Love Killer

Driving on the streets of Washington, neither fast nor slow, the car behind did not notice anything unusual and continued to follow Feston, but if you are familiar with the road here, you should know that Feston did not return exactly the same way.

The direction is the direction to go back, but the route is very different. Looking at the rear from the rearview mirror, Feston took out the phone, and the duty officer of the FBI headquarters received the call, asked for the detailed address at the same time, and dispatched immediately.

"I thought the supermarket was very close." While waiting for backup, Fieston's mobile phone rang, Feng Zhannuo estimated the time, and easily realized what might happen.

"It's not far away. I encountered some trouble on the way." Fieston downplayed the abnormality he noticed, but this did not satisfy the person on the other end of the phone. He could guess that something must have happened without even blinking his eyes.

"I still have the strength to kill a few people before I starve to death, tell me the location." Reaching out his hand and taking out the weapon from under the table, Feng Zhannuo simply asked.

"I want to be alive, not dead. Put away your guns. I've already called someone. I'll be back later. There's a lot of food in the car, including orange peppers you like." He held the steering wheel calmly , Feston answered while observing the rear, even if he didn't see him, he knew what Feng Zhannuo was doing now.

"Then today's salad must be very good, just remember not to smash the food later." Discussing the dishes, Feng Zhannuo raised his legs and continued the topic just now, "Do you have a plan? Do you know who the other party is?"

He was not in a hurry, and his tone was leisurely, perhaps because Feston said that he called for backup. As long as it is not one-to-many, I believe no one has the ability to do anything to Feston, "I don't know the identity yet, The people in the bureau will be here in a few minutes, and I will understand when the time comes." Fieston looked at the time, and Feng Zhannuo had already heard the clues from his words, "Front and back attack? Good idea, let's fight quickly Quick decision, I'll wait for you to have dinner together."

It's very easy to talk to smart people, especially smart people who know everything you think, and Feston hung up the phone with a smile.

The taillights of vehicles driving at night gave off a halo, like a long tail, across the field of vision. Fieston's car had been driving for 10 minutes, and the other party might have sensed something was wrong and suddenly turned the car around.

"Action!" A phone call, Feston gave an order, and the field team had already arrived nearby and intercepted them from the opposite direction. No matter who was in that car, they were all blocked in the middle of the road, with front and back FBI people.

Fortunately, there were not too many people at night, and it did not cause much impact. Only the harsh sound of the sudden braking caused many passers-by to look around.

The black vehicle that was forced to park on the side of the road was surrounded by several pairs of people. Those who tried to follow or monitor Feston may regret it now, and provoked people who should not be provoked, but if they did not fully understand, who would Came to hit Caesar's muzzle unprepared.

The car door opened. To everyone's surprise, there was no one in the car. In the driver's seat where more than a dozen guns were aimed at, there was not even a ghost, let alone a person.

"Sir—" A member of the FBI field team stared at the unmanned vehicle in disbelief, "This is impossible!"

Others also looked at each other one after another, feeling that something was wrong, "It's impossible that there is no one in the car...we saw it from behind..."

It was clear that there was someone in the driver's seat, why did it suddenly disappear? More than a dozen people looked at each other, and finally their eyes fell on Feston, "Sir..."

"Don't look, you can't catch up." Feston looked around the surrounding buildings thoughtfully. There were hundreds of lights on in the towering building, and the car door happened to be facing the entrance of the building.

Taking a last look at the situation inside the car, he pointed to the inside, "Leave a few people to tow this car away, and check all possible clues left behind, fingerprints, hair, fibers, and any details. .”

"Yes, sir." Unmanned driving is of course impossible. They must have escaped into the building. The FBI field personnel came back to their senses, "Is the next step going to search the building?"

"No need, he won't wait for us to search. This office building has more than one exit and has many floors. By the time we went to search, he had already run away and asked everyone to gather the team." Food is included, and there are people waiting for him to have dinner at home.

Finding nothing did not seem to disappoint Caesar. The field staff at the FBI headquarters had heard rumors about him to some extent, but it was still difficult to understand his thoughts at the moment.

"Sir, do you think the other party is coming for you? Do you want to send someone to protect your safety?" According to the rules, you should ask.

The man who had already opened the car door and returned to his car waved his hand, refused indifferently, started the engine, and the car quickly disappeared into the night. The remaining personnel will check all the clues on the car.

"It didn't go well?" Hearing the sound of the door opening, Feng Zhannuo looked back and saw Fieston's deep expression. He was thinking about something, put down the key, and put the food on the table, "It went well, but the result was unexpected."

"How do you say it? What's the source?" Taking out the food one by one, Feng Zhannuo asked casually, but he didn't expect that Feston's answer would be "No one was caught."

"It's so strange, there are people you can't catch?!" It was both interest and accident, Feng Zhannuo's smiling and surprised expression seemed a bit gloating to Feston, he squeezed his smiling face, "You are not one of them."

"Look at where I am now and say this again. If you really can't catch me, then who is standing in front of you?" Pointing to himself, Feng Zhannuo pushed his hand away and embraced Fei. Stun's waist, "Stop joking, to be honest, there are not many people who can escape from you."

"It's not much." Fieston leaned against the edge of the table. He knew that someone wanted to comfort him. His long and narrow eyes flickered slightly under the light. "Although they didn't get caught this time, it doesn't mean they didn't get anything."

"Oh? What harvest?" Still unclear about the cause and effect, Feng Zhannuo picked up the apple rolled on the table and took a bite.

Feston briefly explained the situation, "What you said happened to be the key point. Few people could escape from me. Those who could come up with countermeasures in such a short period of time must have received professional training. .”

The movement of chewing the apple stopped, "Do you think it's my colleague?"

"Not necessarily." Fieston was also hungry, and took the fruit in his hand, "Do you still remember what happened in Chicago, that night..."

That night, the sudden assassination, and the next day it's like nothing happened, as if it was just a dream they had, the bullets, the glass, the grocery bags, the trash cans, everything went back together.

Is there any connection between that incident and what happened tonight, or is it that the White Walkers are at it again?

After Feston finished eating the apple, their conversation and discussion came to an end. Feng Zhannuo had a certain guess in his heart. Looking at Feston, he licked the corner of his mouth. The sweet taste of the apple aroused his appetite, and turned away. Topic, "It's better to eat first and then talk."

"A good idea." Felston turned around to sort out the ingredients, and Feng Zhannuo, who turned his back to him, certainly didn't see the gloomy glint in the bottom of his eyes, what happened tonight, and that day, this way of doing things... …

I hope things are not as he thought, Feng Zhannuo stared at Feston's back, the two suddenly became speechless, they had the same sharp mind and keen intuition, they both noticed the strangeness of each other.

But they still pretended nothing had happened, because no one wanted to spoil the atmosphere at this time. The orange pepper that Feng Zhannuo liked would become a part of the delicious salad, fresh bread was chopped with a knife, potatoes, beef, salmon, they would have a A good dinner.

The atmosphere is romantic enough without candlelight, and there is nothing more satisfying than a good meal after a hearty love affair.

Feng Zhannuo loves orange peppers, and Feston put them in a salad of chicory, potato slices, tomato slices, sprinkled with vinaigrette and olive oil, and served with tuna in a can.

Soon, they all forgot the episode just now, and began to discuss their common hobbies, the use of firearms and some practical fighting skills.

When it comes to rising, Feng Zhannuo will practice it with the knife and fork in his hand, where there is no shadow of a ruthless killer. He smiles so brightly, as if he has never experienced any killing.

Gazing at the dazzling smile under the light, Feston sincerely hoped that such days would not end, but last forever.

Days in Washington were more plentiful than those in Chicago.

Because some people seldom go to work, apart from answering Jonathan's emergency calls at home, they rarely report to the FBI office at other times.

Here is the headquarters of the Federal Bureau of Investigation and the headquarters of the Aedas Group. Logically speaking, Feston will have a lot of entertainment here, but no one from the FBI or the Aedas Group has come to him, including Greg, during the period of protection, rarely contacted Feston.

Perhaps it was because he finally understood that it was impossible to shake the will of a certain killer, let alone change the mind of a certain cousin, and completely gave up his plan.

"Your phone." After picking up Feston's phone, Feng Zhannuo glanced at it and handed him the phone, "It belongs to that old fox."

He whispered in his ear, with a hint of murderous intent in his eyes, if it wasn't because Feston was still in the FBI, he would have found the old guy behind the office chair.

This day was no different from the previous few days, Feston was still at home, and Folkoff called to ask him to go to the headquarters office. Before he officially resigned, Feston still had to take into account the director's request to some extent.

"I'll be back soon. Don't go anywhere at home. This pile of things should be enough for you to pass the time." Putting on his coat, Feston walked to the door. In the corner of his living room, a pile of fitness equipment took up a lot of space. Space.

"What needs to be reminded is that Greg is what you want to protect, not me." Does a killer need to be worried?Feng Zhannuo's attention returned to the dumbbell in front of him, the muscles under the black cotton vest were tense, and fine sweat oozes out.

Feston came back and threw a towel to him, bowed his head and kissed his sweaty hair, "Anyway, be careful."

"I will never forget this." Wiping off his sweat, he stood up and pinched Fieston's buttocks, "Aren't you leaving?"

Forehead against forehead, he rubbed the tip of his nose, "If you don't leave, I won't let you go." The deliberately low voice was very seductive and full of charm, and Feston smiled and kissed him, "Wait for me at home."