Love Killer

There was only a beep in the receiver, and Feston called several times, but he still didn't get through.

The loud noise at the other end was like an explosion, and all kinds of associations rushed into his mind. Even if Feston was rational at this time, he couldn't control his cranky thoughts at this time. He shouldn't let Feng Zhannuo go.

This thought, this feeling of regret took over everything, he paced around the room annoyed, and kept redialing the phone, time and time again, Feng Zhannuo's phone couldn't get through, and Bob's phone couldn't get through either, they must have met what happened.

Grabbing his coat and rushing out the door, he summoned all his subordinates to the office. Feston is a person who distinguishes between public and private, and he rarely uses his staff to do anything for himself, and the only few times, it is all for a people.

Holding the steering wheel tightly, it was already night, and there were still people working overtime in the branch building, but the lights had long since gone out, and when Feston came back here again, his mood was completely different from when he came to work in the morning.

When Jonathan arrived after receiving the order, he saw their boss facing the computer with a phone tucked around his neck, memorizing something in his hand, and when he saw them coming, he only looked at them and told them to wait.

It seems that it is not a trivial matter, Hans's expression became serious, Clyde, Roper and the others were on standby in their seats, and only after hearing what Felston and the other party said did they realize that their leader was calling a newspaper reporter, Ask Detroit if any accidents, anything.

"...The gas station exploded? Are you sure? How many casualties are there? Give me a list of the dead." The face covered with horror shadows was livid under the incandescent light, and the pen in Feston's hand was about to be crushed. When the pinch broke, everyone understood what was going on.

When the police have more or less informants, all-pervasive reporters are often the fastest to get the news, but not all of them may be credible. Feston wrote down the names on the paper, but only one or two people can be identified. .

The other party must be very helpless. It is the evening, there is an accident, everyone is very busy, and there are too many things that I don't understand. Feston seems to have lost his patience. He raised his wrist and looked at his watch, "I don't care what you use. Method, I will call back in 15 minutes, I want you to give me a detailed list of casualties, and the number of people."

The tone of rejection and disobedience was not tolerated, and after finishing speaking, he rang the phone with a bang, but the livid face did not show any signs of recovery, but instead became darker and darker.

"Boss! What do you want us to do?" Without asking any more questions, Jonathan took out his notepad, just like he would a case.

Feston turned to them, "Use all your connections to check for me, is there any special incident happened in Detroit half an hour ago, car accident, explosion, shooting, robbery... everything!"

His face was stiff and cold, but the light in his eyes was frightening. "Report to me in 15 minutes."

Everyone dispersed and picked up their phones or mobile phones one after another. Hans pressed the buttons with his hand, but he hadn't started to move yet. He seemed hesitant to speak. Jonathan winked at him and said in a low voice, "Don't Asked, something must have happened to Ian."

Hans has always been very clever, and of course he is not stupid this time, and he will not shoot himself into the muzzle, but he always asks, "Isn't that killer supposed to be well at the boss's house? Why did he suddenly go to Detroit?"

"It's better for us not to know." Jonathan, who didn't pay much attention to other things except the case, is very smart in this matter. Hans looked at him unexpectedly, and he replied helplessly, "Maybe because I was the first You know it, and you’ve seen it with your own eyes.”

Watching Feston standing by the window wondering what he was thinking, Jonathan said something that surprised Hans again. "The feelings of the boss's ghost are enviable, but also frightening. They are too strong, they know each other too well, and they are too similar to each other."

"I thought that people who like Bo and overbearing beauties would not understand what the boss is doing." Hans teased him.

Jonathan scratched his head, as if he was also suspicious, "Who doesn't want to find true love, but I've tried again and again, but nothing can be done? The boss has found it, why don't I understand."

He suddenly changed his tone again, "... But to be honest, I still hope that my feelings will not be like the boss's."

"Aren't you envious?" Hans asked curiously, but at the same time, he also had some teasing meaning.

Jonathan flipped through his flashbook, ready to find someone to ask for clues, while shaking his head, "They seem very ordinary, I have seen the boss get along with ghosts, and the boss has become like a normal person, but when he thinks about it carefully It's not that simple, have you ever seen Boss catch Ghost Ian in front of us?"

"No, if I hadn't often seen the boss getting nervous about his affairs and expressing his position in court, it would be hard for me to believe that the boss would love someone so deeply." Hans recalled the usual details, and there was indeed no.

"It was the same at the beginning. The boss didn't show it at all. When I saw it, I was shocked. What did they say... There is a very different place. I guess they must seldom talk about love, as if they are determined It’s as if the other party will definitely belong to me.” That’s right, that’s the feeling.

After finishing speaking, Jonathan slapped the notebook in his hand. He didn't expect to say these words, but it did give him this feeling.

Hans seemed to understand, "It seems very simple, but quite complex."

"Don't you think it's actually too strong? A normal person can't bear it."

How can a normal person stand the emotion of being in crisis all the time, how can he let himself fall into uneasiness again and again, even a man who is unsure of his mind would hope that his partner can accompany him in peace and stability, Jonathan sighed suspiciously.

"Normal people wouldn't fall in love with a killer, and the boss may be abnormal to some extent." Hans glanced at Feston not far away, and exchanged opinions with Jonathan in a low voice.

Surrounded by phone calls and voices, the office was filled with a busy and tense atmosphere, and no one noticed their conversation. This kind of contradictory emotion seemed to exist safely, but in fact it was too strong.

How many people can bear the fact that everything they own will fall apart at any moment?There are too few people who can accept it, and can deal with it and face it calmly.

Feston may be one of them, at least he seems to be dealing with the current emergency so calmly, but in fact?

He will come back, he will come back safe and sound... Feston kept persuading himself in his mind to keep his thinking running, picked up the phone, he continued to dial Feng Zhannuo's number, but still couldn't get through.

Damn it!The phone smashed against the wall, and the sound of shattering made everyone stop what they were doing and quiet down.

Feston looked at the broken phone under his feet, and took a deep breath, "Leave me alone, continue to do your work, there are still 10 minutes, no matter how small, write it down for me."

If it wasn't for the recent feud with the CIA, Feston would have gone to the CIA to monitor Detroit with satellites long ago. Hans was secretly dumbfounded. They had never seen the boss so out of control.

In fact, Fieston often lost control in front of Feng Zhannuo, but this time he was about to lose his composure. He heard the explosion with his own ears, or it might be the impact. No matter what it was, it was not a good thing.

Feng Zhannuo disappeared. The last contact he had with Feston was the phone call. His person and car disappeared completely in Detroit.

According to the information Feston has, no one has seen Feng Zhannuo, except for what his subordinates heard, he also found Hecate's people, Stephanie was also very worried, and mobilized her people to find clue.

Hecate has her own intelligence channels and sources, but it still takes a certain amount of time to investigate what just happened. It is impossible for Feston to just sit and wait for her investigation results, because there is a high possibility that the results will be the same as what his team found. , no result, that is, nothing.

There were indeed casualties in the explosion at the gas station, but none of the injured was like Feng Zhannuo, he would not be drowned in the crowd wherever he went, not to mention that the TV news had already reported it, and it was indeed not him who captured the picture of the injured , but luckily it wasn't him.

That scene was not like an explosion scene after a fierce battle. The accident was purely accidental. On the one hand, Feston was relieved, but on the other hand, he became more anxious and worried.

He kept collecting all kinds of information. Although what he wanted to do was to go find it himself, but his rationality told him that there would be no results. Detroit is a big city. Finding someone who is good at hiding his whereabouts here is like looking for a needle in a haystack.

It is Feston's consistent practice to analyze intelligence and act after grasping clues, and he has indeed done so, but the ST team members who work with him in the office every day have another idea, and they would rather he not stay here , because with such a Feston.Al Qaeda is just horrible to work with.

The pressure in the office is low every day, making people breathless. Feston is always calm and decisive in his business affairs, but as soon as he finishes his business affairs, he will immerse himself in the research of the information in his hand and the whereabouts of a certain person.

"Isn't this too similar to before?" Clyde muttered in a low voice at noon, and immediately shut his mouth when he heard footsteps.

When Feston walked into the office, he still didn't say a word, except for what he had to say on business, he hardly spoke. Three days had passed, and Feston seemed normal during these three days. Still solving the pending case, discussing the case with their subordinates, but after returning home, no one knows how he is doing.

He looks normal, but isn't that some kind of abnormality?What is missing is his most important person. Which normal person can still go to work at this time?It is said that it is too similar to the original, because he had worked so hard to find the ghost that seemed to never exist, but now... "This is not leaving without saying goodbye, Jonathan, I am sure of this, he is from What's the matter?" When it was the end of the day, Jonathan hadn't left yet, and Feston suddenly said to him as if he saw what he wanted to say.

"Do you have any basis to think so?" Jonathan knew that Feston is a person who pays attention to evidence, and his judgment has always said, "There is no evidence. But I can feel that something happened to him." Unexpectedly Surprisingly, Feston actually answered this way. He took out today's unknown cigarette, lit it, and looked at the distance with such steady eyes.

"Then what are you going to do?" Jonathan had nothing to say.

"Keep looking." Felston replied lightly, waving at him with the hand holding the cigarette, "Go back, you all tried your best, but you can't help me now."

They searched for all possible clues and traced every incident that could be found, but they still found nothing. Jonathan had to go back, and Feston packed his things by himself and returned home.

When he opened the door, he stepped on the messy newspapers on the floor, and threw his coat on the sofa. There were already a lot of laundry on it, there were uncleaned dishes in the sink next to him, and the ashes in front of the sofa The tank was also full of cigarette butts.

Those who are familiar with Feston must never have imagined that he could survive in such an environment.

It was the fourth day, the fourth day, this was the limit of his patience, the man who was sitting on the sofa as if he had lost all expression stood up, when the doorbell suddenly rang.

"Are you there? Hurry up and open the door." It was Bob's voice, a little anxious, and Felston slammed the door open.