Love Killer

"Drime Gran, of course I know him." Relaxed, Feng Zhannuo replied, casually sticking his knuckles to the back of Fieston's hand, indicating that he was fine.

If Feston hadn't been convinced that his reaction was unusual a second ago, he might believe him now.

The unstarted car was parked on the side of the road, but Feng Zhannuo made a gesture to let him drive, and after realizing that Feston didn't do what he said, he continued his call indifferently.

"Why did you mention him all of a sudden? This is a dead man." Leaning back in his chair, his tone was flat, and Feston wasn't sure if his mood was as calm as his words, Drum.Gran is his friend who was killed by himself.

"You must not have forgotten that my people have investigated your background and information. I saw this name before all the intelligence records were destroyed by you. I also know who he is, and if I remember correctly, it is Your last mission, before you leave the organization."

Stephanie's memory is good, Feng Zhannuo tapped the direction in front of Fieston, and hummed lightly.

He was waiting for her to continue talking, Samantha was beside Stephanie, her voice could be heard on the phone, she was urging Stephanie, but Feng Zhannuo couldn't think of anything that could bring Samantha and Drem together The name Gran is linked together.

"You helped me rescue Samantha that day. I am very grateful, but what I want to say now is that I left the scene to deal with it. Those children were handed over to the local police and will be taken care of by relevant agencies, waiting for their families to come. Take them back, but some children can't find their families." Stephanie suddenly talked about what happened to Yingdi Carlo at that time.

"So? What on earth are you trying to say, Stephanie, I have something else to do..." He had just finished speaking, when she interrupted him, "Drime Gran has a son, and his name is Neilfe."

"What?" Feng Zhannuo stopped knocking on the steering wheel, and then saw Feston's worried eyes.

He didn't know what made him have such a big reaction, and he suddenly tensed up, "What are you talking about? Gran's son? He has a son?!" Feng Zhannuo held the phone tightly.

Now Feston knew what was going on, and Stephanie knew the answer she wanted, "So even you don't know."

He closed his eyes and took a breath, "I didn't know he had a son."

Grant had a son, and his son was going to fall into the hands of human traffickers, he promised to go there once, then hung up the phone, and after telling Feston about this unexpected discovery, he asked him to keep driving .

But Stephanie's words seemed to be still lingering in his ears, Feng Zhannuo fell into deep thought, until he found that the car was still parked on the side of the road, "Why aren't you leaving?" He turned to Felston.

"You still have the mind to go to my place now? You must know that this is not an interesting thing, and you will be questioned by many people." Stepping on the gas pedal, Feston's reminder distracted him in a timely manner, and he looked out the window.

"Why don't you want to go, I think it will be very interesting, imagine their expression when they see me...a killer who has entered their sight majestically." After a pause, he confirmed to Feston, "They know what I am doing right?"

It was as relaxed as if nothing had happened, but Feston didn't think his mood would be as calm as he showed, as if his eyes were actually fixed on Feng Zhannuo's face.

"The friend you killed had a son who was bought and sold by human traffickers, and all you want to know now is whether my family knows your identity?"

"Don't make such a fuss, he's been saved, he's fine now." Feng Zhannuo made an indifferent expression, turned his head and watched the buildings outside the window recede in his field of vision.

But Feston then stopped the car... "He's really nice? You know what a kid like that might have been through, and he's Gran's son. You and I both know that Gran is in your eyes position."

Feng Zhannuo didn't answer, but Fieston's deep voice still rushed into his ears, "He is your good friend, your last mission, he was killed by you, and you will not return until after he dies." Knowing that he has a son, because you didn’t even know he existed before this, and now this child appears, you can imagine what happened to him, dog banning, buying and selling, being treated as an item, and maybe even Worse things, and you want to pretend that these things have no effect on you? Feng Zhannuo! Look at me!"

"Enough!" He yelled, grabbing Feston's collar. "Yes, I'm not very well, but there have been worse than this, so it's nothing, but you..." The corners of your mouth were grim, "You really care about it, no one wants you to care about it, Our relationship does not include discussing other people's children."

"I just take care of your affairs, unless we have nothing to do with each other, do you dare to say this now? If you say we have nothing to do, then your friend's affairs have nothing to do with me." Feston folded his arms coldly .

"Drive, you know I can't say that now." Frowning, he approached Feston, his sea-blue eyes flickering with light, and his half-long hair covered the ups and downs of emotions, "At least arrive first your home."

Feston raised his lower temple to meet his gaze, and leaned forward as well. "I just want to tell you that we have arrived."

Feng Zhannuo poked his head out in surprise, and Feston held his shoulders and told him to turn to him "'If you weren't immersed in your own emotions and pretended nothing happened, you should have found out a long time ago .”

"You were in a daze for at least ten minutes." Looking at the change in his expression, Fieston opened the car door and said calmly, "It seems that even if your good friend died, the influence on you has not diminished."

Feng Zhannuo stretched out his hand from the car and pulled him down on the seat, "Shut up. It's not because of him, it's because of you, and it's because of you that I allow myself to be distracted. Look at you. What has become of the discreet killer? You can be complacent about it, but you're dealing with the dead."

Seeing that the ocean was making waves for him, Feston didn't care about the dead man, he pulled away Feng Zhannuo's hand from grabbing him, retracted his legs into the car, approached suddenly, and his lips collided.

At the same time, the black curly hair was entangled in Feng Zhannuo's hands. He tightened his grip, and the lips sucking each other got closer under the strong external force. Feston's fingers pressed on his back, as if he wanted to pinch him completely. It shattered, and then slid from the shoulder to the back of the spine, and the broad palm rubbed against his waistline.

It was a touch that couldn't be ignored, he moved his lips to pant, and said in a hoarse voice, "There are people behind you, and more than one..."

"Do you want me to kill you for you?" In Feng Zhannuo's slightly raised eyes, what Feston saw was the same thing as him, a few surprised old people standing outside, and Greg A gleeful smiley expression.

Outside the car with the engine still on, the main family members of Al-Qaeda Group were all present, and they all looked at the people coming out of the car with disbelieving eyes, their expressions were either surprised or complicated.

They obviously didn't expect to meet the orthodox heir whom they haven't seen for a long time in this way, let alone the first meeting after a long time, the scene is so "hot".

Feston let go of Feng Zhannuo, got out of the car and tidied up a bit, and on the other side, the killer who had never met these people walked up to him with steady steps. "Aren't you going to introduce me?" Without more politeness and formality, the man with his collar open had a smile on his face.

Everyone present knew of his existence, but knowing and seeing him were not the same thing, it was an unexpected way to meet, it was a pity that Feng Zhannuo was trained to be a person who would not lose his head in any situation.

That might disappoint some, as his presence doesn't seem so easy to see as a weakness in Felston.

"What you see are the members of the board of directors, who are directly or indirectly related to the al-Qaeda family, but the one who owns the most equity is my father, the one right in front of you." In the sight of Feston Pointing to the place, there is an old man who is not very conspicuous in the crowd.

After Feston finished speaking, some people present had unnatural expressions, but they still kept smiling.

"We are all very happy that you are back." Someone said the first sentence, and the others naturally followed up and greeted Feston, "I know you are coming back, but I saw your car parked at the door for a long time We didn't see you come down, we all felt strange, and couldn't wait to see you, so..."

They laughed a few times, and they waited for Feston's reaction. Homosexuality was rare around, and Feston was one of them. He hid the surprise in his heart, at least on the surface, he didn't show much strangeness.

Feston exchanged a few words with those people, remained polite, but not enthusiastic. This kind of behavior is somewhat unpredictable in the eyes of many people. In the FBI, this is the quality of an agent. , This has become a sharp weapon for winning or losing.

Judging from the performance of these people, although Feston has been away from home for a long time, his actions during the time in the FBI, the cases he solved and handled, and some excellent performances have also accumulated a certain amount of prestige for him.

When more than a dozen people greeted Feston one after another, the seemingly inconspicuous old man met Feng Zhannuo's gaze.

Carefully pondering what Feston said just now, the key points made Feng Zhannuo understand a lot of key points. The reason why the upper management of the Al-Qaeda Group is obsessed with making Feston the successor should all be on the old man. .

Christopher Al-Kaeda—Faston's father, the founder of Al-Qaeda Group, he is in his 50s, well-dressed, and not as outstanding in appearance as Feston. Compared with the younger generation, he is taciturn and has not spoken yet, but Feng Zhannuo was very familiar with that sharp chin.

Even though he had withdrawn from the management and operation of the group, the old man still appeared surrounded by everyone, and his impersonal eyes revealed the vigor of a business leader.

He is the creator of the myth of the Al Qaeda Group, covering the sky with one hand in the shopping mall, but when he stood in front of him with the Guailou, Feng Zhannuo found a trace of imperceptible fatigue from him, and there was something kind of disgust.

He glanced at everyone at the door lightly, "Go in and talk."

He didn't mention Feng Zhannuo, nor asked who he was, and walked towards the big house behind him.