Love Killer

That red mark looks like a bruise, maybe sometime recently?Jonathan didn't think of going anywhere else for a while. He was thinking about whether there was anything else that bothered him recently besides the case of Deputy Director Temple.

The media has already dealt with it, and there is no internal investigation of the tape incident. Although the team members still have complaints, and some people cannot accept this approach, at least they are still very obedient. I believe that as time goes by, everyone will understand. Then what else is worth the trouble of the boss?

He wanted to speak several times, but he didn’t know what to ask. In the end, he could only spread out the document, “Boss, there is no ghost among these people, and no one knows where he is. Not directly related, but there are a few people, I think their identities are suspicious, there must be something wrong with the administrator named Bob, but unfortunately there is nothing wrong with him, the old fox..."

"Hmm." Felston responded lightly.

So Jonathan told the situation again, including how to deploy and arrest people during the assault on the building yesterday. He was busy until midnight before going back. When it came to dry mouth, he realized that he was talking to himself alone. Fei Si Don didn't respond to him again.

"Boss?" He stopped tentatively, and Feston didn't ask him to continue. Jonathan was surprised that Caesar, who tended to be a workaholic, lost his mind when he was reporting work.

The air conditioner was not running, the windows were not open, and the air was stagnant. Feston stared out of the window through the blinds.

Usually he can concentrate and put all his thoughts on the case. Catching criminals is his hobby, but now, he doesn't listen to Jonathan's words at all, his resolute face is clouded, and his wrinkles are printed on the window glass. Baba's shirt, and a slightly stubbled chin.

Helicopters, machine guns, grenades... He didn't know how many "surprises" Feng Zhannuo would bring him, the damn surprises.

His jaw was tense, and Feston seemed to still have the picture of Feng Zhannuo leaving in front of him. There was a loud noise, and the strong iron chain was torn apart in the explosion. The smoke and dust gradually filled the air, and the flat grass suddenly changed beyond recognition.

The figure in the smoke and dust stood so gracefully, raising his hand to greet him, he seemed to see the smile flashing in those blue eyes.

He wanted to tear that smiling face into pieces!There shouldn't be any hesitation, he had long expected that this ghost named Feng Zhannuo would not compromise easily, and his nature was hard to change, let alone a killer like him.

From the moment he agreed to stay, Feng Zhannuo was completely cooperative. Now it seems that this is just another method he used to confuse people.

Gentle smile, calm conversation, this is how Feng Zhannuo greeted Feston when he came back from dealing with the matter at hand. He didn’t go home for a few days to rest and was busy dealing with the media, but when he returned home, You will see the ghost lying lazily on the sofa.

He seems to like the dark, or he is used to the dark, which is easier to hide, only the TV in the living room is on, the silent picture, the bluish light reflects the slender body, he is lying there, a little unkempt and lazy , which Feston had never seen before.

When he heard the sound of the door opening, he would quickly open one eye. He should have known it was him a long time ago, but he still had to confirm it with his own eyes. The warning light flashed by, then retreated slightly, and then it became a raised eyebrow as if greeting .

He completely regards this place as his own home, doing prone exercises on the floor, sweating and asking him for water, and even sneaking into his room in the middle of the night, at that time, hugging and kissing became the most direct reaction .

Feston didn't take the initiative to ask him to enter the bedroom. He knew the ghost's temper. Feng Zhannuo was definitely not a person who would do things according to other people's arrangements. He liked to play with his opponents, and only those who were of a high level would arouse his interest.

So Felston did nothing, waited for his prey to enter his domain, and in the middle of the night, when the killer, who was still verbally refusing to compromise at that time, stepped on his mattress dragging his chains around his wrists, he asked him to choose a room , and he chose his.

Day and night seem to be two worlds. At this time, don’t mention any topics that are likely to cause conflicts. If you have had close contact, a few more times are considered familiar. They don’t need to enter each other. They can also provide each other with the highest enjoyment and comfort. pleasure.

"There are still a lot of empty rooms." He welcomed his night visit, dragging his ankle that had just stepped on the mattress, and the fallen person fell directly on top of him, "but I like yours better." With a smile, Dangerous whispers.

He turned over and suppressed him, followed by a silent entanglement, no words needed, all feelings could be conveyed with the body, they seemed to be in a competition, who could restrain himself more, provocatively, but never touched the bottom line, just like in water Walking in the waves, trying not to get sucked into the whirlpool.

This is a great challenge to human will, and both of them enjoy this game, even if it is only for a few days, even though it is daytime, neither of them will mention it.

But this is not a game after all, so at that moment, Feng Zhannuo called him Caesar like that, and almost sighed, he seemed to hear his helplessness, a killer like the wind, and a ghost-like existence, his helplessness overwhelmed him touch.

From anyone's point of view, Feston is a man with a tough work style, and emotionally, he is also used to being in a dominant position. Perhaps the only time he backed down was at that time.

If Feng Zhannuo had made it to the end, maybe their situation would be different now, but the always cunning and quick-witted prey might have instinctively sensed the crisis and gave up the opportunity that was right in front of them.

Feng Zhannuo, a name that not many people know, a few syllables rolled in Felston's mouth, and now there was only a haze left in his eyes that were as bright as torches.

The sunlight outside the window was dazzling, and the office was noisy again. When Feston turned his head, his team members had already taken their positions. They looked at him with strange eyes, and anyone could feel that Feston was not right.

But no one came forward to ask, firstly because of the relationship between superiors and subordinates, which is a long-standing habit, and secondly because there was an additional layer of estrangement, and the impact of the tape incident had not yet dissipated.

"Boss, just now I have read the information collected by Jonathan, and I have confirmed the identities of those people. At least five or six of the people arrested in the hotel are professional killers. I didn't expect that there would be so many killers gathering in Chicago." Together." One of the members, Clyde kept tsk-tsk, and he was one of the few main members who was not affected.

"I said it must have something to do with ghosts. The manager of that hotel has a problem, but even Derek didn't find anything. Maybe there is a specific organization behind them to serve them, such as those documents and other things. , It’s not convenient for them to come forward, someone must be responsible.” Hans, who is proficient in forgery and fraud cases, said his own opinion, and the pen in his hand was spinning rapidly at his fingertips.

The topic was brought up by Hans, and others joined the discussion one after another. Jonathan forgot his previous doubts, and happily patted the folder on his hand, "Everyone, pay attention, although we don't have ghosts in our hands, so many killers are killed at once. It's not a trivial matter to arrest that, it's a big case!"

He beamed with joy, "With these professional killers, I think some cases can be closed."

"That's right. There are a bunch of unfinished cases in the file cabinet of the old case. Some of them may be done by professional killers. This time, so many killers were captured at once. Where did the boss get the clues? The evidence we have now is Is it?" Looking up from the pile of materials in his hand, Derek asked a crucial question.

Everyone quieted down again, and the heated discussion fell into a frozen situation. Do they have any evidence?When Feston asked Jonathan to make a surprise arrest, he didn't seem to present any evidence.

Jonathan scratched his head, his short brown hair was in a mess, "We should have evidence, boss?" If there is no evidence, he will be released.

In the end, everyone's eyes fell back on their leaders.

Believe in Feston's judgment. This seems to be a long-standing habit. He has never made a mistake. Even now that they have doubts about his arguments, they will still wait for Feston to speak. This is a habit. Cultivation is closely related to Feston's ability and prestige.

The man who had been watching their discussion returned to his seat, "Of course there is evidence." With a cold smile, "Send people to my house to collect evidence, the organization that provides services to the killer, if you find them, you can find clues."