Rumble, rumble...

Drowsily, Gu Ji felt his body swinging slightly from side to side.

"Okay, family, don't worry, today's program will start soon. Oh, thank you Boss J for sending me the 'super rich', thank you brother!"

The sudden sound made him feel a little familiar. He tried to open his eyes, and there were two figures standing in front of him around a silver stainless steel railing.

One of them, Xia Guoren, who was wearing black fashion brand half-sleeves, was slightly chubby, and wore black-rimmed glasses, was standing next to him live broadcasting with a selfie stick and mobile phone.

It was the outdoor anchor he met near Ningzhou University Town before: Passion Fruit!

What's going on?

Gu Ji raised his hand and took a look, and found that he was also holding a mobile phone. The backstage of the Passion Fruit live broadcast room was playing on the screen. Below, a bunch of barrages and gifts were scrolling continuously, making it very lively.

The news said that he was detained by domestic police and fled abroad.

Is this the United States?

[Subject to physiological conditions, your skeletal muscle movement attributes are weakened to a certain extent;]

[The "Poison Needle Trap" mine*1 you are carrying has been delivered, you can check it by opening your backpack. 】

Feel some of the weight of the backpack on your body.

Gu Ji turned his head.

There is a vague smell of whoosh and pungent cologne in the air, and you can see the purple seats on both sides, the light box advertisements above the head, and the stainless steel double doors.

It turned out to be in the subway.

Through the reflection of the rounded rectangular glass, he saw a tall and thin young foreign guy wearing a purple hooded sweatshirt and black shorts, with blond curly hair, a fair face, clear eyes, and a childlike temperament.

This is the role played by Gu Ji this time: a young foreign white man of eighteen or nineteen years old.

It seems that he is also Passion Fruit’s live broadcast assistant abroad.

Just as Gu Ji was trying to find more information, an English scolding suddenly came from his ears.

"Fake! Barron, what are you doing there? I paid you to be my mascot? Hurry up and block those scumbags who troll me!"

Gu Ji raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard the sound, and his eyes instantly glanced over with a dark glare.

Look at each other for half a second.

Passion Fruit looked away in a panic, but a strong black man wearing a gray jacket next to him did exactly the opposite. He glanced at Gu Ji with cold eyes, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

It just so happens that the subway is about to arrive at the station.

Passion Fruit was too lazy to continue to pay attention. He raised his phone and looked at the screen and said with a smile: "We are about to arrive at the station. My family will just watch how I do the work. It will definitely have a show effect!"

Gu Ji noticed that the strong black man was carrying a black cylindrical bucket bag.

The moment the car door opened at the stop, he slightly tore open the zipper, revealing the flashing red light inside. He immediately threw down the black bag, and the two of them ran out at the same time:

"Run!!"

Passion Fruit suddenly shouted, and immediately stopped the foreign white-collar workers who were about to enter the carriage, and subconsciously took two steps back.

When several passers-by sitting in the carriage saw this scene, their faces turned pale with fright, and they all got up and fled for fear that something terrible would jump out of their bags.

One of the foreign aunts fell down halfway because her legs and feet were weak, but her panic instinct forced her to roll and crawl.

Are you pretending to have a bomb in your backpack to scare passers-by?

【The crisis begins!】

【Please choose your initial reward!】

[City Map*1] or [Black Mask*1]

A reminder sound suddenly popped up in his mind, interrupting Gu Ji's thoughts.

Although Gu Ji has known for a long time that "Crisis Management" is half a meat pigeon game, and the rewards are refreshed randomly in each round.

But seeing the two item options in front of him, he couldn't help but become silent.

White [City Map*1]: A detailed map information of the current city, printed on A4 color paper, with a scale of 1:1000000. It can help you quickly grasp the distribution of traffic and building routes in this city.

White [Black Mask*1]: A black mask made of non-woven fabric, mainly used to prevent respiratory infectious diseases. It can not only cover your appearance, but also slightly enhance your appearance.

Good guys, two pieces of trash.

City maps are of little use to him.

Gu Ji had already seen the words "NYU" on the subway map on the door, which is the abbreviation of New York University. He could confirm that he was currently in New York, USA.

Even without this information, he can still open his phone and use Google Maps to view the browsing location.

The other option, however, is even more useless.

This level is not a public health level. Even if it involves poisonous gas, germs and other biochemical terrorist attacks, what protective effect can a mask have?

Helplessly, "the tallest among the shortest", he still chose the first one, and immediately there was a folded map in his pocket.

[New goal: Don’t die within half an hour! 】

"Hahaha……"

As soon as the system popped up a new task, Passion Fruit's arrogant laughter came from outside the subway door, and his body twitched forward and back.

Only then did several passers-by realize that they had been tricked.

One of the middle-aged white men came up angrily, pointed at the passion fruit and shouted:

"Faq! Are you kidding me? I'm going to call the police to arrest you!"

"Hey uncle, what did we do?"

Unexpectedly, the strong black man next to Passion Fruit directly blocked him, holding fists in his hands and seeming to be flexing his muscles.

Seeing this scene, the middle-aged white man immediately became frightened.

On the mobile phone screen, water friends from home and abroad are sending barrages like crazy.

[Awesome! Anchors are not afraid of being shot?]

[No wonder you have to bring a black bodyguard, it turns out to prevent you from being beaten!]

[Putting false dangerous goods is a serious crime!]

[They just lost a bag, how do you think it is dangerous goods? 】

[If you change it to China, the rag collector will take it away directly for you!]

[Art requires cruelty to present the anchor carnival*2! - The show is good, but it would be more real if it exploded! 】

Seeing the carnival gift special effects appearing on the screen, Passion Fruit was so excited that her eyes almost fell into the screen.

The software he broadcasts is Tik, which is currently the most popular in foreign countries. The savings for a carnival is equal to 500 US dollars, which is equivalent to a domestic carnival.

"Thank you, Brother Art, for sending me the gift. Thank you so much. Brother Art, I see you are posting in English. Are you American?"

If you can throw away 1,000 US dollars at a time, you can definitely be considered a real rich man.

In particular, passion fruit was banned in China, and its popularity was not as good as before when it came to the United States to start over. How dare you neglect such a wild tycoon, so you immediately nodded and got close to him.

Gu Ji frowned slightly, as Gao Bo said, this kind of person has no bottom line.

But for him, passion fruit is not the point. The point is the crisis that is about to happen in this level. He can't even lock the location now. Is it in the car or in the subway station?

The strong black man glanced at Gu Ji, then returned to the car and bent down to pick up the package.

Just as he was about to zip up the zipper, his hand suddenly stopped.

"Dizzard, why are you so stunned? Hurry up and take out the package. The car will drive away soon. Brother Art is anxious to watch the show!"

The same routine would be boring if used on a subway.

So Passion Fruit scolded hurriedly.

But Dizard didn't pay any attention to it. His dark face turned blue and white, as if he had seen something terrible.

Gu Ji's eyelids twitched, he sensed something was wrong, and immediately rushed forward to open his backpack.

Only seen.

In addition to the spoof red flash light placed in the passion fruit, there is also a cardboard tube wrapped with gray industrial tape. An old black phone is fixed in the center. The buttons on the lower half have long been disassembled, and the components have been stripped out.

It is connected to the inside of the paper tube with a black and red wire.

Gu Ji, who has studied the USMC bomb disposal/blasting methodology, recognized this thing at a glance:

Homemade IED mobile phone remote control bomb!

Passion Fruit was still staring at the phone screen at the door: "Brother Art, what do you mean by helping me?"

"Everyone, run, there's a bomb——!!"

Gu Ji roared angrily, threw the bomb into the carriage, turned around and jumped out.

Passers-by originally thought Gu Ji was going to cheat a second time, but when they saw the bomb he dropped on the ground, they were instantly frightened out of their wits, and even the strong black man followed him and escaped from the car.

next moment.
To be continued...