Love Killer

Picking up the phone without hesitation, he dialed the familiar number, "I'm leaving now, this windbreaker is very nice."

There was a smile in his voice, and so did Fiston's answer, "It's good, it's yours."

"Of course it's mine. That's part of my deposit. Now that I think about it, how much do you still owe me? I mean I've completed my commission as your bodyguard?" Is this a conversation between customers or a lover? I am afraid it is difficult to define the conversation now, Feng Zhannuo put the leather pliers that he wanted to take away on the floor.

The ground lever made a slight knock, and Feston could imagine his current state, and replied decisively, "No, this commission has not been completed, and I will continue to owe you the reward until you complete it. "

"Afraid I ran away?" A killer must be raising his eyebrows now, catching doubts with his half-smile expression, Feston put away his smile, "It's waiting for you to come back, you have to continue to complete it."

Feng Zhannuo looked out the window, Fengcheng, this place seemed to have a different meaning to him, "I have more than one thing to accomplish, wait for me." After hanging up the phone, he still didn't like too many farewells.

Facing the wind, he grabbed the small luggage and closed the door, got in the car, and drove to his destination - the airport.

Waiting for him there will be Judy, the regional director of Harbino's international mercenary organization. It's hard for this female pirate to believe that she was also a member of the FBI and a colleague of Felston.

Feng Zhannuo really wanted to ask her a question, how many people like her and Feston are there in the FBI.

On the other side of the city, the outside wind can be heard through the window. Thinking that someone is leaving the city now, Feston looked away from the window, put down the phone at the same time, and turned around, "You just answer me on the phone, I didn't let you come here."

In Felston's apartment, all around him, the scars of the explosion were still there, and he hadn't had time to have someone clean and redecorate, while his guests sat peacefully in the rubble, enjoying themselves." I just heard the phone call between you and Ian Noye, I came at the right time!"

Greg was still cutting out the pair of thin gold-rimmed glasses, and touched the brown hair on the back of his head. It was obvious that he regarded this place as his home, and Feston didn't seem to want to receive this guest, "What's going on? , What do you mean now, is Fukov planning to turn against the group?"

"It's impossible to turn your face, but you should guess that this incident not only alarmed Folkoff, but also alarmed the old gentlemen, including your father. You can imagine how surprised we were all." Greg made an exaggerated Expression, "I already knew you were different to him. I heard your call just now. You should really look in the mirror, Feston, look at yourself, you are a man in love now!"

"Everyone will meet someone special in their life. It has nothing to do with anyone. It's my private business." Unresponsive to Greg's speech-like exaggeration, Feston started to smoke, and the lights on The flames flashed past his eyes, but Greg still couldn't see what the look in his eyes was.

"You are not worried at all? You are the heir of Al-Qaeda Group, but you actually chose a man, not a woman, who can't have children, so there is no next heir." Greg stated truthfully and was corrected by Feston, "Yes Former heir, I have nothing to do with what's going on there now, you're the one in charge, remember that, Greg."

Greg couldn't help avoiding the eyes that seemed to be able to see through people, and picked up the cup on the table, "...but some people don't see it that way, they still hold expectations, in their eyes you He is the orthodox successor." He touched his chin with one hand mockingly, and turned the wine glass with the other hand, "So you should guess what their reaction is, when Folkoff explained that the other party is a killer, my old man may be the happiest One of them, others..." Shaking his head, he raised his glass, "If you are trying to stimulate them, congratulations, you did it thoroughly."

"There is no need to stimulate them to get involved with my private life. Now that Fukoff suddenly took me under the knife, this matter really has nothing to do with them." Sneered, he had expected this possibility a long time ago. willing, but in the end it was one of the reasons why Feng Zhannuo left.

And Greg seemed to be able to see it, "You let that killer go? Are you afraid that he will confront his family?"

"The price of offending a killer is beyond their imagination." Feng Zhannuo never took the initiative to ask about his family's situation, and now Feston thinks this is a good thing, but Greg said, "They are old, but you can Don't underestimate them, Feston, I have a mission to come here this time."

"What else?" Feston sat down opposite him, "As long as you settle down early and have more heirs, they won't think of me." He took a puff of smoke.

The patriarchal argument, growing up in a family that values ​​​​hierarchy, Greg can’t refute, slowly clapping his hands, this time he is gloating, “Ah! Feston, your brain is so good, this is the one Everyone thinks that you should know more about women, maybe..." He winked, "A woman will bear a child for you, even if you love a man, but you know, it's not impossible.

"It's really impossible. I'm not interested in women." Feston didn't intend to hide it. This was a fact. Greg was surprised that he said it with such certainty, "Have you ever tried to find a woman?"

He is like a family doctor who is anxious to know the patient's symptoms. This eagerness also contains a little selfishness. When Feston raised his eyes, Greg seemed to find that he was too eager, and he returned to his nonchalant appearance in embarrassment.

Feston looked at the smoke in mid-air, "I haven't tried it, so don't waste time if you know the answer. Go back and tell them, I don't have feelings for women at all, don't waste time on me."

"Do you think what I said is useful? Except for your father, the other shareholders seem to be unwilling to let the inheritance rights fall into my hands. You are the orthodox heir. If you abstain, everyone should have a chance to compete, so the matter is It has become like this, because I am sitting in this seat, and some people are still not giving up."

The appearance is glamorous, but Greg also has his own troubles, Feston did not show much sympathy for this, "This is your own trouble, you solve it yourself, I also have mine, I don't have time to listen to your complaints."

"It's so ruthless!" Sighing loudly, Greg sat up from the sofa, "As long as the FBI's family does not express their views, Folkoff will not let go. After all, he is the director of the FBI."

It is undeniable that what happened to Feston made him feel more or less balanced, "If it can't be resolved, the family will come forward to solve it. Folkov will not be troubled by money, and this is not a big deal. It's just an internal problem. It was resolved internally."

I didn't regard this as a big problem. In Greg's eyes, this is something that can be settled with money. It's just that there are some scandals on Feston, and the parties have obviously considered it long ago, "It's better to buy it with money." The method, what is the exchange condition?"

"I am really surprised that you will become the FBI. You have the characteristics of a businessman." Greg sighed in a low voice, and took out a piece of paper. "This is an invitation letter. You can read it for yourself. My mission is completed."

When he walked to the door, he thought of something again, "I heard that someone chased you recently, or you and Ian? I remember you warned me not to approach him, but now, do you need me to return this sentence to you? "

Lifting his gaze from the piece of paper, "It's already too late." Felston's voice spread in the empty room.

"Really? It's a pity." Showing complete indifference to his personal affairs, Greg looked over the house again, and it seemed to have little effect on him as Feston sat alone in the chaos of ruins. He was among them, and became the only order in the room.

"Do you know where the group of people who want to kill you come from? Maybe I can help—"

"Don't touch things you shouldn't, remember that you are an entrepreneur now, you just do what you should do." Feston told him to dismiss this idea.

Greg laughed, "I remember, this is what your father used to say, Uncle Chris, he used to always say that - remember you're an entrepreneur now..." He imitated the tone of the founder of Aedas Group. "He still says that, ever since his aunt died." He looked at Feston, "but I didn't know why he said that until I took over Al Qaeda..." He didn't say any more, he stepped out of the door, "Forget it Yes, I just don't understand why you gave up all this, maybe you know too little about your own family."

Putting on his hat, he walked out of the room, there was a car waiting for him outside, the special car of Al-Qaeda Group, picked up the current president of the group, and the man who should have been in this position but gave it up as a worthless thing, Standing at the window, on the street, the autumn wind rolled up the hem of the pedestrian's clothes.

The paper that Feston was holding might be the best way to solve the problem at this stage, so he threw it on the table.

Greg said that he knew too little, or on the contrary, he would make the right decision because he knew enough. He took out a bottle of brandy from the broken wine cabinet. Before Zhan Nuo came back, he had to solve the existing problems.

At this moment, it is unknown which side of the earth a certain killer is.