Chapter 319 Stirring up the situation
Jack smiled and shook his head, "He doesn't need to go in there, he just needs to attack the people working there, for example, on their commuter subway."
Fort Detrick is not only filled with important PhD professors, or generals who ride in military vehicles with their personal servants every day, but also with ordinary researchers.
They live in surrounding cities and small towns and rely on the subway to commute and clock in to work every day.
"Chad Brown is a loser who longs to be recognized by authority. He is a coward. He can attack children and ordinary people in the park without humanity, but let him find a way to sneak into Fort Detrick. He does not have this I don’t have the guts to do it.”
General Whitworth hesitated. After being slapped in the face again and again by everyone in the BAU, he had already lost his initial confidence, and for a moment he didn't know whether he should continue to stick to his own judgment.
Jiejie pointed to the subway line displayed on the screen, "The closest subway station to Chad Brown's home is in Frederick."
After speaking, her beautiful eyes looked at Hotchner, waiting for his final decision.
Hotchner did not hesitate at all, "Contact the Maryland Transportation Authority and send them photos of Chad Brown. Arrange for chemical defense troops to enter all stations along the route. Let's go to Frederick."
As he said this, he looked at General Whitworth, "General, we really need your help."
There was a smile on the corner of Jack's mouth that was not easy for others to notice. Even though Hotchner always had a poker-faced look, in fact, anyone who could be a leader would not have a bad emotional intelligence.
Hotchner is not a technocrat. As an executive in the FBI who can talk directly to the director, he is absolutely proficient in the art of manipulating people's hearts.
I don't know if General Whitworth can help at this time, but when it's time to share the credit, we must not always think about taking it all.
More than a dozen Saberbans and military Humvees were speeding through the city streets, attracting passers-by's glances and secretly guessing whether another shooting had occurred somewhere. Some of the smart ones had already taken out their mobile phones and started searching for real-time news.
Jack was still driving, and Hotchner in the passenger seat kept talking on the phone.
"Don't wear a gas mask. Yes, you can't wear a gas mask. Now is the peak period. If the crowd sees a gas mask, it will cause serious panic and lead to a stampede."
Hotchner hung up the phone and breathed a sigh of relief.
"The Transportation Bureau's security has identified Chad Brown through surveillance video. He just entered the subway station. The next subway had no time to stop and there were still 6 minutes left to enter the station."
"We are responsible for attracting his attention. Jack, your mission is his backpack. You must not give him a chance to release anthrax."
Jack patted his left armpit, confidently saying, "Don't worry, he won't have a chance."
The worst was over. Rosie and Emily didn't have time to rush to the station and went directly to the hospital. They just received news that the drug extracted from the atomized respirator was confirmed to be an inhaled polymyxin.
Dr. Kimura's team is mobilizing relevant medical resources to treat the four surviving infected people and Reid who has just been sent to the hospital. Judging from the current situation, this antibiotic is confirmed to be effective, and everything is moving in a good direction.
While the two were talking, the convoy was approaching its destination.
Jack slammed on the brakes, and the huge Saboban drifted for a long time, knocking away several parked bicycles and going directly onto the sidewalk, scaring several passers-by who had just stepped out of the subway station into making pig noises.
The two people jumped out of the car quickly, and the long motorcade behind them also stopped one after another amidst the harsh sound of brakes. Hotchner put on the headset and gave the order.
"Block the exits and clear the station. It has been confirmed that Chad Brown has just entered the platform and the subway will enter the station in three minutes."
Behind the two people, followed closely by a dozen local FBI and soldiers under General Whitworth, they dispersed one after another and began to evacuate the crowd layer by layer from the outside to the inside.
Jack and Hotchner squeezed through the crowd, took three steps at a time and descended to the bottom platform. They saw Chad Brown at a glance among the crowd.
A thin, short, middle-aged man with glasses, carrying a travel bag that was very inconsistent with his figure, was looking around nervously.
It has to be said that Hotchner looked so FBI in his black suit and headset. Chad Brown noticed something unusual as soon as he turned his head.
He turned around and walked deeper into the platform, but before he had taken two steps, a calm command came from behind him.
"Chad Brown, don't move."
Chad Brown looked back and saw Hotchner holding a Glock in both hands and pointing at him.
"do not come."
Chad Brown clutched the travel bag in his hand, his expression becoming extremely excited.
"I can kill everyone here."
"I will kill you before you do anything." Hotchner firmly held the Glock in his hand without any intention of giving in.
Seeing Hotchner approaching step by step, Chad Brown backed away nervously, holding the travel bag tightly in his hands.
Just when the two were in a stalemate, a short and fat figure arrived panting.
"Stop! Stop! Put down your weapons!"
General Whitworth, dressed in a general's uniform, suddenly appeared and stood between Hotchner and Chad Brown.
"General, what do you want to do?" Hotchner looked surprised and had to lower his gun.
"Call your director, right now, right now, this is a direct order from the president, the U.S. Army is going to take over this guy."
General Whitworth's sudden disruption made Hotchner a little angry, "General, the Army has no jurisdiction. This is a national security matter."
"Now we have it!" General Whitworth pushed back unceremoniously.
"Professor Nichols is dead. He was the only person involved in creating this strain. Only he can tell us how to create super anthrax."
"General, he is a terrorist!" Hotchner was in disbelief, and the hand holding the gun was shaking slightly with anger.
"No! He is the wealth of the country. According to the president's order, I want to take him away." General Whitworth's attitude was decisive, then he turned to look at Chad Brown and softened his tone slightly.
"Sir, please come with me."
"Where to go?"
Chad Brown asked with a trembling voice. His mood at this time seemed to be on a roller coaster, with tension, fear, surprise, ecstasy, and various emotions coming and going.
"Of course it's Fort Detrick, sir." General Whitworth looked at him as if admiring a rare gem, full of desire for talent.
"Really Fort Detrick?" Chad Brown forcibly suppressed his inner excitement.
"I helped create this germ, and you must name it after me."
General Whitworth shrugged, stretched out his hand and made an invitation gesture to him, "Of course sir, this is customary, isn't it?"
I am going to celebrate the Ghost Festival today, and I have to go out later. I may not have time to finish the next chapter. If not, I will make up for it tomorrow. I would like to say hello to all my book friends first.