Love Killer

Up to now, Feston has understood that it is useless for anyone to make any arrangements for Feng Zhannuo, even if it is him, "Then you have to make sure, be careful with me."

"When did you see me careless?" This is the first rule of a killer.

With their guns on, they are like the lonely heroes in the movie. They are desperate and can only fight with all their strength. Of course, the actual situation is not so bad, at least there are two of them, and now is not the time when there is no way out.

"There are several people on the other side, how did you make them appear together? It's not easy." After getting in the car, Feston occupied the driver's seat, and Feng Zhannuo fastened the seat belt on the co-pilot's seat, but in fact this It's his car.

"If you knew your target was going to leave this place, what would you do?" Feston looked at the road ahead.

He laughed immediately when he heard this answer from the side, "In order to prevent the prey from leaving the current encirclement, it is necessary to act before catching. If you change a place, you need to find opportunities again, adapt to the environment, change the plan accordingly, and the probability of success will also increase." It is greatly reduced, so we must hurry up and act."

"But in fact, this is a wrong idea. If you start to act hastily for fear of changing the plan, it will only make the possibility of success even lower." Changing his tone, as a top killer, Feng Zhannuo said that if other killers After listening, you may regret this decision.

"It's a pity that they are not you. They lack your patience and long-term vision, so they can only choose to do it before I 'leave'. This is the only opportunity, and everyone wants to seize it."

"When did you 'leave'? Travel during suspension?"

"They haven't been able to find me during this time. They can only find the clues I left them on purpose. Now the news is that the FBI headquarters will call me back. When they arrive in Washington, it will be even more difficult for them to do it, let alone afterward. I'm likely to be transferred to Virginia, and the National Academy in Quantico needs instructors."

"I remember that the National Academy of the FBI is in the Marine Corps base..." Feng Zhannuo raised his eyebrows, "It seems that I was wrong, and I can't blame them for being impatient. At that time, it would be a waste of time to kill someone. Impossible mission, if you leave such a possibility, even I might be fooled."

Compared with Washington or Quantico, this risk is worth taking, and anyone who wants to disadvantage Feston must seize the opportunity before him or give up.

The car drove up the street and passed through the crowd of people who got off work. For others, this was the end of a day's work, but for them it was just the beginning. Feston's eyes gazing into the distance rarely moved, and he always aimed precisely at the target. Crossing the road before the red light came on, the holster was on his waist, and there was a box in the back seat of the car, which contained Feng Zhannuo's sniper rifle.

He didn't count how many people he killed, he always thought it was meaningless, but he remembered that Feston lived in his house for a few days, which was also meaningless, but it was so clear in his mind.

"You're going to arrest them?" The killers.

"No matter what, I won't let you do it anyway, and I hope you don't join in when the time comes, and I will arrange for others to detain them." He glanced at him, "There is no way to let you get in the car and go together, but I Wouldn't encourage a killer to continue his business, especially because of me."

"Whether it's for you or for myself, it's hard to say." Feng Zhannuo looked back at him with the same gloomy eyes, and smiled, "Have you thought about asking me not to kill people again?"

"Don't dare to think so. It seems impossible for you to change, and you didn't ask me to resign." The car moved forward smoothly, and it was impossible to see from Feston's face what they were going to do this time, his voice Same as the car.

Feng Zhannuo looked at the road ahead with him, "I don't dare to think that way, you are the Caesar of the FBI."

The slight smile remained, like sunlight in the gradually setting twilight, making it impossible for people to see the shadows below.

They stand on the principle of fairness in many matters and do not interfere with each other, but when the positions of the two sides overlap, they have to make some concessions for each other. It is foreseeable that with the deepening of contact, this kind of exchange There are more and more gatherings, and how to choose when the time comes is a difficult problem that they all face together.

The car stopped after a sudden brake, and Jonathan was in front of him with a serious face, "I heard that there is no G team involved in this matter, how can this be? Boss!"

"The higher-ups asked you not to take over any cases, so I don't need to repeat it? The one at my house was already an exception. Don't you think the report was not enough?" Feston got out of the car, and Feng Zhannuo knew G The team didn't know about this matter, "Did you find other helpers?" He whispered in his ear.

"It's very necessary." The hint in Felston's eyes was quickly understood, and he nodded, "Indeed."

The unspoken part is about Jiren, Group G to Feston, and Feston to them. In English, it is rare that Feston seems to have heard it before, "That's the sentence.

"I don't care what you are talking about, this operation cannot be without our share!" Jonathan looked angry, he was angry with Feston for leaving them aside.

"Then can you tell me about Jonathan, how did Folkoff know about my relationship with him?" It wasn't about Jonathan being suspicious, but everyone had to be suspicious. Feston was acting extremely cold at this time.

"The director knows?!" Jonathan looked shocked, "Then what should you do? What will happen to you? What about our team?" After finishing speaking, he saw Feston's face, and he was satisfied, "Boss doubts me?"

"It's one of you." Very sure of this, Feston sat back in the car again, "Go back and stand by."

Seeing the shocked look on Jonathan's face, he comforted him, "In case there is not enough manpower, I will notify you at that time." Then, regardless of Jonathan's reaction, he returned to the car and stepped on the accelerator.

"It's almost here, right in front." Not long after driving past Jonathan, the destination is in front of him. The reason why Jonathan intercepted them here is because this is a place they are all familiar with, the underground parking garage near the FBI branch office building .

Having dealt with many people in similar places, Feng Zhannuo whistled softly, "This is a good place."

"My itinerary is to come here to meet with the people at the Washington headquarters. Those people are all arranged by me. Remember, you don't want to interfere at that time." Pressing his shoulder hard, Feston emphasized again.

Stared at by these cold gray eyes, it is impossible for him not to know the seriousness of his words, but he is Feng Zhannuo, "If I can not intervene, I will try not to intervene, is that all right?"

Feston frowned, pulled him closer and kissed, "Stay in the car well, it will be resolved soon."

He opened the car door and got out of the car. He walked to the place where he was supposed to appear. It was much earlier than the scheduled time. He didn't directly park the car in a fixed parking space. In order to avoid the eyeliner that the other party might arrange, he parked far away. At the same time, it was to keep Feng Zhannuo away from the scene.

Before he reached his original parking space, a bullet shot from behind, bang!

Seeing the flash from the rearview mirror of the car, he avoided it a step earlier, but the gunfire did not stop, but there was an increasing trend. Felston pulled out the gun, and the opponent was earlier than he expected, and he arranged The person has not arrived yet.

He shot back under the dim light, and there was a muffled hum from a distance. He walked up to take a look, and another down-and-out killer passed by the corpse. He looked for the prey around him by feeling.

One thing Feng Zhannuo has always said is right, they are the same kind, the difference is the target of hunting.

"FBI, put down the gun, you still have a way to live, if you don't choose this way, then I can only shoot and kill." He issued a final warning, which was what he had to do.

"I know you are a threat...you are the one I'm looking for." More than one person answered him, which was also expected by Feston. When he pulled the trigger, another person fell down.

"Kill him." Without expressing any sympathy for the death of his companion, the killer's voice was flat as if he had lost human feelings long ago.

Following the footsteps, Feston chased after him.

This is a hide-and-seek killing game. Who is the prey and who is the hunter can only be judged from the ending.

From the moment Feston left his sight, the people in the car picked up the sniper rifle from the back seat, checked the scope and the number of bullets, and also checked the gun on his body, even though he checked it before going out up.

Feng Zhannuo was never a careless person. Considering that Feston was going to face a dead end killer, he didn't dare to be careless. He got out of the car, carried a sniper rifle, and headed towards the direction Feston left just now. , asking him to stay in the car and wait for the result?That's impossible.

The air in the underground garage is always turbid. Depressed people seem to be unable to breathe. Any footsteps will spread. After work, there are not many cars left in the garage. He stood in the corner and waited quietly for a while. Confirm direction.

He couldn't hear anything from where he was standing, and then a few cars drove away, and another came in the other end, and he wasn't sure if the people Felston was waiting for had arrived, and then suddenly he heard a gunshot.

Firefight!With a cold look in his eyes, he quickly approached the place where the gunshot was fired, and when he ran close, the gunshots gradually became denser. Of course, no killer would be caught without a fight, especially at the scene of the assassination of a federal agent. complete.

He stepped on something under his feet, and he saw bullet casings and a few figures, but he didn't see Feston.

Raise your hand and shoot accurately.

Maybe he knew the corpse on the ground, maybe he didn't know it, it didn't matter now, he passed by without looking at it, took out the mobile phone in his pocket and dialed Feston's number, "Where are you? I didn't see you."

"I told you to wait in the car—" Before he could finish speaking, the phone was cut off.