Love Killer

Hope you don't do something stupid, Ian.Felston lit his cigarette and took a deep breath, Derek couldn't find anything else from this usually unmoving face.

"Does the boss dislike these rich people? The director personally issued the order. This is Greg from the Al-Qaeda Group. The boss likes to ignore it." While Derek was watching carefully, Jonathan was on the sidelines. Said in a low voice, it can be seen that Feston's attitude towards Greg is not warm.

Greg also noticed it, and patted the other end of the sofa, "Agent Feston, don't be so cold, come and talk about who is going to kill me this time?"

Feston took a look at him. It had been a long time since Greg hadn't seen him, and he was still so reckless, "This killer, no one knows his existence, no one has seen his appearance, and knows several major events that have happened in the past two years. Well, according to my judgment, it's all related to him."

"What's the big deal? Too many things happened in the past few years, could it all be related to him? Isn't he too busy?" After taking a sip of wine, he laughed, seeing the seriousness on Feston's face, as his cousin Brother, he knew that Feston didn't like meaningless jokes, so he restrained his smile and adjusted his sitting posture, "Okay, do you mean domestic or foreign?"

Greg still showed his respect appropriately, and others might be surprised that a big man and rich man like him cooperated so well. Feston didn’t show any special expression, “All of them, Kerry, the confidential secretary of the King of Morocco. Jim Ratty's plane crashed, and Congressman Carnathan fell from a building in Washington three years ago—""Both incidents seem to be accidents." Dark brown hair left to the neck, delicate thin-rimmed gold-rimmed glasses, Greg sat up straight, Feston looked at him, and took another puff of cigarette, "But none of them were accidents, it was a cleverly disguised assassination, no one has seen this killer before, no one knows his name and At his age, he has never missed a kill."

"He's like a ghost!" Why doesn't Boss say we already have more information on that guy?Jonathan answered the conversation secretly puzzled, and the other members believed that Feston did not want to disclose internal information.

"Like a ghost? But according to what you said before, it seems that you have seen him before. Since no one knows the existence of this person, how could you see him? Don't kill you to silence him?" Feston was lying to whom? Well, squinting, Greg swung his glass, he's not one to be fooled.

Feston didn't answer, he didn't intend to tell anyone about the inside story. Seeing his silence, Hans quickly eased the atmosphere, and said seriously: "Of course it's because of the team leader's marksmanship. Only he can do it when the ghost appears. This is not only evenly matched with the ghost, but also almost caught the ghost."

Hans didn't address "Boss", but formally called "Team Leader". The expressions of several team members around him became serious. In the entire luxury suite, all the team members on standby were watching the man sitting in the corner.

Greg smiled enviously, "Detective Feston, it seems that you have a group of good men."

"Of course I know, you don't need to tell me." Let the others go to confirm the arrangement again, and Feston walked up to Greg, "During these three days, I hope you will fully cooperate with my team."

Greg stood up and shook hands with him, "Of course, if you don't leave home, you should be sitting in Al Qaeda's position, and I should have listened to you."

Regardless of whether Greg really thought so, Feston shook hands with him, "This is Las Vegas, not any other place. You have to be careful yourself. During these three days, no matter where you go, I will Will follow, do you understand?" There are some other precautions, Greg said he remembered them all, it was not the first time he was protected, he knew what he should do, and at the end, he asked Feston a question , "How sure are you of catching this killer?"

The man who walked to the door turned his head, without concealing it, "50.00%."

It turned out to be half to half. Knowing Feston's ability, Greg didn't expect his answer to be so conservative, "Then what about shooting him on the spot?"

It is more feasible and less difficult to kill than to capture alive. Greg knows this, so he asked this question. Feston stood at the door, but this time he did not answer him.

After Mrs. Marbury left, Feng Zhannuo looked through the information in his room. Before each action, he would carefully deploy it. It was not because he was lucky that he never missed, but because he spent a lot of time and energy on deploying him every time. plan to ensure nothing goes wrong.

All conceivable accidents and unexpected accidents must be counted. In his eyes, killing people is not simply shooting. This is a highly technical matter and extremely challenging.

The target received the news of the assassination, which undoubtedly increased the difficulty of implementation, but he did not intend to give up. Among the assassination missions he had completed before, the current commission is not considered difficult at all, except...

Feston Al Qaeda.

Putting down the documents in his hand, Feng Zhannuo lay down on the bed, thinking of the FBI, the strange commotion started again, he simply started doing exercises on the horizontal rail in the middle of the suite, his body hung upside down, he held his head and did sit-ups, firm His legs were hung on the decorative railing above, and everything below his line of sight was upside down, and from the corner of his eye, he checked through the crack of the door to see that there was nothing unusual outside.

The transparent balls in the gaps, and the touch-type improvised bombs fixed at both ends of the door frame are simple things, but practical.No one ever came.

The phone rang suddenly. Knowing that he should be in this room only Marbury, he jumped down and picked up the phone. Mrs. Marbury spoke first, "I received a message that the FBI is protecting him this time. Those people Not an ordinary bodyguard."

Trying to calm down, but her vocal cords were tense, Feng Zhannuo was sure that she was starting to get nervous, "Relax, ma'am, you know, people tend to make mistakes when they're nervous, unless you want to make mistakes."

With a very soothing tone and a gorgeous and beautiful baritone, Madam Marbury exhaled, "I'm not nervous, I just want to tell you, I want to add an additional condition, I want you to kill me when there are many people He, this is a warning, I want his death to cause panic, can you do it? I can add money."

To scare chickens and monkeys, women are always more vicious than men, Feng Zhannuo drank his saliva, "As long as it is entrusted by the client, of course there is no problem, what you give already includes this service, there is no need to add it." It just depends on whether the client makes a request.

"Those FBIs, you have to be careful. I have inquired about them. They are not ordinary FBIs. They are people directly assigned by the director of the FBI. They are not easy to deal with." Afraid that she would be implicated, Marbury did not forget to warn her in the end.

On the other end of the phone, I heard laughter, "This is not a hindrance to me. If you want to know, I can tell you that I have completed more than ten commissions involving the FBI."

"What's the result?" Marbury knew that this question was superfluous, and sure enough——

"You might as well ask those dead people." With laughter, the phone was hung up.

As if she could still hear the cold lingering sound of the God of Death, Marbury hung up the cable in satisfaction, and ordered to her subordinates, "Ask the front desk to ask our guests what they need, and give them whatever they want."

What she wanted to entertain was not Greg, but Ian. Doing so would not arouse suspicion. Even if the FBI regarded her as a suspect, they could do nothing without evidence. Of course, it could also be regarded as making Gray It would be a windfall if it made him relax his vigilance and make it easier for him to have a good time before he died.

The banquet this time is to celebrate the official opening of the newly completed themed holiday hotel, the "Treasure Island" which cost hundreds of millions of dollars. Mrs. After more hotels and casinos, the public's attention shifted.

Right now, journalists, wealthy people from all over the world, and many tourists are all in this newly opened high-end holiday hotel. In this kind of place, it seems that people are affected by the environment, and people usually do not hide their desires, and hedonism prevails , Doing anything seems to be the right thing to do. It would be strange not to do it. A few calls from the front desk passed, and the concierge who was in charge of receiving and handling the needs of the guests began to get busy.

"Sir, is there anything else you want?" Feng Zhannuo had just finished exercising when he received the call, thinking that he hadn't had a good rest for a while, he thought for a while, "Find someone to come up for a massage."

Massage usually does not just provide massage services. Considering the preferences of some customers, the front desk dutifully asked, "Do you need female service personnel or male service personnel?"

Maybe a mermaid will appear soon, Feng Zhannuo is aware of Mrs. Marbury's training of her subordinates, and there is nothing he can't get, but he just wants to have a massage, "Woman, come up in 15 minutes."

Women can make people relax, but men make him think of Feston Al-Qaeda. The FBI is the biggest obstacle in front of him. He has not forgotten that his target is Feston's cousin.