The world of American TV series: Starting with the L.A. Patrol

"Give me the bag and we'll set off now." General Whitworth's attitude could be described as 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 toward everyone.

Chad Brown's whole body trembled, and he looked past General Whitworth and Hotchner in front of him and saw the eager soldiers behind them.

General Whitworth had not yet discovered anything unusual about the other party, and was still asking, "Are there any other samples?"

"No!" Chad Brown took a few steps back and hugged the travel bag tightly to his chest.

"You're 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 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 attendants drew their pistols.

"Careful! Jack!" Hotchner still pointed his gun downward and could only remind him 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 glasses that had fallen off. He grabbed the edge of the platform with both hands, but he couldn't climb up with his weak physical strength.

Someone was holding a travel bag filled with anthrax light bulb "bombs" and could only look at him and express his helplessness. Hotchner hesitated and subconsciously took half a step forward, but it was already 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 into it like in the TV series, 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 was 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 state is even more miserable than being cut in half. He was stuck between the subway car and the platform from the waist down, and due to inertia, although the train had braked in an emergency, it was still 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 not for a while, and 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 if you look at it for a second, you might have 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 emergency personnel 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 pretty much it. If things go wrong and he survives, it will truly be a miracle of life.

Although in Jack's opinion, killing 24 people, including 6 innocent children, it was not an exaggeration to cut this thing alive.

He walked up the steps out of the subway 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 profiling showed that he needed approval, especially from the top brass at Fort Detrick, and what happened next was just an accident."

"Of course, I will never be vague when it comes time to agree."

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

"I'm so glad I followed your advice, and you, well done 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 do 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 didn't 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 showed a wicked smile. 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 it is treated, the long-term sequelae can turn a normal person into a half-disabled person.

Although he did find an "antidote" later, and there were treatment techniques 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 knew that everyone in the BAU except him basically had the halo of being the protagonist, especially Red, who had a high probability of not dying. However, according to the usual thinking of American drama screenwriters, if there was a PTSD, drug addiction and other dramas, it was 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, as the saying goes, addiction is hard 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.