Love Killer

Greg at the door was instantly surrounded by more than a dozen eyes, he stood there inexplicably, "Let me see what happened."

Sensing the weird atmosphere inside, he didn't go any further, "What are you doing inside? Aren't you tired if you don't sleep all night?" His complexion was not very good, and he didn't seem to have much rest like everyone else.

Greg shouldn't have come, but he insisted that he caused the chaos. He landed on the desert with his bodyguards and followed the ST team. He waited for a long time at the entrance of the casino and no one came out. He thought something happened, so he asked the police Only then were they brought to the door.

"That's him?" Fieston's pronunciation was very heavy, and anyone could find his displeasure, but they didn't know why.

A group of people looked at Greg.

Of course, Greg Al Qaeda couldn't be the person who negotiated business with ghosts. The members of the ST team all thought so, but Feston understood that this was not wrong to some extent.

Feng Zhannuo waved to Greg, "Mr. Greg—"

His performance was so natural, Greg knew that the situation was wrong, but he believed in the ability of this ghost, so he glanced at Feston, who was not looking well, and nodded politely to the ghost. Such a ridiculous thing happened.

"Aren't you afraid that he will kill you?!" Hans' voice raised involuntarily.

Before Greg could react, Feng Zhannuo said, "What kind of joke is this? I said that my name is Nolan Collison, and I'm here to discuss business with Mr. Greg from Al-Qaeda Group. Look now... "

He opened his arms and made a helpless gesture, "Even if you want to arrest someone, you must first find out the situation."

His unrestrained words and deeds, his chic and polite demeanor, if he is not sure that he is a ghost and the culprit of all this chaos, maybe the people present will really regard him as an innocent victim.

"Is he here to do business with you, Mr. Greg?" Derek asked incredulously, jokingly, everyone knew something was wrong, it wasn't supposed to be like this.

But Greg nodded, no matter what kind of consideration he was in, he would nod, "Ah, yes, Nolan Collison, I don't think I saw you in the Circus City Hotel Casino, why did you come here?"

"It was an accident." Feng Zhannuo replied with a smile, and walked out of the encirclement of the gun without a trace.

The impossible happened, the person who was almost assassinated actually helped the assassin, whether to detain the ghost or let him go, when everyone hesitated on alert, Feston walked up to Uriel's body and left behind In front of the pool of blood.

"Collect the evidence here first. After I go back, I want Uriel's death report. Give it to me in the shortest possible time. Jonathan, you are responsible for this matter." Unexpectedly, he didn't say a word about ghosts.

"Boss?!" Jonathan received the task, but he didn't understand the situation in front of him. So, what does this mean?

"If you lose your advantage, you have to admit defeat. Are you sure that the person in front of you is the assassin who wants to assassinate Greg?" He turned to Jonathan with a sharp expression. Seeing him like this, Jonathan suddenly felt uncertain.

"We've all seen it, haven't we..." With a wry smile, he wasn't very sure about the answer.

Even the victim helped the murderer, what else could they do, Derek could only smile wryly, and mentioned a possibility by the way, "Not only we saw it, but the surveillance camera should have captured the scene at that time, which should be used as evidence."

"Are you sure that the killer's face was shown in the image captured by the camera?"

The killer's face... How could a person like Phantom let himself be photographed in action, not to mention the chaotic scene at the time, Hans said unwillingly, "Actually, I asked someone to check it before I set off."

He didn't go any further, his face full of displeasure, the answer was obvious, everyone understood why Feston stopped them, but the team members were just a little bit unwilling, the ghost was right in front of them, but they had nothing to do with him.

"If you lose, you lose. We don't have any evidence, so what if we take him back?" Feston had already considered all the possibilities before he said this, and he simply asked the team to withdraw. A waste of taxpayers’ money is also a waste of our time! Instead of wasting time here, it’s better to go back and look it up, why the books are missing! Where did these guns come from!”

In front of Feng Zhannuo, Fieston and his subordinates made it clear. The thunderous tone echoed in the empty hall. Everyone could hear the anger in his words. The boss wanted to catch the ghost just like them. But the main purpose of this operation is to protect Greg Al Qaeda, and they have completed their mission.

If you are obsessed with the impossible, it is better to find the murderer who killed Uriel, the person who stole the ledger, which is the most important thing.No one can refute Feston's words, the key witness Greg turned to the killer who wanted to kill him, what else could they do?

Feng Zhannuo didn't expect him to say this here, the decorative smile on his face no longer maintained, and he looked at each other solemnly, as if he didn't hear their conversation, didn't see the way those people looked at him, Passed by.

Both of them looked in their respective directions, this round seemed to be won by Feng Zhannuo, but he couldn't laugh at all.

lost?Feston said he lost?Feng Zhannuo twitched the corner of his mouth coldly, Feston was not considered a loser at all, and he didn't win, Uriel didn't die in his hands, but Feston hindered him.

The man admitted that he lost, which would only make him feel boring. The fruit of this kind of victory is not sweet, but very irritating.

No one would stop him from leaving. He walked out without looking back. It was already bright outside, and the high temperature continued in another day. In fact, it has only been more than ten hours since the crash, but he has a very long feeling. The illusion, so long that he remembered every scene in the desert, and everything that happened while crawling in the pipeline.

Monitoring his departure, the ST team followed behind him, including Feston Al-Qaida.

The sun was shining in front of him, and there seemed to be a layer of golden light behind the ghost. His steps were not leisurely or heavy, but even though the surrounding sun was scorching hot, there was still a vague coldness emanating from him.

It is completely different from when it is smiling, and it is also completely different from when it is narrating the past. With so many identities and names, how many faces does the ghost have?Or is he really just like what others call him, a ghost whose true identity cannot be determined...

Feston once again let his gaze focus on the killer.

Feng Zhannuo felt the gaze behind him and didn't look back until he walked out of the underground casino. Greg approached him and whispered to him: "I've put the money in the agreed place, there will be a lot of cash, you take it away Time to pay attention."

He acted like a competent businessman, and it really belonged to the Al-Qaeda Group. Feng Zhannuo took out the mobile phone he picked up from the lobby floor, and answered while dialing, "I will refund half of the deposit to you." Uriel Died, but he didn't kill him, the task is completed, and the cost is halved.

As long as Greg got the result, he saw Uriel's body being carried out, so he didn't show any dissatisfaction, nor did he have any objections. Their footsteps were staggered, and their contact was very short, but they were all in Feston's eyes.

As soon as Feng Zhannuo walked away, he immediately walked up to Greg, without waiting for him to speak, Greg knew what problem he was facing, "Detective Feston, thank you so much this time, you and your Team, thanks to you I'm fine."

He opened his mouth first, hugged him enthusiastically, acted like an ordinary victim, excited and grateful, Jonathan snorted coldly behind him, Hans shrugged and sighed helplessly, "Rich man——"

Derek shook his head. The others were very indifferent to Greg. They didn't know Greg's private transaction. They only saw such a victim. Fortunately, they thanked him for his words and help, so that the search and rescue team stepped up to save the boss. .

"Greg." When he finished acting, Feston pulled him aside, "You know what you're doing!?"

Under the light, Feston looked at people with nowhere to hide, and Greg knew he couldn't hide, "Special circumstances, special treatment, you don't want Al Qaeda Group to lose in the competition, Feston, I know you Not so old-fashioned…”

Patting Fieston on the shoulder, Greg's face became serious, and he said in a low voice: "The family allows you to do this, because you promised to ensure the safety of Al Qaeda Group in all aspects, and you do what you want in the FBI , I also have my own approach here, and now doing business will also be in danger, don't you see, if I don't do it, I will be snatched away, it's either he dies or I die, you won't just watch Shall I die?"

"If you dare to provoke ghosts, you are looking for death." Feston said this without any reservation, and Greg's expression changed.