Love Killer

Taking advantage of the chaos and trying to break through, Feng Zhannuo may know what he is doing, but Feston and his understanding are different.

The long-lost eyes seemed to be staring at the prey, locking him, and his vitals were being attacked one after another. Judging from Feston's indifferent expression, he was playing for real.

"You're wasting my time, anyway, you can't kill me or catch me, why don't you let me go."

"What a joke! I'm not the only one here, McGarry will not show mercy to you!"

"You're wrong, I was the one who showed mercy to him, otherwise he would have died long ago."

It's not easy to be separated from Fieston, but it's not difficult for Feng Zhannuo to get rid of him and escape.

What followed was a chasing battle. The police, FBI, McGarry, Feston, the ST team, and the violent crime investigation team tried their best to stop him around this tricky character.

Feng Zhannuo was alone, and any corner of the street was his hiding place. He found his car around the isolation zone, and hit several police officers on the shoulder with the muzzle sticking out of the car, stepped on the gas pedal, Charge into the crowd.

"As I said, it's not difficult to go." Humming, he broke through the barrier amid the sound of the music. There was a vehicle blocking the way ahead, and he rammed straight into it. This crazy approach was unexpected.

The police car parked on the road as a roadblock was knocked sideways, Feng Zhannuo rushed out of the encirclement after the loud noise, the car body was full of dents, but he could still drive, he continued to step on the accelerator nonchalantly, and left like lightning.

From the time he shot into the sky and caused chaos to the time he left, the whole time was less than ten minutes, and he escaped.

Jonathan held the gun tightly and walked to Fieston, "Boss..."

"He's planning something." Seeing Feng Zhannuo leave with his own eyes, Felston said with certainty.

"He plans to kill everyone on the list! Ian is he really crazy, he wouldn't be this crazy before, he was a bit unpredictable, but not now, it's good for him to make all the cops panic There's no benefit." Jonathan looked in the direction of the killer, Ian Noye, who was an unpredictable and cunning killer.

"I missed something. I should know what he thinks. No one knows him better than me. I have to think about what I missed. I have to stop him." Want to get angry, want to yell, but Those are useless, and Feston's calmness makes Jonathan feel terrible.

"Give me all the existing information, I want to read it again." Under the black hair, his eyes were like two sparks, and Jonathan could only nod in agreement.

He wanted to say that Feston had already seen it, but maybe it would be helpful to read it a few more times, because he was Feston.

"The boss needs to read the information again. He has already read it five or six times. Is it useful?" In the temporary office in Seattle, Hans asked with a cup of coffee in his hand.

"He's the closest person to Ian, and he's the boss. The boss can always see things we can't see, can't he? Maybe this time too." After a busy night cleaning up the mess, there was no time to sleep, Jonathan He yawned and took Hans' coffee.

"Hey——" He had already finished drinking in one gulp, Hans made a helpless expression, didn't bother to think about it, and went to pour himself another cup, "Boss was even more brave after he came back, he didn't even take a sip of coffee, I don’t even feel sleepy.”

"Because there is something refreshing in front of him." Jonathan raised his chin to indicate the piles of documents on the table, "It didn't take long, and it became thicker again."

The thick document was flipped back and forth several times in Feston's hands. His brows were deeply frowned, and his face was overcast, just like the weather in Seattle, where there was no sunshine.

There are people coming and going in the police station. This is a busy day. Those who make notes, arrest people, and interrogate prisoners. Black Panther gang members come and go. Compared with the busyness outside the door, the local police supply the FBI as a temporary office. The silence in the room was suffocating.

Most of the people went to rest, but Feston still stayed here, looking through the archives and records again and again, which stated what Feng Zhannuo had done these days, and he read the records and reports carefully.

The snow stopped, and the sky outside the hotel became brighter. Although it was daytime, the gloomy weather was not pleasant. Feston rolled up his sleeves, loosened his tie, held a cigarette in his hand, and rested his elbows on the The tabletop, he has kept this movement for a long time, usually when he thinks, he always keeps the same movement almost unchanged, the only thing that changes is the ash in the ashtray.

But Hans had to interrupt him now, "Boss! Something has happened!"

Felston stood up, put out the cigarette butt, and seemed to be prepared for what he heard next, "Say."

"Ian was arrested..." Hans hadn't finished speaking when Feston suddenly came in front of him, it was unimaginable for a human being to have such a fast speed and such a cold expression, "Where and how was he caught? !"

Feston's reaction was quite calm, he must be trying to control, but Hans could still see the shock he received, and said as simply as possible, "It's not our people, it's the local police. His whereabouts, they found him."

No matter how amazing the marksmanship is, as long as you are an individual, you can't resist bullets and gunpowder. Maybe you relaxed your vigilance after escaping. The police intercepted Feng Zhannuo's vehicle on a road, and the helicopter tracked it for a long time in the sky. He was successfully intercepted in the front, and the simultaneous heavy fire attack from the ground and the air cannot be resisted by one person.

A wise man will lay down his arms and catch them without a fight.

Feng Zhannuo is a smart man. He has faced all kinds of traps, been caught, tortured, and committed crimes. But today, this all-powerful killer was finally arrested.

Hans roughly narrated the whole process, during which Fieston had been listening to him calmly, but both he and Jonathan could see that Fieston could no longer maintain the calmness he deliberately maintained.

The most feared thing still happened.

Feston could see the worry of his subordinates, but he couldn't control himself, and pointed to the door, "Get out."

"Head..."

"Get out and leave me alone!" After Jonathan and Hans had gone, the door slammed shut.

There was the sound of smashing things inside, and they dared not leave the door. They heard the documents rushing and scattered. Looking in through the blinds, the papers all over the sky were flying everywhere like fallen leaves. Feston's back was stiff, and his fists were on the ground. On the wall, a line of blood flowed down the wall.

Feng Zhannuo was arrested, and what awaits him is trial and prison.

Feston couldn't accept this fact, not now, nor for the next few days.

The entire Seattle police team celebrated with joy. The FBI helped in this matter, but in the end they caught this lawless killer. Of course, it deserves a lot of publicity and celebration.

Feston tried to visit Feng Zhannuo who was in the temporary prison that day, but he was not approved. In the words of the Seattle police, this is what the FBI means. The extremely dangerous felon will prevent anyone from visiting Vertebral interview.

"Hey, someone is coming to see you again. How much do you know about the FBI?" On the other side of the iron bars of the prison, a bald man in the cell next door reached out and knocked on the iron bar in front of Feng Zhannuo's door, "I heard, the outside The notes are discussing."

"Really." He tilted his head on his arm.

The next door began to knock on the iron fence again, "Boy, maybe you will be able to get out soon, what did you do to come in, and you will be given a separate room? We are going to be overcrowded here-hey! Fucking piss Look at the spot! Be careful I will show you!" The voice changed, and the bald man shouted a few punches and kicks from the next door.

"Murder." Feng Zhannuo answered briskly.

"What?! How many did you kill? I also killed people, why didn't I get special treatment!" The bald man stuck out his head, and the tattoo covered a large area of ​​his head.

"How do I know, maybe I'm lucky." Feng Zhannuo replied with a half-smile, lying leisurely on the cold bed.

Different from his calm expression, his eyes rolled and looked at the ceiling. Felston must be very angry now, he could imagine what he was like now.

Feston was trying to find a way to go to jail to meet him, but he had been given special care, and the Seattle police were unwilling to accommodate him at all, so he had to consider other ways.

At the gate of the police station prison, the staff on duty in the middle of the night were playing with their mobile phones boredly, and raised their heads when they heard footsteps.

"You're here again, Agent Al-Qaeda. I'm curious about the relationship between the people here and you. Does this criminal have the clues you want? Why don't you tell me what the case is? Maybe I can ask for you. , you know, anyway, I won’t let you in.” The policeman at the custody office looked Fieston up and down, wondering why the federal agent wanted to go in and visit the prison several times.

"I could just find a case to fool you, but I'm not going to do it, you know what I think?" Feston took out a few photos from his pocket, "I'm very busy these days, it seems that you Very busy too...”

The photo shows a man and a woman. The woman is almost naked in revealing clothes, with a police cap on her head, and the baton in the man's hand has other uses. The picture is clear. The hero is the police officer in front of Feston.

His face turned pale when he saw the photo, and Feston put the photo in his hand, "She's not your girlfriend, she's next to Yu Yu and hired prostitutes while on duty, I don't need to tell you how many crimes you committed , now you let me in, you help me and I help you, none of us pretends that this is the case, what do you think?"

The police officer took the photo in disbelief, and he was actually threatened, "What kind of FBI are you!"

"The special one." Answered lightly, Feston watched him take out the key to open the door, and after stepping through the door, he found the cell where Feng Zhannuo was located according to the records in the policeman's hand.

It was empty.

Standing in front of the cell door, Feston looked straight at the emptiness inside, turned around and arrested the policeman, "Where is he! Where is he?! What did you do to him?!"

Feston's calmness of the previous moment was gone. Facing his loss of control, the police officer replied uncomfortably, "I don't know, I really don't know! I'll call someone right away!"

Seeing him making the phone call in a hurry, Feston looked tense and paced back and forth, waiting for the guarding police officer to hang up the phone and give him the answer, "A notice came out this morning, saying that the case should be tried as soon as possible, and he was taken away by the higher authorities. gone."