Love Killer

The living room was surprisingly quiet. It was full of conversations and discussions just a moment ago, but now there is only a strange atmosphere left.

Listen carefully, it seems that the human voice can still be found, but it is very small, making a buzzing sound, in addition to the deliberately light footsteps.

"What identity did you use when you came here?" Fieston approached and asked in a low voice, not wanting to disturb the old man in the study.

"Micro Wintres, Judy has already done it, and there is no problem with the certificate." Wiggling his fingers, Feng Zhannuo also replied in a low voice, "I won't be so stupid that I came here unprepared, the FBI is here Want me, I have not forgotten."

I have long been used to hiding and disguising, and I don’t want to make any mistakes at any time. The only mistake was by his side, walking past Fieston, the carpet under Feng Zhannuo’s feet was dented, and he walked silently towards the living room .

"I didn't hear the sound of the police car. The other party might be the FBI. You might see an old friend." Keeping his eyes on the front, he tilted his head. Feston hugged him from behind and made him stop, "You'd better Start praying now that that doesn't happen."

"If it really happens, your situation will become more difficult than it is now." Considering whether it would be better to just leave, Feng Zhannuo put away the coldness in his eyes.

"If it really happens, you will have one more charge, and your false identity will be reimbursed, which is a complete waste." Feston really doesn't want this to happen, "You go through the back door, if you are lucky, their manpower deployment It’s the front door.”

"If you're lucky, there aren't many of them, so they won't surround this place. After all, this is the home of the founder of Al Qaeda Group, so you have to tell the owner, right?" Feng Zhannuo turned around, behind them, the door of the study was still closed with.

Feston saw his suspicion, "It's not him, there's no phone there, he needs to be in the study without being disturbed by anyone."

"Sorry for doubting your father." If it wasn't him, it could have been anyone in the living room, or maybe no one called the police at all, but the FBI found him.

He has killed many people, Feng Zhannuo will not be merciful, but the situation outside is unknown, this is Feston's home, when he was hesitating, Feston went straight outside, "I'll go first, If the situation is not right, you can go to the back door, go through this tea corridor, and go to the other end."

After leaving this sentence, Feston went to the living room.

Feng Zhannuo stood alone on the hemp line. He was tired of this feeling of restraint, and changed his behavior because of someone. Presumably, Feston might not like the gun battle in this house, but the situation Under pressure, they had to make concessions.

If someone did come to his door, he would definitely fight back, and Feston could only watch it happen, but before that, he would make sure that the start of the dispute was not started by Feng Zhannuo.

"Faston—" Liz saw him appear, and quickly grabbed him, "These people said they were here to find someone." She lowered her voice nervously, "Looking for your 'friend'."

There were indeed a few more guests in the living room. They were wearing uniform-colored suits with expressionless faces. One of them stood up and said, "Feston Al-Qaeda, the current leader of the FBI special operations team, is on suspension. We need your handover. Choose someone, according to intelligence, he should be with you."

This kind of official conversation is very long, but today he does not intend to go around in circles with them. He folded his arms and turned his sharp eyes slightly, "When did the CIA start to intervene in domestic affairs?"

The faces of several people changed immediately. Feston sneered and looked around. Everyone, including Greg, stepped aside at the request, and was controlled by several CIAs in the middle, "My family is here. If Whoever is involved in terrorist activities, you can leave immediately."

This kind of polite smile makes people uncomfortable, and it is also unpleasant to see through their identities at first glance. The CIA personnel clapped their hands, "I have heard of the name Caesar for a long time, and I finally saw him today. "

"If you came to see me, you have already seen me, is there anything else?" The CIA's action was expected by Fieston, but it shouldn't be so fast. He didn't lower his voice just now, and the wind After hearing his words, Zhan Nuo should now know who his opponent is and make a correct judgment..."

Just when he was thinking this way, the person who should have slipped through the back door walked towards him in a big way.

"Don't stare at me like that, I'll come out and say hello to my old friend." He appeared in front of everyone with a calm expression, and the person who should leave most "greeted" to several CIAs with the friendliest smile.

"I suddenly remembered that I had received several commissions. The voice of the person who connected with me was very special. I was deeply impressed. I didn't expect to hear it again here. What a surprising coincidence." Holding his chin, he His eyes rolled around several people.

The killer's smile was intoxicating, and the cold spot of light in it made people vigilant. More importantly, not only did he feel the other party's voice was familiar, but several CIAs recognized his words immediately after hearing his words.

"Ghost." Someone gritted his teeth and called out his name.

The two parties stood in the living room with different expressions, Feng Zhannuo smiled, and the CIA seemed to be troubled and surprised by the situation in front of them.

Feston understood what was going on in an instant, "These guys didn't introduce themselves, but as far as I know, only people from the CIA would be so secretive."

"In that case, could it be that the tasks I received were assigned to me by the CIA? By the way, did they tell me what I do?"

Tilting his head, Feng Zhannuo asked solemnly.

"Unfortunately, these gentlemen haven't mentioned who it is that I want to hand over." After accompaniment and singing, Feston replied in a serious manner.

Some people still don't understand what kind of tricks they are playing, why the CIA's face is even more ugly, pointing to Feng Zhannuo, "The person you want is here, he is a killer..." Greg covered his mouth, " Uncle Wesley, are you drinking and singing too much?!"

George Kaida shook his head, "Idiot."

Everyone except Wesley could understand why the person to be arrested was right in front of him, but the person who was to be arrested stood here with a livid face, motionless.

"It seems that the FBI didn't make it clear to you who is the person you want to arrest." Feston was grateful for this, and several CIAs didn't think so.

They just follow the normal procedure to catch a killer who is suspected of espionage. Who would have thought that this killer actually planned the assassination for their intelligence department.

The difficulty of dealing with the ghost is just one of them. More importantly, it also involves state secrets.

Among the people killed by the ghosts, there was also a target they entrusted. If he was captured according to the FBI's intelligence, and then interrogated jointly with the FBI, it would more or less be involved in past cases.

Although they belong to the same national department, the competition between the two departments in different fields is quite fierce. Unfortunately, the CIA whose voice was recognized by Feng Zhannuo immediately decided to change the method.

"Sorry, I don't know what you mean just now, Baron Macro Winters, because he is suspected of espionage, please come with us."

Putting aside the ghost's identity, the CIA decided to treat him as a British baron. As long as he denied his identity as a killer, as a British baron, if he was only suspected of espionage rather than homicide, the FBI would not be able to intervene in this case.

Even if they hold on to them, the CIA can use this reason to block them back. Several people feel that it is very appropriate to make this plan.

Feng Zhannuo and Fieston glanced at each other. They both knew this look well. These CIAs might think this decision was good, but they probably didn't know it. It was just following their calculations.

Maybe it happened a little earlier, Feng Zhannuo himself did not expect that such a coincidence would allow him to recognize the voice of one of the clients.

"Spy? I don't know what you mean, I'm just a guest." Spreading his hands, Feng Zhannuo once again showed the innocent expression that Feston is not familiar with.

For Feng Zhannuo who played this hand, Feston was really angry at the beginning, but now he feels very happy to see him treat others like this.

No matter what happened in the end, he was taken away in the end, but he could manage to leave on the way, knowing that he was a ghost, and the CIA would think more about assisting the FBI to arrest people.

With this in mind, Feng Zhannuo remained calm, while Feston spoke as a witness for the first time, "He is my guest."

How the killer became a baron, Greg still doesn't quite understand, but he has also been the witness. He didn't expect that Feston, who was still teaching him at the beginning, has now become a person on the side of the ghost. This sentence The testimony was very fluent.

"I'm sorry, but I still have to ask the baron to come with us." The CIA still insisted.

"...Master, there is a guest outside." The servant barged in suddenly, "It's an Englishman."

"No need to report, I have already come in." The visitor shook the snow from his hat and walked into the warm living room, "I came from the British embassy to convey the message of Mr. Ambassador. I heard that Baron Winterthres has arrived. Washington, he wants to see you."

The snowflakes melted quickly, and the British, wearing wet coats, went straight to Feng Zhannuo, "Please make sure to go to the embassy."

The CIA and the British ambassador both came to the door at the same time. Feng Zhannuo's eyes flashed, he immediately weighed the situation, and showed a harmless smile, "But unfortunately, these gentlemen said that I was suspected of espionage... "