Love Killer

It's a trap!The killer who pretended to be a bodyguard did not act earlier, and waited until now to lure them into a trap.

When I realized this, the bang bang gunshots had already sounded in the museum, the screams of the crowd, the shattering of glass, and the sound of sirens in the museum, intertwined into a chaotic movement, and this was the beginning.

There are quite a few killers disguised as tourists. Their targets are not only Feng Zhannuo and Feston. Due to the chaos at the scene, they also have to take into account the safety of ordinary people, and the police's arrest operation is affected.

Everything happened very quickly, and at the same time Feston asked Feng Zhannuo to take Greg out, gunshots rang out, bullets flew, and more than a dozen people surrounded a group of people who were listening to the commentator outside the metal barrier. Surrounded by college students, they were unfortunately used as human shields.

"Don't move anyone!" The killer who was being chased by them walked out of the crowd. With the hostages, he didn't care about the other escaped people. Cade pointed his gun at the group of students.

I didn't expect to encounter this kind of thing when I visited the museum. Most of the students hadn't reacted yet. They were both surprised and frightened. At the request of the unknown person, they squatted on the ground with their heads in their hands.

Other tourists were busy fleeing for their lives, but the atmosphere in one corner of the exhibition hall was tense and suffocating.

Clyde was unlucky, and was shot in the shoulder during the previous chaos. Seeing that his men were injured, Feston made a quick decision and took advantage of the chaos to order in a low voice, "Evacuate the people as soon as possible, Hans take Clyde out !"

"I told no one to move!" The killer yelled loudly, "Including you, don't move a single one!"

Taking off the sunglasses, revealing a pair of triangular eyes, he looked extremely ferocious. After hearing his yell, Hans could only stop, "Boss?" He asked what to do.A smart person should know how to do it. "Fiston remained calm, and asked his subordinate Roper to hold Clyde's wound. Roper was a forensic scientist. Although most of the people he dealt with in the past were corpses, it would not be difficult for him to deal with Clyde's injury urgently." It's difficult.

"Smart people should know who has the upper hand now. Your people have surrounded the outside, but what can you do inside?" Greg's bodyguard sneered contemptuously, "Faston Al-Qaeda, Ian Noye, And you...Greg Al Qaeda, none of the three of you can go out today!"

From the beginning of the chaos just now, Feng Zhannuo didn't have time to take Greg away, and hid behind the corner wall. Hearing this sentence, a thought flashed in his mind. Isn't this plan to lead them into the trap only for Greg, but Also including him and Feston?

With such a huge crowd, they spared no expense in manpower and material resources to pretend to be tourists, and to create disturbances in broad daylight. It seems that the white ghosts want to make a big deal...

This is not the time to laugh, Greg saw the viciousness at the corner of someone's mouth, and the murderous intent revealed with the cold smile made him shudder, but he remained calm, "What do you think will happen to Feston?" What to do? There are many people on the other side, and there are hostages."

"To maximize the safety of the hostages, maybe he will use negotiation first, but if not..." Rubbing the gun in his hand, Feng Zhannuo lowered his gaze, "He will directly give those people what they want in exchange for the hostages Safety."

What those people want... Greg nodded slowly, suddenly felt something was wrong, and suddenly came back to his senses, "Isn't what the other party wants our lives?!"

"That's right." Replying with a smile, Feng Zhannuo looked back from the bullet, "Give the other party what they want in exchange for the safety of the hostages. This is the best choice for Feston. According to his thinking, he should do this." Bar."

He rubbed his chin to think, but what he said was very certain, Greg's expression became serious, "If Fiston did this, you wouldn't blame him?"

"Why blame him?" He asked funnyly, a certain killer didn't seem to think there was anything wrong with it, "This is the most appropriate method, and it can also reduce casualties. All the hostages were evacuated, and the ST team members were also evacuated. Surrounded by the police, but it is not a problem for those people, what they want most is to complete the task and get rid of the three of us, since it is possible, why not?" Z Suanaoqiao Paohuan Jiaogui stayed inside Fewer people are better for us, at least we won't accidentally hurt our own people in action. Regretting not taking the rifle off the car, Feng Zhannuo rubbed the handle of the gun in his hand, "It increases the risk factor for the few of us, but it can reduce other possible losses. If I were Feston, I would will do so. "

Listening to his calm analysis, the voice was flat and not much ups and downs. It was still pleasant, but it made people feel cold in their bones. "This is suicide. The three of us will deal with more than a dozen of them?"

"It's not the three of us, it's Me and Feston." The killer raised his gun behind the wall.

On the other side, Feston really negotiated with the other party, first probing, and then making a condition, "To kill us, yes, let the others withdraw first, and the three of us stay."

"You think I'm a fool, I have good hostages, and I can compete with you in skill and speed?!" A vicious sneer flashed across the oyster-like triangle eyes, and he sighed regretfully, "These students have just entered college, right? They still have great youth, but it's a pity that their lives are about to die here..."

"What do you want, tell me!" Seeing that his companion was injured, Hans was still supporting Clyde, and Roper was covering his wound. Jonathan knew that time was running out.

"Everyone evacuates, the two Al Qaedas and the ghosts stay, add one more, and put down the gun in his hand." That man is not an idiot, he knows what level of people he is dealing with, and before leaving, he specially studied.

"Hmph, the most troublesome one to encounter." Sensing the opponent's tricks, Feng Zhannuo let out a snort.

Killers are also divided into different categories. Some are straightforward, come to the door, shoot, confirm the target is dead, close the gun, and act alone. This type of person is very clean and straightforward, and it is difficult for the police to find clues.

And the other type is not so elusive, but their tactics are very difficult to deal with. They don't hesitate to pay any price, as long as they can kill people.

Most of these people kill for money. In the business of killers, they belong to the group that are looked down upon by their peers. They have no bottom line, no principles, little credibility, and no dignity as a killer. If a lizard is A, A-level killers, then this group of people is C-level, the lethality is not enough to compare with A-level and level, but the degree of difficulty has risen linearly.

Feston obviously felt it too, but he couldn't find anything from his calm face, "I promise, let him go now."

The other party didn't expect him to agree so readily, he was taken aback for a moment, and then nodded in satisfaction, "You three put down the gun first.

"Put down the gun now, how can you be sure that you will release the hostages? Don't talk nonsense, let them go, or do you prefer my bullets?"

Among the crowd behind, Feng Zhannuo held his gun calmly, and his voice came out.

"You must know that none of the hostages in your hands has anything to do with me. In other words, I don't care about their life or death." This is a fact, and as killers, they all know it is a fact.

Ghost Killer, the legendary spokesperson of Death, no one can underestimate his existence, and there is also a policeman who is also a tricky character, the FBI known as Caesar. Facing these two people, everyone knows to be careful, but now they have the advantage. Are you still afraid of the two of them?

The leader with triangular eyes thought for a while, shook the gun in his hand, pointed outside, "Let the other policemen go out first."

"Boss?!" Mao Bo, the sorrel jacket, the wash, the pen, the pen, the mallet, and the wall, and they left, so what should the boss do?

"Evacuate everyone, this is an order." Pointing to Clyde, Feston's tone was always steady, "Send him to a nearby hospital as soon as possible, it may hurt an artery."

"Boss! There are only three of you, and you don't have any weapons yet, so why not..." Only waiting to die? !

"Evacuate!" In the chaotic afternoon, Feston's voice seemed to contain a ray of anger from the sun, "This is an order!"

The air was filled with the smell of gunpowder, and Feston's inverted face was like marble. His hard outline reflected the light cast from outside, and his slightly inverted eagle eyes flashed with a cold light. It was difficult for others to dissuade him from making decisions, let alone the ghost Yi Endu didn't speak up, did he decide to do the same?

They had no choice but to see Feng Zhannuo's reaction.

"Yes." He could only retreat back. Jonathan and Hans stood on both sides, respectively supporting Clyde who was in a coma from bleeding, and Roper was still pressing desperately on his bleeding wound.

The Washington police knew that there were hostages in the hands of the other party, so they didn't dare to take too many risks. If the safety of the people was ignored, and the newspapers didn't know what to write, the police officer who led the team saw that the team had withdrawn, and followed suit, preparing to continue on the periphery. Surrounds the museum.

The crowd went out one after another. At this moment, Fieston glanced back slightly. This movement was very subtle, but it did not escape the eyes of the triangular eyes. Just as he was about to question, a black shadow suddenly rushed forward.

The gun rang, and the bullet hit the man with triangular eyes between the eyebrows, and a small cloud of blood sprayed down like rain. Feng Zhannuo succeeded in one blow without pausing. After handing over the weapons pointed around the students, a row of magazines fell to the ground one by one.

The stunned students screamed loudly, and Feston yelled at them, "Go!"

The killers around the students were not his opponents after all, and the cracking sound of bones breaking was extremely ear-piercing. All this actually happened in just a few seconds. The killer who intended to shoot failed to shoot the hostages. Smash the muzzle up and hit the chandelier.

Under the shadow of the swaying lights, the students ran out of the gate as if fleeing for their lives, and blood rained down in the hall of the museum one after another.

Now there are only Feng Zhannuo, Felston, and Greg who is standing in the corner trying not to become a burden.