Love Killer

Feston's bold speculation made the air more tense, and Bob's words made the situation worse. It was already afternoon, but no one felt hungry. Feng Zhannuo calmly recalled, shaking Shaking his head, "Impossible, all the management related to the organization have been killed by me."

"Can you be sure that there are no other personnel hidden inside? On the surface, they are managers, but in fact they are just puppets, and there are other people manipulating them." Feston has handled countless cases, and has various powers against major criminal organizations. The structure is understood.

"I thought about this a long time ago, and I also found two observers who were disguised as members of the killer, and they were also killed by me." He described the situation at that time without emotion.

Bob wanted to know Feston's reaction to this sentence, but Feston did not show any surprise or disgust, "Since you are so sure, then we should look for other clues in other directions."

"No, maybe you're right, maybe there are still people who slipped through the net." Feng Zhannuo said suddenly after thinking for a few seconds, "There may be observers who slipped through the net among the killers who left the organization alive. There are more than two people monitoring us..."

Now that he has to consider this possibility, it may not be enough for a single person to completely eradicate a deeply rooted organization. For so many years, he thought that he saved his companions, that he ended the past, and that everything started again ...

With a wry smile, he went to the refrigerator and took out two cans of beer, "Would you like some?" He threw a can to Felston.

"It's just a guess right now. It's not certain. The situation may not be that bad." After catching the beer, Feston still looked so calm, as if nothing could change his calmness.

Feng Zhannuo opened the jar and sang more than half of it in one breath, then exhaled, and leaned against the door of the refrigerator, where Feston patted the seat, "Come here." He stretched out his hand towards him.

"You need to rest your mind. Even if the people in the organization want to avenge the traitors of the year, it won't be right away. You know what will happen if you are exhausted." Feston took his shoulders and let him lean on on his shoulders.

"Hey, who caused me to be physically exhausted, and don't forget that you are also a sick patient." He cheered up and gestured for the gauze wrapped around Feston's chest and back.

"I will call you when I need to change the medicine." Pressing his shoulder, as if to pass on the strength to him, Feston's voice has a reassuring quality, "It's useless to worry now, it's better to take care of yourself first." rest."

"I don't need you to tell me." After experiencing countless dangers, how could he not know that people's mental state and life safety are always closely related. He closed his eyes, and when he opened them, he saw Bob watching their gaze.

"What do you want to say, Bob?" He took another sip of beer, and the cold liquid bubbled through his throat. He put his legs on the coffee table in front of him, crossed them casually, and asked casually.

"You have changed, but I don't know if this change is good or not. Tell me, Ian, will he make you stronger or weaker." Turning his eyes to Fieston, Bob admitted that his worry was not It didn't make sense, "Don't forget how Gran died." He suddenly emphasized his tone.

When he mentioned Drum Gran, Feng Zhannuo stopped singing beer and his expression changed, "We all know how he died, Gran was an excellent killer, but he made a mistake, love On his prey, it's not allowed, no, it should be said to be damned, so he died, I killed it, you want to remind me of this Bob?"

Together with the cold light in his eyes, a gloomy coldness lingered on his handsome face. He mentioned Ian's most taboo thing, and Bob knew very well, "You want to scare me, but it's useless. I'd better say what I have to say." Say, yes, I'm reminding you not to go back to Gran's old way, but I don't think you will listen, so I'm just talking here, after all, your life is your own, I don't care about you thing."

His eyes turned to Feston with deep meaning. If he really cared about Ian so much, he shouldn't have carried him into the abyss. Ian Noy, this young man was already on the edge of the cliff.

"Don't look at me like that. This is not something I can control, nor is it under his control. We have all restrained it, but there is nothing we can do. You should guess how much I want to arrest him, but now I am Sit here." After struggling, he couldn't resist this attraction, so he could only obey his heart.

If Feston had ever had ambivalence, he would have succumbed to it long ago. He sat there, as if it was his own home, and the people next to him were naturally the people he valued the most. He wore a light gray shirt and a pair of well-fitting clothes. The black trousers are simple and capable. Bob can't find any special emotion from those hunter's eyes, but if he digs deeper, he will find a big difference.

And this difference will only appear when facing a certain killer.

"I'm so fucking unaccustomed to hearing an FBI say this to me." Bob cursed with his head down, and wiped his face fiercely, "This is your business, but let's just say it first, it doesn't mean I start trusting a federal police officer." .”

"I didn't expect that." Feston twitched his eyebrows, already feeling very satisfied, Feng Zhannuo sang the beer beside him, "Bob, have you finished your news? What else do you want?"

"How do you know that I still have news, what can my old man find out by himself?" Bob deliberately found fault, but remembering the exchange terms with Feston, he stopped joking, "If, I mean, if, organized People come back to take revenge, and if they want to get rid of the killer who left that year, too many people are in danger."

"Besides Carmen, I have also seen the butcher and Lei. Of course, they are all dead now." Feng Zhannuo briefly recounted what had happened, and also mentioned the resentment that the butcher and Lei had towards him.

Bob sat on the sofa with his eyes slightly closed, listening all the time, and finally opened his eyes suddenly, "Those useless guys, they are looking for death!" After the sudden anger broke out, his tone changed again, " But it’s not their fault, I’ve heard too much of that.”

"What about everyone else? What else do you know?"

"Some people don't live very well. You know, not all of them are good at this job. They all died. I heard that they were killed during the mission, but I think it might be because they wanted to die." Bob's slightly aged voice was full of pity, "There are some people who changed their careers to do other things, such as bodyguards, mercenaries, thugs, which are considered good, and some are depraved, they don't know what to do, and they are addicted to In anesthesia, steal and rob, do everything."

Seeing the fascinated face on the other side, he immediately continued, "Of course, some people have a good life, not everyone is that bad."

"How is it not bad?" Feng Zhannuo wanted to know more clearly.

"How can it be better, of course, start life again, abandon the past, start a new life, be an ordinary person, and have nothing to do with this circle from now on." Bob thinks this is something to be happy about, "Ian, yes You saved them."

Feng Zhannuo seemed to be smiling, but he didn't seem to, "But as long as there is a first time, even if they only kill one person, they will never forget this feeling in their lifetime, no matter whether they like it or hate it."

He held the empty male in his hand, as if in a trance, Feston touched his fingers wet by the mist outside the male, the slight coldness was wrapped in the palm, he warmed his hand, and then the beer can was Take away, "If it turns out that someone is manipulating these people, and it's for revenge, then you have to be careful too."

"Because I'm the culprit, using my hands to kill them is a good way, isn't it?" Commenting on the opponent in this way, the eyes that seemed to be in a trance a moment ago slowly turned, and a dim light appeared.

Whether their speculation is correct is yet to be verified, but since Lei's death, no other killers have appeared again, and the matter seems to be over like this, but it may be just a temporary calm, in preparation for the next storm.

Now no one is sure what is hidden behind this incident.

Feston just lived in his house like this. Feng Zhannuo was not used to this kind of life at first. It was different from Feston's house. After all, this was his domain and territory. Now there was another person, but They've lived together before, so it's not a huge problem.

"What are you doing?" In the morning, Fieston heard a soft voice from the bathroom, opened the door, and saw Feng Zhannuo holding a stone in his hand, he compared to him, "Didn't you see that?" , this is pumice."

"I know it's a pumice stone, what are you doing with it?" He walked over and saw him rubbing the pumice stone on his entire palm, "Are you removing palm lines?"

"Don't be so surprised, it's a habit. I will do it once in a few days. My hands have been injured, and the surface layer of the skin is not as sensitive to sensations as you are." So this is not only for lightening the palm lines, but also for better take a gun.

"Let me help you?" Feston just took the pumice stone over and held his hand. Frequent use can eliminate fingerprints, but on these hands, it is not necessary to eliminate fingerprints. It is used to smooth those Possible scars, traces of skin grafting, and some less obvious lines.

The sound of rustling, rubbing against the skin, these are a pair of murderous hands, but also a pair of ordinary people's hands, which clearly recorded the disasters they have experienced. Feng Zhannuo has no dissatisfaction with his hands, they are very flexible , and can shoot.

Feston's movements were slow, powerful and slow, as if he was cleaning a gun carefully, "There are only fingerprint records in the FBI database, but without yours, palm prints may also be included in the database in a few years, if you do this Quite right, it will help you."

"In a few years, who knows what will happen then." He just finished speaking, met Feston's raised eyes, and seemed to be about to say something, when the phone suddenly rang in the living room, making a buzzing vibration.

Feng Zhannuo went over to take a look, and threw it to Fieston, "It's that old fellow Fukoff."