Chapter 1078 Bad news and more bad news

"Have you heard of me?" Jack helped him stuff the bag into the Subaru and raised his eyebrows.

"Ah, no, not before." Stanley just put his hand on the passenger door, and his face showed a shy expression that was somewhat inconsistent with his age.

"In fact, before yesterday, I had been working in the FBI laboratory in Washington and had never been on the field.

Yesterday, they suddenly took me to New York. Mr. David Rossi and Ms. Dana Moger told me about the situation here and introduced you to me.

But before that, I did hear some rumors in the laboratory, but they were just small rumors circulating among us. Someone rushed into the fire in Dallas to rescue a baby with a pierced heart and successfully kept it alive.

And drove an armored vehicle loaded with explosives to destroy the entire Central Park."

After he got in the car, he talked a lot. Although the rumors were a bit outrageous and stitched, Jack could still distinguish his part of the "great achievements" from them.

It seemed that the chemical weapons expert might have been too pent up in the laboratory, and his desire to talk was too strong. Jack had to interrupt him when he began to analyze whether the mutant ogre really existed.

"Doctor, uh, Stanley, the lucky person who survived with a pierced heart was an adult male. In addition to his own luck, he was successfully rescued thanks to the military doctor who was present at the time.

There was indeed a baby rescued in the fire. At that time, its mother used her body to protect the baby carriage."

After simply refuting the rumor, Jack also made a joke, "Please don't spread these things anymore. I still want to keep some mystery so that I can write it in my memoirs after retirement in the future."

Stanley looked at Jack's overly handsome face and couldn't help but make a joke, "Then I sincerely hope that you can retire a few years earlier, so that maybe I can see your memoirs before I die. I believe it will be very interesting."

Play After laughing, the Suboban also drove out of the Osan Air Force Base. Jack straightened his face and asked, "So Stanley, how much do you know about VX?"

"VX is an accidental product of an insecticide research and development experiment in 1952. It is a colorless and odorless oily liquid. When stored for a long time, it will decompose a small amount of thiol, so it actually has a slight odor.

But usually when you smell this smell, it is not far from the respiratory muscles stopping working.

This thing is like champagne. When the monks brewed wine, they accidentally had a secondary fermentation, which mixed carbon dioxide bubbles into it."

Obviously, the chemical weapons expert's thinking was a little out of line. When he was about to turn the topic to somewhere unknown, Jack had to forcefully turn back to the topic.

"Stop, stop, Stanley, we are talking about VX, not champagne. If you want to have a glass, I will treat you to the best wine and authentic Cuban cigars here when we solve this trouble."

"Oh, sorry, I'm a little too excited." Stanley scratched his head a little embarrassedly, and then his face became serious.

"A tablespoon of VX poured on the ground can kill all creatures within a radius of 100 feet, and because of its relatively stable volatility, it can last for several days and nights.

In 1968, the military conducted an experiment using an F4 Phantom fighter to spray VX. Unfortunately, a canister malfunctioned during the experiment.

About 9 kilograms of the agent drifted to a valley about 32 kilometers away from the test site, killing more than 6,000 goats. The valley was not allowed to reopen until half a year later."

He paused when he said this, until Jack, who was driving, turned his head and looked at him, and then continued, "Although they call me a chemical weapons expert, I would rather this thing had never been invented."

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Experts are worthy of being experts. After checking the scene and flipping through several chemical analysis reports, Stanley dived into the military laboratory.

An hour and a half later, he left the lab and told Jack, who had been waiting outside, "Although I don't know the other party's identity, this guy is definitely a top expert in this field.

I roughly reversed his synthesis process. The intermediate product itself is highly toxic, and he can only rely on these simple equipment on site to get to this step. If luck is not considered, he must have presided over countless similar work throughout the process.

He has been familiar with each key step and found a suitable alternative. Otherwise, if the operation process is not careful, there will be no signs of life within a few kilometers around."

After listening to him for a long time without saying a key piece of information, Jack forced himself to resist the urge to roll his eyes and asked, "So what step has he reached, and how long will it take to get the finished product? Can you infer the final dose of VX that the other party can get?"

"The last step, but I don't think the other party can find a suitable chiral splitting reagent. I guess he will use high-performance liquid chromatography combined with chiral preparative columns for preparation. In that case, the amount of the final product will not be too much.

As for time, three days can only produce about one kilogram of high-purity VX agent, which is almost the limit."

This guy finally stopped panting. Although he used a lot of terms that Jack couldn't understand, he still gave the answer he wanted. It's just that what he called "not too much" can be directly converted even by someone who is not good at math.

"That is to say, if we simply convert it according to the lethal dose of 10 mg, they can get at least 100,000 VX agents in three days."

"In theory, if you don't consider the actual dispersal conditions." Stanley nodded in approval and added.

"But the nature of VX is too stable. Even if the explosive dispersion method is used, only a small amount will be decomposed by high temperature."

In other words, the other party doesn't need to modify any missiles at all. Just find two drones that spread pesticides to get it done. If the weather conditions are right, you can just fly it to a high altitude and detonate it.

Jack sighed, "Yes, I already know about this.

The good news is that the other party's expert in blasting has died in the explosion last night. The bad news is that everyone in their organization has a military background, so making simple explosives is not a problem."

The slightly fat man was the initiator of the remote-controlled bomb on the streets of Manhattan before, and the ponytail man was an engineering expert. He was the guy who used a self-destructing drone to injure Clay and Hannah.

The CIA finally used sodium thiopental and psychological suggestion to make him confess part of the content, but the military guards were too rough. This morning, he was strangled to death by the ponytail man with a torn sheet.

The DEA's estimate is quite accurate. According to the ponytail man's explanation before his death, Zhang Mingjun did have a sum of money in the hands of the youngest son of a Korean chaebol, totaling one billion US dollars.

The one billion US dollars had long been washed clean and kept in various forms, such as stocks, bonds, funds and even Bitcoin of large companies.

More than a month ago, Zhang Mingjun and his men found the youngest son of the chaebol and gave him a month to convert the assets into cash and deposit them into a secret account in a Swiss bank.

Tomorrow night is the time Zhang Mingjun agreed to come again to pick up the electronic key of this secret account, and the location is in the top-floor box of a nightclub in Cheongdam-dong.

And Jack's guess was basically correct. The 1 billion was used to lure out the important person.

Because not only Zhang Minjun and Kim Cheol-soo, the chemical expert who made VX poison, but also the ponytail man and the slightly fat man, almost all of their families disappeared or died unexpectedly after a "political storm".

"Maybe I can help." Stanley volunteered, "Based on some container debris found at the scene, I tend to think that they will use atomization to spread.

Whether it is an improvised explosive device or an atomization dissemination device, handling these is my specialty."