Love Killer

In the FBI branch in Chicago, people occasionally come in and out of the door, and the office building stands in the complex, and everything is the same as before.

Jonathan was waiting for Feston to arrive at the branch gate, and Hans was also with him. They checked the time from time to time, as if they were afraid that Feston would change his mind. The conversation between Feston and Jonathan had already revealed the intention of leaving. Meaning, Jonathan didn't tell the others, but he did to Hans, and they all secretly hoped it wouldn't come true.

The timing of Feston's return to the branch was delicate. He was authorized by Folkoff to "catch the ghost" as a condition, and he returned only after completing it.

Then the ghost killer was arrested and sentenced to death, but during the probation period, his face was closed first, and then he was moved to prison. Lenovo.

But no one has proof.

But even so, gossip is enough to be tolerated. Fortunately, the person involved is Feston, at least no one dares to talk nonsense and ask questions in front of him.

A black car parked in the garage downstairs, and the person who came out of the car was walking, and there was no sign of nervousness on his face. Feston always gave people a very calm feeling, which made any of him The decisions are convincing.

"Boss!"

"Boss!" Jonathan walked up quickly with Hans, unable to hide the excitement on his face, "Everyone is waiting for you, our office is still the same."

"Director Folkoff's attitude towards this matter is very informative. Although the investigation is ongoing, it is just a show. It is a good thing to hear that someone from above is putting pressure on it!" Hans immediately shared a gossip, two young The faces are filled with joy.

The people above?Feston couldn't help guessing whether the British side did something with the help of the important people in the Meifu in order to bring back Neilfei, or whether other people also intervened in this matter.

"I see." Without stopping, he patted Chase on the shoulder, and Feston walked towards the elevator, passing many departments along the way, looking at him with eyes, surrounded by all kinds of sights, but Feston is like this A man who couldn't detect even anger in his habitually calm expression.

This wasn't enough to make him angry. He greeted some acquaintances as usual and walked past them. If anyone wanted to find anything suspicious from his back, they would be disappointed.

Back to the original office, nothing has changed inside as Jonathan said. It was once blocked, but now the door is open, people come in and out, ST team members are in their old seats, some singing coffee , and some are sorting out data.

"Boss, welcome back!" Seeing Feston appear, they stood up one after another, and the man at the door waved to them indifferently, "Continue to work and leave me alone."

"How can we not care, the boss is back after a long time, everyone is here, let's celebrate!" Raising the coffee cup, Roper, who has always been calm with a medical background, started booing in a rare way.

"Celebrate! You're right! Boss, we're off work in a few hours, how about we all have a drink together?!" Clyde respected him since he was rescued by Feston.

"Well said! We haven't had a drink with the boss for a long time!" Member Mike touched the coffee cup with him.

Feston looked at his group of enthusiastic subordinates, thought that he would leave them soon, thought for a while, "There are still more than two hours, do what you are doing well." Everyone cheered in unison, ST The group hasn't been this lively for a long time.

Speaking of singing and drinking together, it was actually when they first joined. After that, Feston rarely participated in social activities. He was mostly alone, so he always gave people a sense of distance. They even thought he was very Mysterious, but after so many things, all members of the group know that he is not an unreasonable boss.

In fact, Feston can be regarded as a passionate person. It may be exaggerated to say this, but who can deny this after seeing everything he has done for that killer lover?

Hans has always been meticulous and observant. Seeing Feiston's consideration at that moment, he thought he was worried about someone, "The boss just came back, why don't we go another day?" He winked at Jonathan, and Jonathan understood, "Yes, the boss must still have a lot of things to deal with, so don't rush."

This is really disappointing, everyone lamented again, Feston is really worried about Feng Zhannuo, but he also has his purpose in coming here, and he will not go back now, "I especially allow you to buy wine, close the door, and drink here -"

With a big wave of his hand, he removed the things on his desk, "This is a compromise solution, who will buy wine?" Since everyone knew his background, he no longer needed to cut contact lenses, and his gray eyes watched them.

There was an awesome power in the sharp eyes, which never disappeared. The members were elated, and Mike immediately volunteered, "I'll go! I'll go! Bring an evidence box and put the beer in it. No one can see it. What's the idea?"

Everyone was crazy about it. Feston was very strict with his subordinates and rarely relaxed, but this time he agreed. Everyone was very excited, only Jonathan and Hans showed worried expressions.

Although the ST team has restarted, it doesn't have any urgent cases on hand, and it won't delay any major events, but if people from other departments see it and drink inside with the door closed, it will definitely have a bad influence. Waiting for Mike to look serious He came in with the evidence box and closed the door immediately.

Everyone took the maid's wine like thieves, giggled, opened the lid and touched the wine bottles with each other, celebrating the resurrection of their special operations team.

A joyful atmosphere permeated the office. Feston was leaning against the blinds alone with a bottle of wine, his sleeves rolled up, and several reports in his hands. The reason why this jailbreak was successful was that no one expected it to happen so soon. , although it was successful, he had to do a good job of mopping up and make sure that no trouble would be left behind.

The members who came back here were joking with each other and talking about interesting things when they stayed in other departments. Whenever this happened, he would think of Feng Zhannuo. Compared with his group of subordinates, some people need a warm and peaceful life. Need a real smile.

After meeting Gran, Feston became clearer about one thing. If he tried to save Feng Zhannuo, he would just be self-righteous. Years of inhuman training and experience have already distorted a person's personality. What he can do It's about accepting him like that, and that's what he's been doing.

The sound of knocking on the door was untimely. For a moment, everyone fell silent and looked at the door of the office.

Feston had already gone through the relevant matters before he came in, so no one should be looking for him. The glass door was covered by a large pair of posters hung by Mike, but there was still a lot of gaps. Judging from the exposed clothes, No idea who it was.

"I'm McGarry, I know you're inside, Feston Al Qaeda, come out." McGarry from the anti-violence team, everyone knows that Feston had a conflict with him, and the cause was also because of someone .

Everyone looked at Feston, Feston told them to continue, put down the bottle and walked out, McGarry looked him up from head to toe "'It seems that the killer has completely changed you, to be honest I used to appreciate it your abilities."

"What do you want to say?" Feston looked unmoved, he knew what he wanted.

McGarry once had a big fight with him, even fought, and knew a lot about the relationship between Feston and another ghost killer, "You can come back, you have the ability, but don't be too complacent , The prison riot is now handed over to my department for investigation, I just want to tell you that you can’t be blamed for what you have done.”

His words were threatening, but Feston just smiled, "You came to me just to tell me this?"

An indifferent and indifferent smile, as if nothing could shake him anymore. Feston, who had already decided to leave the FBI, was still the same Feston, but he was more dreadful than ever, and McGarry's face froze.

"I'm here to tell you that when everyone's attention was focused on Corey Burke, I found that Joseph Leonard, who was killed with him, was the most important thing." As the head of the anti-violent crime department, McGarry has good intuition and vision.

Seeing that Feston didn't respond, McGarry knew that it was impossible to find any clues from him, so he stuffed the information into Feston's hand, "This John Leonard is not a simple character, look These things, I think you'll find something interesting."

McGarry's expression was secretive, and there was something in his words. Feston opened the folder in his hand, which recorded the visit records of Grann during his imprisonment. Someone would visit him every few months, and the visitor's information But very few, except for one name, everything else is blank.

Feston's eyes were fixed on that name, and the name White Ghost flashed through his mind.

Returning the documents to McGarry, he rushed back to the office to pick up his coat, and rushed downstairs without even waiting for the elevator.

If Gran had really been in touch with this man named White, then this White might very well be the white ghost that Gran mentioned.

A killer of Yuanlian killers.

Feston's house.

Gran was panting on his side. He had just had a rough time in the living room when he dropped his chair and his body.Mao Bo was lame, sweaty and listless, but he finally got over it, and walked towards him leisurely, as if nothing had happened, "Get up, you don't want him to see you in front of your son It looks like this."

Seeing that he was almost done, Feng Zhannuo untied his rope, and Gran lay on the carpet like a fish caught out of the water. From his angle, the weapons placed under the coffee table were very obvious.

"You're still the same, modified Colt," Gran panted, "It's been a long time since I touched a gun."

He held out his hand—