Love Killer

This stage is not a hunting ground, but a killer always has a gun on his body. Feng Zhannuo passed by Feston, nodding and greeting everyone else, and when his eyes met, he blinked slightly, with a slight smile Cold, looking in a certain direction.

Those are the eyes of ghosts, alert, ready to shoot at any time, and the cold murderous intent like rain is hidden in the eyes.

Being on alert means that there may be danger. Feston received his sarcasm, and turned his eyes back to the heroine Belivia. Beside her, Mrs. Meryl was talking enthusiastically. Nuo's arrival, Belivia smiled and nodded, and Mrs. Meryl was quick-witted, and immediately turned around to greet the new guest.

"Don't be polite here, Baron Winterthres, or can I also call you Macro?" She jokingly shortened the distance between the two, and Mrs. Meryl, who was in her 50s, , her body exudes the warmth of home.

"Of course you can, but it's only fair that I have to call you Meryl." It's not very polite to treat this lady as an equal, but Mrs. Meryl seemed very happy, "It seems that you Go back decades!"

For an aging lady, sometimes a little transgression is equivalent to a compliment. Mrs. Meryl is steadfast at all. Women love to hear nice words, especially from such a handsome young man.

Being favored by Mrs. Meryl, she began to introduce other people present to him. Feng Zhannuo freely displayed his natural talent, circling in the social circle of the upper class, calling himself Baron Winterthres, no one would doubt, From another perspective, in fact, he is now acting more like a noble than most real nobles.

Some innocuous jokes, a few brisk greetings, and the faint sense of superiority as a nobleman revealed in the rest, all of which are inadvertent, too deliberate will make people disgusted, just right will become a kind of Impressive personal traits.

The arrival of "Baron Winterthres" made the atmosphere a little different. Some people watched curiously, while others were excited. The ladies couldn't hide their curiosity about the Baron.

Feston could not deny that Feng Zhannuo was exceptionally dazzling on this occasion, and celebrities from all walks of life would know about such a baron in a short time, but being noticed might not be a good thing for a wanted criminal.

The racing has not yet started, the men are drinking and talking, from finance to technology, women to luxury cars, are their topics, the women clustered together in two or three, due to the different identities of Belivia, except for a few suitors, There was no one around her to talk to.

Blusen sat near her, like a guardian and a watcher, monitoring all the people and conversations around him.

Mrs. Meryl brought Feng Zhannuo into the crowd, "You have seen the ones just now, come with me now, you must meet this person, an important person in Al-Qaeda Group, I would like to know what you think He, you should have greeted you when you entered the door."

Her gaze directed Feng Zhannuo to look at the balcony. The man standing there holding a glass of wine did not appear indifferent or rude, but there was a different atmosphere around him. Several entrepreneurs heard that he was from Al-Qaeda Group People with the intention of making friends gathered around him, and with just a few words, he controlled all the conversations around him under his will and domination.

Seeing Feston again in a different occasion and identity, it feels wonderful, like getting to know each other again, watching for a long time, Feng Zhannuo feels sincerely honored and happy to have such a lover and person.

"Well, that man, if you are here for Belivia, you should know that this man is your strong enemy." Madam Meryl said suddenly as if nothing had happened while chatting.

"You are really surprising, ma'am." He and she stared in that direction together. Feston felt the gaze, turned his head, offered cups to them, and walked towards them.

"Belivia told me how you knew each other. Although I am old and my eyesight is not bad, I don't like your approach, young man, but you didn't abandon it when you were in danger. She, I have completely changed my opinion of you." Mrs. Meryl smiled and said these words to him, and at this time Feston came in front of them.

Mrs. Meryl may be in the mood of watching the battle, she doesn't understand the actual situation, "You have all introduced each other, my master will not say more, so as not to think I am too old, but I want to reiterate that this Mr. Baron is Miss Belivia's guest, as long as you know it yourself." Mrs. Meryl dropped these words and left.

After underestimating this lady, Feng Zhannuo understood that this was also a test, he was a newcomer, under the superficial politeness, Mrs. Meryl gave others a chance to let them know his purpose, and it was also a test. Give him a chance to gain an advantage in this man's contest to judge whether he has a chance to be one of the candidates.

However, the strongest enemy she pointed out for him was Feston.

"What are you laughing at?" Feston took a glass of wine from the passing waiter, and the person in front of him narrowed his eyes with a smile, "Don't you think it's funny? Gambling, banquets, Mrs. Merrill's salon, racing cars, And... shot." There was a pause in the middle, Feng Zhannuo held up the cup, and there was no pure smile in his narrowed eyes.

Feston noticed the last key, "Shoot?" His Feng Zhannuo hinted to him when he first entered the door, "What happened?

"A bullet." Feng Zhannuo recounted what happened in the morning, and why he was able to find Belivia, "There is an important salon party in the afternoon, and a lady like her can only go to the beauty salon in the morning."

This morning he went to the door of the largest beauty salon in Monte Carlo early in the morning. It is not difficult to find a flower shop nearby. Fortunately, he bought breakfast near the flower shop and spilled coffee on the On the lady who entered the beauty salon.

What followed was exceptionally smooth, including the shot, and he was probably here now thanks to the bullet that hit the roof of the car.

"Are you okay?" Feston seemed to be more nervous than him, he smiled "'You see, I am standing here, what can I do, it's Belivia, I see if she can bear it Little fright."

"Start caring about her now, don't get too into the drama." Feston seemed unhappy, Feng Zhannuo just smiled at his warning, and took a sip of champagne, "'Hey, someone is jealous."

Feston didn't refute, just acquiesced, if the environment didn't allow it, what he wanted to do now was to hold the person in front of him in his arms, and kiss him around with his cold murderous intent and cunning smile net.

"Keep your gaze away, action-oriented, don't be seen by others." I don't know if others can see it, but Feng Zhannuo feels that Feston's eyes have gone beyond the range of greeting each other.

"Don't worry, no." I don't know where Feston's confidence comes from.

There are too many eyes staring at them, wanting to find out the content of their conversation, but no matter what they think, they probably can't guess the conversation between these two people at this moment.

"Is there any clue, who is the other party?"

"The person who shot? I didn't see it. It shouldn't be the first time Belivia has encountered a shooting. Compared with other royal families who showed up, killing her can serve as a warning, but it is easier to attack. It may be aimed at Monaco. Opponents of the royal family.” There was civil unrest everywhere, plots and assassinations.

"This is the reason. Rainier III wanted to find a strong backer who could protect Belivia for him, so he sent invitations to the world's major business giants." So they were all involved, and Feston knew that Al Qaeda Group I really want to promote this political marriage.

But there are other important things in front of me, "You haven't finished your sentence yet, your identity is a problem, Baron Wentress." It is an occupational disease, Feston is always very concerned about his concealed identity, "This is not a good Pretend, what do you think?"

Before Feng Zhannuo gave the answer, Feston didn't directly blame him for his carelessness. The person in front of him was a killer ghost after all, and he shouldn't make such a low-level mistake.

"The person who proposes must use this name. I can only be Baron Macro Wintress." Looking into Felston's eyes, he said a key point. In order not to arouse others' suspicion, Feng Zhannuo turned his head , facing an oil painting hanging on the wall.

It's like they're chatting about a painting.

"As far as I know, there is indeed such a person." Feston approached the balcony, and the outside light shrouded him in a haze. He held the wine glass and turned his eyes thoughtfully.

Not far from his side, there is a large spacious balcony, or it should be considered a terrace, which hovers in mid-air like the VIP stands of an opera house. Below is the street, which is also a world-renowned international racing track.

The roar of the racing car's engine rumbled, and the whole street was boiling.

"Come and see, everyone, the competition has begun!" Mrs. Meryl greeted her guests loudly, and did not forget to take extra care of Miss Belivia and let her stand in the position with the best view.

The men who wanted to have a relationship with the Principality of Monaco wanted to take the opportunity to talk to her, but they didn't want to make it too obvious, so they stood around in twos and threes in order to maintain a polite order.

Today's guests include several aspects. The first is of course Belivia and her suitors. They are all celebrities from all walks of life. At the same time, some of them are not here for her. Those are regulars in Mrs. Meryl's salon. Most of them are local rich men in Monaco, as well as French officials.

Looking at these various people, hearing the roar of the engine outside, two men with different thoughts walked onto the balcony one after the other.

That's right, the game has started.