Love Killer

Inside ghost.

Everyone's eyes were directed at Derek, and it was impossible to meet each other, but Feng Zhannuo laughed, half lying on the ground, with a gunshot wound on his body, he still couldn't help laughing.

"This is the best day I've ever had in a while, don't you guys clap your hands?" If he hadn't had to press the wound, he would have clapped, he almost forgot about the injury on his body.

Receiving Feston's concerned and warning eyes, he raised his finger to greet him. The bullet missed the vital point, at least not a large artery, and he would not die for a while.

At this time, no one cared about the eye contact between them, and they were a little confused under the successive shocks.

"Are you sure you didn't make a mistake? It's Derek? What about the evidence? How could there be an insider in our team?!" Clyde couldn't accept it, "Isn't the account book stolen by someone from another department? With so many people, how can you be sure it's Derek?"

"You are all selected by me, and I know all your background information..." This kind of group consciousness was deliberately cultivated by Feston. They all firmly believe in their partners, which has advantages and disadvantages.

"Derek, where were you before you came to Chicago?" Not wanting to waste time, he didn't wait for Derek to answer, "Washington, you were in Washington before, you have always been an excellent agent, so you are favored by your superiors, this is also your The reason for being selected, but not long after you entered Group G, you were ordered by Folkoff, you received special command, were responsible for monitoring the group's operations, and reported every mission to the headquarters, am I wrong?"

Derek couldn't hide his surprise, "You know that?"

"I know there is such a person, but I'm still not sure who it is. The existence of Group G is a special case. The headquarters will not let it go. Folkoff can't afford this risk. In this way, someone needs to be an eyeliner to monitor the inside of the group. Activities, you play such a role."

Feston's words, as well as Derek's reaction, are proving that this is true, "More conclusive evidence will be found from your computer. I think you can find the report sent to the headquarters from your encrypted file. Copy, you are a cautious person, Derek, and you are very observant."

This is a kind of affirmation, but it is so ironic to hear such affirmation from Feston at this time, Derek does not want to defend himself, "Yes, I am under the orders of Director Fukoff, but I don't think this is the case. There's nothing to do, it's work, and it's my job to make sure everything is okay with the group!"

"You're spying on your own people!" Jonathan looked at him coldly, and the eyes of the others also became cold.

"I did this for everyone. Feston almost killed the entire group because of his personal feelings. Don't you have any ideas? He is Feston Al Qaeda, how could he give up his principles, and a criminal—— "The aggravated voice echoed in the garage, Derek couldn't continue, he pointed at Feng Zhannuo.

"You don't understand him. He didn't give up his principles, but his principles are different from yours. Even now, he still hopes that I won't kill for him. Have you ever heard such a ridiculous joke about asking a killer so much? ?" Feng Zhannuo laughed, his dry voice caught everyone's attention, and they almost forgot about this key person.

"I told you to stop talking!" Fieston stepped forward to stop him. He shook his head and exhaled slowly, "Don't worry, you won't die yet."

"We don't know him because he doesn't want us to know at all. The boss never needs to." Jonathan sighed regretfully, "So when I found out about you, I was taken aback. I didn't expect Derek to know already..."

"First the wireless earbuds that are broken too coincidentally. Isn't it suspicious that it always breaks when you are alone? Then you come out of the underground casino in Las Vegas together, and the ghost can come from our branch escaped from the building, and then the wanted sketch disappeared, the boss’s attitude towards ghosts has always been a little different, plus that explosion, I saw you hugging with my own eyes—” Derek is a very observant person, once Coincidences, doubts again and again, he never gave up observing.

"So you saw it." Feng Zhannuo remembered the explosion not long ago, when Ray blew up Feston's house, and he kissed Feston under the bushes.

"I can't pretend I didn't see it when I saw it. I immediately reported this to Director Folkoff. I was just suspicious at first, but this time I really affirmed it." For Derek, this is also a big deal blow.

Feston always thought that his performance was not obvious, but the fact was just the opposite. There were already many traces to be found. It's not that other people didn't feel it, but no one dared to think about it.

"Fokoff asked you to arrange all this, and promised not to catch him after he was caught. You are a loyal subordinate, but you are not a good policeman, Derek, you have no judgment of your own." The merciless words were like a slap in the face to Derek.

"What about you? The heir of the Al-Qaeda Group, why do you want to be the FBI, to prove that you are a good policeman?" Derek became furious and told the inside story he had investigated.

"Al-Qaeda? Al-Qaeda Group? Is the boss the heir?" There was an uproar, and Derek knew it was irreversible. "Group G was established because of you, boss, and I will call you boss because I really like this place. I like this team, I don't want to betray everyone, but because of you, the headquarters intends to disband the team, do you know?!"

He yelled almost accusingly, as if all the crimes came from Feston's loss of emotional control, Feston had no special expression on his cold face, "Things will always develop like this." It seemed that he had expected this to happen.

Feng Zhannuo closed his eyes slightly, Al Qaeda Group has deals with the government, and has a special relationship with the upper echelons of the FBI, with Al Qaeda Group as the background, how dare that old Folkoff touch Feston?

Everything was in chaos, all members of Group G were shocked by successive accidents, Feston looked at his watch, he was worried that Feng Zhannuo wouldn't be able to hold on for too long.

"It's almost here, you should understand the whole thing, now you have to go to the hospital." He walked up to him, whispered to him, and didn't intend to wait for his answer, took out the phone from his pocket, " Let Bob come here and let him drive you."

He knew he wouldn't trust anyone else, he had to be trustworthy, and the only person they both trusted to get him to the hospital was Bob.

There was no name stored in the phone, and after pressing the number, Feng Zhannuo threw the phone to him, "You want me to leave here before McGarry's people come?" He smiled half-smile.

After talking on the phone, Feston kissed his bleeding and pale face, and said without allowing him to retort, "People who have been wounded by gunshots should stop making trouble for themselves."

Their relationship was already known, Feston didn't hide it, as if those subordinates who were almost petrified around him didn't exist, Feng Zhannuo felt the loss of physical strength at this time, and he didn't want to spend too long with so many FBIs.

"Don't I leave some souvenirs before I leave?" He patted Feston's face and touched his lips, just wanting a light kiss, but he didn't expect Feston to pick him up from the ground and walk towards the garage door When he bowed his head to kiss his neck from his lips.

On the other side, Bob's car was already parked outside. Seeing this scene and seeing the members of the ST team inside, he didn't say anything, "Don't be nasty in front of my old man, get in the car!"

"You came here as an airship?" Feng Zhannuo didn't expect him to be so fast, Bob snorted, "You're lucky, I'm nearby."

There are no bars around here, and it is not a place where Bob usually goes. The only possibility is that Bob got the news from somewhere, knowing that there was a gun battle nearby, something happened, and it was related to him. Come right away.

"Thank you, Bob." He was lying on the back seat of the car, and the old Bob in the front row seemed to have heard nothing, "Pay attention to your wound, I just replaced the new seat cushion, don't get it dirty gone."

"It's a big deal to pay you for the new one." He closed his eyes, and Bob's voice suddenly raised, "Who am I going to pay for when you die?"

He covered his wound and laughed, "Then I've earned it."

Old Bob sighed, "Don't die, Noy."

"He'll be fine." Such firm words could only come from Feston, Feng Zhannuo raised his eyes and raised his eyebrows, a little out of spirits, but his smile was still chic, "That goes without saying."

Bob looked at the man who was still standing outside the car door, stepped on the accelerator, and the car drove towards the nearest hospital.

Feston had to stay and deal with the mess. Feng Zhannuo saw him standing there from the window, and then the scene receded sideways, and Feston's figure gradually blurred. What will happen next? Stone will also feel very headache.

He could barely feel the pain of the wound, maybe it was numb, closed his eyes, controlled his breathing, he didn't want to die at all.

They didn't realize that behind Bob's car, a black car followed in the traffic flow and arrived at the hospital.