Love Killer

The two men under the tree stood side by side, as if they just came for a walk, "I don't remember teaching him to be a man who loves to cry." The golden-red light fell on Feston's shoulders, and the people around him It seems that he is also recalling the past, "He was a cool kid back then, but he was very taciturn."

They walked a few steps towards him, their shadows were on the ground, they did exist, their faces were more mature than in memory, still tall and straight, more than ten years passed, time seemed to have special preferential treatment for them, it was like a carving knife Carved on people's faces, but gave them the most attractive strokes, and those few traces of time did not make them change much...

Ian's smile was the same as before. It was a chic, warm and unpredictable smile. He raised his arms and leaned on Feston's body. There was just a little more in that extraordinary temperament. He was very introverted, but the man he used as a support, Caesar, who had been away from the FBI for more than ten years and had no whereabouts, put his hands in his pockets in a relaxed posture.

The deep gray eyes were more oppressive than in memory. He was the calmer and calmer Feston Kaida. His iron-like face had been smeared by the years, and it seemed that even his soul had become like iron.

No, they still changed and became more distant. Neilfei suddenly realized that after so many years, he still hadn't caught up with them.

Seeing them again, he was unprepared in such a sudden situation. The reporter who can debate with the congressmen in public seemed to have suddenly forgotten how to speak, as if he had returned to his childhood in an instant, and he was still the same as himself. closed child.

"Ian! Feston!" He held back the moisture in his eyes, opened and closed his mouth, and called their names. These two familiar names circled in his mind countless times, but he never really said them.

A gunshot came from behind, and the killer chased him up. Neilfei was thrown to the ground suddenly. The bullet brushed his arm, and a man appeared out of nowhere. Boss, let's go for a while!"

After he taught him a lesson, he turned around and drew his gun, but was stopped by someone, "Jonathan, don't do it, let him solve it by himself." Feng Zhannuo waved his fingers there, as if he was about to watch a good show, with interest and anticipation .

"If he can't solve even one opponent, he'd better not do this business and report that kind of news." Planning to watch to the end, Feston's tone was like an examiner, and there seemed to be some expectation in his eyes, but more Much of it is strict indifference.

Even if he appeared, they didn't intend to bother him, and after understanding what they meant, Neilfei couldn't help shouting, "Then what are you doing here?!"

"Look at you, see if you have made progress." Feng Zhannuo watched from the sidelines, raising his eyebrows, "There is only one opponent, don't tell me you will only run away."

His tone was cold and contemptuous. Neil couldn't wait to refute loudly. If it wasn't for him, he wouldn't be so afraid of killers. Although he himself knew that not every killer has Ian's skills, but he Never forget what the killer stands for.

"It's impossible for us to take care of you forever, Neilfei, you have to rely on yourself, why don't you just pretend that we don't exist." Throwing down a gun, what Feston said also showed one thing, Neilfei couldn't believe it Stopped running.

"You've been watching me for so many years?" The original sense of crisis was replaced by surprise and filled with astonishment.

Before he could answer, the assassin behind him raised his gun again, and found that there were a few more people disrupting the situation. He obviously planned to make a quick decision. Neil Fei quickly picked up the gun on the ground, stepped forward and punched and kicked him The killer took a few steps back, Feng Zhannuo nodded, "This is the way to go."

"He is Gran's son after all." Taking away Feng Zhannuo's arm and holding his hand instead, Feston turned around to leave, but Feng Zhannuo grabbed him, "Why don't you see the end? ,hold on."

He rubbed his chin and watched the fight in the cemetery, the contest between Neilfei and the killer, it was like watching a good show, but Feston was sure that as long as Neilfei was in any danger, someone would immediately shot.

"So you don't believe him?" He rubbed his fingertips against Feng Zhannuo's, watching the battle in the cemetery with him, "From the current situation, he is fine by himself, the only thing is whether he has the confidence and confidence." Courage, his only problem is that he is too cautious, not as bold as you."

"How could he be like me? He's not my son." He never thought of having a child, Feng Zhannuo thought it was ridiculous, but Felston let out a deep laugh, "Didn't you already treat him as your own child?" Yet?"

He was about to speak, but Feston shook his head, "Don't deny it, you know it's useless to deny it."

He has seen through him a long time ago, seen through all his thoughts, sometimes it is a scary thing to be known too much, "So confident, think you know all my thoughts? Be careful, I will wake up in the middle of the night and silence you." He lifted She held Feston's hand and kissed the back of his hand.

"You are welcome at any time." This kind of joke has long been useless. Feston put his arms around his shoulders. While they were joking lightly, Neal was cautiously dealing with his enemy. Jonathan took out the phone and said something.

More than ten years later, he is no longer the hot-blooded and reckless federal agent. If you ask him what his identity is now, he will answer that he belongs to a non-state agency. As for what this agency does, where it is located, and what Man, he'd say it's classified.

"Hans will be there in 15 minutes, I don't know if there is enough time." He raised his wrist and looked at his watch, "It should be over by then."

"They're almost out of bullets. Neil Fei should make a move now. It will take up to 5 minutes." There was no room for negotiation, and Felston raised his voice slightly. These words reminded Jonathan of their ST team back then. The members of the group have already experienced the style of the boss, and now it is the turn of the young Neilfei.

The sun was setting and the sky was getting dark. Neil must have heard what Feston said, and the speed of punching slowed down a bit. The killer realized that something was wrong and was trying to evacuate. It was this slowness that made the killer run away.

Shooting at each other, running out of bullets, now we can only see who has the best skills, Neil has no time to ask why they appear, and also has no time to talk to them, asking them for help, he can only chase the killer and prove himself to those two people He didn't know why he did it, he just knew he had to.

He doesn't want to disappoint them.

"Who is that?" The sudden appearance of several people gave the killer a great sense of threat, and the killer disguised as a driver could no longer concentrate on dealing with his target, "Who are they?!"

Seeing that the car was right in front of him, Neil Fei blocked his way, "Why don't you ask them yourself?"

In addition to bringing him a memory, those short days seemed to have subtly exerted other effects on him. He knew that he wanted to be like them. He had paid a lot and gained a lot.

Compared with ordinary reporters, Neilfei's movements are obviously faster. He has learned various fighting skills. He still remembers the fight in the living room, remembers the incredible contest, even though he still can't do it like them, But it's close.

"I've caught him!" Throwing the killer to the ground, Neilfei yelled and turned around, "I've caught him!!"

"Good job." Feng Zhannuo was not surprised by the result at all, as if it should be, and Fieston nodded to him, "You can solve the next thing yourself, whether to hand him over to the police or take him to the police. Go testify, continue your reporting, it's up to you."

Before Neilfei could answer, the captured killer raised his head with a ferocious face, "Who are you?"

He didn't know anyone who could give him such a sense of crisis. Out of professional vigilance, he knew that it was beyond his ability to deal with the three people who just appeared, especially the two in front of him.

"It's just a passing tourist." The man with a pair of cold gray eyes glanced at him, and he suddenly had the illusion of being stared at by a prey falcon, and shivered.

And the smiling man on the other side gave him an ominous premonition. In the business of killers, even though some people have disappeared, he is still not forgotten. This iconic smile, free and easy attitude, and the god of death cold.

"It's you..." The killer's eyes wandered, he suddenly remembered something, and shouted excitedly, "It's you?! The person they said, the killer who disappeared, the best of us, was arrested by the FBI, and finally... ..."

"Abducted their best agent." The smiling man went on, politely as if introducing himself at a banquet, but the cold light in his eyes was unmistakable, "Yes, it's me, you can call me a ghost .”

ghost.The other one is—the killer stared unwillingly at the gray-eyed man who gave the gun to Neilfei, "You are the Caesar they said."

Feston didn't pay attention to his words, and retracted the gun thrown to Neilfei, "You still need to practice your marksmanship."

"I don't like to use guns." Neilfei looked at his hands. He hated this thing from the bottom of his heart. Although he could use it, he didn't like it.

"You can use anything you like, not necessarily a gun. With your approach, you need to think carefully about how to protect yourself. Someone will not come to help you every time." After finishing his words lightly, Feston took a picture of his Shoulder, he wanted to ask what was going on with the previous sentence, when the siren of the police car came from outside the cemetery.

Neilfei also belongs to a famous family, the eldest grandson of a certain important minister's family, and the only bloodline. The police encountered a traffic jam on the way when they received the call. At that time, they were so anxious that they could fly over. When I arrived, I saw a cold body, not to mention that the reporter was a well-known reporter. If something happened, I don’t know how many reports would attack the efficiency of the police.

Seeing that Neil Fei was safe and sound, the police officers of Scotland Yard breathed a sigh of relief, arresting people, making notes, the quiet cemetery suddenly became noisy, and there were people who heard gunshots and heard the news. reporter.

Neil Fei was surrounded by the crowd, thinking that those two people might have been paying attention to him for so many years, he turned his head in a hurry, he had too many things he wanted to ask, too many things he wanted to say, but there was no one he was looking for within sight .

There was no one under the tree on the lawn, as if they had never existed, and he looked around, only to see a black car drive past the crowd.

They go away like they never were there, like everything just wasn't real.

Neil Fei stood among the crowd feeling lost, watching the car go away. It was dark and the evening wind was still blowing, but he knew that what happened just now was by no means a dream.

It turns out that someone has been caring about him. It turns out that besides grandpa, there are two other people in the world who have been watching him.

If he was in danger again, would he see them again?This absurd idea came to Neilfei's mind, and he was thrown away immediately. If those two people found out, they would definitely be angry.

"You caught the murderer?! You really surprised us, you must know that you are a reporter!" After learning what happened, the Scotland Yard police officer exclaimed in amazement. You must know that in everyone's perception , Journalists should only be good at using their brains.

"I have to thank two people, they taught me everything." Not my father, not my grandfather, but two other people.

"Who are you talking about?" The policeman held the notebook.

Under the night, the well-known reporter Nelfie Gran smiled, "My two mentors."

Could anything be more apt?Everything started from meeting them, and his life was different from then on.