Love Killer

Feston nodded, "But he was not assassinated, he committed suicide."

Since Feston said so, it is confirmed that he committed suicide. As long as there is a little deliberate sign, Feston will not be so sure. Feng Zhannuo once again realized that what Rick gave him was a troublesome thing .

"What did he give you?" A quick-thinking person like Feston certainly thought of it, "No matter what it is, it's best not to take it with you. On someone else's death list."

"Rick's original intention was to ask me to put that thing in a good place, but to be honest, I don't know what it is. He will commit suicide after giving it to me." After the accident, Feng Zhannuo calmed down, as long as He wants to be calm, he will be more rational than anyone.

"I killed all the people who followed me. No matter which aspect of the thing I want to get, it is impossible to trace it any further. All the clues are broken." Putting his legs on the coffee table, he sat on a high-backed chair with soft cushions , which makes him more comfortable.

Feston can ignore the origin of that thing, but he must pay attention to Feng Zhannuo's handling method, "Are you sure you won't be tracked down?

"Maybe, if the lizard or Bob reveals the news, it may also find me. Otherwise, even if someone knows that the ghost did it, they may not be able to find me." There are not many people with real identities.

Except for the U.S. government, facing the screen, Feston thought for a few seconds and opened a certain page. The fast Feng Zhannuo didn’t have time to see clearly. Several passwords were entered. If Jonathan was here, he would be surprised call out.

A long time ago, he was amazed how their leader had a password beyond the authority and could access all files, even the top secret ones. It can be said that there is no secret in the FBI that Felston can't see.

Of course, Al Qaeda Group was involved, as well as Feston's personal factors. Not all the people he knew were high-level officials of the FBI, but all of them were the key. After getting along for a long time, Feng Zhannuo knew Feston The information he has is much more than what he revealed.

"What did you do?" He saw Feston press a few buttons, and a scroll bar appeared on the page.

"Delete all the information about the ghost." The jumping data cast a layer of jumping light on Feston's face, flickering, and Feng Zhannuo stretched out his hand, "Are you crazy? This is a crime, and you will be investigated !"

Not to mention clearing the internal data of the FBI, it is a crime to change it without authorization. He wanted to choose to cancel it, but Feston grabbed his hand, "It's not the first time to change it. If you say that the crime has been committed, I have been doing it for a long time. They are slowly editing files related to you, but it may be too late now, the origin of what Rick gave you is unknown, and I don’t know what caused such a big reaction..."

"I have to do this." He pulled Feng Zhannuo's hand away, and nearly 90% of the data on the screen had been deleted.

"Actually, no one has found out much about you. It is all information collected after I contacted you. Some of them were submitted by me at the beginning, then by Derek in my team, and then by McGay. Rui, it can be said that I started all of this, and of course I should be allowed to delete it."

At that time, Feston did not expect to have today, but now he does not hesitate at all, "I said that I would resign, and let them investigate if the joint investigation needs to be investigated. I don't care anymore."

Crossing his arms, he watched the data on the screen finally jump to 100%, and the deletion was completed. The deletion mentioned here is not only related to "ghost", but also all events related to "ghost". The bureau should be busy for a while.

It has developed to this point, Feng Zhannuo no longer stopped, "Did you really delete them all?"

"It will also include the backup in the server, and I will ask others to do it." Once Feston decides what to do, his actions have always been fast, relaxed, and direct, and he knows the final result.

Feng Zhannuo sighed thoughtfully, and smiled half-truthfully, "It's a terrible thing to be an enemy with someone like you. Should I be lucky that I chose the right one?"

Feston made a natural expression, "Otherwise you will be finished today." He looked at him with a smile, with a slight peachy brow, and the natural look was somewhat uninhibited.

"It's still uncertain who will be the end." Feng Zhannuo thinks that Feston is the same person as him in his bones, he will not do unnecessary things, and only pick on the opponent he likes.

"You were already finished when you met me. You admit it yourself. Don't deny it." Grasping on the subject, and when Fieston was almost cheating, Feng Zhannuo suddenly wanted to laugh, relaxed himself and fell back, "Hey, my leg hurt again last night."

Feston's face suddenly became serious, and he helped him to sit down, "The doctor said that feeling is not a bad thing, it's not that bad, you lie down first."

Through a pair of loose trousers, he rubbed and pinched the muscles on his legs to confirm his feeling, and then called the doctor to come to the door and told him all the symptoms. Medical treatment does not happen overnight, and they need time.

"If you were not here, I think I would be more patient." Feng Zhannuo's words made people frown, but he then explained, "You hope so much for me to recover, and I also hope that I can recover as soon as possible. I don't want you to be my leg, that's too tiring."

Feston looked into his faintly smiling eyes, "Then don't worry, take your time, you still have time before the white ghost comes to the door."

This is also to cope with the crisis that may be faced in the future. Feston seldom locks the door of the ammunition depot now, and those guns can be taken anytime and anywhere.

Feng Zhannuo's nerves are damaged, and his actions are occasionally affected, but his nimble hands and shooting skills are still there. He must prepare for the worst. If he never recovers in his life, how should he deal with everything? possible danger.

Beneath Felston's calmness on the surface, there are also many uncertainties. Losing the autonomy of action to Feng Zhannuo is equivalent to losing the claws of beasts in the forest. Although the sharp teeth are still there, more than half of the power will be lost. This is not a good thing.

While recovering from the treatment, Feng Zhannuo detailed the experience of the trip. He hid the vial Rick gave him in a safe place, and it was an unexpected place. Even Feston, in the I was also surprised when I heard it.

"You actually came up with this idea, it really is you." One afternoon when we were exercising together, Feston wiped his sweat with a towel. , except to go to the branch office, rarely go out.

"Who would have thought that that thing would be hidden in such a place? I don't think anyone would have guessed it even if it was in front of others." While slowly stretching his legs, Feng Zhannuo took Feston's words as a compliment.

"Unless you are someone who is proficient in musical instruments or music, but such a genius is rare, and you have to see it with your own eyes and get it with your own hands to have a chance to discover it." The chances of all this possibility are very rare, Fei Stone handed him a bottle of water approvingly.

"So it's a good idea to choose that musical instrument, but I'm still a little worried. Rick committed suicide, which shows that the importance of this thing is beyond our imagination..." Feng Zhannuo stood up, and he felt better during this time a lot of.

"So you are going to change places." I can guess his decision, because if it was Feston himself, he would do the same. "A musical instrument has the possibility of being moved, no matter how expensive it is."

Because of the conversation that day, Feng Zhannuo decided to transfer the mysterious item, and Feston went out to bring it back in person. Don't worry about making promises to others.

Two days later, when Feston got home with his things, there was no one in the living room, the whole house was empty, and he couldn’t care about anything else. He immediately took out the phone, and the vibrating ring sounded in the corner. It was Feng Zhannuo’s phone .

Feston dropped everything in his hand, turned around and opened the door, Feng Zhannuo was standing at the door with a paper bag in his hand, he was surprised to see his expression as if he was going to eat people, he frowned, "What are you doing?" Scary face, I went out to buy some food, but I didn't expect you to come back, why didn't you say anything before you came back."

He could still laugh. Feston was so gloomy that he faintly revealed that his panicked face froze immediately, and he pulled him into the living room and kicked the door, "Thinking about what you have been doing all this time, I can still feel at ease here Waiting for you?!"

He threw him on the table and ate him like a big meal, without mercy, without reservation.

Feng Zhannuo did not resist, and greeted him excitedly. The paper bag containing the food was overturned on the ground, and French bread, a few onions, tomatoes, butter and milk fell out.

Feston, who hadn't seen him for two days, lost his patience. He bit his skin, left his own marks, and tried his best to possess him. Feng Zhannuo is not the same as Feng Zhannuo a few days ago. His reaction was also fast and enthusiastic, grabbing Fieston's back, engraving a lot of proof of passion.

A hunt for food was going on at the dinner table, and both the protagonists were very involved until the last moment, "You're cool, I haven't." Feng Zhannuo picked it up while Feston was backing away. The milk on the ground, tear open the mouth.