Love Killer

Feston looked gloomy, and there were many task entrustments in the opened mailbox, some of which had never been opened, but some had been read by others. Fortunately, Feng Zhannuo hadn't changed the mailbox password yet.

After reading one by one, Feston believed that Feng Zhannuo would reply if he agreed to take over the entrustment. In the end, his eyes stayed on one of the emails.

It mentions Shark the Shark here. The task is to kill the most trusted custodian of the Shark. It involves a register. In addition to the "goods sales" records seized by Stephanie, this thing records the relationship with the Shark. Shaker has a list of criminal organizations who trade.

The other party asked for the roster.

Huge and complicated transactions can only be recorded, otherwise it will be difficult to cover everything. Of course, many other criminals will be involved. If this book falls into the hands of the police, it will become a useful weapon.

But if it falls into the hands of a killer...

Especially that was a killer who couldn't predict his inner thoughts. Looking at the screen in front of him, Feston gradually tightened his hands on the table, suppressing the urge to smash the monitor.

"Damn it!" What the hell is he trying to do!

Squeezing curses from between his teeth, the phone in Fiston's hand rang, and he heard Bob's words, "Ian came to me to take the things he left, and he said he didn't have time to go back to get them, what does that mean?!"

"What was deposited? His false identity or a false passport? Is it a document?" Fieston's depressed voice was suffocating, "Do you know where he is going?"

"I also want to ask you, he came in a hurry and left after taking his things, what's going on?" Bob felt bad.

He had a premonition that something was wrong, and every time he felt that something was really wrong, he took a big sip of wine, "I want him to be in the best condition, to be the best killer, but not like this Yes, his state... I dare not look at his face, you know! You are with him, you better tell me what he is going to do!"

The gray eyes rolled slowly, and Feston calmed down a little.

"He is going to get a ledger, but he will not give him to the client, he will execute all the people on the list according to the list on that ledger, human traffickers, sex trade, those criminals, damn I don't know him What else will you do! How many people are you going to kill!"

Gritting his teeth, he found the answer, and the fingers holding the microphone were so tight that it hurt.

"Why would he do that?!" Bob couldn't believe it.

"Because he wants to erase Neilfei's past." Feston answered coldly, hung up the phone heavily, and checked again. There were indeed several missing guns in the hidden compartment.

And a lot of magazines were missing, it didn't happen in a day, that guy was ready, he'd planned something, damn it!Just be damned!

Feston exhausted all his restraint to prevent himself from losing control. He hoped that there was something that could locate Feng Zhannuo, hoped that he could see him in the next second, and this time he would have to hold Feng Zhannuo even with an iron chain. He is tied in front of himself!

I swear, I will do this!Eagle-like sharp eyes cast a cold light in the dark.

He dialed Feng Zhannuo's cell phone, but heard the vibrating sound on the sofa. He didn't even bring the phone. Realizing this, Feston's face was completely livid.

He heard the sound of his teeth, from the side of his face to the top of his head, his nerves throbbed continuously, like a rubber band tensed and beating, which would eventually lead to fracture, and now it was not far from fracture, he was looking at Feng Zhannuo out the door...

In those few seconds, something changed.

The memory played back in his mind, and Feston felt that when he walked out the door, he seemed to turn his head, the angle was slightly tilted, and the expression in the corner of his eyes was indifferent. It was only a moment, but it seemed to be conveying some meaning.

Is it a calculation?Is it farewell?or nothing?

Feston fell into an unprecedented state of anxiety. He didn't know what it meant. Maybe it didn't happen at all. It was just his illusion, a picture he imagined. He recalled it again and again, in order to find any possible clues. Unable to stop the replay of the picture in my mind.

Regardless of what time it is, he picked up the phone and prepared to use all the connections in his hands.

The night had not yet passed, and in the dark night, a light was on in the foyer of an old hotel.

Bob looked at the phone in his hand for a long time in his hotel, worried. He wanted Stephanie to help find someone, but he still didn't do it, and neither did Fiston, because they both knew that it was meaningless.

A top killer, a ghost under the night, he will not be found easily, especially Hecate's people, he is very familiar with Hecate's internal structure, and also familiar with their methods of finding people and all their tricks.

That set doesn't work for him, at least in a short period of time it is impossible to gain anything.

Stephanie said that Neil Fei reminded Ian of his past self, and now Bob suddenly remembered this sentence.

The man Ian Noye...

Old Bob mused.

The tighter the spring is, the higher the rebound force is, and the person who controls his feelings also controls his desire for feelings, but what's the use of this, in the end Ian still fell in love with Feston Kaida.

Affected by love, people will change more or less.Starting from love, hatred, sympathy, guilt, and guilt all come to the door one after another, just like the flood that opened the gate, breaking the dam through the cracks.

"I wish you didn't do it out of guilt, Ian, I wish you knew what you were doing..." Bob muttered to the air, regretting not stopping the ghost.

But he was sure that if anyone could stop him, it would be Feston Kaida.

Bob saw Feston the next morning, and he was still taking Neilfei with him. After only one night, Feston seemed to be a different person. Him, I'm going to find that guy."

With terrifying eyes, stubble on his chin, and neat clothes, it made the man under the clothes look so abnormal. Feston didn't look like the police officer Bob saw at first, but more like A criminal about to fall.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" He asked coldly.

Neilfei seemed completely unaware of what happened. He was gently pushed towards Bob by Feston, and Bob took his hand, "Have you not slept all night?" He looked at him with the eyes of someone who had passed by.

"I didn't sleep all night, but I found him soon." Feston didn't seem happy about it, his eyes were slightly bloodshot, and Bob guessed that what he was going to say was not good news.

"Wherever he's going, I bet he won't be that easy to find." Otherwise, the FBI wouldn't be what it is now.

Bob is still used to treating Feston as a policeman, and Feston has not forgotten that he is a policeman, so he called Jonathan, "It is certain that he is still in Chicago, and the custodian he is looking for is in the city. "

Jonathan rushed to the hotel after receiving the call, pushed open the old-style revolving door, and saw Feston's back, "Boss! You asked me to check..."

When Feston turned around, Jonathan saw that he was full and didn't say anything, but his former superior calmly beckoned him to continue.

Jonathan nodded, trying not to let himself pay attention to Fieston's gloomy expression, and sorted out his thoughts.

"After the death of Shark, who was nicknamed Shark, his subordinates fought fiercely, but without this shark, most of them would not have much success. There are people walking around frequently in the sky, but the purpose is not clear."

According to the previous habit, Jonathan will sort out and report the collected information to Feston, but there are no bright glass and light blue shutters around. They are not in the Chicago branch of the FBI, but in a dilapidated old And a hotel that has a close relationship with the murderer.

Jonathan has been very careful when he spoke, keeping his voice low, and he burped when he finished speaking, and wiped his face, "Don't worry, there have been a lot fewer people here since it was sealed by your people. No one dares to stay here for too long, unless there is no other way out, thanks to you.”

"It's thanks to you that our team is in this situation." Jonathan snorted coldly and retorted.

"Stop arguing!" Feston's roar made both of them shut up at the same time.

Normally, they wouldn't say that, but today is definitely not an ordinary day. Jonathan has never seen Feston like this before, "Boss, it's Ian..."

"He's gone," Bob replied.

Jonathan didn't know what happened, and he was so surprised that he almost dropped the notebook in his hand, "He left? It means he left. He looked at Feston, wanting to ask questions, but was shocked by Feston's expression. Unable to speak.

There was an empty glass in front of Baobo, he picked up the whiskey, and he filled it up again, "If he hadn't left your boss, how could the capable police officer Kaiser be like this?"

Feston didn't respond, Bob took a sip of alcohol, "People are like this, thinking they can rest assured, but at this moment, in the blink of an eye, bang, the most important thing disappeared, hurry up To the point where you thought it was an illusion."

He said to Jonathan, then put down his glass and glanced at Fieston, "He must have felt that Ian's departure this time is different from any previous one."