[Comprehensive] People who like me are sick

The BAU team soon arrived at the Twelve Branches Subway Station on Fremont Street in Las Vegas. The local police commander was just about to come over to introduce the situation when he heard gunshots.

That didn't come from outside, the source of the sound was in the subway car.

Hu Qi, the supervisor, looked away, and his eyes intersected with Aphra Maggie, the leader of the Washington State Anti-Terrorism Team. A touch of worry and vigilance also flashed across the eyes of the two.

Hu Qi asked the regional commander: "Can you determine the number and specific location of terrorists?"

The commander-in-chief of the area looked very bad. Originally, he regarded this case as an ordinary hijacking case, but now it has been raised to the level of homeland security. He frowned and said: "The cameras in the subway have been destroyed, we can't see the subway The specific situation in the carriage, and, as you can see, all the victims were asked to hold their heads close to each doorway to block our view."

"From the previous gunshots, we guessed that they were in the middle of the sixth car and the fifth car, and someone in the car also sent a message to confirm our guess. However, the gunshot now is obviously It was transmitted from near the third car, so we are not able to determine the exact location of the terrorist."

"As for the number of people, there are only two people from the monitoring of the subway entrance and exit, but then the masses broke the news that there is a third terrorist. We found them from the data database. They are..."

"Okay." Hu Qi interrupted the commander-in-chief. What he said now they had heard on the way before coming, "Integrate all the news you have received from the victims of the subway group, Penelope Garcia of the FBI's technical department will investigate the profiles of these individuals."

Hu Qi introduced Garcia, who was carrying a computer, to the local police, and began to assign tasks and commentary while walking, "Morgan and Plantis are going to cooperate with Maggie of the anti-terrorist team, and Rhett is going to check all the underground passages on Fairmont Street to find Terrorists are most likely to choose an escape route, *responsible for stabilizing the media outside, remember not to let them make publicity and publicity for the time being."

As soon as the young supervisor's voice fell, the words of the regional commander next to him interrupted.

"The "Times" interviewed it 10 minutes ago, and it is estimated that it has been published now..."

As soon as the words fell, the footsteps of the BAU troop stopped abruptly.

After Hu Qi glanced at them, the rest of them started to take up the assigned tasks, leaving him and the regional commander in place.

"You should keep this matter secret first." Hu Qi's face became more and more tense. He glanced at the commander-in-chief who was full of justice but sloppy, and then said: "The panic of the masses is sometimes worse than the virus. The power of the report is even greater. Fairmont Street is a bustling area. Although the people in the [-]th Street subway station have been evacuated, there are still many people on the ground. Once the report is published, it will cause huge regional panic. Combined with the number of people in this area Density, you should know how many deaths will be caused by the stampede caused by the people's fear."

Before the commander-in-chief answered, Hu Qi walked away.He has more important things to do now.

He believed in the ability of the police, and she could buy them some time before the panic of the people caused by anthrax broke out.

And in the time when they are racing against time, they have to find all the terrorists, whether they have appeared openly to let them know, or they are now hiding in the crowd and being treated as victims. Of course, compared to these, they have another The most important thing is to solve the anthrax virus with the least casualties.

As early as when Aphra Maggie clearly placed the photos of the three terrorists in front of them, he felt a sense of discord.

If, as Constance, the director of the DEA Narcotics Control Agency, said, they have been investigating this issue of transnational drug trafficking since three months, and now they are related to terrorists of biochemical viruses and involved people from the anti-terrorist forces and the CIA, then this matter Things will never be simple.

Since it is not a crime of passion, then why do they act so indifferently and impulsively at first glance?

He thought a lot, and even thought about the recent new policies and parliamentary elections. Could it be political reasons?Racial reasons, or economic?

Hu Qi didn't know. Judging from the information they have now, they know very little, because most of the information is false.

Whether it was the personal data of the three known terrorists that Garcia traced back to the source or the communications received by the police department from the victims of the subway.

The only thing he can be sure of now is that the people who planned this terrorist operation were well-planned, there were more than three terrorists, and some people were hiding in the crowd to create smoke bombs for themselves and the police to hinder their search work.

Moreover, based on the judgment of the gunshot that just rang out—only one gunshot, indirectly mixed with the violent sound of glass shattering, there was no second gunshot after two seconds, and there was no continuous screaming after that, he could basically judge that the gunshot was inside. In that case, there is now at least one more victim in the subway.

Hu Qi stood there silently, and heard the strong wind from the tunnel in his ears, which seemed to be crying and whimpering, but also like a desperate wailing.

***

Las Vegas Fairmont Street Twelve Branch Subway Station, No. [-] Subway, Car [-].

Fu Jiang coughed violently while clutching her hot and painful neck. She opened her mouth and breathed heavily, and the short-term suffocation still permeated her chest.

A dull pain came from her heart, her body was still trembling unnaturally, Carlisle and Lloyd surrounded her, one held her dizzy head, the other stopped her shoulders and kept stroking, Their eyes were unanimously filled with deep worry.

Fu Jiang stepped back and leaned against the aluminum plate wall of the subway.Carlisle withdrew from patting her shoulder because of her movement, and Lloyd regretfully withdrew his hand from supporting her neck.

"Cough, cough...thank you..." After Fu Jiang coughed twice, he thanked them softly in a hoarse voice.

The two looked at her with pity in their eyes.

Carlisle knew that Fu Jiang didn't like to be in close contact with people other than acting, so he wisely didn't get close to her after seeing her retreat. Instead, he took two steps back and stood by her as a guardian. next to.

Lloyd was the same, except that he was different from Carlisle, who was always a gentleman. He leaned sideways, moved closer, reached into his pocket, and grasped the cold metal.

As an actor, Lloyd does not have any special acting talent nor a strong status. The only thing he can rely on is his solid acting skills and diligent learning spirit day after day.

The role this time is not a small challenge for him, so in order to better understand the emotions of the killer Ben, his subconscious, the instinct of being a beast hidden in the dark, he entered the crew by himself. From the beginning, he kept the prop knife belonging to Killer Ben by his side.

A straight knife with no handle, no decoration, but extremely sharp.

While protecting Fu Jiang, Lloyd and Carlisle put some of their distracted attention on the rear corner of the carriage.

It used to be where they and Fu Jiang sat, but the clean and white place was now a mess, with large blood stains flowing from the chairs, the ground, the walls, and even the armrests were stained red.

At this time, there was silence in the carriage, and the passengers stopped screaming. Some of them hugged each other and trembled, while others closed their eyes and kept holding the cross, begging God for redemption.

It was so quiet that they could even hear the sound of running water 'tick tick tick...', accompanied by the sound of blood flowing, and a gradually slowing gasp.

Moving his gaze to the place where the sound came from, he saw a bloody man clutching his stomach who was already breathing more air and less air out.

From the exposed skin, one can still see his complexion.

He is a black man, and he is Fergus who wanted to do dirty things to Fu Jiang before.The originally arrogant man had now turned into a poor wretch, a tortured dying man.

Lloyd and Carlisle had no sympathy for what happened to him. At this time, the fear, shock and sympathy that normal people would arouse could not be found in them.

They looked at him with nothing but pleasure in their eyes.

What he did to Fu Jiang is unforgivable, even the most merciful god can't forgive him for what he just did.

Such a happy death is really cheap for him.

At the same time, the two of them turned their attention to Cyrus who was at the side. At this moment, his hands were covered with blood.

He was holding a sharp and long bayonet with a ribbed handle about 30 centimeters long.

Because of his family and experience, Carlisle saw the true identity of the knife at a glance—the 56-style three-edged bayonet, which is an enhanced version of the 53-style military stab. After piercing into the human body, the stab is pulled out in the body cavity where the negative pressure is eliminated. , effortlessly, this is an extremely practical killing weapon.

He didn't know where Cyrus got such a thing, and he didn't know why he carried it with him, but he knew clearly that at this moment, Cyrus was no longer the one he knew. Cyrus is gone.

The icy blue water eyes became extremely deep, like a piece of ice that could not be melted, Cyrus played with the bayonet in his hand, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

In front of him were two other men who got into the car and carried golf bags at the beginning. They were guarding him with sniper rifles but they didn't do anything.

The three of them confronted each other in this small space, none of them spoke, each waiting for the opportunity.

Kemp was not a patient man, and, as time passed, one of their companions was dying.

He paid attention to the man in front of him with a bloody white cloth wrapped around his head. A few minutes ago, he was helpless under Fergus' hands like a weak chicken, but a few minutes later, he seemed to have completely changed. one person.

Calm, dangerous and full of killing intent, like a cheetah hiding in the woods waiting to feed.

He didn't see how he drove the bayonet into Fergus' stomach, nor how he used it to stir in Fergus' intestines and then gouged it all the way to the chest cavity.

He and Joshua's attention was disturbed by the sudden gunshot from inside, and during the pause of tens of seconds, the blood of one of their companions splashed out, covering half of the carriage.

"I'll give you a chance." Kemp's gray eyes revealed a hint of sternness, and he said to Cyrus with a ferocious face: "One minute, let your friend who is hiding in the dark come out."

Cyrus' eyes met the pitch-black tip of the gun in Kemp's hand. Suddenly, he restrained his smile and stopped playing with the bayonet. Looking at Kemp, who was full of murderous intent, his eyes held back the madness. undercurrent.

"What if I refuse?" Cyrus asked.

Kemp pointed the gun at his forehead and said with a smirk, "Then, go die!"