Love Killer

"CIA?!" She raised her red lips in surprise, and Stephanie immediately agreed, "Count me in."

It is also an intelligence organization, and the relationship between the CIA and Hecate is very delicate. For Stephanie, the country's intelligence department has nothing to do with her, but the CIA has shot Hecate more than once, whether it is to take the opportunity to test or intend to absorb. All offended the leader of Hecate.

The opportunity is right in front of us now, and there is no reason not to join. Even if there is any hesitation, it is only a matter of a moment. Compared with Stephanie's competitive spirit, this risk is nothing at all.

"I will pay you, but I have to remind you that the CIA is the CIA after all, and it is against the US government." Anticipating the answer, Feng Zhannuo was not surprised.

"They were against me first, and it's time to repay them." Hearing Stephanie's answer, he slammed on the accelerator.

That night in Chicago, the shooting that didn't seem to have happened, let alone the unreported shooting, and the fact that Feston was being followed, and the mysteriously disappeared body, everything seemed to have never happened. mode of action.

Not authorized to act in the country, all the actions of the CIA are extremely secretive, and of course it is not allowed to be published in the newspapers. If the CIA is really targeting Feston, it means that to the US government, Feston’s reliability has been compromised. Greatly reduced, relatively, his existence is no longer useful, and even completely opposite, has become an obstacle.

He doesn't want to see such things happen, but unfortunately, the facts are often contrary to people's hopes.

In an abandoned garage, the sound of gunfire was blocked by thick walls. Fieston hid behind his car, and the gun in his hand had been replaced with a cartridge.

"Faston Al Qaeda, stand up, you can't escape." The voice from behind the other wall was cold, without emotion, and the tone was no different from that of a professional killer, and he stated indifferently.

"Give me a reason." Now Feston is only faced with a choice, to kill or be killed, what to do, the answer is actually very obvious.

"Ghost." It seems that only one word is needed to explain everything.

"Why don't you add the names of a few CIA agents? I killed your colleagues, which made me a threat to the national interest." I knew what happened, and I knew what would happen next What is it, Feston drew another gun from the back of his waist.

"It seems that you are very aware of what you have done, Feston Al Qaeda." The other party's voice was full of coldness and sarcasm, "You have fallen from an FBI elite to a murderer, and you are responsible for your actions. Those two corpses Burned in prison, but it doesn't mean no one knows about it, you kill a CIA agent, and you want to pretend nothing happened?"

Answering their two shots, and footsteps echoing in the garage, "I remember more than two, your colleagues in Chicago were also killed by me, that should be self-defense, I don't want to trouble you CIA , but if you come to the door, I will accompany you to the end."

For Feston, it doesn't matter whether the opponent is a criminal or a colleague working under the same government. The important thing is that the other party wants his life, and of course he will not let them do so.

CIA agents have been professionally trained and often enter and leave the country. They are not only spies, but also killers when necessary. Such a difficult target.

"Be careful!" He shouted too late, seeing two colleagues fell to the ground after being shot, a CIA angrily shot in the direction of the shot.

Hiding behind a wall, Feston raised his hand and fired a shot. The shot in the heart showed that he had no intention of showing mercy at all, as calm and even cold as he was facing the criminal he was chasing.

"Faston Al Qaeda, do you know what you're doing?!"

"I said, I will stay with you to the end." In the dark garage, Feston's face did not waver at all, but those CIAs who were shaken. They thought that there were enough people, but Feston Al-Qaeda's It's no less tricky than a ghost.

He made a wrong estimate at the beginning, and Feston has always given people the impression of being rational and courageous. He is a successful leader, leading his team members to solve cases. Most of the time, he uses his brains more than his hands, which directly leads to a The impression makes people think that he is a strategist.

But the other page [-] on the personal data has long recorded that this man had participated in the anti-terrorism war, and a person who returned from the battlefield, even a slight miscalculation of him was enough to lead to a complete failure.

What's more, within the FBI, Caesar's marksmanship is as famous as his name.

"You forgot you're the FBI?! Put your guns down, we can give you immunity if you cooperate." Things didn't go right, and one of the CIA immediately offered another option, "Cooperate with us at the CIA and you won't lose your time in the FBI." status, the only thing you need to do is to help us solve the ghost, he is not the same as you."

"You may have made a mistake." Hearing what the other party said, a cold and stern light flashed in Fieston's eyes, "I never cared about my status. I joined the Federal Bureau because of my personal interest. , and as for the ghost—”

"His enemy is my enemy." Bang bang bang bang, a series of gunshots better interpreted Fieston's words. The gunfire reflected in the gray eyes, and there was a burst of fire-like darkness, and he shot. , moved, and seeing the body fall, Fieston walked by indifferently. It's not that he doesn't value human life, he just wants to live more.

Regardless of whether the other party is the CIA and showing mercy, leaving one alive will only bring him more danger. At the same time, he also understands the government's behind-the-scenes operations.

The dark shadow moved quickly, walking between the walls. It was like a game of hide-and-seek, except that those who were found were eliminated by death.

"Faston Al Qaeda! We've already given you a chance! You gave it up yourself, and the crime of deleting classified information alone is enough for you to go to jail for the rest of your life! Do it!" This was an important reason why they attacked him.

After a loud cry on the intercom, the sound of an explosion sounded immediately, and dust, gravel, and flames exploded together.

They led him to the garage, where the bombs had been set up long ago, and the CIA would not use them unless it was absolutely necessary.

Even if Feston is not killed by the bomb, he will be buried by stones. Then things will be easy to handle. Just when the remaining CIAs were about to withdraw from the garage, a group of people suddenly appeared at the door and blocked their way. way to go.

"It's them." A woman pointed at them, and behind her was a fully equipped, unified submachine gun. Just when several CIAs were surprised, another man's voice came from behind them.

"Judy, don't die." The pair of gray eyes on the stone-like face looked at them, and said calmly, "It's best not to ask who they are."

"I don't want to know who it is, this is what Harbino is doing, act!" Ordering his men to shoot, Judy walked up to Felston, "I guess it's because of Ian again this time? Every time you hire Habino is all because of Ian, you are a policeman, you can't kill people with your own hands, but you can solve a lot with our hands."

"I gave you a commission, and every cent is worth it." Not wanting to talk about who is for whom, Fieston smoked a cigarette, "The more you know, the less good it is for you, anyway, you Habino have done everything , not afraid of getting into trouble."

"Let's not talk about this. I heard that you are leaving the FBI. I think it is because of Ian, but I am surprised that I didn't see him by your side this time." It seems that they are together every time they see Feston , Judy's doubts are not without reason.

This action came out of nowhere, and Feston asked her to take someone to track his whereabouts in advance. After waiting for his instructions, Judy did so. She appeared in time, and Feston evaded the explosion in time. It's just dust from the explosion.

He patted his sleeves and answered her question, "He doesn't need to know."

"Is it because I don't need to know, or you don't want me to know? Feston, Feston, you just made me miss such a good show." There was a smile on his face, but that smile was a little scary and cold. The man came from not far away, and no one knew when he arrived.

"Ian." Judy greeted him.

"Long time no see." After waving at her, Feng Zhannuo lost his smile when he turned to Feston, "You knew the CIA would find you, but you didn't tell me, you know how hard it took me to find you. you?"

All kinds of speculations along the way, all kinds of assumptions and worries, how to calculate, settled down, anger rose, he grabbed Feston by the collar and dragged him to the side, "Sometimes you are such a jerk, Feston Al Qaeda!" He gritted his teeth and said with a sneer.

"We're all pretty much the same, and so are you." Throwing the cigarette on the ground, Fieston grabbed his hand, and the tobacco didn't cover the smell of gunpowder between his fingers, "It's not once or twice that you have something to hide from me... ..."

"I don't want to involve you." Feng Zhannuo explained to himself, and Feston squinted at him, "Then why can't I think so? The CIA will find me sooner or later, and after I delete their internal and joint investigation I knew this day would come when I read the internal information of the bureau, not to mention that I killed their people, and I don't want to involve you in it."

"You did that to save me." He was already involved.

"I was the one who did it, that's a fact." With a mocking smile, Feston looked at the door of the abandoned garage. "It's the same this time. I'm the one responsible for these lives, and it has nothing to do with you."

"So you don't mention the CIA. In fact, you have already expected that they are the people under Chicago." Otherwise, it would be impossible to explain Judy's appearance, and Feston had already taken precautions.

"You must have discovered it too, but you didn't mention it. You want to solve the problem behind my back, don't you?" His sharp eyes stared at Feng Zhannuo's face, and Feston's eyes were always unavoidable.

"That's right, it's like you're solving it behind my back." While answering, Feng Zhannuo didn't forget to fight back. He met his gaze and didn't move his eyes, as if neither of them had a position to criticize the other.

"I don't want you to blame yourself, or think it's your responsibility..., Zhannuo..." Fieston suddenly sighed, hugged him, and whispered in his ear, "I don't want to hear you say sorry or I'm sorry."

Feston is fine, this is enough to calm Feng Zhannuo's turbulent mood, looking at Feston's face, he opened his arms and kissed his side face, "Okay, as you wish, I will not treat you Say sorry, but don't expect me to forget everything you've done for me."