Chapter 320 "Cut in the waist"
"Give me the bag, let's set off now." General Whitworth's attitude was amiable.
Chad Brown tremblingly reached out and took off the strap of the travel bag from his shoulder, and was about to hand it out.
However, at this moment, the sound of a train about to enter the station came from the tunnel, the rails made a clanging sound, and air flow surged out from the tunnel and rushed towards everyone.
Chad Brown's whole body trembled. He looked past General Whitworth and Hotchner in front of him and saw the eager soldiers behind them.
General Whitworth had not noticed the other party's abnormality yet, and was still asking, "Are there any other samples?"
"No!" Chad Brown took a few steps back and held tightly. The travel bag was clutched to the chest.
“You are lying to me! You liar!”
“You all don’t understand me, you don’t know how fragile the world is in the face of all this.”
Before he finished speaking, he staggered on his feet, then his elbows went numb, and his hands felt light. Jack appeared behind him at some unknown time, and took away the travel bag from his hands with a light movement.
"No! Give it back to me." Chad Brown screamed.
"Get out of the way! General!" At this time, several of the general's attachés pulled out their pistols.
"Careful! Jack!" Hotchner still pointed his gun downward and could only remind loudly.
Chad Brown rushed towards Jack like crazy, but he saw him holding the travel bag on one side and not only easily dodged it, but also made a small movement with 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 sounded a short whistle.
“Help me, pull me up! Help!”
Chad Brown didn’t care to pick up the flying glasses, and grabbed the edge of the platform with both hands, but he could not rely on his weak physical strength. Climb up.
Someone holding a travel bag filled with anthrax light bulb "bombs" could only look at it and expressed helplessness. Hotchner hesitated for a moment, and subconsciously took a half step forward, but it was too late.
Jack had heard of a very cruel method of execution in his previous life, which was to chop the prisoner in half from the waist with a heavy axe, machete, or guillotine.
For example, in the history of Seris, the black-faced Qingtian with a crescent moon on his forehead had three famous guillotines, which were actually used for this.
Instead of stuffing a person's head in like the TV show, and then raising and lowering the knife, it's 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 is beheaded can dip his own blood in his own blood and write seven capital letters on the ground before he dies. .
Chad Brown's current condition is even more miserable than being cut in half. He was stuck between the subway car and the platform from the waist down. Due to inertia, although the train had braked in an emergency, it was still stuck. Moving forward slowly.
Chad Brown, who was caught in the middle, was like a noodle. As the car moved forward unstoppably, his entire upper body continued to rotate, round and round, until the subway train finally stopped.
He was dead, but he would not die for a while. No emergency personnel could save him in this situation.
Everyone, including Hotchner, couldn't bear to look at it and turned around. This scene was so terrifying that even one more look would give rise to nightmares at night.
Jack handed the travel bag in his hand to the chemical defense force soldier who rushed up. The latter wrapped it tightly in a bag with yellow and black biohazard markings.
The panicked passengers on the subway were quickly evacuated. Within ten minutes, there were only a few first responders left on the platform who had just arrived but had no idea what to do. Jack thought for a while, gave up the idea of applying a healing spell to the guy on the ground to prolong the pain, and left the platform directly.
That's almost enough. If it fails and he survives, it will truly be a miracle of life.
Although in Jack's opinion, killing 24 lives, including 6 innocent children, it is not an exaggeration to cut this thing alive.
He followed the upward steps out of the subway entrance and saw Hotchner and General Whitworth preparing to say goodbye.
“Are my acting skills too bad?” General Whitworth’s expression seemed unnatural.
"You almost succeeded. He has completely believed in you." Hotchner affirmed seriously.
The previous drama was agreed upon when several people set off from the command center.
“The profile shows that he needs recognition, especially from the top management of Fort Detrick. What happened next is just an accident.”
“Of course, when it is time to recognize, I will never Unambiguous."
General Whitworth's words were pun-intended, and he took the initiative to extend his hand to Hotchner.
"I'm very glad that I followed your advice, and you did a great job, boy."
Seeing him looking at him, Jack quickly shook hands with him.
Watching the general leave, Jack couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. He turned around and found that Hotchner also had a relaxed expression as if he had seen off the god of plague.
"What should we do next?"
"Go to the hospital to pick up Rhett. Dr. Kimura said he is fine." Hotchner answered.
"I think it's better to let him stay in the hospital for one more day, just lying in bed and not being able to go anywhere." Jack suggested.
Hotchner raised his eyebrows, indicating that he did not understand his train of thought.
"Don't you think he should be taught a longer lesson? If possible, I even want to bribe Dr. Kimura to tie Red to the bed for three days."
Jack exposed With a sinister smile on his face, to be honest, if he hadn't gotten this guy out of the laboratory in time this time, this guy might have killed himself.
Anthrax infection is no joke. Even if treated, the long-term sequelae can turn a normal person into a half-waste.
Although he did find an "antidote" later, and there were treatments that could be used to cheat, Red was not a beautiful woman with a slim waist and long legs, and Jack had no interest in being his nanny all the time.
Jack knows that everyone in the BAU except him basically has the aura of the protagonist, especially Red, who has a high probability of not dying, but according to the usual ideas of American TV drama screenwriters, let's show PTSD, drug addiction, etc. drama is almost certain.
If Rhett really continues to seek death like this, he might actually get into trouble like this one day. Even if there is treatment by then, as the saying goes, addiction is difficult to cure.
Even if others could tolerate working with an addict, Jack would kick him out of the BAU without hesitation.
"I think one day is enough. When I get back, I will have a good chat with him." Hotchner was cold-faced and warm-hearted, but he still felt a little soft-hearted.
"OK, you are the boss and you have the final say. Find a better bar and I'll treat you to that night." Jack decided to relax. The trip from Wyoming to Maryland for more than a week had really exhausted him.
(End of this chapter)