Chapter 61: Chapter 57: Codename: 7472

“Boom——!”

A deafening sound of a horn instantly startled Gu Ji awake.

“Hoo haa…”

He abruptly opened his eyes, gasping for air, his pupils distinctly black and white, showing a hint of crimson in the sunlight.

“Ito Meiyu, it’s actually her…”

Gu Ji clenched every word.

Unexpectedly, the girl who exuded gentleness and kindness everywhere, the sweet and lovable girl-next-door, could unleash such a terrifying and malicious expression.

No wonder ordinary people would be terrified when facing viruses, blood, and corpses, but this girl was not only unfazed but also extremely excited. Previously, she fluently spoke the English names of fusidic acid cream and clindamycin gel; she was actually a graduate student in lethal virus research.

The Microbiology Research Lab at Hokkaido University is one of Japan’s top virology academic institutions, with a long history of influenza research, as well as various pandemic viruses, hemorrhagic fever virus topics, conducting extensive research from ecology to pathogenicity.

Ito Meiyu had hidden her academic credentials and experience from the beginning.

She is the real mastermind behind this cruise ship bioterror attack!

Gu Ji didn’t delve further; he raised his wrist to check the time, quickly got up, and left the room. At the same time, he pulled out a phone from his pocket, squinting slightly, as if trying to recall: “090653…”

Following the numbers in his memory, he dialed a phone number.

After a delay of about two or three seconds, a connected sound came through the receiver, and Gu Ji spoke in a calm tone, getting straight to the point: “Minister of the Japan Ministry of Health, Labor and Welfare: Tanamura Katsushin, right?”

“Who are you?”

A low and hoarse middle-aged man’s voice came out, full of caution and probing.

“I’m Jian Na. I have concrete information that the Platinum Star Cruise Ship at Yokohama Port is under a bioterror attack. The main culprits are Ito Meiyu and Ishiguro Yonezawa. My strength alone is limited. I need you to immediately halt the cruise, send the quarantine station and the infectious disease crisis management bureau, to isolate the cruise and thoroughly disinfect it!”

“Who on earth are you? How do you have my private number!”

Tanamura Katsushin didn’t respond directly but rather suddenly hardened his tone, demanding.

It must be said, as the highest authority in the national health system, when he becomes serious, the demeanor is quite imposing.

But Gu Ji didn’t show any sign of fear. Instead, his tone became even colder: “If you don’t believe me, just wait for the whole ship to collect bodies and resign in disgrace! Beep beep beep…”

Indeed, he hung up the phone directly.

From the several encounters with Tanamura Katsushin, this person is cautious and suspicious, always likes to investigate thoroughly, so he released the name “Ito Meiyu,” a critical figure; as long as Tanamura sends someone to inquire, naturally, he will judge the truth and severity of the matter!

[Crisis event begins!]

[Please choose your initial reward.]

[Immunity Boost (Small)] or [Combat Skills Specialization (Small)]

The cruise ship has left the port, Ito Meiyu should have also entered the scene.

Gu Ji once again raised his wrist to check the time, squinted his eyelids, and chose the second reward.

In an instant, he regained the feeling from the first run-through of the Laird Airport checkpoint, with many combat moves and experiences emerging in his mind.

[New objective: Do not get infected by the virus within three days!]

He turned into the adjacent fire escape and arrived at the medical room on the second deck.

The little nurse sitting at the front desk immediately stood up, “Miss, do you need any help?”

“I need a set of medical protection kit!”

Without waiting for the nurse to speak, Gu Ji threw down a few yen notes, directly went to the warehouse storing medical supplies, took out a yellow medical protection kit, and tore it open.

“Hey! Miss, you can’t just intrude like this…”

Gu Ji swiftly put on gloves and overalls, tied his hair into a ponytail, tightened the brim of his hat, and left, leaving the little nurse in bewilderment.

Soon, when he arrived at the entrance of the cruise ship’s restaurant kitchen, he saw Nakamura Hiro, wearing a brown hat, coming out with Mr. Shida, talking and laughing, licking his fingers contentedly.

Only when he encountered Gu Ji in a white protective suit did he flinch and quickly wiped his mouth.

“Hey! Who are you? This is the cruise kitchen; outsiders aren’t allowed to enter randomly!”

Mr. Shida put away his smile, raising a hand to block.

“You’re secretly giving away food to other guests, do I need to report this to Mr. Morita and the Quality Supervision Association? Step aside!”

Gu Ji’s tone was hard.

Mr. Shida was a bit flustered: “Are you…are you from the Quality Supervision Association?”

Afraid of causing trouble for his friend, Nakamura Hiro quickly pulled out a wad of cash from his pocket: “Miss…miss, just a token of appreciation. I was just being greedy, not as serious as you said…”

Who knew, before he could finish speaking, he was scared back into silence by the sudden icy gleam in Gu Ji’s eyes.

Just like that, Gu Ji successfully entered the kitchen.

His eyes scanned the entire kitchen swiftly like lightning, finally stopping on the black-haired young man cutting sashimi on a chopping board.

Gloves, mask, tightly covered.

It’s Ishiguro Yonezawa!

“Hey!”

“Ichinanakiyo (what’s going on)?”

…

The several chefs in the kitchen naturally noticed Gu Ji, nudging each other, curiously sizing him up.

Even Ishiguro Yonezawa, who was working at the table, sensed something was wrong. When he looked up, he was startled to see Gu Ji walking straight towards him, dressed as a quarantine officer in protective clothing and medical gloves.

His expression changed several times, becoming increasingly panic; perhaps thinking the plan was exposed, he suddenly grabbed the dining knife and lunged forward violently: “Uwaa, Sinai (die)!”

“Ah——!”

“Ishiguro!”

…

The chefs’ faces changed drastically, never expecting Ishiguro to suddenly attempt murder, each of them terrified, cold sweat dripping, with weak knees!

But Gu Ji only wore a stern look, his nostrils emitting a cold snort, his rear foot took a step forward in acceleration, the front foot lifted off the ground instantly, twisting his waist and hips, the toe turned inward, and the brutal force was thrown from the waist major muscle, thigh rectus, to the anterior tibial muscle, all the way to the bottom of his shoe, abruptly kicking toward Ishiguro Yonezawa’s right knee joint!

Legs can’t reach the elbow!

Police grappling combat technique: sidestep side kick!

Bang!

A dull sound exploded, and Ishiguro Yonezawa immediately screamed, seeming his knee joint was kicked injured, and his entire body fell forward. Yet Gu Ji instantly seized the opportunity, opening his hands like tiger claws, locked onto his knife-holding wrist, twisting forcefully.

Clang! The wrist was pained, the dining knife clattered and fell, kicked away by Gu Ji!

“Hold him down!”

It wasn’t until he shouted did the chefs finally react, hurriedly running over to help, three or five people locking Ishiguro Yonezawa’s wrists and thighs.

“Hanasai (let go of me)!”

Gu Ji completely ignored Ishiguro’s cursing and turned to ask: “Did any of you see a white thermal box he was carrying?”

Upon hearing this, Ishiguro Yonezawa froze immediately.

A tall bald chef thought for a moment, “I… I remember it seems like it was in the cold storage!”

Arriving by the cold storage, Gu Ji quickly found the white thermal box among various meats and seafood, gently opening it, revealing dozens of transparent plastic tubes inside.

The chefs craned their necks to peek, somewhat unclear but sensing something serious.

But the next sentence scared them into changing color on the spot: “Immediately seal off the kitchen, everyone stays in place and don’t move, there is a contagious virus spreading on the cruise!”

“How… how can this be…”

Just when Mr. Shida was choked with fear, unable to speak.

A phone call came suddenly.

It was Tanamura Katsushin.

“Who on earth are you?”

“Did you find out the issue?”

“I’m on my way to the temporary crisis management group; how did you…give me the phone!”

It seemed noisy on the other end, as Tanamura Katsushin was suddenly interrupted by another man grabbing the phone:

“I am Watanabe Yoshi, head of the Domestic Antiterrorism Intelligence Collection Group: Cabinet Intelligence Investigation Room, Ministry of Defense Intelligence Headquarters, Police Intelligence Communication Bureau, and our Domestic Antiterrorism Collection Group, all four major intelligence organizations in Japan failed to catch any clues, yet a simple foreign nurse from the Tokyo Medical Association Takeda Hospital intercepted the attack intelligence beforehand.”

“May I ask, behind you, who exactly is it?”

In the final sentence, Watanabe Yoshi enunciated heavily, with a momentum that resembled Gu Ji’s “Won’t let it rest without an answer,” but at least more polite compared to the previous crisis management center minister.

Click!

Gu Ji closed the lid of the virus thermal box, a spartan gleam flickering across his thin and pale face:

“Code name: 7472!”

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