Love Killer

Being taken away by the higher authorities meant that the case had to be heard expedited, and someone wanted to promise death.

Feston kicked at the iron barrier and rushed out.

He flew to several cities in a short period of time, personally discussed the case with people from various branches, dealt with the matter, and tried to recover it, but the matter was still going in the direction he did not want.

Everyone didn't know how Feston accepted this fact. Although he acted as if he was fine, no one could see his emotions under the surface. Perhaps the only one who knew was Bob. They had such a call.

"Ian was really arrested? He might be sentenced to death?" Bob asked Felston in a dreamy tone, "Stop kidding, it's impossible, who are we talking about, that's Ian Noye Only that kid executed others, how could he be executed, stop joking...

He kept saying that it was a joke, but he couldn't laugh out loud. He could only make a sour sound from his throat, and quickly took a sip of wine.

"Don't ask me, I also want to know what's going on." Felston replied coldly, and there was a pile of documents in front of him, "He was arrested, and I may have to testify in court, nothing is more ridiculous than this It's over."

The documents in front of him were crumpled and thrown into the trash can, and Hans, who was sitting opposite Feston, silently handed him a cup of coffee.

Feston hasn't slept much these days, and all of them are worried about him, but what's the use?It was completely useless, Feston simply turned a blind eye to everyone's worries.

He looks normal, but that's all, judging by the amount of coffee he's drinking, Hans has to worry about whether he's going crazy or something from too much caffeine.

"Funny? Can you still laugh? We're talking about Ian, I knew it... I knew it would be no good with you, but I still didn't stop him, I knew this day would come, Why didn't I stop him?!" Bob was so shocked by this fact that he smashed his glass.

The crackling sound was particularly harsh on the phone, and Feston remained silent, and finally hung up the phone in silence.

He should have thought of a way to rescue Feng Zhannuo, or try to commute his sentence, but in the face of all forces, no matter how powerful Feston is, he still couldn't do anything for Feng Zhannuo as he hoped.

Feng Zhannuo is a wanted criminal and also has the status of a British baron. This case would not have gone so smoothly, but the documents found on him proved that he was an American citizen named Corell Burke.

He was prosecuted under this name. Some people died in the Black Panther Gang, and there are all witnesses for the murder. There are not a few people who hope that he can be brought under control. With the FBI and CIA behind the scenes, the trial and conclusion of the case are extremely fast. .

Make mistakes, use his current identity to sentence him for the crime he is now committing, and find that the ghost, the killer, has become an obstacle and pushes the results from all sides.

It was as fast as a dream. In the blink of an eye, what was thought to be impossible had already come to an end.

No matter how many people Feng Zhannuo wants to kill and what else he plans to do, he can't do it in prison. Feston attended as a witness. He tried his best and still couldn't meet the person he wanted to see. In court, he saw Feng Zhannuo with his hands in handcuffs.

He heard his trial with his own eyes, the charges were read by the jury, and the final verdict was death, suspended for two years.

These things happened only last month. Many people have witnessed Feston's mediation by various parties, working hard, and finally suffering from physical and mental illness.

If people in the FBI said that Caesar's Feston would be distracted at the meeting, no one would have believed it before, but now almost everyone who knows the relationship between him and the ghost will worry about his state.

"Boss! Boss?!" The subordinates shouted back to Feston, who nodded, "You can arrange the rest yourself, and you will be responsible for this case, Jonathan, work hard."

After saying this, Feston left the meeting room directly, and the remaining staff whispered to each other. It wasn't long after the incident, and they didn't expect Feston to recover immediately.

"Actually, that's right. Ian is a killer. He was arrested. The boss should have expected this a long time ago, shouldn't he?" Clyde said, but if his expression was not so worried, the effect would be better.

"Our ST has just reorganized, it needs time, give the boss some time, after all, Ian is a killer in our eyes, but to him, that is the person he loves, anyone who knows the most important person has two years I'm about to be executed, and I won't be in a good mood." Hans closed his notebook, sighed and turned the ballpoint pen in his hand.

"The two-year probation was won by the boss, and Ian would have been executed immediately." Jonathan had mixed feelings when he heard the news from McGarry.

"I can't imagine how the boss will feel if the ghost is executed. Have you all seen it in court..." Roper hesitated to speak, but everyone knew what he was going to say and nodded silently.

Feston was summoned in court that day, and he attended as a witness, but he did not answer the prosecutor's questions, nor did he answer the lawyer's questioning, he just glanced at the dock.

Feng Zhannuo was in handcuffs, as if sensing his gaze, he raised his head and smiled at him.

He could still laugh at this moment, Feston saw his smile, also saw his loose half-length hair, a pair of blue eyes under the dyed black hair, looking at him calmly.

Feston's haggardness was as obvious as his indifference, and he blamed him for being careless and why he was caught.

The gaze is fiery.

When the eyes of the two parties meet in the courtroom, it seems that everything around them is far away, and everything is quiet. There is no human voice, no court, and of course there are no cold handcuffs.

Anyone who pays attention will find that the way they look at each other is different from looking at other people, and it is a naked declaration of their relationship.

Feston made no secret of this, but Feng Zhannuo didn't need to hide it at all. They just looked at each other without speaking. The prosecutor asked several questions, but Feston didn't seem to hear it. Even the judge His questioning failed to get any response from him.

ST team members were amazed by the boldness of these two men.

But then Feston made another astonishing move. He finally spoke up and announced in court, "Because of my personal relationship with the defendant, I am not suitable to be a witness for any party, and I cannot prove his guilt." , nor can it be proved that he did not commit a crime."

"The judge, please allow me to exit the witness stand." Amidst the buzzing voices from the audience, Feston left the witness stand.

The jury was in an uproar, and Jonathan was afraid that if the judge asked him about his personal relationship, Feston would tell the truth, so he hurriedly dragged him out of the courtroom.

When everyone, including Director Fukoff, wanted to conceal the relationship between him and the ghost, no one wanted to see Feston say something that should not be said in court because of losing control of his emotions.

The events of that day remain unreal to some.

Feston was one of them, and Bob was also one of them. It has been more than a month since the verdict was handed down. Feston left the office. Feston went to Bob's hotel. As expected, old Bob was in He drank, his face flushed from drinking, but he still didn't put down the glass.

"You're here." He waved at Feston, "Have a drink?"

"It's no use even if I'm drunk to death here now. That guy was arrested and sentenced to death." Picking up the cup and downing it, Feston took a deep breath, and Bob could see his calm and suppressed pain.

"I think it's your fault, but it's useless to say it. That boy Ian already knew that there would be this result. He should have guessed it a long time ago. One day, sooner or later..." Bob was overwhelmed with emotion. Dry, the dim light cast on his head, and there are a few more white hairs on the back of his head, he is old after all.

"If it was a few years ago, I might have found someone to rob the prison." Putting down the glass, he took out a pistol from the drawer and slapped it on the table, "Look, I have a gun."

Feston looked at the black metal in his hand, "But you have been unable to hold a gun for a long time, since the day you could not be a killer, so you have become a middleman."

Bob stared at Feston for a moment, then turned to his hand, the black one in his hand was held by him for a few seconds, and now it began to tremble slightly, he snapped his right hand , cursed, "Damn! This is an old problem!"

Putting down his gun, he asked Felston, "How do you know about this?"

"He doesn't know. Doesn't mean I don't know either." The fact that Bob was a former killer had nothing to do with Feston, and he wasn't going to be happy that he had come to the right conclusion.

"Ian is very talented. I was not as good as him back then, but at least I was not arrested and sentenced to death." Bob looked at Feston, and suddenly pointed his gun at him, "It's all because You, you ruined a top killer."

With a murderous look on Bob's face, he said with a smile, "My hand is not too stable, but you are very close, the bullet will hit your vitals very accurately, and even if I kill you to avenge that kid, He didn't have a chance to come out and kill me, because he couldn't come out at all, and he was going to die in prison, all because of you!"

After talking about it, Old Bob couldn't help roaring, and his eyes were red.

But Feston didn't seem to hear anything, he looked at the gun in front of him, "I thought I was ready to lose, but when it happened, all the preparations were worthless."

He raised his eyes, "If it's useful to kill me, you shoot, and I will pay for his life."