection, the syringe contained 15mg of morphine hydrochloride injection, the most widely used potent analgesic globally. Morphine has excellent pain-relief effects, fast absorption, and long-lasting efficacy, especially for battlefield trauma, surgery, and burns, but it has significant side effects and can easily lead to addiction or even toxic death if overdosed.
Gu Ji directly stabbed the needle into his buttocks and pushed it all the way in.
Pulling it out, he removed the plunger and broke it.
Inside was a pale-yellow powder, primarily composed of sulfa crystalline powder, an antibiotic commonly used for hemostatic dressing to prevent wound infection and promote healing.
Gu Ji removed the bandage, sprinkled the powder around the wound, and tightly wrapped it again.
Whether it was psychological or the painkiller taking effect quickly, he felt the pain wasn't as severe as before.
After dealing with the wound, he began to contemplate the new objective.
Since it's called "Crisis Management Game," the core of the game must be "how to handle crises," and the tasks should be set around it. Hence, this "Lydia" might be one of the key elements to solve this crisis.
"Looks like I have to go to the second floor."
Gu Ji had just witnessed the devastation on the first floor of the airport, with minimal chances of survival. Although the second floor is currently extremely dangerous, the objective points there, and he has to follow the game's rules; merely escaping alone is not an option.
He plucked a strand of hair, used the airflow, and quickly found the central ventilation shaft.
The ventilation shaft was an exposed concrete structure, connecting all the ventilation pipes on the first and second floors. At the top was a huge exhaust fan drawing air upwards, similarly secured by thick iron grill, making a loud rumbling noise.
After studying it for a moment, Gu Ji felt that his initial plan to "escape through the exhaust fan" was somewhat naive. Such massive equipment would be difficult to dismantle without professional tools.
Wiping off hand sweat and blood plasma on his trouser leg, he gripped his Type 56-2 assault rifle and stretched out both legs, stepping onto the steel ladder of the ventilation shaft, beginning his climb upward.
The upward airflow billowed his floral shirt and hair, making his eyes blur.
Fortunately, the morphine started to take effect, and without the pain interference, Gu Ji maintained a steady grip.
Reaching the second floor, there were numerous ventilation duct openings split into left and right sides; now he had to rely on luck and chose a duct on the left side.
Crawling forward for more than ten meters, a few gunshots suddenly startled him.
"Seems like it's not far to the right."
Gu Ji carefully approached a nearby intake opening, peeking through a gap, vaguely seeing two bandits around a group of crouched and head-hugging tourists at a boarding gate. One was wearing a black hood, seemingly inspecting items, while the other, a bald, tattooed bandit, was firing at the crowd for fun, killing for entertainment!
"Truly inhumane!"
He cursed silently, a fierce look in his eyes, and the index finger of his right hand couldn't help but want to pull the trigger. Even if he was a police academy student, any ordinary person witnessing such evil would find it impossible to turn a blind eye!
But amidst the interval of gunfire bursts.
He seemed to hear some faint movements behind him.
Someone!
Gu Ji's spine went cold, and his heart was gripped by shock. In an instant, he grabbed the Type 56-2 rifle, rose to his feet, and aimed. As he turned, that strange yet familiar system prompt sounded in his mind again:
[Jillian Foster is dead, target search failed!]
[Random punishment in progress...]
[Your round of target selection reward is deducted!]
What!?
The moment the sound rang out, it gave him almost no time to react. Suddenly, a sharp pain from the gunshot wound on his left waist surged through him, and blood instantly seeped through the bandage, as if the previous treatment was all an illusion.
Gu Ji's eyes filled with pain, and his arms holding the gun trembled uncontrollably.
At this moment, around the corner of the ventilation duct not far away, a cold metal gun barrel suddenly cut in, spitting out a series of fire bursts, dada dada dada!
Gunfire!
"Shit!"
Gu Ji's eyes were red with fury; the excruciating pain crippled him, leaving him no choice but to pull the trigger in place, frantically firing back at the flashes.
Countless bullets seemed like iron rain, interweaving in the narrow ventilation duct, tearing through the metal, one striking his left arm as if a sledgehammer had slammed down hard!
Thud!
Blood spurted, flesh splattered, exposing white bones.
Gu Ji was covered in blood, his pale face twisted with madness, yet he recklessly kept firing with one arm.
Live or die, with no retreat!
If I'm going down, I'm taking one with me!
But in the next moment, bang—! It felt like a truck rammed into him, a tremendous crash sounded as the entire ceiling collapsed, and Gu Ji fell from a height like a kite with its string cut, crashing heavily to the ground with his lower body shattered, full of bullet holes.
Shotgun!
"Cough... gah..."
He lay on the tiles, uncontrollably coughing up bloody foam, in the murky blood-stained vision, black military boots approached with a stomp, stomp, it's the thugs, yet he couldn't even move a finger.
Gradually, a warm current flowed through his body, Gu Ji's vision went dark, and he finally lost all consciousness.
...
...
"Ding ding ding~ Ladies and gentlemen, good afternoon, Ethiopian Airlines flight CA981 to Gold is now open for boarding procedures. Please have your luggage and tickets ready and proceed to Ethiopian Airlines counter number 2. Thank you!"
"The Ethiopian Media Authority reports: Since April 7, the armed conflict in Graves State has displaced millions of civilians. The local warfare is escalating, drawing significant international attention."
"There are new developments in the Amu Tribe tragedy, reportedly the government disclosed the incident might be related to armed groups involved in ethnic conflict. It's one of the deadliest attacks in the country in recent years..."
Addis Ababa, the capital of Ethiopia, Old Delle International Airport.
On the first-floor lobby entrance, many people were lined up for security checks at the door. Inside the lobby, some were busy exchanging their tickets at the check-in counter, some were watching the flight information display, while others were seated browsing news on their phones.
Not far from the first-floor security check entrance, there was a small security office, less than ten square meters.
"Huff! Ha..." Gu Ji suddenly awoke, gasping for air, blood, thugs, the cold barrel of a gun, countless images flashed through his mind like a movie, making his head throb with pain.
Am I dead?
Or am I back in the dorm?
"Sir! Sir?"
Suddenly, it seemed like someone was calling out beside him.
Struggling to open his eyes, three black men in blue-black uniforms with red lanyards were standing in front of him.
Gu Ji was stunned for a moment, quickly glancing at his left arm, feeling his left waist, then checking other parts of his body, finding no damage at all. Finally, he turned his head in confusion, surveying the surroundings.
This was clearly not his dorm, but the shabby air-conditioned security office he had just crossed over to.
Familiar desk arrangements.
Familiar people.
Including that bald policeman, still sitting indifferently behind the office desk, playing with his phone.
What exactly is going on?
"Sir, you look very unwell. Are you feeling unwell? Do you need us to call a doctor for you?" The black female supervisor seemed somewhat afraid of taking responsibility, politely asked.
Gu Ji didn't answer.
"Sir?"
The female supervisor asked again, "Sir, if there's nothing wrong, please cooperate and open your backpack. If you don't cooperate, we will have to check it ourselves!"
Before he could respond, two young black men stepped forward, rudely unzipping his backpack, their behavior exactly the same as before!
[Crisis event begins!]
[Please choose your initial reward.]
[Agility Boost (Small)]or[Dinner Knife (×1)]