Simulation Game: Crisis Management-Chapter 285 - 147: Red Alert (Part 2)

The first step went well, and Gu Ji began directing the remaining pedestrians on the street to prepare for evacuation, specifically reminding the driver to match his pace.

Tigers have a warning distance when observing people, approximately fifty to sixty meters. Within this distance, the tiger will continuously monitor its target for hostility, and the longer the wait, the greater the risk of being attacked.

So, before the Bengal tiger goes on the rampage, he must lead everyone away as quickly as possible.

The driver began to slowly retreat upon hearing the instructions.

The other pedestrians nearby also each fled into shops or alleys, leaving only the driver, Gu Ji, and that tiger on the main road.

If he wasn't accompanied, the driver would likely have been scared to death; having finally regrouped at his side, Gu Ji observed the direction of the Bengal tiger's gaze while pulling him back further.

Just as the distance between both sides was about to exceed 60 meters.

Suddenly, a lightning bolt illuminated the sky, instantly drawing the Bengal tiger's attention away. A long streak of lightning crossed the sky, accompanied by a deafening thunder, almost causing the driver to fall, and completely alarming the tiger.

Oh no!

"Run!!"

The moment he saw the tiger raise its hind legs, Gu Ji shouted and pulled the driver to dive into the alley beside them, decisively grabbing a "Poison Needle Trap" mine from his pack.

In the very next second after they hit the ground and rolled, a brown-yellow figure abruptly appeared at the entrance of the alley.

It was the Bengal tiger!

The driver's eyes widened, filled with bloodshot lines.

Only at this moment did he understand why he'd been advised not to turn and run—because the tiger's speed was terrifying.

Even though Gu Ji had enhancements in reaction and speed, the difference in explosive speed between humans and felines was worlds apart due to physiological differences.

Just as Gu Ji was about to throw out the "Poison Needle Trap" mine, unexpectedly...

The Bengal tiger didn't even glance at them, instead leaping past and continuing to rush forward, soon disappearing down the street.

[Crisis Begins!]

[Please Select Your Initial Reward!]

[Language Proficiency (Intermediate)] or [Gurkha SUV Modified Version *1]

"Huff…ah…"

Gu Ji could finally take a deep breath when he saw the game text appear before him.

The moment the Bengal tiger lunged, his heart almost stopped. In the absence of an equivalent weapon, humans stood no chance against a large feline animal.

Even with a "Poison Needle Trap" mine in hand, Gu Ji had no guarantee that he could survive the tiger's claws.

The mine's explosion range, attack angle, the extent of the tiger's injuries, the timing of drug effects…

The tiger could afford countless mistakes, but for him, one mistake was all it took;

he absolutely couldn't withstand two blows!

"If this had really killed me, it would have been the fastest death reload in history." 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

Joking to himself inwardly, Gu Ji adjusted his mindset and began examining the game options before him.

Now, as the difficulty of the level increased, even the initial rewards began appearing in blue intermediate form.

Compared to white, the blue Language Proficiency enhanced the mastery of major world languages, including many obscure slang terms, and also supported some minor languages like Spanish, Serbian, Thai, and so on.

But Gu Ji didn't intend to choose this.

Firstly, although Hindi is the official language of India, its acceptance isn't high within India, constituting only about 30%, mostly in remote and underdeveloped areas; more people still prefer to use English, though their accent might be peculiar.

In comparison, the other option becomes quite intriguing.

White-colored [Gurkha SUV Modified Version *1]: Equipped with a 2.6-liter diesel engine, 91 horsepower, 250 Nm peak torque, mechanical part-time four-wheel-drive system, modified front and rear axle differential locks, winch, snorkel, all-terrain tires—this is the perfect vehicle to take you anywhere, albeit a bit slow...

"91 horsepower, my goodness, someone might mistake it for a hand-cranked tractor..."

Nevertheless, Gu Ji still chose it.

The reason was simple.

This level was a natural disaster type. Initially encountering the Bengal tiger, he thought it was a massive wild animal invasion of the city, but calming down, he recalled the level's name: Red Alert!

Anyone with some disaster knowledge knows that a Red Alert is issued by meteorological departments, among others, as a warning for typhoons, heavy rain, high temperatures, droughts, fog, cold waves, and other hazardous or potentially dangerous conditions.

Combining this with the light rain weather, Gu Ji predicted that the impending disaster would very likely be heavy rain and flooding!

According to historical disaster records in "Natural Disaster Prevention," India's natural disasters primarily include heavy rain, floods, droughts, hurricanes, avalanches, mudslides, and blizzards, with floods triggered by heavy rain being the most common due to the monsoon rains leading to severe floods.

In such an environment, a highly capable off-road vehicle with a modified snorkel becomes extremely important.

As a white light descended.

Gu Ji's right hand, reaching into his pack, suddenly found itself holding a black car key. Simultaneously, a "beep beep" car horn sounded not far from the alley, seemingly indicating the location of his reward.

[New Objective: Lead at least 2,000 people out of the current disaster area!]

He judged correctly after all!

He hadn't anticipated the national disaster's difficulty being so insane—starting with an ace, rescuing 2,000 people, which was nearly equivalent to the ultimate goal in a local-level scenario.

"Ugh…ha..."

At this moment, the driver, leaning tightly against the wall beside him, was shaking uncontrollably with his hands covering his head. Whether soaked by the rain or from fear, the center of his pants was utterly wet.

Gu Ji stood up and patted him on the shoulder:

"It's all right now, go get that wound treated at the hospital!"

"Is the tiger, has the tiger left?"

The driver cautiously lowered his hands, nervously peering outside the alley. Confirming the tiger was gone, he clasped his hands in gratitude, looking at Gu Ji with admiration, nodding and bowing repeatedly, "Thank you, noble sir! Thank you for saving me! Shiva will see your brave deeds and bless you with good health and prosperity..."

"Enough, just get to the hospital!"

Gu Ji didn't have time to listen to further praises, instead swiftly exiting the alley to locate his vehicle.

On the street, with the tiger gone, vendors and pedestrians began to emerge, watching curiously from afar, until spotting Gu Ji. Then, an Indian woman in a dark red saree, brown-skinned, clasped her hands together, loudly thanking:

"Thank you, sir!"

"You must be a warrior sent by Shiva!"

"Thank you!"

…

It turned out that everyone had witnessed Gu Ji saving the pedestrians and driver earlier. With the crisis resolved now, they all expressed their gratitude akin to the driver.

Gu Ji gave a symbolic response and quickly ran to the reward vehicle.

It was an orange four-door SUV, boxy in design, resembling an old Land Rover Defender 110 mixed with a Mercedes G-Wagon. The roof housed a black luggage rack, and a black snorkel extended from the side of the engine hood at the A-pillar of the passenger seat.

He inserted the key into the lock, and true enough, it unlocked the door.

Inside the vehicle, Gu Ji first glanced at the rearview mirror, seeing a young man in his twenties with short hair styled two-eight, wearing a linen gray shirt, appearing well-built. His skin was a healthy wheat brown, and he had handsome features, a high nose bridge, and a set of beautiful white teeth, resembling the Bollywood star Salman Khan, explaining the courteous treatment from the Indians earlier—he looked like someone from a high caste.

He quickly gathered all his personal belongings, which included a driver's license, PAN card, money, and a work ID.

It turned out the role he was playing was Vidhi Dali, aged 28, an investigator from the State Agricultural Department's Dispur office in Assam. He was probably out in the afternoon conducting field research, and his bag was filled with agricultural data files.

"Assam, isn't that where father's plane crashed..."

"Tweet! Tweet Tweet! TWEET—!"

Just as Gu Ji confirmed the location, a series of sharp calls rang out from the sky. Looking up through the windshield, he saw a "horde" of black birds flying overhead in the gray sky, packed densely, sending chills down his spine!