Love Killer

Bob's drunken eyes were half-opened, as if he was talking nonsense, but in fact his words were the most sober, and every sentence pierced Fieston's nerves.

"Enough! Bob!" His temple throbbed, his voice muffled.

Bob put down his wine glass, and Fiston's hand on the table remained motionless, but it made people doubt whether he would do anything in the next moment. Jonathan quickly grabbed him, "Boss! Calm down!"

"I'm calm." Feston withdrew his hand that was clapping on the table.

He didn't sleep all night, but his thoughts were still very clear, "Jonathan, continue to pay attention to the movements of those gangs for me, and tell me immediately if there is any situation, and I will go to Interpol for help when necessary. The information on the list involves Criminal groups in multiple countries."

"But I don't understand, what does Ian's departure have to do with those gangs?" Jonathan glanced at the ghostly boy behind Bob, "And who is this kid?"

"It has nothing to do with you, as long as you do what I told you to do." Shaking his head, Feston made it clear that he didn't want to say more. There was a power in his eyes that never disappeared, and it still exists now.

Facing Neilfei, regardless of whether he listens to it or not, Fiston told him that he would listen to Bob next, "Listen, your parents are dead, but you have other relatives, wait to contact them , someone will take care of you."

Neilfei was still holding the photo of his mother in his hand, and he nodded quietly after a long time.

"It's still the same sentence, the child is not suitable to stay with me, but I also know that you don't have the heart to take care of him now." Holding Neilfei on his lap, Bob hesitated, removed the wine glass in front of him, and said to Fei Si Dun waved his hand, "Go, get him back, don't let that kid do anything stupid."

"I also hope he won't." Feng Zhannuo is a smart man, and Feston hopes that he will still be that cunning ghost killer this time.

Jonathan heard it now in a daze, and couldn't stand it any longer, and stopped Feston when he turned to leave, "You have to tell me what's going on, boss! Ian caused you to be suspended, we Don't say anything, do you think your matter has nothing to do with other people, after sacrificing the entire group, it has nothing to do with us!"

Felston turned around, and Jonathan slowly took a breath facing this stern face, "After using the entire ST team as a price, I must know what I got in return."

Bob watched silently, Feston seemed to be thinking about it, and then said: "This is not in exchange, even if we use the group exchange, we can't change him, I am sorry for the impact on you, so this time I don't want to Involve anyone, you understand, Jonathan."

"I don't understand," Jonathan shook his head, "I don't understand your feelings, and I don't understand what happened, but I know that Hans and I want to help, as well as Clyde, Roper, Mike, we are A team! You taught us a lot on the job, you are a competent leader, at least you were a competent leader until you met that guy..."

He added the last sentence, and Feston did not deny, "It is my cause that caused the current situation of the group, I admit it."

"So it's already like this, you have to make our sacrifices worth something, otherwise everything will be in vain? I don't know how hard it is to fall in love with the wrong person, but I know we all want you to have you something you want."

As Jonathan finished speaking, Feston saw someone approaching the door, and Hans pushed the door open, "I left what I was doing here, Boss."

"And me." Hans was followed by Roper, who pushed his glasses, "I just saw Clyde."

Clyde walked into the door in response, "The boss saved my life, so it's nothing to help in private." There were other members behind him, as if they had agreed, they walked in the door one after another.

"...I must call to inform others that this is not the base of the FBI, but mine." Muttering to himself, Bob stared at the door, counting the number of people one by one, his brows furrowed tighter and tighter, "Are you planning to Bring your entire team here?"

"You informed?" He only informed Jonathan.

Being looked at by Feston, Jonathan dared not deny it, "I know you need help."

A group of people stood in the lobby of the hotel, just like before, waiting for an order from their superiors.

They used to complain and object, but now that they are all here, Feston has nothing to say to these former subordinates in front of him.

"Shark Shark has a custodian, a roster that keeps his accounts. People who have business dealings with him are recorded in that roster, and there may be transaction details on it. The target person will approach the custodian and get the roster."

He looked at them, "The custodian is in the city and has gone into hiding after getting the word, but there are many people looking for him, the news of the roster has been leaked, gangs who want to get it to keep it from falling into the hands of the police, and people who want to The organizations that seek benefits from it are expected to take action, and your task is to closely monitor the movements of the various gangs, we must first find the custodian and prevent the target person from succeeding."

His eyes were piercing, concise and clear. When he mentioned the target person, he had said the same thing before, but the purpose of the arrest at that time was completely different from what it is now.The target person is the killer - the ghost.

Watch the reactions of the various gangs to determine who holds the book and find Ian Noye.

Everyone expressed their understanding, and then they split up. When they dispersed, Jonathan thought about the past, "Although the situation has not changed, I think we have gone back, back to our special investigation team."

After finishing writing, the pen twirled around in Hans' hand, and then stuffed it back into his pocket. His notebook was already filled with lists of various gang organizations, which needed to be investigated one by one, "The boss is still the boss, he hasn't changed. It's still calm."

Bob, who was reduced to become the FBI janitor, held the child by the hand and laughed, "That's because he still has hope, but I don't know if Ian didn't come back, or if your boss couldn't find him to stop it." What will happen to him?"

Bob's dry voice expressed their worries. In the distance, Fieston's back was still so straight, but his steps inevitably showed signs of confusion, which were strong emotions suppressed in his heart.

He was still him, the calm and decisive Feston, their leader, but no one was sure if Feston could still be the present Feston if the ending was not as they expected.

In winter, the streets of Chicago are cold and windy, and pedestrians walking on the road quicken their pace. There is a person wearing a loose coat, black gloves, and a hat, walking among the crowd, very inconspicuous.

Everyone on the sidewalk was waiting for the street lights to change. The office worker who happened to be standing next to this man took out a mirror to adjust his hair. He accidentally saw his inverted face under the brim of his hat, and couldn't help but shouted good luck in his heart.

The man noticed her scrutiny, turned his face and smiled at her, and saw that the street lights had changed, he continued to walk forward, and the office worker stood where he was, his heart beating faster because of the intoxicating smile.

The man put his hands in the pockets of his coat and walked leisurely. He passed a person. A few seconds later, someone suddenly fell down on the sidewalk.

"Ah... ah..." A man with a briefcase and glasses fell down in the middle of the road. He clutched his throat and twitched, "Help...help me..." His wide eyes begged passers-by for help.

The people around dispersed one after another. Someone called the police, someone called an ambulance, and someone rushed to work without stopping. In the chaos, someone finally stood up and said, "Get out of the way, I'm a doctor!"

He took off his coat and rolled it up, raised his head and put the clothes under his neck, and the office worker realized that this was the man who had just smiled at her charmingly, and he was doing first aid for a patient.

"Save... me..." His heart was beating wildly and he couldn't breathe. The man on the ground grabbed his sleeve, "help me... I can't..."

"Henry Quint, 45 years old, is separated from his wife and has no children. He is the exclusive lawyer of Macro Winters and is responsible for all his legal affairs, including how to make human trafficking legal." Feng Zhannuo bowed his head , a pair of blue eyes appeared above Henry Quint's line of sight.

He realized something was wrong, "You...you..." Not a doctor!He stared desperately!

"Are you afraid, I know everything about you, but you don't need to know who I am, you just need to know that you have 3 minutes to live, the medicine I injected for you will take effect in 5 minutes, you have wasted 2 minutes Used to call for help." Feng Zhannuo said calmly as he fumbled for his coat pockets and checked them one by one.

poison? !Quint's convulsions got worse. The spectators couldn't hear their conversation, but he heard it. He was injected with poison. This man... this man just walked behind him!

Quint's eyes were full of fear, Feng Zhannuo was very satisfied, and his low voice was like an old friend whispering, "There are only 2 minutes left now, tell me, where is that roster? It's not in your house, and Not on you."

Quint felt the coldness of death from those eyes looking at him, "No...I don't want to die...save..."

"If you want me to save you, you have to hand over the roster. That's the only way to be sincere, isn't it? Tell me where it is, Henry Quint, and remember that you don't have much time." The gradually icy tone sounded like death The death knell of Quint, like a fish out of water, desperately opening his mouth to breathe.

He still doesn't want to die, "In...in the safe deposit box..." Trembling hands stretched out towards his neck, Feng Zhannuo pulled out a necklace from his collar with a key hanging on it.

"Where's the safe deposit box?" he continued.

"...First...save..." A whirring sound came from his throat, and Quint's convulsive hands held onto Feng Zhannuo tightly.

"Bagging?" He put the key away calmly, "You know I can find it even if you don't answer, is it a supermarket? Or a station... Well, it seems to be a station."

Judging the answer from Quint's reaction, he stood up from the ground, the ambulance arrived, and the emergency personnel carried Henry Quint into the car. He desperately stretched out his hand to the man in black, and others didn't know what he wanted to do.

"You don't need to thank me, I'm sorry I couldn't help you much." He sincerely expressed regret and said to the emergency personnel, "He is dying, he may have a heart attack."

It will be there in 5 minutes.Tick, tick, tick... He waved to the patients in the ambulance.

The death-like ghostly smile was getting farther and farther away from Henry Quint, and he gradually lost consciousness. The ambulance left quickly, but several speeding cars stopped around, making screeching brake sounds.

"FBI...everyone evacuate the scene!" Jonathan jumped out of the car to evacuate the crowd, and the blocked vehicles were honking their horns around.

Feng Zhannuo's smile receded, he turned around and left, another voice stopped him from leaving, "Stop!"

Feston was right behind him, his footsteps stopped suddenly, and he turned his head slowly.