Love Killer

There are no less than dozens of possibilities to cause the phone to hang up suddenly. Feston may have nothing to do, he said to himself before losing his composure, but there is always a lingering feeling, like some kind of omen. This feeling had saved him more than once when he was in danger.

But this time he was not alone, he couldn't let his instinct leave, he believed that Feston would not be so easy to get into trouble, he had to believe so.

Going to the other end of the garage, there are still gunshots and footsteps, following the sound approaching, Feng Zhannuo never put down the gun in his hand, the incandescent light on the top made his face pale, he suddenly appeared like a ghost In front of those killers.

The other party saw him, "You..." The unfinished words were terminated by gunshots, and the silver Colt with the silencer was retracted with two puffs.

"I'm not here to reminisce about the old days." Lowering his head, the corpse under his feet opened his eyes wide, and he stepped over the corpse, looking for the next target.

He didn't know how many people the opponent had. If there were too many people, it might be very difficult for Feston to deal with it alone. From the scene, the manpower he arranged was obviously not in place. Is this the FBI's mistake or the opponent's attack before the arrest, or someone Disrupting Feston's plan is still uncertain.

"You are hindering us." The man who suddenly appeared had Feng Zhannuo's familiar eyes, and there was nothing in his eyes.

"It's me." Raising his hand, the bullet was shot at the opponent, and he was dodged by a nimble dodge. The opponent was a colleague, and Feng Zhannuo didn't expect to hit him with one blow, especially this person didn't look like a simple character.

Several figures appeared one after another, what happens when a killer meets a killer, faster, more accurate, more ruthless, how aggressive, Feng Zhannuo glanced at him, jumped behind a car, and was shot by a hail of bullets The sound made dozens of bullet holes in the car in front of him.

The other party is not all people he knows, maybe they are in the organization, maybe not, this makes no difference to Feng Zhannuo, paying attention to the direction of the opponent in the garage where the gunfire echoed, he counted, there are at least five people here , I don't know how many people there are in Feston.

Concealment, looking for opportunities, shooting, when he shot, he remembered how long he hadn't killed anyone, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, a stern and merciless smile, harvesting lives along with the bullets.

He regards this place as a hunting ground, and they will all become his prey. He wants to find Feston as soon as possible after finishing them.

The black shadow is like a ghost, and it is not a happy thing to be the opponent of the ghost. The opponent does not know who they are facing.

Quick and without any unnecessary movements, not only can he use a gun, but his hands and feet are weapons. In fact, Feng Zhannuo is also very good at breaking people's necks.

Click, this is not a bullet, but the sound of a broken neck, let go of your hand, as if you just unscrewed a bottle cap just now.

Experienced killers can clearly see the opponent's strength and assess the risks. The most experienced killer among several killers finally found out, "You are a colleague, why?"

Why hinder them? "Don't you want to help each other? Stop joking." Bang, another shot, another person fell, Feng Zhannuo's answer was the standard style of a murderer.

They don't pay attention to working together. While intercepting him here, the real target may be caught by others first, "Withdraw—"

"It's too impolite to leave without saying hello." Aiming, shooting, the process took less than a second, and there was a spray of blood.

If you can't match, you can only retreat. There are still two people under the stab, and they retreat from two directions respectively. The wrist drew an arc, the gun rang, and the body fell sideways.

After changing the magazine, he continued to dial Feston's phone, but he still couldn't get through. There shouldn't be all the killers in front of him, but there were others. Why did Feston's phone keep disconnecting? The ominous feeling became more and more obvious. Even colder, he suddenly heard a car approaching.

Several black SUVs were coming towards him, their tires screeching, and they stopped around him.

He looked coldly, at least dozens of people got out of the car, no, maybe hundreds of people, fully armed, with guns in their hands, the footsteps were amplified and shook the ground, like a black tide, in the blink of an eye he was caught Surrounded by these people.

"Ian Noye, you have been arrested. You can remain silent on suspicion of espionage. Everything you say will become evidence in court."

"Is this a trap?" Feng Zhannuo stared at the familiar people in the crowd, many of whom he was familiar with, "Hundreds of people mobilized the crowd, but only for me, I should be honored." His eyes were like ice picks , pointing directly at the speaker.

The ST team was among these people, and the person who spoke just now was Derek, "You are a wanted criminal, suspected of spying on the deputy director of Tambur, and now you have five lives. What else do you want to say?"

There were five corpses lying on the ground. They were all killed by him. The bullets were on the dead man. The gun was in his hand. The blood on the ground had not clotted. This is the crime scene. Feng Zhannuo looked up at the surveillance camera, "Needless to say, You even have evidence."

"Put the gun down!" Derek was there, and Jonathan was there too, with complicated expressions on his face. Feng Zhannuo remembered what Feston said. If necessary, he would summon the members of the ST team, and now they really came.

His heart seemed to be oppressed by something, he took a deep breath, his face remained calm, "Where is Feston, where is he?"

There are not only people from the ST team here, but also the team responsible for violent crimes. Many people were suspicious of the question he asked at this time. Derek held a gun and smiled strangely, "Of course the boss is safe. The place, this is all arranged by him, he is our Caesar."

In an instant, the blood flowed backwards, and Feng Zhannuo's fingertips, which had long lost their sensitivity to temperature, felt a burst of coldness. This coldness spread from the fingertips to the whole body, "Say it again."

He heard himself speak, and the voice seemed far away.

There is no anger or coldness, Derek only sees the darkness in the killer's eyes, the darkness is boundless, as if he wants to swallow something, destroy something before he is willing, this is more disturbing than any killing intent or coldness.

The surrounding was suffocatingly quiet, he made up his mind, and said again, "This is all arranged by the boss, the plan is very thorough, only in this way can we catch you, and at the same time we can have evidence to prosecute you for murder. You can't escape this time, ghost."

There was only the sound of his own heartbeat, which was getting faster and faster, Feng Zhannuo raised his gun, "Say it again." He smiled.

In the blue eyes, the darkness gradually enlarged.

Derek couldn't speak for a while. When he was silent, others also noticed something was wrong. Jonathan opened his mouth. He didn't expect such an unexpected change in the matter. He knew the relationship between Feston and him, so come now Said that he is the one who knows best how dangerous the current situation is, "It was the boss who informed Derek..."

There seemed to be some pity in his eyes, Feng Zhannuo wanted to knock his face off, "Shut your mouth! Tell Feston to come out and see me!"

"We will not shoot, but you must lay down your weapons, and I advise you to do so!"

Some sensed that there might be some kind of friendship between Feston and this killer. No one in the other members of the ST team wanted to do it first. Besides, as long as the ghost was still holding a weapon, no one would dare to act rashly, but the violent crime team didn't know. These.

Team leader McGarry answered the phone, Fang Zheng's face was serious, "Yes, I understand."

"The chief ordered, shoot!" He ordered the shots to be fired.

"Wait—stop!" Jonathan wanted to stop it before it was too late. When the gunshot rang out and the bullet pierced Feng Zhannuo's body, he didn't feel too sharp pain, only a feeling of paralysis transmitted to his heart, heart The constant contraction brought numbness and dull pain every time, he wanted to sneer, but in the end the corners of his mouth only moved slightly.

The body seemed to have its own will, rolling neatly, avoiding the vital points, holding down the bleeding wound, and hiding behind the car. This series of movements was unbelievably smooth, and all the bullets behind them missed, leaving a row of bullet marks on the ground .

"He's injured, find him!" McGarry commanded his men, and dozens of people chased after him. There was no one behind the car, only a pool of blood.

The members of the ST team were not surprised. This is a ghost after all. "Captain McGarry, do you know who he is? He is a top-notch killer, and he can't be solved by surrounding him and shooting him!"

McGarry turned around and expressed dissatisfaction with their group, "The director asked us to cooperate, but what are you doing, letting go of a killer? Now blame me for making a hasty decision. According to what you said, this person is probably a killer." What are you hesitating about the suspect who killed Deputy Director Tanbul? You should have shot from the start!"

McGarry felt right, they hesitated, Derek frowned, "What's the matter? Why didn't you shoot just now, as long as he catches his boss, he can be reinstated, and we can resume normal work immediately."

"Boss is only suspended for a month, the time is coming, why rush?" There were bloodstains on the ground, Jonathan stared at the bloodstains left by the ghost, and heard Derek's answer, "Don't you know, the higher ups intend to take the head off?" My son was transferred to Quantico as an instructor to train students."

"What?!" Not only was Jonathan surprised, but it was also the first time for others to hear, "The boss is leaving, so we—"

"Maybe it will be disbanded." McGarry took the walkie-talkie to listen to the reports of his subordinates, and heard their conversation slowly interjected, "But this matter has not yet been settled, it is just an internal rumor."

It turned out that Feston's so-called fake news did have real elements. Feng Zhannuo was inhaling behind a wall, his hands covered with his own blood.

The most dangerous place is also the safest for the time being. He leaned against a nearby wall and moved here after the searchers left.

He didn't dare to relax his attention. He had to keep an eye out for anyone approaching. According to his current injuries, he judged that he had a dose of time to escape the siege, but what he wanted to do most now was to find Feston.

He always thought that he knew something about him, not completely, but mostly, but it turned out that his understanding was far from enough. Is this a conspiracy by Feston, or someone else's conspiracy, or that the whole thing is not complete from beginning to end? A big scam?

His physical strength was lost along with the blood. This was not the first time he was shot. It was nothing. He pressed his blood-losing abdomen hard. He knew that it was only a matter of time before he was discovered, and he had to leave before that.

"There is a gunshot!" The gunshot sounded in the distance, and Hans heard it. Team leader McGarry picked up the walkie-talkie, "Where is the target?"

Who caused the shootout at this time, the killers who slipped through the net?Those people who hunted Feston should not be the only ones, Feng Zhannuo followed all the movements.

"Team leader, there is more than one target, and the origin of the other party is unknown, and they started exchanging fire with our people." Could it be those killers?Why did those people help him?Feng Zhannuo could hear his men's reports from McGarry's walkie-talkie, and he never believed in coincidences and luck.

The large number of teams that appeared suddenly caused great hindrance to the search of McGarry's men. Jonathan saw a few people and recognized them immediately, "Captain McGarry, I think they are mercenaries. Did you see that person? Kicked out by a gangster and offended many people in the Tao, he could only join a notorious mercenary organization in the world."

"I've heard for a long time that everyone under the ST team has their own specialties. Today is a good experience. You really have a deep understanding of gangsters, even the people who were kicked out. Jonathan, wait for your team Disband, I welcome you to my place."

Patting Jonathan on the shoulder, McGarry seemed to say this deliberately in front of them, as if the disbandment of the ST group was a foregone conclusion.

Jonathan didn't answer, Feng Zhannuo heard the answer in the dark, he didn't have any extra energy to think about why these mercenaries appeared, the energy accumulated in the past few minutes was enough for him to move around for a while, he stood up and just stood still , suddenly felt someone approaching from behind.

"It's me." With a tightening of his waist, Feston's voice was behind his ears.