Love Killer

Feston raised his face, "Not only for you, but also for my own will." Just wanted to do it.

Judy saw them walking to the corner, as if there was some dispute, but then they hugged and waved to the people under him, "It's none of our business here, we'll leave when we're done."

"Report, it's finished." Someone reported the situation, and Judy closed the team and left with satisfaction. She didn't need to be reminded. She believed that Feston would remit the commission to Harbino's account in a short time.

The scene had been cleaned up long ago, just like the CIA's approach to handling affairs. The abandoned garage was still a garage, only more dilapidated. The traces after the bomb were cleaned up without leaving any suspicious traces, and even the corpse was taken away.

It didn't take long for the place to return to its original scene. There were no people around. The crime rate in the Eastern District was high. Even if ordinary citizens heard something, they would just leave as soon as possible. No one would wonder why there were gunshots here.

As soon as Harbino's people left, Feston and Feng Zhannuo were also about to leave. Feston's car was affected by the explosion and got into Feng Zhannuo's. This was a temporary car bought after arriving in Washington, a black Ford , blending inconspicuously into the traffic flow.

The scenery behind him was reversed, and the abandoned garage was still there, as if nothing had happened.

But some things did happen, "You deleted the information about me and killed the CIA people, they will not let you go." Holding the steering wheel, Feng Zhannuo narrated the facts as if he was talking about the weather. It is better to face what happened than to be upset.

"It's not surprising. Folkoff wants to use the hands of the CIA to deal with my problem. I have his handle in my hand. He can still pay attention to my actions anytime and anywhere in the FBI. Once I leave, he will also It means he will lose monitoring of me." The breath of spring blows away the gunpowder smoke in the car, and Feston sees the bag on the back seat of the car from behind the rearview mirror.

Feng Zhannuo glanced at him, "Fokoff was killed by me." He said lightly, without any trace of remorse in his words.

Feston's eyes moved, why did this happen, there is no need to ask the reason, his eyes gradually became deeper, "If you kill me, the FBI will not let you go."

"Then it looks like we've all gotten into a lot of trouble, what do you think we should do?" Opening the car window to let the spring breeze and sunshine shine more thoroughly, Feng Zhannuo turned on the radio in the car, playing a lyrical tune Melodious in an inappropriate way.

He was humming, the gentle wind messed up his hair, and he didn't seem to care about the consequences of offending two government departments at the same time. Feston put his arms around his shoulders and messed up his hair, "Don't you worry? ?”

"You are not worried, what am I worried about?" He chuckled, pointing to the bag at the back, "Anyway, I am still a killer, you should be the one who has a headache, Agent Al Qaeda."

He seems to be gloating, but only those who observe carefully can detect the different marks from his slightly clenched hands. Feston loosens his tie, "It will not be the case from today on."

With a sudden brake, Feng Zhannuo turned to look at him, "Today?"

"Today, can't it?" Feston smiled, pleased by his big reaction, "Both the CIA and the FBI regard us as thorns in their eyes, so why not start today and let's go on the run together."

This man with a high-spirited smile and sharp eyes is indeed Feston, but is he still the rational Feston? Feng Zhannuo touched his forehead, "Are you crazy?"

"Didn't I go crazy when I met you a long time ago?" Pulling his hand away and kissing it on his lips, Fiston looked into the distance, "Hurry up, we still have to go back to get things, we have to rush Before anyone at the CIA gets word."

Feston's eyes and expression all showed that he was not joking. When he decided something, he always acted very sure and resolute. Feng Zhannuo took a deep look at him, stepped on the accelerator, and the corner of his mouth curled into a twitch. Laughs, "Jonathan will hate me."

"Believe me, he'll be too busy to hate you." The scene turned back, and Feston smiled, revealing a pair of radiant eyes under the black hair blown by the wind, and his sharp-edged face was like golden under the sun bronze statue.

Maybe some people should regret it. All kinds of circumstances forced Feston to leave early. After leaving the FBI, Feston Al-Qaeda is like an eagle unloaded. No one can restrict his flight anymore. track.

"Will someone sue me for kidnapping government officials?" Feng Zhannuo asked with a smile.

"I give you the right to allow abduction." Feston took out the FBI ID from his body and threw it into the back seat together with the gun.

The lyric singer on the radio continued to hum a beautiful melody, a cheerful tune, which made people happy. In the traffic, a black Ford carried two unusual men into the downtown area.

On the morning of this day, all traces of people who lived in the apartment of Feston Al Qaeda in Washington were swept away.

Of course, the people who lived in it disappeared.

It is just a joke to say that they are desperate. They are not escapers, but it is definitely not a good way to choose to face the enemy head-on when there is a huge disparity in strength.

Since the other party wants to break them apart, of course they have to reciprocate.

Also on this day, the body of director Folkoff was found in the office of the FBI headquarters, causing a sensation immediately. There are various speculations about who the murderer was and what the reason was.

The reason why there is a lot of talk is that everyone has received a list in their computer mailboxes. This list fully proves the fact that Tanbul, who was once the deputy director, resold weapons. What is surprising is that Director Folkoff is also involved.

In this way, the death of Tambor and now Fokkov is no longer simple. He was suspected of insider operations and arms reselling. Once this matter is known to the outside world, this huge scandal will be published in the newspapers immediately, and the face and dignity of the FBI will be wiped out. no deposit.

However, the death of the director of the bureau, Folkoff, cannot always be concealed, especially as the director of the bureau personally appointed by the president, the death of the director of the bureau finally alarmed the higher-ups, and a figure named Frich soon took over the federal The post of Director of the Bureau of Investigation.

It can be seen that even if Folkoff is alive, he will not be able to stay in this position for a long time. The current director Friech is very familiar with the internal affairs of the Federal Bureau, and one has to wonder whether he has been told that he will take over. A mess.

The well-known Caesar in the Bureau should have been reused immediately to investigate the case, but Feston submitted a resignation letter by postman at this time, and his credentials and guns were found in the office of the ST team.

"The boss is really gone..." When Jonathan found these two things on the desk, he didn't know whether to be happy or sad.

"Aren't you coming back again?" Hans picked up the ID, and the golden initials on it were extremely dazzling in the sun.

"I don't know, but I guess, yes." Compared with the ST group, the boss still wanted something else, and Jonathan found himself a little envious, "The boss has found the most important person to him gone."

"One day you will find it too." For some reason, Hans said this suddenly, and Jonathan was just about to ask.

"Do you sometimes observe me secretly, do you think I didn't notice? I'm a policeman like you." Hans looked at him strangely and walked away. Jonathan didn't have time to speak at all, but his heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

The others didn't pay attention to their conversation, they gathered around the office that Feston had used, it was a temporary office, it was always in chaos, because there was a lot of information to be analyzed and sorted out to determine whether it was useful to protect Greg and prevent the white ghost from plotting , but I don't know when it was tidied up, and the table became very clean.

"Boss won't come back, he's already prepared to leave." Unlike Jonathan and Hans who had guessed the ending earlier, the others had only heard the rumors, and they didn't expect that Feston would leave so suddenly.

The boss is gone, what will happen to them, what will happen to the ST team, just like Jonathan at the beginning, they have questions to be answered, but now no one will come to the ST team, everyone is accused of Director Folkoff The murder case is busy.

Knowing that Feston Al Qaeda has officially resigned, some regret, some have doubts, and some express appreciation, "Feston will resign sooner or later. God, fully demonstrated his attitude that he does not want to participate in the investigation of this case."

"Coupled with his relationship with a certain character, and the relationship between that character and this case, I think he is a smart man." Detective McGarry, who also received the news, commented after the incident.

Because of Feston's resignation, McGarry became the right person to solve the case. In fact, the answer was already in his heart, and many people knew it well, but how to catch that ghost and how to find evidence to prove it was He did it, which is undoubtedly the biggest problem.

In this case, the ST team was excluded, and Jonathan was thankful for it. "At least we don't have to become enemies with the boss. Anyway, we still have things to do."

Hans raised his head from the file, "Even for McGarry, it is not easy to catch the ghost. You must know that the man was once considered non-existent. There are countless cases related to him, and the only one who can catch the ghost His people..."

"Already gone." Roper raised his glasses and said seriously, "He was still abducted."

Looking out the window together for more than ten years, "He doesn't even care about Greg?" Clyde suddenly remembered, "Greg should be his cousin, right? He doesn't care about his cousin's life or death. ?”

"I think it's not that the boss doesn't care about it, but leave it to us." Hans leaned against the back of the chair, turning the pen in his hand habitually. Jonathan looked over at him when he heard the words, and the pen fell to the ground with a click. Hans lowered his head and took a sip of coffee, "I think so."

"I agree." Jonathan looked at him and smiled.

Everyone agreed, but the agreement was useless. The desk was still empty, and there was no trace of Feston Kaida. They still had the same question, where is the boss now?

The people in the CIA also wanted to know the answer to this question very much. It was undoubtedly a major failure to let two people escape under their noses and lose a large number of agents.