Love Killer

Feston's expression was serious, extremely cautious, and cautious.

"You'd better not think that he is an ordinary killer who can be called at any time. Remember what happened to Marbury. If you are used to this way and think that any problem can be solved in this way, then I should say, Greg, At that time, you will not be far from going to hell..." Under Felston's meaningful gaze, Greg had to remain silent.

A killer like a ghost is like a black hole, once, twice, thrice, going on and on. When you have to rely on a ghost to solve your troubles, he will hold your lifeline, which will be more serious than the troubles themselves.

"Look at who he is, and think about yourself. A well-behaved businessman shouldn't have anything to do with this kind of thing. I can let you off this time, but remember, there will be no future." The orthodox heir, Felston's words still carry weight, not to mention that he is still his cousin, Greg did not answer.

Greg looked like he was listening to the teachings, so Feston didn't say any more. In fact, everyone understands these truths. Now these words are not meant to tell Greg, but rather a warning to himself.

"Don't contact him again! Did you hear that?" Greg shrank his neck subconsciously like thunder in his ears.

Thanks to being this man's cousin, someone else might be intimidated. Greg thinks it's not easy for him to dare to speak now, "Fiston, the only thing I don't understand is that since you know the situation so well, why Mrs. Marbury would say that you came out of that killer's room? And you jumped off the helicopter together, why didn't he do anything to you?"

Feston looked at him for a while, and his eyes were almost terrifying. Greg regretted asking this sentence, but then Feston replied, "That's my business, it has nothing to do with you."

"This is too unfair. You asked me not to look for him again, but I think you and that ghost are like friends..." After saying this, Greg observed Feston's behavior. Reaction, this is his speculation, but he is not sure.

Feston is a federal police officer, the head of ST, and Specter is an international killer. Taking Feston as a person, how could he become friends with a killer?But Greg really felt that the relationship between these two people was not an ordinary policeman and killer.

Greg said they were like friends... Feston chewed on the meaning of this sentence, not far ahead, the vast desert glowed with golden light under the sun, and the back of the ghost named Feng Zhannuo had disappeared under the strong light Down, like he never existed.

The prey slipped away from him again, this time even more grandiosely, but what Feston felt this time was not entirely annoyed, but also somewhat melancholy.

Melancholy, this kind of mood never appeared in the man called Caesar before. Feston is a person who watches the goal move forward, never deviates from the direction he set, but this time he saw his behavior appear. Deviation, but not stop.

"You can't afford to mess with this ghost, remember my words." In the end, Greg only heard this answer.

At the end of July, Feng Zhannuo returned to Windy City after leaving Las Vegas.

Leaving the underground gambling city that was heavily surrounded by the police and the FBI that day, Feng Zhannuo returned to his usual state when he got on the helicopter. The flight attendant who came to strike up a conversation chatted a few words, in exchange for extra attentive service.

But what was always circling in his mind was this mission. He didn't count it as a miss, because the target person died in the end, but if someone hadn't shot secretly...he asked himself in his heart, whether this operation could still be considered a success.

It has nothing to do with who killed Uriel and why he killed him. The idea of ​​killing people and silence them has long been nothing new, and the next question should be a headache for the FBI.

Thinking of Feston's gloomy expression and frowning, he would laugh on the plane. When the flight attendant asked him why he was laughing, he replied that he thought of something interesting.

When he returned to Chicago, he was greeted by a shower of rain. The rain under the night shrouded the whole street in a misty rain and fog, as if it had suddenly arrived in autumn. The changeable weather, this is Chicago, and he planned to go to other places next stay for a while.

"You are finally back!" When he opened the door, the familiar voice inside made him stop drawing his gun, "Bob, this is not your hotel." He went in and put the key on the table, and by the way closed the door Scattered transparent ball back to its original position.

Beads that would roll when slightly shaken, would shatter with a light step and make a noise. Old Bob looked away, "You're still so careful."

"There is nothing wrong with being careful. This is experience and a lesson. You came to me because you wanted to talk to me about this, right?" Familiar with Bob's personality, Feng Zhannuo went to the wine cabinet and poured himself a glass of wine. Pulled out a wad of cash and threw it to him, "The helicopter that was ordered for me came in time, although it was a bit broken."

"It's better to take it than to take the special plane of the police station. Think about it, how ridiculous it would be for you to leave that ghost place by the plane of the police station." Taking the money in his hand and counting it carefully, Bob nodded in satisfaction, and put the money After corking it, he stared at the wine glass in Feng Zhannuo's hand again.

Feng Zhannuo saw the drunkard's eyes, but he pretended not to see it. There was no luggage around him, and the sniper rifles he carried were sent back in batches after the parts were disassembled. "Tell me, what's the matter." He sat down on the chair, dusted Wipe the raindrops off his collar.

He crossed his legs casually, relaxed movements, and brisk words, as if he came back from a vacation. It is completely impossible to see that the real reason for his trip this time is to kill people. Bob has seen many killers come back from missions, but there is no A person can reach the state of this young man in front of him.

"Is this operation going well? I heard from Hecate's people that you have a false identity that was verified by the FBI. This time is very difficult?" Bob asked, staring at the bottle of brandy greedily.

Feng Zhannuo put the cap on the bottle casually, "If you want to die from cirrhosis of the liver, you might as well let me send you a bomb to make it come back sooner." His smile made people creepy.

He seemed to be joking, but Bob knew he meant it. Those smiling eyes would reveal the eyes of the undead looking at the living anytime and anywhere. replace.

"Don't scare me, Noy." Whenever Bob wanted to show how serious he was, he would call him Noy. Feng Zhannuo shrugged, "I'm doing it for your own good. If you want to die, don't die with me. Let me see it in front of you, and collect the body for you."

Old Bob has no children, and his only hobby is to look after the killers he is familiar with, and occasionally provide them with some help. Feng Zhannuo's words sounded like a casual joke, but he really wanted to give Bob a warning. Don't want Bob to die so early.

Of course Bob knew it too, and sighed, "You people have always only spoken in this way. You obviously care about it, but when you say it, it doesn't taste that way." He mumbled and shook his head.

Feng Zhannuo smiled and didn't take it seriously, "Anyway, it's fine if you understand it. You're not a woman, so don't be so nasty."

"Faston Al Qaeda is not a woman." Old Bob suddenly changed the subject, his tense face seemed to smooth out those wrinkles, "It is the FBI who is going to verify your identity, and the call is from a member of the ST team. It seems that you met an old friend this vacation..."

Bob used to be the middleman between the killer and the employer, and his mind is not confused at all. He stared at Feng Zhannuo, "How about this time?"

"He's not my target." The short answer, Feng Zhannuo didn't want to talk about it, but after thinking about it, Bob has seen a lot in this business, and he has nothing to talk to other than Bob, "This The first encounter was a coincidence, anyway, there is time..."

He told Bob about what happened, and of course he withdrew many details, but even so, Bob still looked at him strangely after hearing him say, "You actually killed someone in front of an FBI."

He killed Mrs. Marbury, indeed in front of Feston, and in the sun, not in the dark as before, "You are sending yourself to Feston Al Qaeda, you have never Having taken such a risk, you must know that as long as this operation is a little bit worse, you may not be able to come back."

Bob's tone was not serious, but he blamed Ian for taking risks all the time, which violated the principles of his actions. People like him should not take risks. In fact, he should be more careful, as careful as possible.

"You believe he can't do anything about you, and you jumped out of the helicopter with him, and he dared to trust you," Bob said while shaking his head, "and from what you said, he can use strong methods in the end." Detain you, but he didn't do that, Feston Al Qaeda is really not easy."

"He knows that to deal with people like you, unless you have a fatal blow, other means will only make you more vigilant, but now that he is treating you like this, you see, you have excluded him from the death list, and he is making you relax your vigilance , that's his purpose." Old Bob opened his alcoholic eyes, and there was some kind of worry in the cloudiness.