Love Killer

Everyone was quiet, and Christopher Kaida saw the cold fire in Feston's eyes. It had existed for a long time, and nothing could melt it.

When Feston's deep voice spread completely in the living room, Old Al-Qaeda took a deep breath, "You don't need to tell me the reason, there is only one thing I need to know, you gave up completely, nothing changed possibility of an idea.”

"I won't change my mind." Feston replied calmly, looking around, there were shocked faces.

Someone inserted a sentence at this time, "Don't use me as an excuse, he didn't give up for me, this is what he has always thought, of course I support him, but remember, please don't blame this decision It's none of my business."

Standing on the sidelines with folded arms, Feng Zhannuo looked like an outsider, he stood there leisurely, not showing much sincerity.

"Is this the person you chose?" A woman in the room questioned.

Greg touched her lightly, "Stop talking."

"You are my son, Greg, now that you have the hope of taking power, you don't take your mother's words seriously, do you?" The slightly fat middle-aged woman shook off him and stood up, sighing regretfully, "Feston, You never make a mistake, but it's a surprise that you have this choice this time."

"Believe me, there may be mistakes in other things, but absolutely not in this matter." Feston's attitude towards her was obviously relaxed.

"No matter what this woman's name is, she must have cared about you very much in the past." Feng Zhannuo said in a low voice beside him, but was heard by this woman, "I'm not that old, too old to hear you If you want, my name is Liz, you can call me Aunt Liz, or you can follow Feston and call me Aunt Liz."

The woman named Liz looked at him critically, "Faston, other than this face, I don't know what you like about him."

Feng Zhannuo should have been angry, but this Aunt Liz suddenly made him feel very interesting, "Let me answer for him, besides this face, I have a good figure, and of course there are other advantages..." After his pause Now, the long ending sound has more ambiguous meanings. Just when Liz frowned, Feng Zhannuo smiled, "For example, marksmanship, you know, there are not many people who can match him, and people who can threaten me Not much, if he hadn't fallen in love with me, or to put it another way, I hadn't fallen in love with him, then you wouldn't see him standing in front of you now."

A vague coldness permeated his words, "I don't want to do anything yet, because this is Feston's home, but there is always a limit to patience, if you still want to continue this meaningless conversation, I will Maybe something should come out to prove my worth."

"And you are a killer?" Liz suddenly thought of this.

"That's right." Feng Zhannuo smiled.

What will a killer use to prove his worth? The answer to this question is clear to many people. Although everyone present tried not to care about the existence of this man, his presence is so obvious that it is not easy to ignore it. yes.

Only the old al-Qaeda seemed to have really done it, as if he didn't feel the threat in these words at all, "Fiston, don't you plan to come back no matter what kind of means you use?"

"I think I've made it clear enough." Felston's cold expression was very similar to that of Christopher Kaida at this moment.

"Okay——" the old man raised his cane, and there was a heavy muffled sound on the carpet, "You all heard it, it's not that I don't want him to come back, it's that he doesn't want to come back. I founded the Al-Qaeda Group, but I don't have to. His son will inherit it, and whoever wants it will take it.”

The loud announcement shocked many people present.

"Why do I suddenly feel that your father doesn't want you to go back and inherit the property as I thought, but on the contrary..." Feng Zhannuo narrowed his eyes thoughtfully.

Feston also looked at his father with another look, "Maybe you are right."

Wesley, who had accused Greg of being incompetent, jumped up. "That's not fair!"

George Kaida picked up the whiskey in front of him contentedly, "There's nothing unfair about it. We old guys should retire and let the young people do their thing. I believe Greg will do a good job."

Willis has never been married so far, and of course he has no children. He yelled that it was unfair, and the others talked about it. During the dispute, Old Al-Qaeda walked to the back room and nodded to Feston before he went in. "You and I Come."

Feng Zhannuo was sure that he heard correctly, he called the two of them, and Fieston followed Old Al-Qaeda into the study together.

"Close the door." Leaning the cane against the desk, the old man sat down in the chair.

Feston closed the door to isolate the voices of people in the living room, and the surroundings suddenly became quiet. Bookshelves were arranged around, and a smell accompanied by dust floated into the nostrils, evoking many memories.

"I've read most of the books here." Touching the bookshelf, he said lightly, and Feng Zhannuo took out a few books to read.

Old Al Qaeda bit his pipe, "You've seen more than half of it. At that time, Jessica was very happy to say that she gave birth to a studious man, knowledgeable and brave."

Reminiscing about the past, both father and son fell silent, Feng Zhannuo coughed lightly beside him, "If you have anything to talk about, I can go out first."

"You don't need to go out, I think Feston also wants you to stay here." The old man suddenly changed his attitude outside and kindly asked him to stay.

Feng Zhannuo found a chair and sat down, suddenly realized, "So what you said just now was not your truth?"

"If I tell the truth, I'm afraid I won't be able to hear Feston's truth, and I won't know what he thinks of me and how much he values ​​you." Not many people still use pipes now , the old man was smoking a cigarette, and his words settled in the smoke.

What Feston wanted to say, he raised his hand to stop him, "Needless to say, I have seen it all, in the cemetery, you go to visit your mother, Jessica has a very cheerful personality, and she is very open-minded, she will Accept this fact, as for me... I wish I hadn't seen anything at the time, but since I saw it, I can only accept it."

The two remembered what they did there. They thought there would be no one else in the cemetery on a rainy day, but now it seemed that there were other spectators present, and they saw them hugging and kissing, and there were some intimate movements.

"What you said outside just now was intended by you." Standing in front of Old Al-Qaeda, Feston speculated on his motives, "You want to give up the group's equity?"

"That's right." The old man seemed to be very happy to see his surprise, "Enough, these decades, enough..." He closed his eyes, touched the pipe in his hand, "It spends more time with me than your mother Longer, you are right, if I hadn't been there that day, she wouldn't have taken you to the street by herself and encountered such a thing."

Speaking of the past, the past of more than 20 years actually made his tone more miserable. Old Kaida lost the mood to smoke, and the pipe was put aside, and the dark fire inside was flickering.

"There is no need to mention things that have passed." Feston is not a person who reminisces about the past. Even if the words he was forced to say were his feelings, they were many years ago.

"Okay, let me tell you now, as long as you give up your equity, Al Qaeda Group has nothing to do with you. The reason some of them still bite you is that they don't want to benefit the Gregg family. They If you can't get it, others can't even imagine it, it should be this kind of mood."

Feng Zhannuo questioned his words, "Are they willing to let Feston get it?"

"That's different. Feston is my son. If he inherits, no one dares to talk too much." Old Al-Qaeda waved his hand, "but now he doesn't want to, and I won't force him to .”

"So you said those words and forced him to that point, so that some people would give up." Raising his eyebrows, Feng Zhannuo glanced at Feston, he must understand now.

"After Jessica died, I thought a lot. Many things that fascinated me before, and suddenly I lost interest in them. At that time, I realized that without her, no matter how much I get, those wealth are just paper. It’s just a string of numbers on the screen.” Old Al Qaeda smiled wryly.

"So I really hope that you can find the right person, but I didn't expect that what you brought back was not a woman, but him." He raised his head and looked at Feng Zhannuo, "Tell me what your name is."

Feng Zhannuo turned his eyes and hesitated for a few seconds. Just as the word "Feng Zhannuo" was about to blurt out, Feston answered for him, "Ian Noye."

He nodded under Feston's deep gaze, "You can call me Ian."

The old man read his name several times, "You can go, remember to come back to see me, old man, once in a while, I have finished my words."

He had nothing else to say, and Feston and Feng Zhannuo exited the study. Behind the door, Christopher Kaida stared at the re-closed door, and his expression suddenly became no longer calm.

Thinking of the name Ian Noy, he sighed long, and in the deserted study, the fire in the pipe was bright again, flickering red light slightly.

"Why don't you let me tell you my real name?" Feng Zhannuo stopped not far outside the study after touching Fieston's elbow.

"You've always been very cautious, why are you suddenly willing to say your name this time?" Looking out, Feston saw that everyone in the living room was standing, and it seemed that there were other guests coming.

"He is your father, no matter how cautious you are, do you want me to lie to your father?" Who told the other party to be a special person.

"I want you to continue to be cautious. As for lying, anyway, it's not the first time for you." Judging from Feston's reaction, he didn't care whether he told Old Al-Qaeda his real name, "You can keep your secrecy to the maximum extent, It’s good enough not to make me take care of troubles for you, and it’s the second thing to tell lies, as long as you don’t lie to me.”

"Concealment? Who exposed the ghost's identity, so I had to find a fake identity to cover it up, Captain Feston, you seem to have forgotten about it." Folding his arms and shaking his head, Feng Zhannuo sneered. The appearance is particularly attractive in Feston's eyes.

"You performed well just now." Pushing him back to the wall, Feston supported the wall, and the sound of breathing suddenly approached.

Feng Zhannuo snorted, "You don't want to cause conflicts, you have been watching the situation, ready to control the situation at any time, knowing your thoughts, I have to endure it, is it possible to really kill everyone? I am a killer, Not a psycho killer."

Reaching into Feston's collar and pulling him in, when their eyes met, for some reason, the two laughed together.

It may be because of the acknowledgment, or it may be because the acknowledgment was within their expectations, but the smile didn't last long. Feston suddenly put away the smile, and looked back with sharp eyes, "It's too quiet outside."

"Do you think someone called the police?" Although he didn't want to do this, Feng Zhannuo still drew his gun.