Love Killer

In the middle of the road where the hustle and bustle dissipated, the surrounding area was pulled into a isolation belt. Jonathan, Hans, Clyde, Mike, etc. stood in various directions, among them, and Feston held a gun in his hand, "Stop."

He stared at Feng Zhannuo motionlessly.

The person standing in the wind was wearing a long black coat, standing leisurely, the face under the brim of the hat was both familiar and strange, it was not Feng Zhannuo, but the killer ghost.

"I stopped, and then?" Specter calmly took off his hat, and the cold wind in the street blew his half-length hair, "Why stop me? I'm just crossing the road."

With a smile on his face and slightly cold eyes, his handsome appearance concealed his murderous intent, Fieston raised his wrist and pointed his gun at his face, "Come with me."

"Have you been reinstated, Officer Al-Qaeda? Or did you act without permission during the suspension? This is not very beneficial to your reinstatement." Standing where he was, Feng Zhannuo answered freely, and then glanced at Feston again, "Your face is not good. Great, I think you'd better go back and get some sleep before coming out."

The understated tone unconsciously revealed the underlying worry, Fieston sneered, "You still know that I have a bad complexion, who made me like this? You know who it is."

Feng Zhannuo's leisurely standing posture froze slightly, he shouldn't be standing here, the scene is under the control of the FBI, he should leave, immediately, immediately.

But his legs seemed to have a will of their own. He stood still and couldn't move, letting Feston point a gun at him. Even if he didn't listen, the cold wind blew Feston's voice into his ears, "I collected all night Collecting information and clues, deploying control and investigation, I haven't slept well for several days and nights, just waiting for you to appear, and now, you have appeared..."

"Come back with me!" The winter wind blew his voice cold.

Outside the quarantine zone, there were fleeing crowds and citizens watching curiously. Feng Zhannuo glanced at him, "This is impossible. I always do things from beginning to end..."

"Why didn't I see your beginning and end? Or is this the end of us? The end of me and you?" Asked coldly, Feston's muzzle was the same as his eyes, motionless, aiming at Feng Zhannuo, "If you want to end it, you might as well let me shoot you here."

"I didn't say that." He didn't think so, either.

"It's better not to."

Not far away is Feston's slightly haggard face. He seems to have relaxed a bit, but the entire confrontation has not relaxed, and is still tense.

"We came one step too late and failed to prevent you from attacking Henry Quint, but we will do our best to prevent you from getting the roster." Jonathan warned in a complicated tone, "Ghost, it's best to hand over what's in your pocket." He saw the chain sticking out of his pocket.

"Is this?" Taking out the key, Feng Zhannuo shook it, raising one eyebrow with a half-smile, "This is the key to my safe, is the FBI going to rob it in public? "

"Don't be kidding, the boss is going crazy because of you! You—" Hans has always been quick-witted, but even he doesn't know how to deal with the situation now.

He couldn't continue, and Jonathan continued, "You must have a gun on you. Put the gun down and give us the keys. The FBI can teach those criminals a lesson! We can do those things too!"

"No one can help me with what I want to do, I have to do it, and no one else can do it." Feng Zhannuo's words are incomprehensible, and his smile is secretive, "I really want to stay and catch up with you, But it seems that there is no time for this.”

He raised his wrist to check the time. Feston had fought against him many times, so he became alert and asked Jonathan, "Are all the roads blocked?"

"Not only that, but also mobilized the helicopter according to your wishes! To prevent him from escaping in other ways!" This is a battle, and Ian has taken advantage of the loopholes in the previous fights, calling him a ghost is not for nothing of.

Feston nodded in satisfaction, and turned to Feng Zhannuo, "Did you hear that, you have nowhere to escape, go back with me now, leave this matter to me, I will solve it, use my method, in short, I will not allow you Kill people again casually! Have you forgotten your current situation?!"

"You mean you want me to become a ghost baron?" Feng Zhannuo snapped his fingers, "Sounds good, but unfortunately the situation is different now, I'm sorry, Feston."

Taking a deep look at him, the black coat fluttered in the wind, Feng Zhannuo pulled out the gun from his arms, gunshots rang out in the sky, surprised cries and screams came from the crowd, and the black shadow quickly rushed to the end of the isolation belt .

"Stop him!" No need for Feston to say, several people surrounded him, Feng Zhannuo had a gun in his hand, but could he shoot at them, in front of Feston?

The answer is no, the killer who was holding a gun but couldn't pull the trigger smiled wryly. Behind him was Feston, and behind them were Jonathan and others, but damn it, what did those people have to do with him? What.

He should have thought so, but his actions went against his will again, and he rushed to the isolation zone. When he turned around, bang, the bullet passed by Fieston, and Jonathan felt a heat in his ears, and Hans rushed forward from behind and pressed him to the ground. "He shot you!"

But there was no blood, Jonathan rubbed his temples, and suddenly he was covered in cold sweat, "...the bullet just passed my scalp, this was intentional, this is his warning." He replied in a dry voice.

"You won't be so lucky next time." The killer stopped in the distance, fiddling with clips in his hand, "You are not Feston, don't think I can't shoot."

The warning from the ghost killer, Jonathan was helped up by Hans, and the others stopped in place, but suddenly looked behind Feng Zhannuo.

"Then do you want to try to shoot me too? Because I will shoot you, as long as it keeps you from doing stupid things." At some point, Feston had already reached the other end, and the hard barrel of the gun was pressed against Feng Zhannuo's. back spine.

"You won't shoot."

"Why not? You think I can't, but what if I do? Put a bullet through your leg so you can't walk, or a bullet through your arm so you can't shoot, I see You will obediently go back with me only when you can’t walk or use a gun, right!” The barrel of the gun moved from the back of the neck to the shoulders, arms, and thighs, and Feston’s hands were shaking due to excessive force.

It seems that he really pissed him off this time, Feng Zhannuo smiled, "Then you shoot, I'll wait."

When he said such words, Feston narrowed his eyes coldly, "You are threatening me."

"So what if you threaten you?" Feng Zhannuo turned his head, "Because I can't do it, I bet you can't do it either."

Feston's expression moved, and he waited for his words, "Yes, if you can't do it, you can't stop me." He reached into his pocket, which contained the key.

Unless he killed him, with Felston's skill, Feng Zhannuo couldn't escape at all.

A hand slashed at Feston's wrist, "It's not that simple!" Feng Zhannuo avoided it, and with a wrong step, pedestrians saw the escalation of the situation and hurriedly evaded. Behind the crowd who got out of the way, Feston saw a sewer on the ground. Entrance.

"He didn't call for a helicopter to respond. He looked at the time to divert our attention!" Jonathan jumped up, and at this moment Zhan Nuo had passed the crowd and entered the underground from the entrance, and Feston was chasing after him .

Hans started calling, "I'm going to ask the relevant people for the drawings..."

"I'll block all passages!" Jonathan and others gestured, turned around and cursed, "But hell, we all know that the sewers can't be blocked at all!"

The sewers lead in all directions, and it is impossible to know in advance where Ian will come out.

Feng Zhannuo appeared from another exit, took off his soiled overcoat and threw it on the ground, and dusted off his hat. He wasn't sure if he had shaken off Feston, that man might emerge from somewhere at some point.

He seized the time and went straight to the safe deposit box at the station. As for which station it was, it was half guesswork and half luck.

A chase began. The Chicago police were not asked to cooperate, and the FBI did not ask them to provide any help. Feston didn't want to make things big, but the situation was developing in a serious direction.

The ghost's footsteps leave no trace, and no one can predict his whereabouts except one person. At the critical moment, Jonathan received a call from Feston, "I saw it, that is the key to the safe deposit box, tell me Henry Kent was hiding. Frequently visited places, supermarkets, stations, clubs..."

"Okay, wait a minute, I'll find out the address right away." Flipping through the notebook and letting Hans hold the phone for him, Jonathan reported the addresses one by one, and Feston interrupted him in the middle of his speech. "right here!"

It was a street not far from here, Hans leaned closer to the phone, "Do you think Henry Quint is going to take out the roster?!"

"He was afraid of getting burned, and wanted to sell the roster as soon as possible, but he didn't think that someone would definitely get it, and he didn't want it to fall into the hands of other buyers." The entrustment was made in order to get the roster smoothly, That's what happened, the eagle's eyes flashed sharply, and Feston hung up the phone.

He went straight to his destination.

That was also the destination of the ghost Ian. The members of the ST team gathered their hands and rushed to the location of the safe deposit box. When they arrived, they only saw Feston alone.

He stood there, in front of him was a box with a key inserted, in the middle of a row of numbered safe deposit boxes, the box had been opened, and the inside was empty. Feston was holding something in his hand, looking in the direction of the platform .

The car door was closed, and through the glass, Feng Zhannuo looked at him in the car, and there were two words written on the note in Feston's hand - goodbye.