Love Killer

What happened at the station, Jonathan and Hans who were late didn't know anything, they only knew that Feston threw the note and faced the platform, where he stood for a long time, no one dared to disturb him, and no one People dare to go up and ask him.

Hans touched Jonathan, and Jonathan received hints from other partners, and was about to find a suitable reason to speak, but Fieston said, "Inform the others that the ghost has escaped again, let them pay attention to the movements of the local gangsters, and let them know what's going on at any time." Prepare for what comes next.”

When he turned around, there was no expression.

"Yes, boss." Another car roared by, and Jonathan didn't dare to look into Feston's eyes, for fear of seeing the anger or disappointment inside, because Ian still left after all.

"I haven't been reinstated yet, you can handle the rest on your own." Feston didn't say anything else.

The others looked at his leaving back, and didn't know what words to comfort him. Maybe Feston didn't need anything, because what he needed the most was gone at this time.

In the end, they all remained silent, and went back to check the box again. It was empty, and found a note from the trash can next to it. They all saw the killer's message.

On a cold winter day, at noon on this day, the ghost disappeared in the sunlight.

That moment, that moment.

Feng Zhannuo thought that Feston would arrest him.He has the opportunity to do so.

There were people coming and going on the station, but there were very few people around the locker at the back. Occasionally some people passed by, and they didn't care what others were doing. They quickly moved to the locker. Feng Zhannuo took out the key from his pocket and found box with the same number.

He opened it and took out the roster. He flipped through it quickly and confirmed that it was genuine. He took out a note and put it in as a replacement, and then stuffed the roster into the inner pocket of his coat, before taking his hand out of the pocket. , he heard the sound of opening the safety check behind him.

"Faston." No need to ask, he knew who it was just by his breath, and slowly put down his hand, Feng Zhannuo turned around.

"Don't force me to shoot, I don't want to hurt you." Grabbing his collar and throwing him to the wall, Feston reached into his clothes to get the roster, Feng Zhannuo reacted quickly and blocked Feston's attack Arm, Feston's fist is sharp, just like his eyes.

"Stop what you're doing and give me the roster!" Hitting his chest, Feng Zhannuo took a few steps back and stood firm, leaning against the wall, sucking in his breath and pulling Feston to him, "Listen to me! I will Those who come back are not going to leave!"

"How do you come back? Do you come back with wounds or with blood on your hands?" Fieston's eyes were cold at first, "Gran is so important to you, and you want to kill for his son? You don't owe him anything." Yes, Zhan Nuo, listen to me, you don't owe him anything."

Feston grabbed his shoulder and finished speaking fiercely, intending to take away the roster, but was knocked down by Feng Zhannuo's fist, and he also pulled out his gun, aiming at Feston's temple, "Whatever you say, I am going to make amends, and I also know that you will never agree to what I am going to do, so I will not say anything at all, if you believe me, let me do it!"

The muzzles of the guns pointed at each other, and the eyes met. The sea-blue eyes were brewing with huge waves, and met the rock-hard coldness in the gray eyes.

The sound of fighting startled the people around, someone came closer to see what happened, the sound of footsteps sounded, as if the tension had been cut, they took a step at the same time - two people started to fight, because they both knew they couldn't convince each other, then There is nothing more to say.

Those who were hit on the forehead by the butt of the gun would know what kind of pain it was. Feston was merciless in his strikes, Feng Zhannuo was hit and counterattacked extremely quickly, and Feston's jaw was broken.

During the fight, the two hit the glove box, each took a few steps back and fought together again. Feston planned to delay the time, and Feng Zhannuo planned to leave as soon as possible. He didn't want to wait for the FBI to surround here.

A car came, the door opened, Feng Zhannuo's eyes moved, and when he was distracted, Feston shot him, and the bullet was shot at his feet. The same menace as the smell of gunpowder was Fei Ston said in a low voice, "How dare you move again..."

After a slight pause, he took a step slowly, "Come on, you can shoot, I won't be able to go far if I get injured, but maybe someone will come out from somewhere and finish me off, you must know that my enemies seem to be Quite a few, maybe they are all waiting for this opportunity, just like animals in the jungle, waiting for their prey to attack when they are at their weakest."

Simply putting away the gun, Feng Zhannuo slowly turned and walked towards the car door.

"Are you going to make me someone else's prey, Feston." He walked away step by step, calmly, grasping Feston's weakness.

"You damned, cunning thing!" How did Feston press the trigger in his hand, the veins on the back of his hand were protruding, and his sight was about to burn through his back, "If you don't care, even if it is Don't love you that much, I can shoot you right now..."

"But can you?" Feng Zhannuo suddenly turned around and approached him again, touching his lips, "You know that I have killed many people, received all kinds of training, and experienced all kinds of dangers, so I shouldn't take human life seriously. But even so, I can't shoot you."

"You're going to piss me off!" Seizing Feng Zhannuo's lips, Feston's arm seemed to be embedded in his body, the cold wind blowing, but his lips were hot.

"I'll be back..." He gasped, and Feston pressed his gun hand to his back, before he could finish and swallow his words again.

"I will miss you." Feston moved his lips, but did not give him any chance to speak, completely invaded Feng Zhannuo's mouth, and described every place with the tip of his tongue.

The tossing and turning kiss seemed to swallow everything, they all tried their best, Feng Zhannuo believed that if possible, Feston would rather let him suffocate in his arms, this kiss conveyed such a meaning.

Taking advantage of Feston's unpreparedness, he turned around and backed away abruptly, and got into the car just before the door closed. When the car door was closed, Feng Zhannuo turned back to look out the window, and touched the sore corner of his mouth. Feston was still on the platform superior.

He wanted to kill him so badly now.

He has also received various trainings, and he has also arrested all kinds of criminals. Those vicious criminals have brought all kinds of troubles and dangers. Sometimes it is more difficult not to kill people than to kill them.

But now, watching Feng Zhannuo go away, all the difficulties can't be compared with this moment.

The car gradually drove away, farther and farther away, Feston's face was gradually blurred, Feng Zhannuo could engrave his current appearance in his mind, his stone-like complexion, gray eyes seemed to be burning, and he watched silently The direction he left.

The wind was very strong, messing up his hair and making his eyes cold. His short dark hair curled slightly in the humid air. You can imagine the touch, just like the indifferent eyes, cold and hard, but at the same time Deep and fiery.

These gray eyes stared at him for a long time, no matter where he went.

Taking a sharp breath, Feng Zhannuo woke up from the dream and looked at the time, it was three o'clock in the morning.

This is the first time he has dreamed of the scenes of that day that he can't count. It seems that there is still Feston's indifferent face in front of him, and every picture is so clear.

After wiping his face, he got out of bed to get water to drink, took out the gun from under the table by the way, and counted the number of clips, everything was fine.

He took a shower, changed his clothes, and dug out the roster. It's good. It won't take long. After solving the domestic problems, he should go to the south of England. There is slavery in the local area, and there are gangsters who have made a lot of money from it.

After filling the magazine, he confirmed the list again. It was very simple. What he wanted to do was to kill people, one by one according to the list.

Walking out of the door with brisk steps, the ghosts wandered in the night again, and began to reap human lives.

"A ghost is coming! He's coming!" A cry of panic was the unfortunate man's first reaction.

"He's here, the brothers outside the door are all dead, retreat!" A killer nicknamed Specter began to target gangs everywhere, and the news spread quickly among the gangs. Preparations were made, but none of the bodyguards were able to play a role.

"I have only two goals, the ledger, and the life of your boss. I will give bullets to those who stay behind. Please make your choice. I will count to three, one, two—"

Gunshot, "Ah, sorry, I forgot to count third."

For those who are not prepared, death is always too sudden. Even if you are prepared, you may not be able to resist the call of death.

The fire burned down the gang stronghold and all the clues. Some people committed such a blatant crime, and the case soon made the headlines of the newspapers. Some people expressed their support for this killer who specializes in killing gang members.

From the day Feng Zhannuo left, McGarry, who was in charge of violent crimes, became busy. His team often came to borrow staff from other teams. Jonathan had long been favored by McGarry, and now he became a celebrity in the anti-violence team. .

But even so, the progress of the investigation could not keep up with the speed of the murder.

"Miami, Boston, New York, Las Vegas... In less than a month, many gangsters have been wiped out! It won't take long if this continues, and when he goes overseas, Interpol will take over the case. We The FBI is ashamed!" Team leader McGarry was very troubled by this.

"...Actually, those gangsters have brought the blame on themselves. Their crimes are worthy of the death penalty." Someone said in a low voice.

The discussion immediately quieted down. The gang was wiped out and the crime rate was greatly reduced. This is a good thing, but unfortunately, homicide is homicide. "Jonathan, is there any news from Detective Al Qaeda?"

Hearing McGarry's question, Jonathan could only shake his head and sigh, "He wants to catch him more than you do."

"Really, alas." McGarry also sighed, "I didn't expect that person like Feston to be here today, and now he should know what it means to have an unchangeable nature. If he had realized it earlier, he might not have come. This step—”

"Captain McGarry! Things are not what you think!" Standing up seriously, Jonathan looked at the quiet colleagues around him, "Our leader, he didn't want that to happen, but it has already happened, believe me , he wants to bring back the ghost more than any of us here!"

"The fact is that he arrived at the scene before you!" McGarry read the report afterward. "Which of you can be sure that he didn't let the ghost go on purpose? We all know that their relationship..."

There was a buzz of discussion at the scene, and Jonathan couldn't bear it any longer. He slapped the table, "Since Feiston and the ghost were together, has any of you heard of any crimes committed by the ghost? Even a little bit of wind? Has there been any? ! Ian is a killer, but he hasn't accepted a murder commission since he met our boss!"

"Then what do you mean he didn't kill people this time?! There's still such a big fuss, the CIA is forcing us to arrest people, Director Folkoff is urging me to find people quickly, and the British government is putting pressure on them from the side. You're asking me for someone, since Feston has such a deep relationship with him, let Feston tell me where to find that ghost..." McGarry's face darkened.

This is simply a butterfly effect disaster. I didn't expect a killer to affect so many power agencies. If he could, McGarry would not want to take this mess.

The CIA has no right to investigate American citizens. A "British Baron" is different, but since they tried to invite Feng Zhannuo to "drink coffee" and failed, they knew the real identity of the Baron, and they no longer planned to have any trouble with him. contact directly.

So this hot potato was kicked from the FBI to the CIA, and finally returned to the FBI.

McGarry had to take over, because Feston was still suspended, and the recent series of gangster-related cases were within his purview.

Feston has not appeared in the branch since he returned to Chicago. No one knows what he is busy with, whether he is sad, or busy looking for traces of the killer.

Where is Ian Noye and how many more people will he kill? This is what everyone wants to know now.