Love Killer

"How is his condition? I wonder if it will affect the future." In the ambulance, the sullen Felston asked the emergency personnel seriously.

Busy with their hands, there was no time to answer. The emergency personnel just raised their eyes and wanted to say something. Seeing Feston's expression, they swallowed what they wanted to say, "... Judging from the condition of the wound, his luck is not bad. I think it's okay, it won't have any effect."

"It's best like this." Feston didn't move his eyes while staring at the bleeding spots and wounds, and the ambulance staff suddenly felt very stressed.

A few people surrounded the wounded who had just been sent up for first aid treatment. They didn't know what the situation was. Compared with this "patient's family", the injured seemed as if nothing had happened, "You don't need to go down and see The situation? That scene needs a lot of people to help clean it up."

A grim smile flashed by. Seeing the emergency personnel cleaning the wound and preparing to take out the bullet, Feng Zhannuo glanced out the window. There were not a few people coming in and out at the entrance of the museum, and the order at the scene was still very chaotic. over there.

"I'll stay here with you and watch them take the bullet out of your hand. I won't go anywhere unless I see that you're fine." Felston rejected his suggestion with a cold face, and Feston sat in the ambulance. , that gesture made it clear that he would not leave.

Hearing the conversation, the ambulance staff groaned in their hearts. Being stared at like this, they became cautious even when picking up the scalpel. It was really because of the strong sense of oppression on Feston. Maybe it was also because of the relationship between killing someone just now. In the small space of the Jimei car, there was a different kind of air pressure surrounding them.

No more to say, they just want to take out the bullet as soon as possible, and receive the next wounded patient after suturing. There is not enough manpower here, so they really can't afford to delay.

In fact, because there are many people in the museum, people often lose their minds when fleeing for their lives, and there are many stampede incidents. Although no hostages were shot or ordinary tourists were injured in the hijacking, but because Accidents caused by stampedes still caused injuries.

The media reported on the surrounding area. Several medical ambulances were parked at the door. Those with serious injuries would be sent to a nearby hospital immediately. The medical team was a bit overwhelmed, but of course Feng Zhannuo's gunshot wound would be dealt with first. .

Greg also experienced a panic escape just now, and was under strict protection. Now no one pays attention to him. He stands alone outside the emergency vehicle, watching the bullet being taken out just like Feston.

"Thank God, your hand was just a little bit useless! You almost hurt your nerve!" A small incision was made on Feng Zhannuo's arm, and the bullet was successfully removed. The bullets were thrown into the bag.

"Yes, thank God." Insisting that no anesthesia was needed, Feng Zhannuo kept holding Fieston's hand, and at this moment he slowly relaxed, repeating casually and indifferently.

What should be thanked is God?Or should it be attributed to a certain person's well-trained marketing, such a coincidence is definitely not God's will plus... Feston looked at Feng Zhannuo meaningfully, and wiped the sweat from his forehead, "I want to thank you Not God."

The emergency personnel remained silent in disapproval of his words. No one else might have understood this sentence. Only Feng Zhannuo knew what Feston meant. He raised his uninjured hand, grabbed Feston and kissed the back of Feston's hand.

Who is to say no, praying to God at the critical moment is useless, only experience and momentary judgment can play a role.

Greg saw that the stitching was completed and approached them, "I will pay the final payment within three days, thank you for this matter, Ian." "Thank you too, you are also a competent client." From Feng Zhan Nothing unusual could be heard in Nuo's tone, but the way he looked at Greg was very subtle. Feston's observation skills were amazing, so of course he would not miss this subtlety.

"What's going on?" He helped Feng Zhannuo get out of the car. Feng Zhannuo's arm was still wrapped with gauze, which was dazzling white in the twilight. He put his coat on Feng Zhannuo's shoulders. As for Feng Zhannuo Nuo Zi's coat had already been stained badly by blood.

"What's going on?" Greg looked at them blankly.

Feston caught him in front of him, his frown and gloomy expression fully explained his current mood, "I don't have the patience to make detours with you, what happened when I wasn't around? Greg, you'd better be honest Tell me." "Really not, what can there be?" Shocked by Feston's keen observation, Greg pulled back the tie in Feston's hand, but Feng Zhannuo spoke at this moment, "Your tao ㄗ is hard. He wanted to recruit me, and when I said he was not qualified enough, he tried to seduce and seduce..."

Folding his arms and considering whether the word "sex, seduction" is appropriate, someone seemed to be completely unaware of where the meaning of this sentence was pointing, and smiled and scratched the hair on his forehead. Greg was just about to explain to himself when the scene in front of him Suddenly, his face became hot, and it turned out to be Feiston's fist.

He got up from the ground, and Feston grabbed him by the collar, "I'll just pretend it never happened, Greg, remember the warning I gave you at the beginning, that sentence is also applicable now- You can't afford to mess with this person." Glancing at Feng Zhannuo, Felston turned back to Greg, "So you'd better stay away, it's for your own good." "You are the one who is jealous, cousin Afraid of being punched again, Greg took a few steps back, "Besides, I'm just asking, you know I'm not interested in men, I'm just envious of having such a person who can help you, if our group There is also this..."

"Don't go on." Feston interrupted him mercilessly, "That's impossible, I won't let him be your tool.

"That's your home, Feston, Al-Qaeda Group is also yours, even if you give up all the equity, there is no way to change the fact that you are a member of Al-Qaeda Group, although you give up the right to inherit, but you can't Don't even want my family, otherwise you wouldn't let Ian protect me."

Greg was right, Feston may have been a little unreasonable in dealing with business affairs, and he may not have been warm enough to his family, but he never gave up the surname of Al Qaeda.

Feng Zhannuo didn't want to meddle in their family affairs, so he watched from the sidelines without interrupting. Felston was silent for a while, looking at Greg, "I won't interfere with his decision, if you really want to recruit him, unless he agrees , but he won’t kill casually in the future, don’t think about using him as a murder tool, and I won’t allow the Al-Qaeda Group to go that far.”

Greg pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, "There are a lot of shady methods in the mall, and the completely legitimate businessmen have long since been eaten. I can't guarantee it, Cousin Feston, I want to know what you will do if one day our group does something that makes you unhappy?"

"If there is a day, I will not expose you, but if it comes to the point of being charged and there is a place where I need to testify, I will go." This is what Feston did.

"You are really cold-blooded and inhuman when you treat things other than Ian." Greg complained that there is a bottom line for Feston to protect his family. Above the bottom line, he can pretend that nothing happened. Everything is fine, and once the bottom line is exceeded, he may also deny his relatives.

"This is to tell you that there is a limit to everything. Don't think that power and money are everything. Don't forget that Al Qaeda is not the only multinational group." Rarely, Feston taught him a few more words, and Greg only Can pretend to listen to the instruction, nodding slightly.

After Feston finished speaking, Greg thought the matter was over, and was about to say goodbye to them, when Feng Zhannuo suddenly said lightly, "It actually takes a lot of time to practice skills to that level. Greg stopped, turned around slowly, and smiled first, "Hey, Ian, did you see that?"

"I saw it." Leaning on Feston's shoulder, Feng Zhannuo still folded his arms, lazily, a cold light flashed across his smiling eyes, "You can deal with killers by yourself, two or three are no problem. , do you have anything to say, Greg."

Feston looked indifferent, Greg looked at him, then looked at Feng Zhannuo, "Actually, it's not a secret, Feston joined the army that year, and I heard that he participated in several anti-terrorist wars. I know, he won't say it, but later we received a notice from his superiors saying that he died in the battle..."

"Why didn't I know about this?" Feng Zhannuo was the first time he had heard about Feston's joining the army.

"It's because of the principle of confidentiality. No one knows the specific process. Later, because the heir died, I became a backup candidate. Of course, you already know that the heir of the group has to learn a lot. You compare." Greg explained.

"Later Feston came back again. We couldn't believe it. It was said that the dead people were still alive. It was a mess at that time." From Greg's words, one can imagine the chaotic situation at that time, and the heir was dying. On the battlefield, the backup candidates are ready to take the position, but the dead appear alive in front of them.

"Anyway, that's how it is. I just don't want to embarrass myself in front of you." Greg nodded at them, "Then I'll go first, the company still has things to deal with." Greg left, Feng Zhannuo was still thinking What he said, "What is the resurrection from the dead? I haven't heard you mention it." Resurrection." Felston ruffled his hair.

Feng Zhannuo's hair is very soft, soft like animal hair, light coffee color, with a few golden red lights in the western sun, in a corner outside the busy museum, Feston is about to kiss this golden A red light flashed a figure in the field of vision.

"I saw a lizard."

"Where is he? How dare he show up?"

Feston held Feng Zhannuo down, "You still need a blood transfusion, don't leave here, I'll be back soon."