Love Killer

His physical strength was fully recovered, and his punch was relentless, as if the man immersed in desire avoided the blow. The wind of the punch only brushed the corner of Fieston's eye, and a small thing fell on the carpet. The dark brown lens .

"So you are from the Al-Qaeda Group, so Greg really has something to do with you." Stepping back, in front of Feng Zhannuo, Feston Al-Qaeda seemed to be a different person, not because of his appearance, It was his eyes, light gray pupils, which made him more like an undisclosed military officer, giving off a colder impression than his original temperament.

Feston Al Qaeda had indeed been in the army, and his short hair on his forehead was pulled back, "I really can't let my guard down with you."

The light gray eyeballs look like some kind of strange glass product under the light, and it is difficult to find emotion in them. Both eyes have lenses, and now one is missing, and Feston took out the other one, "The al-Qaeda family feature, did Madam Marbury tell you?"

"Didn't you still call her a high-class prostitute before?" It seemed that it could only go so far, Feng Zhannuo began to button up his shirt, and Felston, who was already half naked, actually walked up to him and buttoned it for him, "She is indeed a high-class prostitute. All over the world, business celebrities, politicians, and even gang leaders have slept with her."

"I thought our conversation fell through." He didn't seem to care that he revealed his other identity. He couldn't figure out what this man was thinking. Feston glanced at him, "You reject this commission, and next time we Move on to another place."

"You mean that you use yourself to buy me and ask me to give up this commission?" After tidying up his jacket and re-fastening his belt, Feng Zhannuo crossed his arms and admired Feston's clothes, " Do you know how much this deal is? A check for 3000 million, and you, which side do you think I will choose?"

"Aren't I worth 3000 million?" Feston approached him, "Not everything can be bought with money, Ian, if you were a person who would do everything for money, you wouldn't be standing here now."

He seemed to know him very well, and Feng Zhannuo found that this was the first time that Feston did not call him a ghost when there were only the two of them, "You will say something like this, so there is still a chance to continue what happened just now , If it ends like this, I will also feel very sorry."

Any words that come out of his mouth will have a different taste, with some ambiguous shadows, but they are not frivolous, but affectionate.

Feston looked at him for a long time, picked up the gun on the ground, put it back into the holster, "If you kill people here, I will definitely arrest you."

He confiscated Feng Zhannuo's gun by the way, the killer shrugged his shoulders, but the invisible smile showed a different meaning, there was no smile, "I'm not your subordinate, Team Leader Al Qaeda."

"Then you are going to agree to Mrs. Marbury?" Feston's brows were deeply locked, which made his current look extraordinarily gloomy. "Greg is my cousin."

It turned out to be like this, "You want to protect your family, but you can't see that you can do this for your family and make a deal with a killer." Suddenly thinking of something, Feng Zhannuo suddenly said, "I said I would use your family To make you obey, you didn’t care at the time because no one knew that you were from the Al-Qaeda Group.”

He thought he was as egotistical as he was, but he was wrong.

"It doesn't need to be known." Maybe it wasn't the first time he did this, Fieston took another lens from his coat pocket and put it on.

Feng Zhannuo wasn't sure why Feston didn't work in the family business but became an FBI agent. He really wanted to know what happened, but he didn't ask again.

"Reject this commission after you go back, and then come to me." Feston finished his clothes and added, "This is not a deal." "But it sounds like an order." Maybe he is used to ordering, Feston Every word of his words seemed that he had to do so, Feng Zhannuo sneered, "What I want to do is my freedom, do you think you can control a ghost?"

He approached slowly, "Don't test my bottom line, Al Qaeda."

The shadow under the sun is where the ghosts are. Anyone who gets close to the shadow will be afraid of the coldness and regret it. When Feng Zhannuo left the room, Feston watched his leaving back. In the banquet hall In fact, he discovered the other party earlier than him.

He held Mrs. Marbury's arm and became the focus of the audience. His body and physique were more perfect than the last meeting, his appearance was extraordinary and impeccable. His handsome appearance attracted the attention of many women. This may be a kind With a natural charm, who would have thought that he is not a rich businessman who came here to spend a lot of money, but a killer who reaps human lives?

There is only one thing, when that warm smile recedes, there will be a trace of coldness, but no one notices.

Feng Zhan Nuo... Show?Or chop?After chewing the name carefully, he is now sure that the ghost should have Chinese ancestry, and he once knew something about China in the case. Feston Al-Qaeda can probably guess which words they are, and understand what they mean, but he Questions remain unanswered.

When the ghost returned to the room, there were already guests waiting. Mrs. Marbury turned her head when she heard the door opening, she could see that she was a little anxious and nervous, although she concealed it well, "My people saw you with that bodyguard He left, how is he? Why didn't you deal with him?"

"Don't worry, ma'am, if your prey is disturbed, we will lose the best time to strike." With good reason, Feng Zhannuo replied calmly. His smile comforted Mrs. Marbury. After all, she is a professional killer. It's not the first time to ask him. After seeing that inhuman marksmanship, she should have confidence in him.

"As long as you can kill him, it's up to you." She sat down gracefully again, she did not hide her killing intent for the hired killer, "Greg is here for three days, and then he will go to see the Stratosphere Tower, next year It will be the highest place in Las Vegas, he was inspired and heard that in addition to several new casinos, he also plans to invest in building several restaurants here.”

It can be heard from her tone that Mrs. Marbury is very dissatisfied with this. Las Vegas is a bustling city, and there are many ways to make money, but gambling is mostly controlled by her under her wrist. monopoly.

Decades ago, that is, in the decades before [-], gangs were once the main force here. Mrs. Marbury’s previous generation was once the most powerful underworld family here. After Gass was ruled by the government and returned to the jurisdiction of the police, all the forces of the underworld were restrained. After she accepted the family business, she turned to develop an underground casino.

"...In addition to the superficial income, the underground city is another trump card of Marbury. Relying on it, and relying on the hotel industry left by her deceased husband, Mrs. Marbury is a well-deserved Queen of the Dungeon, the leader of Al Qaeda Group The capital injection is tantamount to stealing her territory, so it's not surprising why she would hire someone to kill you." In the other room, Derek adjusted the instrument and explained that there were several people in the room, one of which was Greg Al Qaeda.

The door opened, and when he saw the man walking in, Derek finally couldn't help standing up from his chair, "Boss—"

"Give me another one." Picking up the wireless earphones in his hand, Feston sat down on the sofa. The earphones on the table seemed to be broken. Derek didn't ask any further questions. Not long ago, he was worried about what might happen. , Now that Feston came back in good condition, he told the other team members that the boss was back, but there was a trace of suspicion in his heart.

He listened to the conversation between the boss and the ghost, and suddenly there was no sound. It was a bit of a coincidence that the earphone was broken.

"Detective Feston, it's up to you this time." Greg was a very decent man, and he patted Feston on the shoulder. He didn't seem to be worried about being assassinated at all.

"Is Mr. Al Qaeda familiar with our boss?" Hans is very good at observing words and expressions, and he asked God in his heart. He has never seen anyone so bold as to pat the boss on the shoulder as soon as they come up, unless they are very familiar with each other. Otherwise, Greg is a person who is so bold that he is not afraid of death, but if he is really not afraid of death, does he still need to ask his superiors for protection from the FBI?

"Ah, I met once before I came here. It was hard for me to convince your director to let the famous Caesar take over the protection task. Of course, you must win over well." Greg laughed and picked up the wine on the table, "This is Superb vodka, some?" He raised his glass to the people around him.

"No, carry out the mission." Feston's answer extinguished everyone's expectations, and everyone looked back regretfully.

No one knows the connection between Feston and the Al-Qaeda family, and no one would think that his "Al-Qaeda" is the "Al-Qaeda" of the Al-Qaeda Group. This is normal, because this is not an uncommon surname , not to mention that no one would think that a person from a famous family would come to do such a dangerous job.

The FBI and the son of the group, there is no equal sign between them. Feston Al-Qaeda saved himself the trouble. He did not change his name. After he put on special contact lenses, he covered his iconic gray eyes , Greg used to say, he looked nothing like one of the Al Qaedas.

"Boss, everyone else is in place. Just wait for the killer to appear. Even if it is a ghost, we are sure to kill him on the spot!" Jonathan heard the reports from the others and reported the security situation outside to Feston.

Hearing his words, the action of taking cigarettes from the cigarette case stopped, "...very good."