Love Killer

Feng Zhannuo jumped on the plane, "Why did you shoot?" Sen Leng's gaze was directed at Marbury.

"You're out of order, Ian, I can only do this." Mrs. Marbury was exceptionally shrewd, watching Greg climb into the plane with cold eyes, "But Ian, your suggestion is good, as long as Greg's body falls from here Going on, it really has the effect I want.”

The gun was about to be aimed at Greg again, and Feston grabbed the rope and jumped up. The pilot on the plane was Marbury's man. He just pulled out the gun and the bullet hit the vitals. , the plane lost control, the fuselage began to shake, Marbury's body tilted, and Greg jumped at her.

"I should have told you that once you have entrusted me, I will handle the rest of the matter. Don't do anything superfluous." Feng Zhannuo didn't care even if the plane was about to crash, Leng Sen's eyes moved slowly .

The PPK pistol fell out of the hatch under the scramble. Seeing that she had lost her chance, she took out the parachute bag from the bottom of the seat. She sneered, "It's your job to kill people, but you haven't done it well. Ian, you and the FBI Yes, don't think I don't know anything! My people told me that when she went to your room, there was already someone in it. It was a man, but she recognized that it wasn't you!"

Greg's eyes moved, and he glanced at Feston.

"I know it's the FBI! I felt something was wrong when you met in the lobby!" Mrs. Marbury's eyeliner was all over the hotel, how could the strangeness between the two escape her eyes at that time.

"So I want you to find someone to act, and you release the news to the Leeds gang, let them know that Hampton was killed by me, in order to find out who was behind the scenes, they came to me, and the fake show was real, killing two birds with one stone , it’s best if I die with them to avoid future troubles, Madam Marbury is really good at it.” Feng Zhannuo was just waiting for Marbury to say it.

"Thank you for your praise. It's a pity, but Ian...I have to tell you that there is only one parachute on this plane." The plane wobbled and tilted in the sky, and Mrs. Marbury slowly stepped back, "Unless you are in front of me Kill them to prove you didn't go to the FBI—"

Feng Zhannuo raised his wrist, Fieston faced him with a gun, and Greg was right behind him.

The out-of-control plane was crashing into the bustling business district, and the gunshots rang out——

Marbury looked at the blood hole in her abdomen in disbelief, "You..."

"First, I didn't take refuge in anyone. Second, I hate being judged by others when doing things, especially being designed by others." Feng Zhannuo retracted his gun and watched Madam Marbury slowly fall down.

Greg was completely relieved by the side, "Good job, Ian."

"Greg?" Madam Marbury still breathed a sigh of relief, she stared in disbelief, "...you, you..."

"Forgot to mention the third," Feng Zhannuo didn't look at Feston's eyes, he smiled at Madam Marbury, "You broke your promise first, so you can't blame me, I have put the check you gave back in your room , by the way, I've always preferred cash."

A handsome smile, more dazzling than the sun, but colder than the darkness, this is the last scene Marbury saw, a turbulence, the plane tilted, Mrs. Marbury’s body fell off the plane, and the crowds of people below, that was the most prosperous Downtown.

Peng, a corpse fell into the crowd like a broken sack.

The crowd was amazed, shouted, and commotioned, and after a few minutes they would be amazed to find that it was the local poisonous flower, the unique poppy, and the famous Marbury.

"The most sensational and effective way of death, which brings the greatest response to the local area, as you wish." Feng Zhannuo turned his head, and Feston's expressionless eyes looked at him as he blew a cold kiss with his fingertips. , a fist hit him, and he was knocked to the ground.

"And you, Greg!" Felston's rage was unstoppable, and Greg then fell down. "You hired him to kill?"

Now that there is no way to deny it, Greg held his nose and kept breathing, "Don't be so rigid, Feston, this is the best way, you can't still want to arrest me, but you have no evidence, And it was self-defense just now, so you can't accuse me of buying murder!"

Yes, he couldn't, but Feston knew that it was probably Greg who heard about the power of the "ghost" from him, and secretly contacted Feng Zhannuo, no matter how they made the deal, but in the end Mrs. Marbury because of Her stupidity paid the price.

She shouldn't offend a killer, let alone be self righteous.

"Hey, do you want your cousin to be killed by me?" Looking at him strangely, Feng Zhannuo withdrew his gun, and Feston grabbed his collar, "When did you get in touch?!"

"When? Now is not the time to discuss that," he pushed his fingers away, "and to remind you, we're about to crash."

Didn't miss the conversation just now, Greg heard the killer mention his relationship with Feston, he glanced at them in surprise, and then looked outside, he lost all his thoughts, "We are going to the desert area soon Yes! Feston!!"

He shouted anxiously, the shouting was broken by the roar of the propeller, and flying sand was drawn in from the open hatch. It was only a few minutes since the helicopter lost control, and the situation changed drastically in a few minutes. Because of interference from the instrument, he leaned forward to push away the driver's body and adjust the signal band.

"Boss? Boss?" The calls of the members of the ST team sounded immediately on the plane, Fieston responded, and cheers rang out over there, and Jonathan said hurriedly, "We have tracked the position of the helicopter, and we will send people to support it immediately." ! Boss, how is the situation on your side?"

It was difficult to answer this question. Feng Zhannuo folded his arms and watched Feston fiddle with those instruments. He seemed to be able to fly a helicopter.

"Greg is still alive." Feston's answer reassured everyone again, but then he said: "There is also bad news, just now a shot was fired in front of the driver's seat, the bullet may ricochet and hit the driving system, and now the instrument is out of control , unable to drive."

The cheers suddenly weakened, and the joy just now turned into tension. "There is a desert ahead, and there is still a chance before the plane crashes!" Derek calmly made a suggestion.

"Are we going to jump?" Greg didn't expect things to turn out like this, he looked at the ground.

There was the only parachute bag there, which was left by Mrs. Marbury before she died. Felston picked it up and stuffed it into Greg's hand, "Jump down, this is your chance to survive."

"You...I..." Greg didn't know what to say, and was forced to put on the umbrella bag, looking very embarrassed, "but Fiston—"

"Don't worry, it's a desert area below, you can't die." Kicking him off, without giving Greg a chance to speak, Feston picked up the walkie-talkie on the wobbly helicopter, "Derek, listen now, remember Get the coordinates and find him before the sun goes down."

He arranged Greg's rescue route calmly and without haste. Feng Zhannuo knew that Fieston would do that. Compared with a killer, Fieston would of course save his cousin first, but from just now, this The man always seems to act like he doesn't exist.

He never thought that he would die here. It would not be difficult for him to jump off the plane before the plane crashed. He watched Feston talk with the ST team coldly and arranged for the rescue later. Feng Zhannuo quietly stand up.

He is not a part of it, and no one will come to rescue him, everything depends on himself.With a cold smile, he jumped out of the cabin like a bird in the lower and lower flight route——

"Are you crazy?!" A hand suddenly grabbed him, and Feston pulled him up, "You will fall to your death at this height!"

"Below is the desert. Believe me, I know where is the most suitable place to land." Hanging in the air, Feng Zhannuo saw the tension in Feston's eyes, and changed his original plan, "Come or not?"

He extended the invitation, and Feston glanced at him without any hesitation. With a tight wrist, the person who jumped down from the fuselage hugged his waist, climbed the loose rope ladder, and when he was closest to the ground, They fell from mid-air.

Within three seconds, Feston's movements were too fast, and Feng Zhannuo didn't even have time to speak. He thought it was absurd. Trust should not exist between the FBI and the killer, but Feston believed him.

The scenery below was approaching quickly, and the sand was as gorgeous as a piece of golden sand under the sun. When they fell into the sand pile, the two of them rolled into a ball. Nothing happened.

The scorching sun was shining overhead, and it's afternoon now, "You—" Feng Zhannuo spat out the sand in his mouth, with doubts written on his face, "Aren't you afraid that I'll make a mistake?"

Feston is also full of sand, "In this kind of place, it is better to trust your experience than the instrument."

Feng Zhannuo had killed people in the desert, and he had no doubts about his strength. Feston patted the sand on his body. In the golden wind and sand, his deep voice was like the eternal rocks and land. Wide, that is something that neither the raging sun nor the wind can destroy.

Feng Zhannuo felt hot, turned around, and pointed at a few huge cacti clusters as if nothing had happened, "No one can find their way in the desert, but I know that this area is closest to the water source."