Love Killer

It's Greg.Feng Zhannuo touched the gun on his waist, this subtle movement was seen by Reg, he immediately looked very cautious, half raised his hand, "Wait, I have to explain first..."

"You don't need to say anything, don't worry, I won't kill you yet." This kind of assurance doesn't give people much sense of security, and Greg didn't see anything from that sneer.

Bob’s surgery is still in progress, and the situation is not too bad. For Christopher Kaida’s invitation, Feng Zhannuo has no reason to refuse, just like hearing an invitation from an old friend, he is willing to get in the car, that’s natural The attitude was unexpected for Greg.

Feston got into the car together, and Greg couldn't see what kind of attitude it was. When the car drove onto the street, Greg obviously felt a weird atmosphere.

He had already learned about the whole process from the lizard, and these two people must have known it, but he didn't understand what kind of situation it was now. The feeling between Feston and Ian was not tense, but it was definitely not easy.

The air pressure in the car was low, and no one was talking. Greg didn't want to be the first to speak. The ghost was right behind him. The feeling of being shot at his head at any moment made him not want to speak.

Feston remained silent, his face cast iron, Greg looked away from the rearview mirror, and dismissed the idea of ​​communicating with him, and this continued until he reached his destination.

This is where Falston was born and where Christopher Keida was, where it all started.

This slightly ancient building remains unchanged. The high corridor and roof are covered with a faint golden-red light under the sunlight blocked by clouds. This time, there are not so many people welcoming at the door, only silence , the footsteps of several people echoed in the spacious living room.

Christopher summoned everyone, and they all kept a terrible silence. Wesley, George and others that Feng Zhannuo had met before were all there, as well as Aunt Liz, who looked at him with complicated eyes, mixed with a trace of fear.

Just like the family meeting last time, but today's theme is slightly different. Christopher Kaida sat in a chair smoking a pipe, and slowly raised his head when he heard footsteps.

"Are you here to kill me?" He asked bluntly, as if the voice with the bitter taste of tobacco dispersed with the smoke, as if it came from a far away place.

"Uncle Chris!" Greg called out first, and everyone else wanted to speak, but was stopped by a movement of old Kaida, who didn't even look at his son, only looked at Feng Zhannuo, "Do you want to talk?" my life?"

Without answering, the shadow of the god of death emerged from Feng Zhannuo's face, and there was a hint of ferocity on the corner of his mouth that seemed to be there, "What do you think? I'm here to thank you, old Mr. Al Qaeda."

How do you feel about it, what is the best reward, he can shoot at any time, the old Al Qaeda on the opposite side seems to have been prepared for a long time, but he just nodded, "There is no gift better than death, You can shoot, no one here is going to call the police, and no one is going to hold me accountable for my death."

When he was talking about calling the police, he glanced at Feston for just a moment, and Feng Zhannuo noticed, "He resigned."

"This way you won't have any problems." Old Al-Qaeda seemed to understand the reason for Feston's resignation, but he continued, "But I'm sorry, I let you know the truth, and it ended up like this."

Feng Zhannuo couldn't find that kind of violent feeling from the old Al-Qaeda, but he was indeed the behind-the-scenes instigator who planned the killer organization and created a business empire for himself.

"If you weren't his father, I would have done it a long time ago." Looking at the old man with dark eyes, the killer would not show mercy, but as long as he is a human being, he has to face his own feelings.

The family killed Christopher Kedah, and everything between him and Feston was over.

Their dinner, the morning hug, the warmth of the night, their tacit understanding in all aspects, the movie theater, popcorn, coffee shop, the Greenmere bar they occasionally go to, the melodious blues, and the kiss between ordinary lovers.

All of this will end here.

This is their tango, now playing at its biggest turn, and it all depends on how he acts.

"As expected of the founder of the organization, the person who can establish Al-Qaeda Group, you know that I can't do anything to you because of Feston, so you are so confident." This is the first time Feng Zhannuo didn't handle the gun smoothly Pulling the trigger and killing people has always been easy for him, but now it has become extremely difficult.

He tightened his palms, not looking at Feston, nor did he want to see Feston's reaction now.

"Because of Feston, why can't you make a move..." Old Al-Keda was thinking, a voice suddenly sounded, and Feston, who was supposed to be in the most difficult position, suddenly asked, "How did Jessica die? "

His mother, Jessica, mentioned her, and old Al Qaeda could no longer maintain his composure just now, the hand holding the pipe trembled slightly, and he changed his hand before he could speak, "Since we have reached this point..."

"You have no objection to my leaving Aedas Group. You acquiesced in all the decisions I made. Even though you knew that I had investigated the inside of the group, you never asked. This cannot but make me suspicious. You feel guilty towards me. Why? Maybe it's because her death has something to do with you." Fieston's eyes were cold, even colder than Feng Zhannuo.

"Assassins, the robbery, the orphans in the orphanage, it's time to clarify everything, father." He called his father, and the sound was like a stone. Old Al Qaeda closed his eyes, and all the past It's like a movie played in front of your eyes.

Feston once investigated his own family members, this is the first time Feng Zhannuo heard about it, Feston may have started to suspect when Greg was targeted by the white ghost.

If it is an ordinary person, doubts are just doubts, but Feston's doubts are always accurate.

Now, the answer is in front of them. Old Al-Qaeda closed his eyes, as if he was recalling his past, "Washington was still very chaotic at that time. It was not so easy to have your own territory and power in this city. You only need money to pay for it." not enough."

"People are so strange. When desire overrides everything, reason seems to disappear. I accidentally met a man named White Ghost. He had a bold idea. I can't deny that he was a murderer, but at that time I Such a person is needed, and I even think his idea is good..."

"So I did that. Orphans are the safest. They have no past, and no one will care about their future." Having said that, he opened his eyes and saw Feng Zhannuo standing together with Feston.

There are still a few steps between them, but it seems that no matter how far apart, there is always a force pulling them.

Old Al Qaeda raised his head and sighed, "I built my business empire, but I offended many people. During the most glorious period, Jessica died."

His voice finally became sad, "She was killed in an accident. It was very chaotic at the time. My men and my enemies exchanged fire. Jessica was hit by a stray bullet. I'm not even sure I killed her." Whose gun did the bullets come from!"

Clutching his cane tightly, the old Kaida's angry look is very similar to Feston, or to put it another way, Feston is very similar to his father, but Feng Zhannuo only has this kind of thought now.

He listened expressionlessly, but his right hand was slowly held by someone. Slow and firm force came from Feston's hand. He didn't look at Feng Zhannuo, but just held his hand and looked at Feng Zhannuo indifferently. Christopher Kaida.

Compared with him, Feston may be the most painful person here. Feng Zhannuo realizes the significance of this to Feston. If they still have to part ways and return to their respective tracks, Feston will definitely be in the end. He will blame everything on himself.

Seeing their clenched hands, Old Al Qaeda continued, "After Jessica died, I suddenly woke up, but it was too late."

He was silent for a long time, took a few more puffs of cigarettes, and the sound of the smoke dispersing could be heard in the living room, "I began to hate my business empire, the Al Qaeda Group, it was just a fortress built with death and money, I Hate it and certainly don't want my son to inherit it."

He expressed acquiescence to Feston's choice, and even felt relieved. In secret, he planned to bleach the al-Qaeda Group, leaving no trace from the inside out.

"Greg is a good candidate, but he is still too young. When the killer of the organization came to him and wanted to rebuild the organization, he didn't know what to do, so he thought of you - known as the ghost, you ended me The organization that was funded and established, if anyone can destroy it again, it is only you."

As if he decided to tell the whole story, Old Al-Qaeda did not hide anything, "But Greg didn't handle this matter well, he asked me to provoke Feston to attract your attention, and you really solved it Those people, but at the same time it made Feston suspicious."

That time here, Wesley Kaida once criticized Greg loudly through his drunkenness, saying that Greg was not capable enough, and he couldn't do a little thing well. All these details that were originally unnoticed suddenly all came together in series.

"Then look at the present..." Old Al-Qaeda was deeply moved, "On the day Feston brought you back, I knew it was God's arrangement. Whether it was retribution or something else, there was indeed a sense of Power, otherwise how can it explain all this?"

"My son finally knows the truth, and the child who was victimized by my crime appeared in front of me with my son after so many years—" The old voice no longer had the courage of the past, Lao Kai Da took a gun from his pocket.