Love Killer

"Feng Zhannuo." Fieston pointed a gun at him, calling his name in a low voice.

As his voice fell, scenes flashed before his eyes, Feng Zhannuo squinted his eyes, "Unfortunately, this play is over."

Throwing away the empty magazine, he pulled out the gun from the corpse. In front of him, Feston's stone-like face looked horrifying, "It's really a pity."

After the words fell, he rushed towards him, Feng Zhannuo roared and rushed forward at the same time, by coincidence, neither of them chose to shoot, and under the impact of their fists, the expressions of both of them became ferocious, like two aggressive beasts , The door was closed when Feston came in, there was a violent knock on the door outside, Feston was punched by him, and at the same time he was strangled by Feston back.

"You're desperate!"

"Really? Don't say too much."

"You will be shot on the spot!"

"Then let them try."

"Sometimes I really want to kill you!" Feiston bit him on the neck, Feng Zhannuo was sure he must have seen blood, he punched Feiston's abdomen with all his strength in severe pain, and the man behind him groaned With a sound, the strength that strangled him did not decrease in the slightest.

His hand reached into his coat, Feng Zhannuo panted, "What are you doing?"

"Very good, you brought it." Feston raised his hand and hit the wall, and the glass on the wall burst. He threw him out of the window. When the ST team members broke open the door and came in, they saw the ghost like a ghost. It fell into the air like a big black bird.

During the rapid fall, the spring hook hit the window sill, using inertia to break through the window glass downstairs, Feng Zhannuo jumped into the floor.

Someone still intercepted and shot several FBIs. No one was his opponent. The ST team was still on the top floor. Finally, Feng Zhannuo rushed out of the building. Before leaving, he looked back at the tall building.

He couldn't understand what Feston did. He confirmed that he still had tools to climb over the wall, and then he threw him off the building. This man...

As if he could still feel the gaze from the top floor, Feng Zhannuo put away his gun, patted his sleeves, and quickly blended into the crowd.

High up, the strong wind on the top floor kept blowing, and there was still a piece of broken glass under Feston's feet. The messy scene marked the vicious fight at the previous moment. He watched downstairs, facing his silent back, and the team members behind him were silent for a while. Not sure what they saw, the ghost fell down and died?They still don't know what's going on downstairs, but they are still caught in surprise and unable to recover.

"Have someone take care of the corpse." Fieston turned and walked out of the room, his steady pace eventually became disordered, a depression was smashed into the wall of the corridor, and the name Feng Zhannuo slammed along with the pain on his joints. Squeeze it into your head.

He knew that he had just made a wrong decision, and perhaps the person who made him make the mistake was the biggest problem.

Temple is dead, and the FBI Deputy Director is murdered in Chicago!Everyone inside the FBI was shocked, and Director Falcaf quickly rushed from Washington to Chicago.

"This is a big embarrassment for the FBI. Our deputy director was assassinated on his own territory! Who will tell me how this happened! Where is the killer? Why didn't he catch the killer?! The ST team is in What is Feston Al Qaeda doing in this building?! Let him come to see me!"

With a heavy slap on the desk, Fukafu was furious. From the surveillance video, only a few back figures were found. The ghost-like killer only showed a few short faces. All the key evidence was in the hands of the ST team, which was retrieved by Feston in advance, such as the security inspection video when entering the door.

The office building entered a state of alert, and personnel from various departments returned to their positions one after another. They spared no effort to investigate this incident. There were two more guards in front of the office temporarily used by Forkaf. Without letting him sit down, "Can you tell me what's going on, Feston?"

Folkoff pushed down his glasses. His position was directly appointed by the president. Now that something like this happened, he must give an explanation to his superiors. Before that, everything that happened here must be temporarily kept secret from the public.

"The bullet has been taken out. I believe it won't take long to get useful data, but the other party is a top-notch killer, and it will take time to capture him." Standing in the office, Feston told the truth about the current situation. Very dissatisfied with his attitude.

"The government allocates nearly 20 billion yuan each year for our investigation bureau, but we all know that this is not enough. I am personally grateful for the contribution of Aedas Group for this, so I also asked you to set up the ST group and return it to you The authority has dispatched elites from various departments to assist you." Fukoff's lean face was covered with dense fine lines, and he pushed his glasses on his hooked nose again.

He whispered, like a warning, "It's time for you to report back. The CIA and NSA are waiting to see the outcome of the incident. You have taken credit from them many times before, and now they are waiting." Watching our jokes, you know what to do."

"As I said, it will take time." Feston still said the same thing, and Folkoff was even more dissatisfied, "I haven't asked you to sit down, Feston Al Qaeda!"

Feston not only sat down on the sofa, but also smoked a cigarette, "I want to know why Temple died, but it's actually very simple. You should be the one who knows the most, Director Fokoff."

Fukoff raised his head suddenly, his eyes behind the lens were angry, "What did you say?!"

"The incident started with a missing ledger. This ledger was related to an arms deal. It was a food chain. I found one link, and the ledger was the other link that was lost. But coincidentally, in Las Vegas I When I saw the batch of guns recorded in the ledger, I was only one step away from finding out its source, and at this moment, one of my friends was kidnapped, and the other party threatened me so that I would not let me continue the investigation." Fei Ston's eyes penetrated the thin smoke, and Chief Folkoff's face froze when he saw him.

"Hope your friend is okay," turned into gentle condolences, and Fukoff wiped his glasses with a spectacle cloth, "but I'm asking about Tambur's death, he is my deputy, you must bring that killer to justice , execute on the spot when necessary, you are responsible for this matter."

"I haven't finished my words yet." Felston stood up, and a heavy pressure suddenly approached, and Folkoff stopped cleaning his glasses, "What else do you have to say, Agent Al Qaeda?"

"Although the ledger is not there, I found out that the people who intend to prevent me from investigating and carrying out the kidnapping are the people in our bureau." Felston approached step by step, and Fukov laughed a few times, "Are you kidding? We don't If there is such a thing, they are afraid of you and call you Caesar, even I know it."

Two documents were thrown on the table, "This is what I found from the people who were detained before the shooting happened the day before yesterday. They used to be people in the system, and now they have resigned or been fired, and the things they did All under the orders of Deputy Commissioner Temple."

Feston's words finally caught Folkoff's attention. He immediately put on his glasses and took the certificate in his hand. Feston looked at him and smiled coldly, "As the deputy director, Temple would actually interfere with Chicago's affairs in Washington. thing, isn't that weird?"

"You mean Temple—" Folkoff didn't seem to understand.

"There are a certain amount of illegal firearms collected from various places every year. They are all piled up in the warehouse, but as long as they are turned over, these arms are money. A certain number of guns have been lost in the warehouse. This happens every year, but it It is never announced to the public. I sent people to find out the accounts set up by Tambur in several countries such as Switzerland. A certain amount of money is transferred to them every month. That is to say, some of the firearms in circulation on the market flow out of the FBI. , First confiscated, then sold secretly through the black market, and then confiscated again after a period of time, a good way to raise money."

With black hair and bright eyes, Feston walked to the desk and threw down a stack of papers, which listed the account name, amount, and transfer date. Fukoff seemed to lose his response, and took a long time to pat the table, "Tan Bull bastard!"

"He actually used the resources in the bureau to make money. This batch of arms went out to disrupt the black market. Maybe other arms dealers knew about it, so they sent someone to deal with him. He is looking for death!" Folkoff said. Holding the paper in his hand, his face was full of anger.

It's no wonder that Fukoff reacted so strongly when his deputy did such a thing, but Feston slowly took a breath, "As the director, you really don't know what Tanbul did?"

Folkoff's face immediately became ugly, and Feston put out the cigarette butt in the ashtray on the table, "Tember is the deputy director, if you want to transfer the warehouse firearms, you must get the consent of the director if the number exceeds a certain amount... You already knew about Tambur's death, Chief Folkoff, this woman is your personal secretary, 3000 million was transferred into her account in a short period of time, and transferred out within three days."

He took out a photo, and the woman on it was the one with Feng Zhannuo in the bar. When Fukov saw her photo, his expression changed completely, and sweat oozes from those dense wrinkles, "Fei Don't go too far, Ston, you have too much meddling in things, even if the FBI needs the sponsorship of the Al-Qaeda Group, don't forget that the Al-Qaeda Group also needs the support and assistance of the FBI to solve the trouble..."

"That's why we need to help each other." Feston's eyes were terrifying, "You are afraid that if I find out what Tanbul did with your acquiescence, it will eventually affect your future, and let people find a killer to deal with him. Once this scandal comes, no one will know about it, but you are wrong about one thing."

"What?" Folkoff couldn't help asking.

"You can't solve that killer. I'm sure you can't. He knows that you are the client, and what you want to do now is to get rid of him. You are not far from death." Fukoff knew that Feston Never bluffing, his words sounded so sure he had to believe them.

"You want me not to touch him? But it's too late, I've already sent someone—" Folkoff stopped his words, trying to calm down, "Faston, I want to hear your opinion, do you think I should what to do?"

Hearing Fukov's unfinished words, Feston's eyes immediately lowered the temperature, and his voice became stiff together, "Don't meddle in this case, leave this matter to me, this is your only choice now."

This is his purpose, "You keep your position as director, and I will solve everything. I know how to do it in public."

"But..." Poof, scalding hot, a bullet brushed past Folkoff's ear and embedded itself in the wooden desk.

There is a bullet hole in the window, "He is here?!" There are no tall buildings on the opposite side, except diagonally opposite, that distance to here... nearly a thousand meters!How can it be? !Folkoff turned livid.

Wind show promise!A light flashed in Feston's eyes.

"Remember—this is his warning." He rushed out of the office quickly, dialed the phone, and it was still busy, ignoring the surprised eyes around him, he drove towards the tall building.