Chapter 216 Antonyasen
Chapter 216 Antoine Yassen
Counter-terrorism intelligence is the beacon of the entire counter-terrorism strategy, counter-terrorism campaign, counter-terrorism tactics, and counter-terrorism operations, and is the most effective and direct force in combating terrorist crimes.
80% of intelligence interception comes from big data collection, which is why the country has been promoting the construction of big data service centers and command centers in various provinces.
The remaining 20% is obtained through secret channels, and the large amount of money the United States spends on counter-terrorism every year is invested in this.
The set of counter-terrorism training that Gu Ji received, from technical monitoring to close reconnaissance, covers various conventional and unconventional terrorist attack methods.
"It can be regarded as making up for part of my computer technology..."
Gu Ji took out the prepared food from the refrigerator with satisfaction, came to the desk, and while gnawing on 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 the 7472 unit cannot be without financial support, Gu Ji wondered 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 selected the hourly trends of several US stocks in the air crash level and secretly wrote them down.
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"Ladies and gentlemen, we will provide you with meals and various drinks. I hope you will like them. During the meal, please adjust the seat backs to facilitate the passengers in the back row. If you need help, we are happy to serve you at any time. Thank you! Hou La, Sen Nong Dou Na…"
In the cabin of AM649 flight, the ceiling loudspeaker suddenly sounded a broadcast, and the flight attendant Betty broadcast it in English, Spanish, and Portuguese respectively.
The passengers had just taken off and were still excited and excited about the journey.
At the back of the economy class, a sturdy uncle in his fifties or sixties wearing a brown-green outdoor shirt, with a slicked-back hair and a light brown beard, was flipping through the notes in his hand, and his other hand repeatedly turned the pen.
It was Antoné Yassen.
After hearing the meal announcement, he slowly closed his notebook, said "excuse me" to the sunglasses lady next to him, and immediately stood up to open the luggage compartment above his head.
This time, he finished recording the Discovery Channel program and was going to return to his hometown in Brazil to rest for a while.
Yes, Yasen is an outdoor explorer. He served in the Brazilian Army Jungle Expeditionary Force for a while. After retiring, he transferred to the BOPE Special Police Team, which is the "Skull Head" force known for its special fight against drug crimes. After being injured in an operation to arrest drug dealers, he ended his military and police career and turned to fitness and outdoor adventures.
After being exposed to the Discovery Channel, he often traveled between the United States and Brazil to record various outdoor adventure programs.
And at the moment when Yasen unzipped his outdoor backpack and stuffed his notebook and pen in, what he didn't see was that there was a red heart disc and a black telescope hidden under the backpack notebook.
"Hey, Betty, what's the meal today?"
"Tomato bacon macaroni, croissant and ham sandwich, which one do you want, Captain?"
"Oh, the damn macaroni again, can't you change these meals that taste like shit!"
"Hehe, Captain, I'm afraid you have to report this to the headquarters in person. We, the little guys, can't have a say. Connie, send the food to the captain."
"Okay, chief stewardess."
At this time, a black-haired stewardess took a portion of macaroni from the dining cart, turned her back to the chief stewardess, nervously smeared the powder in her hand around the disposable paper lunch box, and then knocked on the cabin door as if nothing had happened, "Captain, your meal..."
In the cabin, after the crew stewardesses were ready, they began to push the dining cart to distribute meals and drinks to passengers from both ends.
Came 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 would you like to drink?"
"Sir?"
As Yasen was about to speak, his back was suddenly straightened, as if a mechanical bearing was installed.
Instantly, his eyes changed immediately and became extremely cold.
"Huha..."
Gu Ji opened his sleepy eyes and rubbed his eyelids with his hands.
He was very tired from staying up all night to watch the stocks.
In the first two hours, the hourly chart of the stock was exactly the same as the pattern he saw on the phone at the level. This aroused his curiosity. If he could really catch this bug, he would soon accumulate tens of millions of wealth in the cryptocurrency market by using 125 times the contract leverage.
But as time went on, the trend of the stock gradually began to deviate.
At first, he thought he had remembered it wrong, and it was too late. Gu Ji felt that he couldn't stand it, so he fell into bed and fell asleep first.
He came to the computer desk and flipped through the stocks.
The original expectation in his eyes faded instantly.
The later data was completely different from what he remembered in the plane crash level, and only a small part of the trend was roughly the same.
"I said it, with the money-making routine planned by this game dog, how could I make money so easily in reality..."
Gu Ji drank a sip of water and muttered a few words to curse the game system.
Joking aside, he still saw some hidden information from it.
Although it is not certain, it can be inferred from the fact that the levels cannot accurately predict the stock market chart that the entire energy of "Crisis Management Game" is only focused on the key factors such as "crisis events, main lines, characters, geographical environment, and climate". As for other events unrelated to the crisis, such as the stock market, supermarket discounts, and the chapters of novels updated, they are all blurred.
This information seems insignificant, but in fact it can help us understand the mechanism behind the game.
It gives Gu Ji the feeling of a graphics card and a CPU. When running a super-large 3A game, the graphics card will only render the main areas of the screen in real time in order to maximize performance and reduce power consumption, such as ray tracing and physical motion effects. As for the distant images of the map that human vision cannot notice, they are not so detailed and are perfunctory with only one layer of textures.
"Could it be that this game is not invincible, but like a computer, it needs computing power?"
Gu Ji suddenly had a bold idea in his mind.
An intelligence analysis often starts with reasonable assumptions based on existing information.
Although he has no definite evidence in his hand, from the clues revealed by the "Crisis Management Game", it does look like a simulator game running on a computer.
However.
It may be a real crisis simulator running on a supercomputer!
Putting away distracting thoughts and calculating the time, after one night, the AM649 flight crash should have just ended. He clicked on the webpage and began to search for information about AM649, but there was very little.
Gu Ji then realized 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's ladder and the Little Blue Bird account, otherwise this kid would scold him for "not knowing how to control himself".
Sure enough.
The topic of "AM649" has already become popular on the Little Blue Bird.
Because this incident involved more than a hundred passengers and was a major air crash, it caused a lot of sensation and attention.
[God! Why punish these kind people like this! 】
【Have you noticed that there are so many disasters this year? First, the African airport was attacked, then the virus broke out on the Japanese cruise ship, then the New York bomb attack, and the flood in India. Is the world going to be destroyed? 】
【Maybe the time predicted by the Mayans 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 used all our connections to ask the TSA and the FBI and learned that Mr. Yassen is currently doing well. Thank God...】
【Antoni Yassen was also on that plane? Oh my God, he is my favorite guest. I hope he is safe! 】
The last few messages caught Gu Ji's attention.
Only then did he realize that the character he possessed this time, "Yasen", was actually a famous TV show guest. Although he was not as popular as Bear Grylls and De Gea, he still gained a lot of solid fans in the Americas and Europe.
"Retired from the fifth tactical company of the Jungle Expeditionary Force and BOPE Special Police Force, and consultant of the police dog unit. It turns out that he is from the same family!"
Gu Ji browsed the personal information of "Yasen". He didn't expect that the two of them were in the same profession. In fact, he guessed from the beginning that this guy probably had military service experience, because he accidentally found a skull tattoo pierced by a saber on Yasen's right shoulder. This kind of tattoo is often left by early soldiers.
"This guy probably can find a way to get rid of the two terrorist hijackers on the plane without my possession and command."
It was the first time he saw such a strong game character.
In the wild jungle survival battle and police dog training, this "old Yasen" is even stronger than him!
I still have 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 at Yasen's back when he returned to his seat, and couldn't help shuddering.
He couldn't figure out where this old guy got all this information from.
FBI agent? Or CIA?
But he spoke Spanish like his mother tongue, could he be from the Mexican Intelligence Center?
He scratched his head irritably, and couldn't figure out what Yasen's purpose was.
In fact.
Even Yasen himself couldn't figure out why this happened.
His eyes, full of vicissitudes, stared blankly at Bolton reporting to the airline the cause of the "double engine failure" of flight AM649, but in fact he was secretly calculating the whole process of the air crash in his heart.
It's certain.
He and the co-pilot in front of him completed the forced landing of the AM649 passenger plane;
He cooperated with the Torreon National Guard of Mexico to rescue the hostages on the flight.
On the surface, there was nothing wrong with this.
Forced landing of the plane, search for hijackers, and rescue hostages.
Yasen has a strong sense of justice and is willing to punish evil and promote good. If he faces such a plane crash again, he will stand up and do what he can, just like he did now.
But, is all this really what he wants to do?
Yasen turned his head and glanced at the black-haired stewardess beside him and Riddle, who was sitting in a suit, in the back.
He didn't know these two people at all. He had never seen them before taking this flight, but he just wanted to understand and track them down.
The most important thing was.
Yasen didn't know anything about airplanes.
He served in the Brazilian Jungle Expeditionary Force, and basically stayed in the Amazon rainforest all year round, cooperating with French foreign mercenaries to perform various military tasks, such as gold mine ownership, border disputes between dependent countries, strategic material storage, etc.
Even when he was transferred to the Skull Head later, he was always responsible for tactical assaults and arresting drug dealers, and had never been exposed to aviation.
"There is only one possibility, I was drugged and secretly trained."
During his military service, Yasen had heard that the military intelligence organization had many special psychotropic drugs, such as truth serum, and it was not difficult to get one or two sleeping pills to make him forget something temporarily.
Including when he was carrying out the arrest operation in the Skull Head later, he also heard Brazilian drug dealers say that a drug called "Paradise" was popular in East Asia, which could satisfy all people's spiritual desires and make them slaves of desire.
Even the "brain-computer interface" and remote control that are popular on the Internet now.
"No matter what method is used, it is definitely not just a few people or ordinary organizations that can do this quietly. Maybe that person can help me solve some puzzles."
Yasen's eyelids twitched slightly, and he looked at Riddle again.
He knew that this guy definitely had some secrets that he hadn't told.
At nine o'clock in the evening in Mexico, the convoy successfully arrived in the capital: Mexico City, and drove all the way from the outside of the city to a luxury hotel in the city center.
At the entrance of the hotel, the fully armed National Guard was strictly guarding the security around the hotel.
People from Panama Airlines were waiting at the door early in the morning to meet the passengers in the bus.
"When can we leave here!"
"Our company is negotiating with the Mexican Aviation Bureau to speed up the arrangement of flights for you. Before that, please rest in the hotel for a while. There is no need to worry about safety."
"Damn, I just want to leave this country as soon as possible!"
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The passengers complained, but they were already exhausted physically and mentally after a whole day of escape, and finally entered the hotel reluctantly.
When checking in, Yasen paid special attention to Riddle's room number.
After entering his room.
Putting down his backpack, Yasen sat on the bed, raised his wrist, and waited silently for five minutes. After assuming that everyone was lying on the bed to rest, he got up and prepared to find Riddle to ask for clarification.
But just when he walked to the door.
Knock, knock!
There was a knock on the door. Yasen's eyes turned cold. The plane crash made him nervous. He picked up a red wine bottle opener from the table, instinctively stuck to the wall, and moved step by step to the door, "Who?"