"Give me the bag, and we'll go now." General Whitworth's attitude can be described as amiable.

With a shudder, Chad Brown reached out and removed the strap from his shoulder and was about to hand it out.

However, at this moment, the sound of a train approaching the station was heard in the tunnel, and the rails made a clattering sound, and the air rushed out of the tunnel and rushed towards everyone.

Chad Brown shuddered, and his eyes looked over General Whitworth and Hodgner in front of him to the soldiers behind them.

General Whitworth hadn't noticed the other party's anomaly yet, and was still asking, "Are there any other samples?" ”

"No!" Chad Brown took a few steps back and clutched his duffel bag tightly to his chest.

"You're lying to me! You liar! ”

"You don't understand me, you don't know how vulnerable the world is to all this."

Before the words fell, he stumbled under his feet, followed by a numb elbow, a light hand, and Jack, who didn't know when he appeared behind him, took away the travel bag in his hand with a light movement.

"Nope! Give it back. Chad Brown let out a scream.

"Get out of the way! Checkmate! At this time, several of the general's attachés drew their pistols.

"Be careful! Jack! Hodgner was still at gunpoint, and could only shout a reminder.

Chad Brown pounced on Jack like crazy, but saw him holding the dexterous side of the travel bag, not only dodging it easily, but also not forgetting to make a small movement under his feet.

There was another scream, and the short, thin, middle-aged man with glasses fell off the platform.

"Ang~~~"

The subway that was about to enter the station let out a short whistle.

"Help me, pull me up! Help me! ”

Chad Brown didn't bother to pick up the glasses that had fallen off, and grabbed the edge of the platform with both hands, but he couldn't climb up with his weak physical strength.

Someone holding a travel bag full of anthrax bulb "bombs" could only look at it to show that he couldn't help, Hodchner hesitated, and subconsciously took half a step forward, but it was too late.

In his previous life, Jack had heard of a rather brutal form of execution, the beheading, which used a heavy axe, machete, or guillotine to cut a prisoner in two from the waist.

For example, in the history of Seris, the black-faced blue sky with a crescent moon on his forehead had three famous guillotines, which were actually used to do this.

Instead of stuffing people's heads into them as in the TV series, and then stabbing up and falling, it looks like the people of the country are serving their king.

It is said that if the guillotine used is sharp enough, and the executioner's technique is good and fast enough, the person who has been cut in the waist can dip his own blood and write seven tragic characters in a row on the ground, and then he will die of anger.

Chad Brown's current state is even more miserable than half-cut, he is just stuck between the subway car and the platform from the waist down, and because of inertia, although the train has braked suddenly, it is still moving slowly.

Sandwiched in the middle, Chad Brown was like a noodle, and his entire upper body continued to rotate as the carriage moved unstoppably, round and round, until the subway train finally stopped.

He was dead, but he couldn't die for a while, and no first responder could save him in this situation.

Everyone, including Hodgner, couldn't bear to look at it and turned around, this kind of scene is so terrifying that even if you look at it more, you may have nightmares at night.

Jack handed his travel bag to the rushing CWF soldiers, who wrapped it tightly in a bag with a yellow-black biohazard mark.

The panicked passengers on the subway were quickly evacuated, and within ten minutes, there were a few emergency personnel left on the platform who had just arrived and had no idea what to do.

Jack thought about it, gave up the idea of giving the guy on the ground a healing spell to prolong the pain, and left the platform directly.

That's pretty much it, if it turns out to be self-defeating and really lets him live, it will really be a miracle of life.

Although in Jack's opinion, 24 lives were murdered, including 6 innocent children, it is not an exaggeration to kill this thing alive.

He walked up the steps out of the subway and saw Hodchner and General Whitworth preparing to say goodbye.

"Isn't my acting too bad?" General Whitworth's expression was unnatural.

"You've almost succeeded, and he's completely convinced of you." Hodgner was serious.

The previous scene was agreed upon when several people set off from the command center.

"The profile shows that he needs to buy, especially from the top brass at Fort Detrick, and the rest is just an accident."

"Of course, when it's time to agree, I'm not ambiguous."

General Whitworth's words were a pun intended, and he took the initiative to extend his hand to Hodgner.

"I'm glad I followed your advice, and you, nice boy."

Seeing him looking at him, Jack also quickly shook hands with him.

Seeing the general leave, Jack couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and turned his head to find that Hodchner also had a relaxed expression on his face that had sent off the plague god.

"What do we do next?"

"Went to the hospital to pick up Red, and Dr. Kimura said he was fine." Hodchner replied.

"I think it's better to let him stay in the hospital for one more day, and just lie in bed and can't go anywhere." Jack suggested.

Hodgner raised an eyebrow, indicating that he didn't understand his train of thought.

"Don't you think you should teach him a lesson? If it were possible, I would even like to bribe Dr. Kimura to tie Red to bed for three days. ”

Jack grimaced, seriously, if he hadn't gotten this guy out of that lab in time, he might have played himself to death.

Anthrax infection is no joke, even if it is treated, long-term sequelae can turn a normal person into a half-crippled person.

Although he did find an "antidote" and a treatment that could be opened, Red was not a beautiful woman with a thin waist and long legs, and Jack was not interested in being a nanny for him all the time.

Jack knows that everyone in BAU basically wears the halo of the protagonist except for him, especially Rhett, who will probably not die, but according to the consistent idea of American drama screenwriters, a PTSD ah, drug addiction and other dramas are almost certain.

If Red really dies like this, maybe one day he will really make such a fuss, and even if there is a cure at that time, as the saying goes, addiction is hard to cure.

Even if anyone else could tolerate working with an addict, Jack wouldn't hesitate to kick him out of BAU.

"I think one day is enough, and when I get back, I'll have a good talk with him." Hodgner's face was cold and hot, but he was still a little soft-hearted.

"OK, you're the boss, you have the final say, find a better bar, I'll invite you in the evening." Jack decided to relax, and the more than a week of traveling from Wyoming to Maryland really burned him out.

(End of chapter)