Love Killer

"Boss?"

"Boss Chuck?!"

The ST team and Chuck's subordinates yelled at the same time, the darkness came suddenly, fearing to accidentally injure their companions, both the enemy and us suspended the exchange of fire, but at this moment gunshots rang out, the reverberation sound spread in the lounge, and some people fell to the ground, and more than one.

The gunshot came from the direction where Feston was. Remembering that their team leader was with the ghost, the members raised their hearts, and the spare flashlight was turned on. The light from outside the door merged with the beam of the flashlight, and finally they could see something.

Feston threw the built-in earphones on the ground, his back turned around, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

On the way to the hospital, including coming here, Feston kept in touch with his team members. This was a temporary plan, starting from Feng Zhannuo who accidentally passed out in the car explosion.

Feston contacted his team and deployed everything when Feng Zhannuo lost consciousness. The signal transmitter was always on him, and the built-in walkie-talkie was hidden in his ear, which could receive the signals from him and the people around him. During the conversation, when Chuck's people showed up, he threw away his ID and found that Chuck was not a fool. Just in case, he even left the transmitter in the clinic.

Facts proved that he was right. Chuck's men searched carefully, including using small instruments to detect, and because they couldn't find anything, they let him enter the bar as a temporary stronghold so easily.

He used the opportunity of regular police inspections to go here to determine the location and find out the number of people. He had not contacted the team members in front of the ghost, but based on his surrounding environment, he calculated the driving distance and events, as well as the direction Dr. John pointed in the clinic when he called the police. , his team members still found here in the shortest time.

This operation was a success, Feston was sure, but under the light, the expression on his face made it impossible to tell what kind of expression it was.

Asking his team members and the people transferred from the local police station to control the scene, Feston walked towards the corpse not far away.

"Torreon Chuck, he is Adam William's weapon supplier, and he is not usually active in Chicago. He should appear this time for this safe. Boss, I think the ghost is right. Chuck wants to take out this safe." The things inside are probably not just for money." The situation was under control, and the wall lamp was turned on, and the room was bright again. Although it was a bit dim, you could still find some lingering fear from Jonathan's typical American bodybuilder's face.

At the moment when everyone lost their vision, the gun went off, and Jonathan wasn't sure what would have happened if the ghost had targeted their boss just now.

Chuck fell to the ground with a bullet hole in the middle of his brow, blood dripped from his forehead, his eyes were still open, there was no trace of fear, only consternation, as if he didn't expect that in the darkness just now, just that In an instant, he will be taken away by the visiting Grim Reaper.

It happened 1 minute ago. Feston saw the smile of "Reaper". At the moment when sparks burst out from the muzzle of the gun, the wound condensed under the short brown hair. He still remembered the gloomy arc at the corner of his mouth. The price of guns smashing ghosts.

The ghost left, leaving behind three bullets as a souvenir.

A tooth for a tooth, an eye for an eye, blood for blood...

Chuck and two of his henchmen were killed by a bullet between the eyebrows, Derek sighed while scratching his hair, "When the boss contacted us, I thought I could follow Chuck to find out their arms smuggling route, if Chuck knew it was a ghost—"

"Who would know? Ghosts don't carve words on their faces, ghost, hey, everyone come to see me, I'm a ghost?" Jonathan gestured on his face, this sentence was a bit ridiculous, but no one could laugh, the window It was wide open, the wind was blowing outside, and the curtains kept fluttering, just like the ghost that had killed someone in the dark and then escaped.

In the vast night outside, with neon lights shining, it was impossible to find the killer again.

Watching the corpse being carried away, Derek has always been careful, thinking of the ghost that slipped through the net, he still asked his worries, "Boss, if his target was you just now, it would be too bad, you will use it like last time." Shoot back the same way? I mean let the bullet bounce off..."

Just like the noisy night outside, their surroundings were also very lively. Police officers came in and out, and some team members were busy confirming various matters. Several core members surrounded Felston. He heard Derek Then, he smoked a cigarette and shook his head, "I won't shoot."

"Why?!" Jonathan asked in surprise. He and Feston had fought against each other during training. He didn't believe that their leader couldn't do it. Derek was also surprised. If he didn't fight back, he might die. Question, the man in the iron-gray suit replied, "Bullet rebound may cause accidental injury, do you want to live?"

Bounced bullets will cause misfires. In such an environment, no one can ensure safety. Everyone present is looking forward to the answer. After hearing what Fieston said, they smiled wryly and fell silent. They were too eager to catch the ghost and forgot The most critical point is to reduce the number of casualties and ensure the greatest possible safety for everyone.

After giving the answer, the figure walked away, and there was a faint smoke around him, which looked blue-gray under the light. Several people looked at his back, "I thought the boss was only thinking about investigating and arresting people." Jonathan said with emotion said.

"Although I have been with the boss for a long time, I found that we don't know him well." Derek was not without melancholy. Others didn't know why they couldn't refute it, because no one would take the initiative to contact Feston Al-Qaeda other than handling cases. , even though they are a group.There seems to be a wall on that person. He is on top of the high wall. Except for the time of handling the case, no one will be followed by him, and he does not pay attention to anyone. But sometimes, what he says and does will be called People's blood is surging, making people feel that it doesn't matter even if they die for him.

Looking at each other and shaking their heads, the members of the ST team were doing the finishing touches and quickly withdrew. At the same time, there was a black shadow on the roof, as if it didn't exist at all, and it merged with the darkness.

What kind of person are you?Feston Al Qaeda.

After that, Feng Zhannuo asked himself countless times like now, what kind of person Feston Kaida is, but he never got an answer. Maybe when one person has seen too many sides of another person, He would be unable to express in words what he saw.

But now, this is just a pure question, after seeing Feston's maintenance of his men.

The bar was closed, the safe was taken away, all possible evidence was searched, Chuck and his henchmen were dead, the night was finally over, Feng Zhannuo didn't shoot Feston, but he killed his clue.

From Adam William to Torreon Chuck, he knew that even if Adam's case was closed, the FBI would not let go of this arms smuggling route. Now that Chuck is dead, the FBI has to start from scratch again. up.

He leaned on the roof and looked down to make sure it was safe. Feng Zhannuo left quietly. He thought that Feston would give an order to chase him, but he didn't. It may be because his gun was not aimed at the man just now. He was the same as him. Pay attention to fairness.

Ghosts always stay where people don't pay attention, no one sees and no one knows.

This sentence is wrong.

At four o'clock in the morning, Feng Zhannuo suddenly woke up. While holding the gun, the first thing he saw was Bob's wrinkled face, "... If you don't want me to shoot, you better not use it next time." This is the way to wake me up." Pushing the gun back under the pillow, he fell back on the bed.

Old Bob stepped back a little when he heard this, "Ian, did you have a chance to kill him? But you didn't do it?"

"Are you questioning me?" Feng Zhannuo knew who he was, squinting his eyes.

Feeling the sudden strange sight, Bob closed his mouth cautiously. There was no sound in the room for a long time. The person on the bed seemed to be asleep, but he would not really think that Ian just fell asleep. This man He likes to kill at night, his marksmanship in the dark is comparable to that of demons, he can turn day and night upside down, and he can go to bed early and get up early, as long as he wants.

"I heard about what happened in the bar." After a long time, Bob said, "Don't ask me how I know, people like me always have their own sources."

"I didn't ask you, where else could your news come from? Stephanie didn't tell you." Turning over and sitting up, Feng Zhannuo put on a vest over his naked upper body, "Hecate is space now? Wasted Human investigation of this matter."

There are always undercurrents under the surface of peace. There are gangs in every country, there are police, there are those who make a living by selling drugs and arms, and those who make a living by arresting people. Of course, there are also those who sell information. Hecate is the largest of all intelligence organizations. , an intelligence network with the best reputation.

But Feng Zhannuo seldom uses its resources. People in his line of business understand a truth best, the more they know, the sooner they die.

"Stephanie cares about you. Everyone is a cooperative relationship. She doesn't want any accidents for you." He was guessed immediately, and Bob didn't deny it. Stephanie is the head of Hecate. A woman in her 30s can She is not an ordinary person who controls the lifeblood of the world's intelligence network.

"She said that you shouldn't accept the task entrusted by Lilith, and you obviously read the ST team's information from her, and you know that Al-Qaeda can't be messed with..." Passing on Stephanie's words intact, Bao Bo's words were interrupted, "When did you see me deliberately provoke him?"

"He was the one chasing me." Feng Zhannuo got out of bed wearing pajama pants and a vest. It was raining outside, and it was a bit stuffy. He opened the window, and the rain was blowing on his arms. He sat on the floor and pushed himself up. Not as skinny as before.

Because he looked down, he didn't notice Bob's worried eyes. Bob wanted to remind him that this was not the first time he let Al Qaeda go. This kind of thing never happened before. Ian is the best. Because he is the most accurate, the most ruthless, and never hesitates to be soft.

"How is your body recovering? I heard that the business in Las Vegas is very satisfactory to you." After opening his mouth, Bob finally changed the subject.

Bob has retired for a long time, but the news is still very good. Feng Zhannuo was doing push-ups, "What else can I do? You know what kind of difficult task it is. I have been waiting for three days and three nights."

He replied breathlessly, after this period of rest, his physical fitness is recovering, Las Vegas is a city of desire, and at that time he waited for the opportunity in the underground casino, and then completed the task, there is nothing special to say .

The computer on the desk beeped, there were new emails and old customers, the corners of Feng Zhannuo's mouth twitched, "Bob, I'm going on vacation again."

"Alright, it's good for you to leave Chicago temporarily." Destiny always likes to be against people. Old Bob's expectations were not fulfilled, and Feng Zhannuo didn't expect that he would be so soon with Feith in that situation. Don Kedah meets again.