Love Killer

At least they're still alive, and while Anthony dodges the biggest impact in the backseat, it looks like a bruise at best.

"Very good, he's still alive..." If he died, it would be a waste of work, Feng Zhannuo was surprised that he could still think of this task at this time.

"He's alive, but we're out of time." Feston was in a daze, but his mind was clear.

Raising his elbow, he slammed down the front windshield of the car, now it is at the front and lower, smashing a hole, and a large piece of glass was smashed from the cracked position, and then there was a brief darkness in front of Feston's eyes , he closed his eyes, and Feng Zhannuo's shout came from a distant place.

"Don't close your eyes! Damn you, if you dare to die here, I'd rather shoot you now and let you die in my hands!" Ignoring the possibility of other injuries to the body, Feng Zhannuo was stuck He moved between the seats, broke free and held Feston's arm firmly, and lowered his net.

"If you dare to move again, I will kill all the people here! I mean it, I will kill them all, and you will bear this crime! If you dare to move again--" He took out the gun that never left his body, He wants to prove that he is not joking.

"Don't threaten me with what you can't do. You said that I am the person who understands you best." Feston's body is very strong, and he knows that he will not die now, "I pay myself, okay?" It's easy to make you a killer more obedient, how could I be willing to die..."

"If I'm dead, no one will control you... You'll have an excuse to kill people and commit crimes... This is absolutely impossible." Feston adjusted his breathing, and touched the cold face in front of him with his bloody hand.

Maybe he was originally a cold-blooded killer, which is true for others, but not for Feston. He has already walked into his soul and seen through the essence.

Feng Zhannuo shook his head, "Yes, you are a competent police officer, the most incredible FBI, you exchanged yourself for the killer's trust, you got a ghost, you used your method to tame him, but you also lost money You killed yourself..."

"...Who loses and who wins?" After Feiston finished speaking, his eyes moved, and Feng Zhannuo knew that he wanted him to get out from there.

Win or lose, now is not the time to discuss, they are now in a dilemma, "You said that Judy went to call someone, right? But she hasn't come back yet." Feng Zhannuo saw the fallen body on the ground, it was Judy's.

"This is the worst case..." Feston also saw it, and Anthony dared to intervene at this time, "What happened, a car accident? Belivia's grandfather wants us all to die?!"

"No, it wasn't him. Unfortunately, I caused it." The noise and chaos outside caused panic. The fuel tank might explode at any time. No one dared to come up to help, and those who dared had already been killed.

Anthony doesn't know how he's so calm right now, both of them are like, "You caused it? How? You better stay still, I can see your injuries from my vantage point, and you yourself don't understand how serious it is , ordinary people have been unable to move for a long time, even the slightest concussion is enough for you, not to mention there may be other..."

"To shut up."

"To shut up."

The two voices prevented Anthony from playing his professional expertise. He took a deep breath and looked at them, "Well, I won't say it, you are not normal people, you are all superhuman, but I am not, I am very It hurts, I'm going out—"

"No!" Feng Zhannuo moved, and then he knew that his shoulder was injured and his muscles were throbbing, "There are snipers outside, no matter who is going out, he won't be able to tell, you will be killed as soon as you go out, Like that guy."

Anthony didn't hear the gunshots, but he did see the dead. "Is there no one to take care of it? Today is National Day, how can the police see a major accident and no one is there to take care of it?!"

"Because the prince may be very happy to see this accident. Notice where we are. We are approaching the Opera House. This is a small road. As long as it is not on the main passage, the media will not find it. They can watch the situation develop. , set up roadblocks, and someone else can help solve the problem, they can't wait." This is not the most dangerous situation Feng Zhannuo has encountered, he moved his fingers.

"We can't die." His words were comforting to Anthony, turning his eyes, he looked at Feston and the wound on his head again, "I won't let you die here."

"I believe you won't." Feston stared at the gap on the windshield, "Go out from there, Judy must be dragged...you take Anthony to the Opera House..."

"Are you saying I'll leave you alone?" Feng Zhannuo raised his eyebrows, and pressed his hand on the wound on Fieston's forehead, "Thanks to you, I haven't taken on other tasks for a few months. If you are a degenerate federal policeman, then I am also a degenerate killer, and I have not collected money to kill for several months."

Anthony was surprised to hear him say that he was a killer. The man who gritted his teeth and said these words immediately laughed again, "Nice job, Caesar."

He whispered in Feston's ear, "Now it's my turn, and I'm going to fight a good fight."

Regardless of whether this was already in Feston's plan or not, Feng Zhannuo has indeed restrained himself. During the days when he was with Feston, he was busy solving the problems between them, and did not accept any commission to kill.

Maybe that's why Stephanie says he's weakened, and he plunges headlong into the emotional vortex.This is Feston's victory.

Now, he's about to claim his own victory, "Look, I'm going to take you out, those killers, those of my colleagues, and I'll let them know why people call me a ghost."

This is such a familiar expression, restrained arrogance, sly killing intent, a slight smile, in the smile, there is a shadow of death in the mechanically cold blue eyes, he approaches and kisses Feston's The corner of the mouth, "I'm going to kill in front of you, and you can't stop it."

The dry lips touched together, "If you are not willing, you have to live, live to stop me and punish me, don't forget that you are an FBI."

This kiss wasn't enough, but Feston restrained rationally, "...I'm an FBI who is suspended, or an FBI who is bewitched by a killer, go, ghost..." He tried to move his lips away.

The worry now is not whether he can see Belivia in time, but whether he can leave here alive, this car accident, this isolated dangerous area.

Feng Zhannuo stretched out his hand, and the gunfire rang out.

The situation changed immediately.

"Now I know why I can't get out and he can..." Anthony muttered, he was only half way out, but the bullet flew by and hit the target immediately.

Everything that happened on the roads and streets is still like a movie. Feng Zhannuo has never had such an unreal feeling, but now it does. Feston’s wound is held down by Anthony, and he doesn’t know when it will explode. Whether it's a car that explodes, flips over there, and getting out of the car is like leaving one world and entering another.

There is no Feston in this world, only death.

Pulling the trigger, the murderous intent that had been dormant for a long time broke out, standing in the middle of the road, and bullets flew across the crowd among the fleeing crowd.

Feng Zhannuo smelled the smell of bullet smoke, and the smile disappeared from his face, replaced by the coldness in his eyes.

If Feng Zhannuo is bound by irrational feelings, and his killer nature is also bound together, then now, the crisis outside has pierced this cocoon, and once the silent killing intent is aroused, it will take countless blood to calm down .

Those killers were unlucky, Feston never doubted Feng Zhannuo's ability, no matter how many people were in the crowd, and how many killers made shots, there was only one ending.

They didn't know that their target was not the real McCoy Wintress, let alone that this fake baron knew all the ways of killing and the habits of all killers, because he was one of them.

Stand still, take cover, minimize movement and maximize rewards.

In the crowd, on the roof, in the vehicle... The bullets flew out, the long-lost pleasure.

The more nervous you are, the calmer you are, calm enough to judge the position of each shooter, quickly calculate the angle, pull the trigger, and harvest human lives. Everything is so proficient and natural.

The hunters lurking in the crowd fell one by one, they were unprepared to face this terrifying counterattack.

Anthony felt as if he was watching a gorgeous show. What this man in his vision did was unimaginable in terms of the injury. For the first time, he understood what a real "killer" was.

His nimble and sharp eyes searched for prey in the crowd, as if he had trained his hand and eye coordination countless times, like a activated killing machine, Feston saw with his own eyes that the precision weapon stopped by him was triggered, and Now he is the button, the one who triggers Feng Zhannuo to carry out this killing.

He sighed before closing his eyes, "Anthony...don't call him..."

Don't call him, what do you mean?Anthony looked back from the outside, Feston was slowly closing his eyes, Anthony suddenly panicked, "Open your eyes! You have to stay awake, I will see you like this when he comes back."

"...Don't cry, I'm not dead yet." There was throbbing throbbing pain in his head, as if all the nerves were twisted into a ball, Feston arranged everything before fainting, "Take me out, And don't tell him how serious I am...he has to concentrate now..."

Concentrate on what, concentrate on killing?Anthony glanced outside. As a doctor, he doesn't like to see death. He pressed Feston's neck and heaved a sigh of relief, but he heard the strange FBI say "two percent" in a low voice with a wry smile.

What is two percent, Anthony did not understand at all, he climbed out of this car that might explode at any time at the right time, and then began to move the seriously injured Feston.

"If the fuel tank is not broken, it will not explode, if the fuel tank is not broken, it will not explode..." Anthony repeated this sentence in a low voice, talking to himself, he knew he loved Belivia, but this Thoughts have never been so clear.

He's going to meet her, and he's going to live to see her with the help of these two.

He will see her.

Anthony dragged Feston from the car to a distance, deaf to the gunshots outside, then he remembered that there was still luggage in the car with a first aid kit in it, and he took a look at the wound on Feston's head, he knew that he Had to get that first aid kit and work up the courage to get back in the car and there was a booming explosion and flames going up into the sky.