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[Crisis Management Center No. 7 of Hefei Company]

Jos is a crisis management specialist at the Hefei Company. His daily job is to respond to various crisis warnings from the jurisdiction and provide response plans.

The company has a total of 12 crisis management centers, each with thousands of specialists like Jos.

These people are not as powerful as the blood code carriers, but they are small parts in the huge machine of the Union Company. They are inconspicuous and indispensable.

Jos's status is not high, he is just the most ordinary duty commissioner.

If he makes no mistakes in his work in the future, he may have a chance to be promoted to the leader of a twenty-person team.

But this requires luck and opportunity.

It is more likely that he will spend his entire life in his current position.

As for middle-level positions such as department directors and center managers, and even higher-level management positions, that is something that can only be dreamed of.

Today is also a busy day. Various things have happened in the jurisdiction of the No. 7 Crisis Management Center. Joes has been assigned dozens of crises to deal with.

Depending on the specific situation of the crisis, he needs to prioritize it first.

For example, sporadic harassment by hostile forces, armed provocations, illegal invasion of territory, etc., if only a few people died and did not cause much damage, it would be classified as a low priority crisis.

Low-priority crises require only the mobilization of local second-line security forces.

If a facility encounters a destructive attack, or some technical personnel are kidnapped, resulting in the leakage of confidential information, it may cause harm to the company's interests, which is a sub-priority crisis.

Second-priority crises require the dispatch of front-line troops.

If necessary, elite members can be dispatched to coordinate with local troops.

As for medium priority crises.

Oh, that would be fun.

This usually requires dozens or hundreds of elites to be dispatched at the same time, which is quite a scene.

In general, it is a general rule that the higher the crisis level, the stronger the personnel dispatched.

At this time, Joss finished the work at hand and had just refilled his latte. Before he could drink it, another crisis message popped up on the screen.

He didn't complain, or he was used to this kind of busy work.

He clicked on the information and read it slowly.

This is a crisis warning about Fengqi Plain Research Base 101.

He has an impression of this place.

A few days ago, Research Base 101 was attacked, and he was the one who took over.

Because the entire base was completely destroyed and it was a sub-priority crisis, he dispatched a razor team to deal with it and gave them direct authority to command the local security forces.

Now this crisis warning has nothing to do with the destruction of the base, it is another matter.

The early warning showed that the company's convoy responsible for transporting the black core of the No. 101 Research Base was attacked by unknown forces. All transport personnel were killed and the black core was missing.

Looking at the location where the convoy was attacked marked by the system, Jos guessed that it should be a group of armed thugs.

The black core is a digital storage carrier of the company, which can be understood as a hard drive.

The lost black core records the project data and all personnel information of Research Base 101.

If the black core is sold to its old rival Iron-Blooded Alliance or Black Domain Group, it will cause great losses to the company.

Jos directly designated this crisis as medium priority.

He mobilized a squadron-sized Razor through the backend system, with a total of 10 combat teams and 80 Razor warriors, and asked them to go to the scene of the incident to deal with it.

After dealing with this crisis, Jos finally had a chance to taste a latte.

He took a sip, immersed in the aroma of coffee, and looked across the work station to the blond woman opposite.

He thought to himself: Mary's figure is really getting better and better.

Mary noticed Jos's gaze, smiled at him, and secretly winked at him.

Looks like tonight’s date is going to be exciting! Joss felt that the coffee in his hand was more fragrant.

Just as Joss was thinking about where to meet for the evening, a red pop-up window appeared on the computer screen.

Red is the color that Joss hates the most. It means that a certain crisis management has failed.

Damn it, the bonus is going to be less this month again. Jos complained softly and put down his coffee.

He opened the crisis numbered WF2076194571 and found that it was the attack on Research Base 101 a few days ago.

The content shows that the No. 12 combat team of the 53rd Squadron of the Hellfire Brigade of the Razor Rapid Reaction Force failed. All eight team members, including captain Arot, lost their vital signs.

Joss couldn't help but curse secretly.

Razor has really lost his face in recent years!

Even in a sub-priority crisis, the team can be wiped out. No wonder it ranks at the bottom among the company's four elite units every year!

If this continues, I really don’t know if Razor and the other birdmen can maintain their elite establishment!

Joss was helpless. He was just about to transfer the crisis to the backend database when he suddenly saw the location where Arot and others lost their vital signs.

Huh? Borderlands? Joss was puzzled. It was clearly a crisis in the Fengqi Plain, but why did he end up in Borderlands?

Jos thought for a moment and looked at the work station opposite: Team leader, I would like to apply for the use of an Apocalypse Star.

The team leader stared at his screen intently: The reason?

Jos reported: Crisis handling No. WF2076194571 failed. I want to see the situation on site.

The team leader called up the relevant crisis content, glanced at it and closed it: 'Apocalypse' has more important tasks, and there is no time to spend on sub-priority crises. You can handle it yourself.

Joss explained: A Razor Combat Team lost their vital signs in the Borderlands. I suspect they found the relics of the old era and had a firefight with someone.

The team leader still looked at his screen and said calmly: Listen, kid, the world is very big, and there are countless relics from the old era in the Borderlands waiting for us to explore slowly.

The premise of all this is that the company can obtain more committee seats in this world government's Shanghai Parliament election to ensure its right to speak in the future. Do you understand?

Okay, kid, go do your thing. You're taking up too much of my time.

Joss didn't speak anymore. Crisis management specialist is the lowest-status position here, and he has long been used to his requests being rejected.

Jos opened the system interface and found that a bomber squadron was sailing more than a hundred kilometers away from the incident.

He thought to himself: Since we are in a borderless land and there is no need to consider additional casualties, let's carry out remote cleanup.

A bit expensive, but very convenient.

Joss shrugged, his fingers dancing on the keyboard, typing in a series of commands.

He sent a document to the team leader and said: I have applied for a Rider II cruise missile to conduct remote cleanup of the incident site, and I need your authorization, team leader.

The team leader opened the application for authorization, glanced at it a few times, stamped it with an electronic signature and sent it back to Joss: Authorization ready.

Joss sent the order to the bomber squadron, then leaned back in his chair and picked up the cup of coffee that was always on hand.

The rich aroma gave him inspiration - go to the newly opened coffee shop nearby for your date tonight, Mary will definitely like it!

Thinking of this, he smiled happily.

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(An additional update will be added tonight, there will be another chapter at 8 o’clock)