Love Killer

"Boss, did Director Folkoff give you any news? Did he tell you about our team?" Feston was woken up by the phone early in the morning.

"You helped me once, Jonathan." Fieston got out of bed as usual, but some places were different from usual. He glanced at the empty space next to him, and he was about to hang up the phone.

"Wait, wait!" This time it was replaced by Hans, "We couldn't stop Ian that time, we're sorry, everyone knows what we did, but the bureau didn't impose any substantive punishment on us, just Written warning, don't you think that means something? Seriously, Boss, Captain McGarry is capable, but we're more used to working under you."

"My phone is not a hotline. It's six o'clock in the morning." Looking at the clock, Feston interrupted him, "Are you at work?"

"Today is off, Jonathan was dumped by his woman, I sang wine with him last night, he kept calling for a man to try..." Jonathan snatched the microphone from Hans' hand, "I swear I didn't say that! Boss, don't listen to him!"

His strange cry was too harsh, Feston took the microphone away, "You guys had a good time, I hung up beforehand."

Papa, the phone was disconnected, Jonathan looked into the microphone, "It sounds like Boss is okay?"

"He won't tell us anything, we're not Ian." With a hangover and headache, Hans rolled down from the sofa and hit Jonathan, who was sleeping on the floor while singing, "Get out of the way, big man."

"This is my home!" Moaning while holding his head, Jonathan pushed away Hans who was holding onto his body, "Be careful, oh, God, I really regret why I asked you to sing wine last night..."

"Yes, yes, you should go to the bar and find a girl. You can do some exercise first when you wake up in the morning, and then tell me that you are fine." Hans stood up and kicked Jonathan, " The boss must have some plans, I'll go back and have a look."

"I'll go with you." Jonathan hurriedly got up and went to the gangster's house to talk to him.

When Jonathan and Hans returned to the bureau, they happened to see Feston, and many people outside the door watched him come out of that room, and they all gave him special looks. Jonathan remembered, "Damn it! Internal investigation!"

"Didn't you say it's all right?" Hans asked the others.

"Act without authorization, and the action failed, you are fine, but he is not, who told him to take all the responsibility on himself." McGarry was also in the crowd, "Next he is going to Washington, the headquarters If you want him to go back, no one knows what will happen next, Feston Al-Qaeda is very capable, and he doesn’t take others seriously, but he dares to act, and I admire him for that.”

Patting Jonathan on the shoulder, McGarry left, leaving the two of them silent, neither of them could speak.

Ian Noye is gone, Killer Specter is gone, and all the unsettled debts are on Felston.

"This is the first time, I hope Boss and Ian can take this opportunity to make a deal." Jonathan looked at the back of the departing figure in the distance.

"Don't think so, I think the boss hasn't given up yet. If anyone could do it, he wouldn't have chosen Ian." Hans also looked into the distance, "I envy the boss' courage, because there are people who can't do it. arrive."

Feng Zhannuo knew Feston's courage.

From the first day he knew him, he knew that this man had always been courageous, even though all his actions were governed by the rules around him.

But he still didn't expect that he would catch up with him so quickly.

Seattle in a few days.

"For a place that is rainy all the year round, I can't expect the sun to come out in winter." Sitting in the tavern, Feng Zhannuo grabbed his half-wet hair, it was snowing outside, and he didn't wear a hat.

"Uh, it's too cold...that is, because it can't rain, it can only snow." The woman opposite him replied awkwardly.

Who can keep calm in front of this man, at least she can't, the melted snow drips down his hair on the table, his hair is black, his face is slightly wet by the snow, now he is wet and sex, feeling.

"Men with long hair either look decadent, or are a bit of a contrived artist, as if they think women like ruffians." Finally getting used to the sight in front of her, she began to comment on his long hair for the first time in days .

"I'm just too lazy to cut it, my hands are stupid." The hair on the back of his head was tied up, showing a charming smile, and he knew that if Bob heard this sentence, he would burst into laughter.

"No matter what the reason is, you are different from those men who came to me for special reasons. You are a gentleman, and there is a quality that I can't describe." She moved closer.

"Gentleman, this comment reminds me of someone." He turned the empty wine glass in front of him, his eyes fixed on it for a long time, there were few customers in the tavern, and the sound of smooth music surrounded him. At this moment, this charming man It looks a little melancholy.

"Who did you think of?" She saw him put his half-wet long coat on the bar, but he suddenly raised his head and asked her, "Nancy, when will my things be ready?"

"What you want is a martini." Nancy pushed the drink in front of him and gave him another look, which was very suggestive.

He has been familiar with this for a long time, smiled and raised his eyebrows, "My things——"

He approached, his voice was very low, the mysterious charm and touching melancholy that were still heart-stirring at the previous moment gradually became cold, his eyes were not looking at a person, but like looking at a thing, Isabella took The hand of the cup slipped, "We have to wait for three more days."

It will take three more days, Feng Zhannuo's eyes turned slightly, "I came to you because I heard that there is first-rate technology here. It seems that I overestimated it. Maybe I should change."

He got up to leave, Nancy leaned out from behind the bar, "I have received a deposit—" She grabbed his sleeve, "After collecting the money, it's my job, you can't find someone else."

He stands still.

Nancy gritted her teeth tightly and shook her hand, "I take back what I said earlier, you are the same as those people, ID cards, passports, I should have known a long time ago, those who need these fake documents will not be good citizens!"

Nancy's anger was palpable, but he didn't care. "I never said I was." He shrugged.

The gun handle was exposed from the hem of the open clothes. Nancy's eyes were fixed there, noticing the cold killing intent that was no longer deliberately hidden, Feng Zhannuo took a sip of wine, "I hope you are not wasting time, because of your delay, I plans were disrupted."

His dissatisfaction made his tone cold, his sky blue eyes revealed bloody essence, and a chill of death surrounded Nancy.

She did procrastinate on purpose. What he wanted should have been completed long ago, but she was just delusional, imagining unrealistic possibilities, "...it will be done as soon as possible."

She could barely speak, this feeling was warning her that the kind and charming man she saw was just an illusion, "If I had known that the person who hired me was a cold-blooded killer, I would have finished what you wanted as soon as possible, and then let you Get out of my sight as soon as possible!"

"I don't want to stay here long either, I don't want to startle my prey." That smile sent chills down the spine, a killer, god, what is she obsessed with these days.

"I will give you what you want as soon as possible, I don't want to hear you say anything else!" Restraining her emotions, Nancy lowered her head and pressed hard on the bar, her hands were shaking.

Feng Zhannuo looked at her trembling hands, "Your fiancé was shot, you can't hate everyone who is good at shooting because of this.

"Have you investigated me?" Nancy raised her head abruptly.

Nancy Taylor, 30, fiancé shot to death.

Occupation, bartender, good at forging documents, passports, ID cards, all kinds of certificates, the quality is first-class, the things she makes can be fake, the only problem is that she is very emotional, the delivery time is unstable, if it is not for the local gangsters She's already dead in the shade, and there are as many disgruntled clients as there are liking her.

He raised his glass, "I can't let an unknown person do things for me." Be cautious, the killer's rule has always been to be cautious.

"Unknown? Tell you what is unknown! Do you know that Sean was bought and killed, and he died in front of me! Killed by someone like you! And I don't know that person at all Who is it! That's called unknown origin!"

She raised the volume to startle the other guests, there were not many people, but everyone looked over, and Nancy realized her gaffe, "So don't tell me anything and don't hold grudges because of it, you people are heartless I can’t feel my pain! Maybe I was interested in you a few days ago, yes, you are handsome and charming, but I didn’t expect that a person like you is also a killer, do you know love?! No, you don’t Understand, you don't know what love is at all!"

Her upper body was almost over the bar, gritting her teeth, spitting out every word like a curse, her red hair seemed to be on fire.

Don't you know what love is?Someone seemed to have said that, Feng Zhannuo might have been annoyed before, but now, he just suddenly thought of someone, I don't know how many times.

"Give me another martini." He put down the empty glass.

Nancy's outburst of anger was abruptly extinguished, and she didn't want to talk to him any more, "I'll give you something tomorrow, and then you get out of my sight."

"Deal." He looked out the window.

It has been snowing for days, which is not good for his actions, the roster is still in his pocket, the target this time is a bar door being kicked open with a bang, "Nancy, I heard you have a guest."

A stout man with a scar on his face walked into the bar. When other people saw him coming in, they stepped aside one after another, and some simply left the tavern. The small shop was emptied instantly.

"Stan, he's leaving." Nancy's face was cold, and the man named Stan looked up and down at Feng Zhannuo sitting in front of the bar, "Really, but according to my brother, the FBI is here too, don't follow him Your guest brought it, and you'd better tell him to go now."