"40 seconds left..."
Gu Ji raised his wrist and murmured, his eyes scanning the hall. At this moment, the fire alarm was still blaring, and the crowd was still somewhat chaotic, clearly indicating that the emergency handling capabilities of Laird Airport were very poor.
With a mental note, he quickly found Jillian and Jamie sitting side by side on the lounge chair and sat down next to them.
Almost instantly, Jillian straightened her back, moved her buttocks two inches to the other side, creating a distance from Gu Ji. She looked at him with vigilance and a hint of post-disturbance anger.
Gu Ji was unfazed by her gaze and swiftly took a passport out of his pocket: "Former Seoul Metropolitan Police Department KNP868 Special Assault Team, Anti-Hijacking Tactical Command Leader: Jiang Songyuan. Don't ask, just listen, in the next few seconds, a group of terrorists with military-standard weapons will attack the airport."
"Excluding the driver, there are six terrorists and one insider. They understand CQB coordinated operations and have high military skills. I took out one of their insiders and found the airport's structural diagram and tactical markers on his phone."
At this point, he pulled Sam's phone out of his pocket, the screen showing exactly what he just described, along with a very blurry photo of a man with black hair running away with something. The background was near a desolate small town.
Jillian's eyebrows raised.
"Yes, that's me. I captured photos of them massacring civilians with arms dealers. This group of terrorists has lost their humanity, acting with extreme cold-bloodedness and brutality..."
As he spoke, Gu Ji took out his phone, pulling up the photos he initially took in the downstairs office.
Jillian and Jamie were initially surprised and skeptical, but as soon as they saw the photos on his phone, their expressions were instantly replaced by shock, as if they had discovered an earth-shattering secret, and even directly reached out to grab it.
Gu Ji raised his hand and avoided the snatch.
"Where did you get these photos? Do you have clearer ones?"
Jillian's tone was urgent.
"I took them. I have backups, but I need your help now."
Gu Ji didn't expect Jillian's reaction to be so intense.
Combining the previous conversation between Felsen and the police with the Afros, it seemed they were investigating those arms dealers?
Impression-wise, it's usually the Americans who like to meddle globally.
Like the FBI field agents.
"We're just ordinary people, what can we do to help you?"
Nearby, Jamie, always silent, suddenly spoke up, his tone as cold as his square head.
"Jillian, Jamie, I know you're conducting an undercover investigation, and your target is those people I photographed. There's no time left; if you don't want to die or if you want to share intelligence with me, you must help me with all your might!"
Though he guessed most of it, Gu Ji still chose to play the enigmatic role to avoid errors.
Indeed.
As soon as he called out their names, a trace of panic flashed in Jillian's eyes, "How do you know? Who sent you? The Korea Police Headquarters? National Intelligence Service?"
"32 seconds, cooperate? Or die?"
Gu Ji raised his wrist, ignoring their pressing inquiries.
"Cheongwadae?"
"31 seconds."
Seeing that Gu Ji was unmoved, Jillian and Jamie exchanged a glance, seemingly "held hostage" by those photos, and had no choice but to speak: "Tell us, how do we cooperate?"
Gu Ji instantly stood up, "Let's walk and talk, Jamie, take this insider's phone, go to the south side of the check-in area to the federal police office, find a cop named Felsen, show your credentials, and convince them in the fastest way possible to quickly sort their equipment, leave one person to evacuate the crowd, and the rest go downstairs to assist."
"Jillian, come with me downstairs, show your credentials, testify for me, or else those cops and passengers won't easily believe me."
Listening to this baffling arrangement, Jillian immediately objected: "You know we're on a secret mission. We have no enforcement rights in this country. If the outside world and the judiciary know, it not only affects diplomatic relations but could also involve legal breaches, resulting in litigation, and after returning to our country, we'd face punishment from superiors!"
"Besides, aren't you from the Seoul Metropolitan Police Department SWAT team? Why do you need us to prove your identity?"
"I said former! Former! Don't you understand? I'm nothing now!"
Gu Ji shouted, time ticking down to 26 seconds, no time left. As they stood on the second floor's central podium, he took a deep breath and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Everyone, listen up! There is a terrorist attack! Terrorist attack! Terrorist attack!!"
Wow!
Each word was louder than the last, drowning out even the airport's fire alarm.
Perhaps the phrase "terrorist attack" was too sensitive. In an instant, the entire second floor of the airport, the first floor, whether international travelers, domestic travelers, or airport staff, including Jillian beside him, all turned their gaze to Gu Ji.
"Hey! You're talking nonsense..."
Security personnel on the second floor immediately shouted and ran toward him, along with Felsen and the Afro from the federal police office, stepping out to take a look.
Seemingly knowing he had boarded a "pirate ship," Jamie gritted his teeth, took the phone Gu Ji gave him, and blocked the advancing security and police.
Meanwhile, Gu Ji pulled Jillian's hand and quickly ran down the central escalator, yelling as he ran: "There's a terrorist attack! A terrorist attack! Everyone move to the corners and find cover immediately!!"
Jillian was pulled down by him, completely dazed.
But when the federal police surrounded them, to avoid conflict, she had to take out a badge with a gold-engraved seal from her pocket, clearly inscribed with three bold black letters: FBI!
Wow, it really is the Feds.
The FBI's name is quite renowned, causing the faces of the surrounding federal police to become immediately serious, "Is what you're saying true?"
"It's true, my fellow agent is negotiating with your colleagues on the second floor now. You need to evacuate the crowd immediately..."
Jillian was urgently explaining the gravity of the situation to a bearded black policeman.
Meanwhile, Gu Ji randomly grabbed a policeman, "Take me to the police office to get equipment, quick!"
"Uh..."
Unexpectedly, the policeman he shouted at was the same bald uncle who tried to extort him in the checkpoint office before.
"Uh what, hurry! There's no time!"
Gu Ji glanced at the countdown on his watch, with less than 15 seconds remaining.
Upon hearing, the bald policeman hastily led him to the corner of the first floor north side.
Entering the police office, Gu Ji didn't even have time to grab a bulletproof vest; he simply picked up a PM handgun, inserted the magazine, pulled the slide, tucked it into the back of his pants, then grabbed two grenades and stuffed them into his pocket, finally grabbing a Type 56 assault rifle, inserted the magazine, expertly pulling the charging handle with a reverse hand, and turned to dash toward the hall.
The bald policeman was left wide-eyed, while the others scrambled to arm themselves.
"4, 3... Get out of the way! Civilians, move away from the doors!!"
Gu Ji marched toward the central hall, counting down in his mind the last moments of the attack, also reminding the first-floor passengers who were at a loss.
At the same time, on the second floor, it seemed Felsen, convinced by Jamie, rushed down with weapons from the escalator.
"Get down! Get down!"
Gu Ji waved his arms and shouted twice more, his eyes fixed at the entrance: "One!"
Nothing happened.
"Did I actually change the terrorists' attack timeline by triggering the fire alarm?"
He pondered as more policemen equipped themselves and gathered, and among the hiding tourists, the brave ones took out their phones to record.
Seconds ticked away.
Jillian, holding a Type 56 and hiding behind a support column, turned to Gu Ji who was deep in thought: "When are these terrorists you mentioned coming?"
"Wait a little longer, everyone listens to me..."
Just as Gu Ji spoke halfway, the sound of shrieking tires erupted, as a dusty maroon Toyota MPV screeched to a halt in front of the first-floor hall entrance, leaving long black skid marks.
The next moment, the doors swung open with a whoosh.
"Open fire! Open fire! Open fire!!"
Gu Ji instantly roared, raising the Type 56, pressing the trigger down, rattling off bursts of gunfire!!