Love Killer

"Bob?" Feston was not the only threat, Feng Zhannuo let him go slowly, smiled, and looked at him with the eyes he used when killing people, seeking answers.

That seemingly casual look was actually a warning look, and another man cast an eagle-like look. Bob opened the flagon and took a sip.

"I said I don't know. I don't know what he meant. What are you guys doing? I rushed here from Chicago to help, but it was only because I didn't show up when necessary. Are you going to blame me now?"

They have reasons to blame him, but Bob can also choose not to help them, not to appear here, but Feng Zhannuo also clearly felt that Bob's reaction after Feston raised a question was indeed a bit unusual.

"Don't make any jokes at this time. If you have something to say, you'd better say it, Bob, we are old friends." The smiling eyes are not only cold but also alert, Feng Zhannuo will give up the identity of the killer, but his killer Instinct is not lost.

Besides Feston, Bob is also the one who knows this best. A top-notch killer can't hold a grain of sand in his eyes, and there is nothing suspicious about it, as long as the matter is related to himself.

"...I don't know what you're talking about, kid. If you want to blame me, you can blame me." However, Bob finally said so, the fire was still burning, and he saw the fire, his eyes reddened by alcohol tightly Looking at the fire that was devouring the garden, his expression was complicated.

There must be something, something important, but he has not yet known, "You came to help me, so why did you leave just now? It happened to be the time when the white ghost met you, Bob, don't you think Is this too coincidental?" Feng Zhannuo is in a bad mood now, which makes his tone stiff.

"I've dealt with those guys in the woods. I'm old and I have to catch my breath." Old Bob turned around, as if he didn't intend to stay any longer, "Aren't you leaving, the police will be here soon , No one can help you this time, as far as I know, Feston has resigned from the FBI, I have you, Ian."

He was deliberately changing the topic, and Feston followed him unhurriedly, "You can escape for a while, but you can't escape forever, Bob, you have something to hide from him, I want to know what it is, no matter what it is, Someday he will know."

Bob stopped suddenly and turned around, "You really want me to tell?"

He looked at Fieston with strange eyes, as if Fieston was also an important part of it, Feng Zhannuo's eyes turned, "You and the white ghost have known each other, I'm not sure what made you want to avoid him , What will happen when he meets you, Bob? What will he say when he meets you, what are you worried about?"

The gradually soft voice hinted at the danger below. How could Bob not be aware of his unhappiness, "Noy, don't ask."

Bob looked at him imploringly, "Don't ask, kid, don't ask."

He had never called him that, never, Feng Zhannuo had never even seen Bob's expression of pain, remorse, fear, concern, anxiety, as if all kinds of emotions suddenly filled him.

"If you want me to live, don't ask." He actually said that.

Neither Feston nor Feng Zhannuo expected that Bob would say this. If his reaction was not so strong, they might not want to get an answer right away, but if they don't ask now...

Bang, the gunshot sounded without warning, Bob looked at the lizard with wide eyes, the lizard was not the person involved, he had been standing by the side indifferently, and now, it was he who shot Bob.

"This is the best way not to say anything." The lizard was hit, and immediately retreated, but someone's bullet was faster than him, and Feston hit the lizard before Feng Zhannuo could react.

"Bob!" At the same moment that Bob fell down, Feng Zhannuo pounced on him, pressing hard on the bloody hole on his body, "Damn it, what the hell is going on with you! What are you going to tell me? Why are you avoiding me?" White ghost?! Is there anything else I don't know?!"

"Ghosts also have this time..." Old Bob took a few breaths, the skin on his pale face was slack, blood was spattered in the wrinkles, and his expression seemed a little smug, "Boy, I'm going to die anyway, what I don't want to say you Never know..."

"And him." Feston withdrew his gun, and he hit the lizard's leg. The lizard fell to the ground in a running posture, struggled to stand up, and remained calm, "This is a commission from me, isn't it?" Killing the ghost is not difficult, and I have no reason not to take it."

"So you didn't come with the white ghost, you came with Bob." Feng Zhannuo picked up the gun, and a series of gunshots exploded in the lizard's ears. In an instant, there were burn marks on the ears, cheeks, and arms. Blood sprang up and down.

"I'm impatient now, tell me, who entrusted you to kill Bob." His emotionless eyes reflected a cold blue in the sunlight, he didn't even stand up, one hand was still pressing on Bob's Wound.

"We are colleagues, you know the rules, do you think I will say it?" Lizard's body twitched slightly under the severe pain, but there was still no special expression on his face, Feng Zhannuo's eyes turned cold.

Feston shook his head at him, took out a small grenade from Bob's pocket, measured the distance, and put it next to the lizard's leg. The lizard didn't know what he was going to do, Feston smiled at him, The inscrutable smile makes people feel hairy.

He took a few steps back and pointed his gun at the grenade, "I will not threaten you with death, and I don't care how good your reputation is. I just need to know one thing, who is your client? , I shot in five seconds."

"You may not be afraid of death, but what about blowing off your two legs?" The flames shot up from behind, and under Feston's slightly raised wrist, the small grenade and the gun aiming at it gleamed in the dark under the daylight.

Feng Zhannuo narrowed his eyes and smiled, "Normal people will find it difficult to walk, but for killers, it's tantamount to going to hell, do you want to go to hell, lizard? I promise he won't let you die, Just no legs."

When the lizard heard their threat, his face changed slightly, "The client is Greg Kaida." After he finished speaking, the expressions of Feng Zhannuo and Feston froze.

Bob heard it, took a few short breaths, and finally let out a sigh, "It's over, everything is over..."

Feng Zhannuo pressed his wound tightly, "Tell me clearly! Bob! What are you hiding? What does this have to do with the Al-Qaeda Group?! What do you know?"

Feston frowned tightly, his eyes flashed, and when he realized something, his expression suddenly darkened, but Feng Zhannuo didn't notice, he grabbed Bob and gritted his teeth fiercely, "Why did Greg want to kill you, why did the White Ghost Greg's life? Tell me."

"...Do you know who established the organization?" Bob asked strangely. Of course Feng Zhannuo knew the answer. They were not white ghosts, but a group of people called "managers". They all died in his hands. inside.

Bob didn't seem to want him to answer, "Have you ever wondered where those managers come from... where do they get the money to form such a killer organization and what are they going to do with it? Ian, do you have any? I have thought about searching for orphans from various countries and raising them... how much manpower and financial resources it will take..."

From the moment Bob asked the first question, Feng Zhannuo's thinking stopped, and he quickly realized the answer, but he didn't want to believe it, nor did he want to accept it.

"It's a multinational group." Knowing that he couldn't hide it anymore, Bob said with difficulty, showing a wry smile, "I'm the one responsible for searching for those orphans... I'm a killer, and I'm responsible for finding gifted children. They all gathered together..."

Blood overflowed from Bob's wound, Feng Zhannuo unconsciously relaxed the pressure on the wound, and stared at him like an ice pick, and this did not surprise Bob at all, "I always thought... sooner or later you will Will kill me, Ian, when you know about it, you'll kill me..."

"So you have been paying attention to me." Feng Zhannuo pressed his hand on his wound, feeling Bob's life flowing with blood.

"That's right, I've been paying attention to you because you are the best. I'm afraid you'll find out about this one day. As long as you investigate your own background, you'll find me one day..." That should be What a terrible thing, Bob still clearly remembers his panic at that time.

"You are a terrible killer. I'm afraid of you, Noy..." Bob never concealed this. Feng Zhannuo always thought that he was afraid of his marksmanship, but now he knows the real reason.

"While I am paying attention to your actions, on the other hand, I will try my best to help Gurney, so that if you find out in the future... at least you will give me a good time, and maybe you will let me go... With this kind of thinking, I Playing such a role..." Bob coughed a few times.

When did it start, he couldn't remember, he watched this terrible killer carry out entrusted tasks, came back with wounds again and again, asked him to stop drinking in a joking tone, threatened him with bullets to put down the bottle, once After a trip, after returning, he casually chatted about the dangers encountered in the operation.

If he hadn't taken him from the orphanage and taken him from one fire to another fire pit, would this young man have another life?

I don't know when it started, but this feeling of fear gradually turned into concern. He was afraid of this young man, but also loved him. He even had the illusion that he was his son.

This delusion made him suddenly wake up in a cold sweat.

"...I found out that I was wrong. After I became an intermediary, my thoughts changed, and I regretted what I did back then." Bob looked at the sky, recalling the past, his face turned blue, "It's still There is my hotel, I want to do something for you, because I regret it, Ian, this is a mistake, handing over those orphans including you to the al-Qaeda group..."

"Let them find someone to train you to be killers..." Bob's words seemed to come from far away, and Feng Zhannuo saw his mouth shape.

He wasn't surprised at all that Bob finally said the key, he really wasn't surprised at all, but there was a buzzing in his ears.

He saw Feston, the face that was golden and coppery under the sun was drained of blood, it was livid, and was shrouded in deep and boundless darkness. They were all calm, aware of what this meant, and also aware of the relationship between each other. A huge connection that already existed...

Wendy's garden was in ruins. At the edge of the ruined forest, they stared at each other, neither moved nor spoke.