Love Killer

The members of the ST team were like sculptures one by one, not knowing what mood to use to face their leader.

Some people have not let go of this matter, and some people have mixed feelings. They have stepped on the border, but none of them are as firm and firm as their boss. It is unrealistic for all team members to immediately digest these words that Fieston said Yes, it takes a process.

Trust cannot be established overnight, but it will be destroyed overnight. After cracks, various contradictions will appear in daily life, but fortunately, the prestige established by Feston will always exist. After all, he is Feston Al Qaeda, known as Caesar, his superb marksmanship, his judgment and decisiveness are obvious to all.

In the days that followed, they began to deal with the murder of FBI deputy director Tanbul. In fact, everyone knew who the murderer was, but the difficulty was how to find the ghost, and how to kill him with his inhuman magical marksmanship. arrest.

One thing reassures everyone, at least their boss has the ability to deal with the ghost, "It was a pity at that time, when the ghost was fighting with the boss, he was thrown from the upstairs by the boss, if he was not lucky, he would be dead now .”

Jonathan was sipping coffee while writing the record report at the time. This was not submitted to the upper management, but a document used by the ST team for filing. Derek frowned behind the desk opposite, "But he didn't die, And he will definitely hold grudges, he will come back, and the boss will be his first target of revenge."

Since Feston said that to them that day, the atmosphere in the office has been a little abnormal. Since the FBI was officially established in 1935, all field personnel have followed the principle that orders from their superiors are everything. No one said that like Feston Such a remark can be said to be maverick to the extreme.

The members of the ST team were somewhat thinking about what they said. They had never met a boss like Feston, just like they once felt. When they questioned the way this man did things, they would immediately Feel the admiration that doubles as a question.

This is not to say that the trust that was once unquestioned just came back, but Feston did write the report and put all his actions in the report and submitted it to Director Fokoff, regardless of whether his previous actions were correct. , This courage and manly approach convinced everyone.

"Boss is really an incomprehensible person." Hans buried himself in typing in his seat. In the past two years, everything has started to be digitalized. The office has just had a network not long ago. He is writing emails, looking for clues from the bank, and taking time Say something.

"In my opinion, he is as mysterious as a ghost." Jonathan turned his gaze to the empty seat in the corner.

There were piles of various archives and documents, and the ashtray at the corner of the table was already full of cigarette butts, and the ash was spilled from the edge onto the table, and Feston was not in his place.

"Have you heard that Director Folkoff handed over the case to our team, and then the day before yesterday when the boss went to hand in the report, it was like nothing happened, and it was the same when he came out. Director Folkoff didn't pursue it This matter." Putting down the coffee cup, Jonathan felt incredible.

"What? That's Chief Folkoff, an iron cock who cares about everything including funding. He didn't even pursue the matter of the boss. I thought there would be an internal investigation in the next few days!" Someone watched Looking around, he cried out in a low voice.

"Don't forget what the boss said, the reason why this ST group is called ST group is not without a reason." A member from the other direction noticed the subtleties.

The status of the ST group in the entire FBI system is intriguing. Feston Al-Qaeda, who leads them, let the team members understand his personality, but at the same time, everyone's impression of him has been shrouded in another layer. fog.

"Who saw the portrait puzzle I made? That ghost sketch?" Flipping through the file folder, Derek opened the drawer and continued to search, "The boss was not satisfied with that one after several times, and finally there is a usable one. ..."

"Search carefully, you must have stuffed it somewhere randomly, you better pray to God that it doesn't get caught in the shredder, or you will have to make a new copy." Jonathan put down his coffee and searched with him, despite his mouth He was gloating, but he knew the importance of this thing.

Derek sighed bitterly, "That's impossible, the ghost's appearance is very special, but his charm is too difficult to catch, I don't think I can do it all over again, the wanted documents have been prepared long ago, only one portrait."

"Let's help." The others put down what they were doing.

A portrait, just a piece of paper, may be caught in any file. Everyone sorted out the things on their desks. The whole office was turned upside down, except for Feston's seat, where there were many files, but out of awe of him, no one dared to touch them at will.

"Could it be at the boss's place?" This was the only hope, Derek stared at the desk, and the others shook their heads, "What does the boss want that sketch to do? You are responsible for issuing the wanted documents. I'll leave it to you, how can I take it back?"

"Now he and the ghost are at odds," Jonathan held his chin, "so take his sketch to practice shooting, do you think it's possible?"

"The boss went to the shooting range, Derek, why don't you go there and ask him?" Someone joked, and in exchange for Derek's fist, he really couldn't laugh, "Who will tell me how to issue a wanted warrant without a photo?"

No one could do anything about it. In the end, Derek re-discovered the records left before, and put the sketch that Feston had regarded as garbage on the page of the wanted notice. The person on it was indeed somewhat similar to Feng Zhannuo, but Lacking verve, as Derek had expected, they're just sketches that don't look like much.

In 1995, they made great breakthroughs in technology, but even the FBI's analysis department often made mistakes, and the cutting-edge high technology had not yet taken shape.

When the FBI branch building was invaded, the closed-circuit television took pictures, but there was still no frontal image, at most there was only a blurred side face. Feng Zhan Nuo mostly took the safe passage, and everything was in his plan.

When the members of the ST team were at a loss, Feng Zhannuo made a new discovery at Feston's home.

This thing was not what he expected. In the evening, he accidentally saw a crumpled sketch in the wastebasket. The person on it was him. As he once knew, the FBI reshaped his portrait , but this one is the original.

Feston left behind this portrait, which represents...

"You should have been more careful." A voice came from behind, and Feston was standing at the door. It seemed that he had stood there for a while, Feng Zhannuo turned around and held up the paper in his hand, "You took it off, your The subordinates didn't notice?"

"Not yet." Taking out the lighter, the ball of paper was reduced to ashes in the flames, and Feston put down his briefcase and sat on the sofa.

Feng Zhannuo raised his eyebrows. It was getting dark outside, and the lights in the room were not turned on. He stood in the shadows, "If you let your subordinates know about this, I don't know what they will think... While issuing the arrest warrant, On the one hand, he hid the criminal in his own home."

"If you don't do that, I don't have to hide the truth. Don't make me feel guilty. It's you who caused all this." The smell of gunpowder left on Feston's body diffused in the air. He went to the shooting range and fired a hundred rounds. Talking is also like being stuffed with gunpowder, this smell is familiar to Feng Zhannuo.

"Now you're starting to complain about me?" Ghost's footsteps were almost silent, and he didn't know when he walked behind Feston, "I didn't ask you to do this, Caesar..."

Looking down at the slightly tired Feston, Feng Zhannuo called out that Caesar was not joking at all, "I don't want to owe anyone, you don't have to do this, they can't do anything to me."

Feston raised his hand, "What I want to do is my business."

He looks a bit tired. The members of the ST team know what Feston is busy with these days. Chief Folkoff is still in the branch. Dealing with the media has also become an essential thing.

"I saw it on TV, saying that Tanbuer died of myocardial infarction, caused by overwork, well thought out, a good excuse to whitewash the peace," Feng Zhannuo stood behind the sofa, leaning on the back, his tone full of admiration, "But I don't think many women pay attention to how Temple died. You look like a superstar on camera."

"Thank you for the compliment." Feston didn't pay much attention to TV, and of course he didn't care about magazine reports naming him a new generation of police representatives. "I shouldn't be on TV. It's not good for work."

"But you have to give the public an explanation. It's up to you to cover up this scandal and make Tambor's death look decent. Fokoff must be very happy to throw trouble at you." All of these were caused by Feng Zhannuo, he said These are plain words.

What really made him uneasy was Feston, who chose a way that was good for both of them to cut off contact, but Feston's actions made their relationship more difficult to sort out, and he did it so impeccably .

A good killer not only needs to have superb marksmanship, insight and wisdom are sometimes more important than marksmanship, Feng Zhannuo does not deny that he is a suspicious person, it is this kind of suspicion that allows him to live with ease in dangerous missions again and again down.

So when he found himself in Festonbu's game, he didn't panic at all, because he had already prepared the recording in his hand.

But from then to now, Feston's words and deeds are telling him the fact that he—— Feston Al Qaeda, is serious this time, otherwise he wouldn't be dealing with this pile of things for him almost non-stop. mess.

"I convinced you..." Not knowing what expression to make, he picked up an unfinished cigarette from the ashtray at hand, and Feng Zhannuo was immediately surrounded by the strong smell of tobacco.

Feston didn't miss his whisper, raised his shoulders in the darkness and held the murderous hand, he sat on the sofa, Feng Zhannuo leaned behind the sofa, the two faced each other, in Feston The fingers in the palm were gradually eroded by the heat.