Love Killer

He was no longer in his usual suit and leather shoes, and kept his composure. The laughing man was sweating. It was not the first time Jonathan had learned the lesson. He laughed a few times, and suddenly understood, and stood up straight, "The reason for the last bombing?" Is it the boss's house?!"

"Boss was attacked!" Shocked, Hans almost dropped the coffee in his hand.

"The ghost was almost arrested, he was thrown downstairs by the boss, we are still guessing why he didn't make any movement..."

"This time it's a bomb, I don't know what it will be next time! This is a warning to the boss!"

After the bombing, the team members also discussed that the direction was Feston’s residence. They also speculated about various possibilities, but they never thought that a certain possibility would become true. As the head of the ST team, of course there is The right to let the police go back and not investigate, so there is no report on yesterday's bombing.

Because they didn't know the truth, the team members misunderstood some things. From an outsider's point of view, it was just like this, and Feston didn't explain much.

Derek frowned, "Why didn't you tell us, we don't know at all, boss, if you're hiding it from us because of what happened last time, it's completely unnecessary."

"Anyway, I agree with the boss's point of view. It is my luck to meet such a boss." Stopping the pen in his hand, Hans stood up from his seat, "Only by breaking the rules can we compete with criminals. This is where our FBI loses." On the other hand, the opponent doesn't talk about fairness, but we have to be bound by the orders of our superiors..."

"But if everyone ignores the laws and regulations and breaks the rules, isn't it going to be a mess?" Finally, some people raised objections. This was the first time they discussed Feston's hiring of killers in this way.

"It's not completely breaking the rules, isn't this a special case? Don't forget what our department is called, why is it a special operations team, of course it is for special incidents, if it is exactly the same as other departments, then what are we still doing here?" Of course There are also people who fully support Feston's approach.

"But you can't use this as an excuse every time, we are the FBI, not a mafia gang..."

"It's just one time, and it's nothing. Chief Folkoff didn't ask someone to conduct an internal investigation, which means he agrees with the boss's approach."

"I have been a spy before, and I want to say that the boss's actions are not excessive. In order to achieve the goal, any sacrifice is allowed... It is not the same as ignoring the law when some upper-level people play tricks."

Everyone put forward their own opinions, and the atmosphere gradually became tense. The opinions were divided into three factions, some accepted it, some could not accept it, and some were on the sidelines. Derek slapped the table amidst the discussion, "That's why we have a Leaders, define our boundaries!"

That's right, Jonathan waved his fist, "I don't know what everyone thinks, but I'm proud to be a member of the ST team!"

Hans immediately responded, "Me too!" He raised his hand.

"Me too." Someone then raised his hand.

"Count me in." One hand was raised, some hesitated, some smiled.

Standing at the desk and watching the confession of his subordinates, drawing a conclusion for that incident, Fieston loosened his tie, and his eyes swept over their faces one by one, "Are you finished? Then it's my turn to speak.

All the knitting discussions suddenly fell silent. He passed in front of them and poured himself a cup of hot coffee, "Anyone who thinks I am wrong can submit a job transfer report to me, and I will approve it and let him return to the original department." ’” He doesn’t hold subordinates accountable for his actions.

"But before the job change, as long as you are still a member of the ST team, you must listen to me and continue to investigate the case!" Shen Shen's voice fell, and the gaze sharper than the eagle was unstoppable, and everyone nodded unconsciously .

"Now, first, send people to the explosion site to collect clues, and second, interrogate the killers, you can ask whatever you want, no matter what you ask, no matter how small, you will record it all for me, I heard Is it?" A thunderous voice exploded.

"Yes! Boss!" Replied in unison, this is Caesar's prestige.Even if someone questions it, no one intends to go against his decision.

Derek felt excited from the bottom of his heart. He first called other departments and sent people to Feston's house to collect clues. Jonathan squeezed beside him, "Hey, who has been to the boss's house?"

"No one has been there, and no one has seen it. Is this the address?" Hans asked in a low voice, pulling out the address from Derek's hand, "The location where the boss lives is really not cheap!"

Feston was about to take people to collect evidence, and when he walked to the door, Hans yelled too loudly and was heard by him, "Who wants to visit?"

"Me!" Several people raised their hands together, he nodded and stepped out the door, "The grass at the door needs to be cleaned, you can come over in a few days." To clean up the scene.

"No way, boss—" Jonathan wailed, Hans sighed, the phone rang, and Derek picked it up, his smiling expression suddenly froze, "What did you say?!"

Feston retracted his step, and Derek put down the phone with a solemn expression, "Boss, those suspects who were suspected of being killers all committed suicide in prison."

Feston's expression changed, "Everyone?"

"Well, everyone." Gritting his teeth and pinching the microphone, Derek nodded slowly, "Some killers have special teeth installed in their mouths, but no one is using this method now, we were negligent, I didn't expect In this case, they will kill themselves, it seems that they are not the same as ordinary professional killers."

For some unusual killers, Feston understood how Feng Zhannuo got in touch with the outside world, he could install special poisons, and of course he could also install other things. It can also hide communication tools.

Hiding poison in the teeth and killing oneself when necessary is a common method used by killers in the past, but if the production is not sophisticated enough, the poison may be broken unintentionally, or the poison may be leaked due to broken teeth during the fight, so Lethal, so this method has been deprecated.

If it wasn't for the installation of communication tools, would Feng Zhannuo have hidden poison in his teeth... Thinking of this possibility, Feston frowned even deeper.

A mysterious killer is like a bottomless abyss, which makes him sink step by step, and he can't extricate himself now. Facing the distrust of his subordinates and the danger of the team's belief being disintegrated, Feston will still think of those things in his mind. Zhang can rival the smiling face of the sun, but behind the sun is full of shadows.

He wanted to erase the shadow, but couldn't do it.

"Find out the connection between these killers! Find out which organization is related to them! Immediately lead someone to arrest the administrator Bob, and bring him in for questioning!" Even though there is no strong evidence to arrest people for the time being, Feston still went down. this decision.

Wind show promise!Where else can you sneak this time? !Don't you want to disappear from my presence!

In the office, Caesar stood alone, with a tight jaw and cold gray eyes.

The deaths of several killers had nothing to do with the outside world, and their deaths were silent.

For ordinary people, they do not exist, but Hecate, as an intelligence organization, got the news very quickly. Of course, Feng Zhannuo knew it immediately. The news came from Stephanie's phone call, "They are dead, Yi kindness."

"...Really, why don't I feel surprised." After a few seconds of silence, he replied. In the empty room, there was dry sweat all around the fitness equipment. In the room without air conditioning, he continued to exercise.

Stephanie heard his panting, "Sorry, I should ask, did I bother you?" Her question was ambiguous.

"You can come and bother me yourself." He replied briskly, sweat dripping from his forehead, the microphone was put aside, he raised the pure black barbell, and the heavy metal iron went up and down rhythmically with his movements.

"Don't make fun of me, I'm very surprised, you didn't go out to find someone for entertainment, according to my information, you have to find someone to relax after you finish the task, this time back to Chicago, since you came home, you haven't gone out , I hope it's not what I thought...you and that FBI..."

"Stephanie, it suddenly occurred to me that no one has broken into Hecate's security system for a long time, do you need me to give you some advice." Click, that was the sound of equipment being put down, and it was a bit like a bullet being loaded.

Stephanie was silent for a moment on the other end of the phone, "Ian, I sent someone to rescue you at the time, but my people reported later that you seemed to be covering that policeman on purpose, so I called you specifically to confirm this, by the way I tell you, those people are dead."

"Do you want me to be responsible for the deaths of those people, or do you want to pry into my private affairs?" Either way, it's impossible.

"That policeman is your private matter?" Stephanie's answer was sharp, "I hope not, the FBI is looking for trouble for me, I can't let him investigate, have you not contacted Bob recently? He is wanted by the police , has left Chicago."

"What did you say?!" Feng Zhannuo picked up the microphone.

"The FBI wants to arrest him for questioning. In order to avoid the limelight, he temporarily left Chicago. His hotel was seized and everyone on his site was arrested. How can you keep him there!" Stephanie's tone became fierce. .

"I think I helped you wrong this time. It will be my turn after Bob. Feston Al-Qaeda is indeed difficult to deal with, but you should know that Hecate is not easy to mess with either!" She sneered.