Love Killer

The door closed, Feston went out, and Feng Zhannuo continued his physical exercise.

Feston is used to jogging in the morning, but he prefers to exercise indoors. The gunshot wound on his arm was treated in a timely manner and he is recovering well. With his physical fitness, this injury no longer hinders him.

The White Ghost is still waiting in the dark for an opportunity to attack, but the strange thing is that they don't think much of it, what will come will always come, if it is true what the Lizard said, the White Ghost will make a move in person next time, then those who are waiting for him will be It's bullets and gunfire.

After exercising, Feng Zhannuo lay on his back on the floor, wiped his sweat, a strange feeling suddenly came up, for no reason, he suddenly felt irritable.

This feeling is like someone pointing a gun at him in the back, and also like accidentally stepping on a time bomb, and there is a possibility of being smashed to pieces anytime, anywhere.

He had this feeling before, that time he almost failed to wake up after being injured, the killer's intuition for danger is always particularly keen, and countless times of practice have also trained this intuition.

He turned over and sat up, the phone rang at the same time, he picked up the phone, Jonathan said so fast that he didn't have time to speak, "Is the boss next to you? His phone is off, I can't find him !"

"He's out, Folkoff wants to see him." The ominous premonition became stronger, Feng Zhannuo's fingers tightened, and Jonathan yelled, "God! Get the boss back quickly! This is a trap! I just got it News, Folkoff and . . . "

Beep, beep, there was a buzz in the receiver, the phone on Jonathan's end was cut off, and he hadn't finished speaking.

Feston!Feng Zhannuo hung up the phone, grabbed his jacket, took out a bag, and stuffed all the guns and ammunition he could find into it. There was no longer a smile on his face, only a gloomy chill.

How could he think that this kind of life could continue, it was so naive!Reaper's sneer reappeared at the corner of his mouth, and the apartment door slammed shut.

A black figure appeared in the sun immediately. He was so handsome and handsome, like a nobleman who was always pampered, as if absorbing all the light around him, but people passing by him felt a chill down their backs.

Must be fast!Knowing what was most likely to happen, he threw his bag on the back seat, Feng Zhannuo started the engine, stepped on the accelerator, and the car sped away like a fired bullet.

At the FBI headquarters, Director Folkoff, who was sitting in his office, suddenly felt a chill in his back. Looking around, he ignored this feeling and held the microphone in another hand, "I have done what you said , This matter has nothing to do with me in the future, and it has nothing to do with the FBI, remember, no matter what the final result is, don't come to me."

"Fokoff, don't say it has nothing to do with you. He is your subordinate. You didn't manage your people well. This is your problem! This man, Feston Al Qaeda, killed me right under your nose The subordinates also destroyed the evidence, and the two agents..."

Folkoff interrupted the opponent's roar, mockingly, "There are more than two, as far as I know you sent a team, how are they?"

"Are you gloating?! Listen! The ghost must be eliminated! He knows too many things, as well as your subordinate Feston Kaida." The tone on the other end changed, and he suddenly relaxed, "From my Judging from the news we got, he also gave you a lot of trouble."

Folkoff's face froze, and he didn't answer, the person on the other end laughed, "That man should have something to do with you, as far as I know, the director of the FBI who is being manipulated by his subordinates, Folkoff, you It’s really getting better and better.”

Folkoff's stiff face suddenly turned blue, and he sneered a few times, "Is this how the CIA collects intelligence? Don't get too excited. Deutsch, tell me, this is the only chance, and I'm only responsible for He called out, the rest has nothing to do with the Federal Bureau! Your agents may not be able to deal with him, no matter how many people die, don't come to me."

"Fokoff, don't get me wrong! He is colluding with international killers, and only you are afraid that the evidence in his hands will turn a blind eye to his actions! Feston Al Qaeda is your trouble, and the ghost knows too much inside information , is a threat to national security, I will solve the problem of these two people together, this is our mutual cooperation, the CIA will do it for you, you should be grateful."

"If I want to thank you, let your men come back alive first, don't forget that your men have already failed." Fukov's counterattack hit the opponent's sore spot.

There was a long silence at the other end of the arc, "This time there will be no more failures, and we will defeat them all."

"I hope so." Both parties hung up the phone together.

In the office, the surrounding sun was bright, and after Fukoff hung up the phone, he was still not relieved. The CIA and the FBI sometimes compete with each other, but usually as long as they cooperate, they are usually their targets. I can't take it down yet.

But this time, he wasn't so sure.

Folkoff paced back and forth in the office.

If it weren't for Feston Kaida being too difficult to control, the matter would not have developed to this point. It would be better for the CIA people to solve them smoothly, which would be good for both of them. The evidence in Tatsu's hand will not pose a threat to his status...

As for the Al-Qaeda Group, if something happens to the former heir, I believe Christopher Al-Qaeda will not let it go. After all, Feston is his son, but the CIA has been involved in this matter from the beginning to the end, and the FBI will not have anything to do with it. any relationship.

In this way, he has nothing to lose here.

Folkoff stopped in the middle of the office. The surrounding transparent glass windows reflected the strong sunlight outside. He tapped on the table and thought about the matter. He thought this was indeed the best solution so far. The plan goes smoothly.

Pa, a scorching air suddenly brushed past his ears, a few drops of blood dripped from the desk, and Folkoff froze, because he found that the blood was flowing from his own face, in front of his eyes, on the bulletproof glass of the French window There is a cracked bullet hole.

Cold sweat broke out from his forehead and hair. He was just about to turn over and hide under the desk when another bullet grazed his head, this time it was his ear, which seemed to be a warning.

"Who is it?!" Nerves were throbbing. If anyone came in at this time, they would find that half of Fukov's face was covered with blood, and his pale face was facing out of the window full of fear.

The phone rang, an internal call was made, and Fukoff tentatively moved his hand, but the other party didn't intend to stop him, so he picked up the phone, "Who is it?!"

"Director Folkoff, I don't have much patience, so I just asked, where is Feston?" The voice on the phone, Folkoff, hadn't heard it before, but he immediately guessed the other party's identity, "Ghost!!"

"It's me, I'll give you three seconds to tell me where Feston is." Feng Zhannuo replied concisely, not wanting to talk nonsense, and Folkov heard the threat of death from his words.

"Unfortunately, I don't know. Isn't Feston on vacation at home? Why did you come to me?" Wanting to get rid of the whole matter, Fukov's answer was testing how much he knew, and Feng Zhannuo quickly acted Tell him that the three seconds he said just now was not a joke.

Folkoff screamed and took a few steps back, the back of his hand was shot by a bullet, bleeding profusely, the microphone fell on the table, he made a movement as if to pick it up, just about to bend down, the voice in the microphone warned him, " Don't play tricks with me, I said I have no patience, even if you hide behind the table, I can still kill you."

Folkoff noticed the killing intent revealed under the plain words, "I really don't know."

"Why do I think this answer is not credible?" Manipulating human life, the voice is very brisk, "First the hands, then the shoulders, and finally the legs, by the way, and the internal organs, you know, I can keep you alive, But you will feel more painful than death, do you want to try?"

As if recommending that a certain main dish tastes good in a restaurant, and asking others if they want some, Fukoff is tortured by pain and fear, speechless.It wasn't the first time he had dealt with a ghost. That time Feston warned him that this ghost was beyond his imagination.

Across a building, Feng Zhannuo observed the expressions on Fukoff's face through the scope, nervousness, fear, anxiety, anger, and hesitation. When facing death and unknown torment, people always reveal their weaknesses .

Normally, he would appreciate the expression of a person at the moment before death, there is no pretense anymore, it is the most authentic portrayal, but now he is not in this mood, "count to three, tell me where he is, my patience is running out .”

Assessing whether the killer had the guts to do so, Folkoff finally found that the ghost was likely to do so. Although the opposite wall was equipped with bulletproof glass, it was of no use to a professional killer who could flexibly use a sniper rifle.

Those few bullet holes on the cracked glass wall are already the best proof.

"I really don't know his exact location. He has never thought of it. Maybe he encountered some trouble on the way here. I think it's the CIA. It has nothing to do with me. I have to say that you have found the wrong person." Although Keeping calm, Fukov did not forget to explain, but this did not have any effect on Feng Zhannuo.

"Wrong person? But I remember that it was you who wanted to see him."

"He is my subordinate, it's normal for me to see him." Folkoff's eyes flickered.

In any case, this matter has nothing to do with Fukoff. Knowing the inside story, Feng Zhannuo has dozens of reasons to believe that Fukoff is also involved in this matter. He smiled into the microphone, "Very good, Thank you, and goodbye."

He moved his fingers and watched the bullet hit the center of his eyebrows through the scope. FBI Director Folkoff fell to the ground covered in blood.

Folkoff didn't expect that he would die like this. He had just heard the words of thank you and was about to breathe a sigh of relief when everything around him bid him farewell. There is no chance to take it, let alone counterattack.

Fukov died, Feng Zhannuo put away his gun, he knew what he was doing, Fukov's death was not a trivial matter, caution is necessary.

Put the sniper rifle in the long suitcase and put a time bomb in it. After 1 minute of his departure, the bomb blew up the weapon and the evidence to pieces.

Walking down the building, he called again, "Stephanie, I want to borrow someone from you!" This time his tone was no longer as steady as before.

He has been restraining himself to calm himself down, "The location is Washington, let your people find Feston as soon as possible!"

"Who is the opponent? Who did you mess with?" Stephanie reminded him, "My Hecate is collecting intelligence, not your thug."

"This time the opponent is the CIA." Feng Zhannuo smiled coldly, half-closed his eyes facing the sun, "Are you interested?"