Love Killer

"Stephanie!" he said to the phone, but the other end hung up.

The barbell hit the ground heavily, and there was a dent on the floor. Feng Zhannuo reluctantly moved the corner of his mouth. He could smile at any time, and a smile is also a weapon, but now he can't.

Feston actually confronted Hecate directly. As long as he finds Hecate, he should know what kind of intelligence organization this is. He is the head of the ST team. He should know better than others that Hecate's power cannot be casually Against.

What's wrong with your brain?Feston?He should have laughed at the opponent's mistake, but at the same time Feng Zhannuo also knew the reason why Fieston did it.

The reason is him.

Following the clue of Hecate, he will find him.

Picking up the towel on the floor, he wiped off his sweat. The full-length mirror in the bathroom reflected the large and small wounds and scars on his body. Some people counted them, but their number was always increasing. Turn on the shower, After taking a shower, he pulled on his pants and stuck the gun in his back.

With brisk and steady steps and a charming smile on his lips, the ghostly man left his apartment.

There is a breeze, the sun is strong, and the clouds in the sky are also very thick, but it might blow up at any time. Sitting in the car, Feng Zhannuo is doing something he has never done before. Looking out from the car window, the streets are Some of the crowd passed by in a hurry, some aimlessly, and Feston was very conspicuous in the crowd.

The black Audi he drives is not considered luxurious for the heirs of the Al-Qaeda Group, and the model can be considered very civilian, but the salary of a federal police officer is not high, so he must think that he is already low-key enough, and I am afraid he has not noticed other people Look at his eyes.

Getting out of the car, Feng Zhannuo went upstairs with his bag, found a good position, and assembled his Breser, all movements were precise.

The car entered the garage, the FBI branch building. From the sniper scope, he could clearly see Feston coming out of the elevator. When he saw him pass the glass window, Feng Zhannuo pulled the trigger.

The bullet passed through the window and hit the wall on the side of Feston. With a silent shot, the man in the front sight suddenly turned his head and looked out of the window. The silhouette was deeper than he remembered. Under the deep eyebrows, his eyes were like a bird of prey searching for a target, accurate to find his direction.

That expression is indescribable.

Through the scope, Feston seemed to be standing in front of him, with bushy eyebrows and a tense jaw like a chisel. This was the first time that Feng Zhannuo did not wait for a target to appear in order to kill. He had already issued a warning, and the goal was achieved. , He didn't look any more, put away his sniper rifle and withdrew from the building opposite the FBI.

The bullet left a bullet hole on the tempered glass. Fieston hurriedly walked a few steps to the window. The opposite floor was out of reach. He could vaguely see a flash of light. He knew who it was and punched the window glass , Feston's entire face was as cold as iron.

He was sure that Feng Zhannuo didn't want to kill him, but what did he want to do by appearing in this way? !Not enough trouble? !

Cracks spread out along the bullet holes in the glass, and someone around found the bullets on the wall, "No! There are snipers on the other side!"

There was a lot of noise and chaos, "The boss has been attacked! Someone was assassinated!"

"I led people to block the floor, the bullets came from outside, you took people to the scene?!" Jonathan and Derek determined the way of action in the confusion.

Feston, who was supposed to arrange the deployment, didn't seem to have heard all this. He was still standing at the window. Anyone would think that he was angry at the killer's rampant. deep smile.

At least he's still in Chicago.

He dug out the bullet from the wall, and Felston put it in his pocket, "Hans, let everyone gather."

"But--"

"I know who the murderer is, so there's no need to waste time on this matter." Seeing him put away the evidence with his own eyes, Hans couldn't understand what Feston said, so, "Boss said he knew who it was, could it be a ghost? But with his Marksmanship..." How could the shot miss?

Feston had already turned around and left. No one answered Hans' question, and the others couldn't figure it out when they returned from the team. There may be only one answer, because the opponent is a ghost. To provoke such a killer, their leader Feston , will face continuous death threats, and be under the fear of death every moment.

"First the grenade bomb, then the sniping, no matter whether it was done by some organization or the ghost himself, this is not a fun game." Derek's words were heavy, and then someone whispered, "It's all because of the boss Crossing the line in that way..."

Although the words were not finished, everyone understood what he wanted to say, because Feston designed the ghost in an extraordinary way, and he was not able to completely arrest him, so he encountered the current situation.

"Stop it." A lot of people don't like the subject, including Derek.

Feston was very clear about the current situation, but he couldn't even explain how he came to this point. When he returned to the office, he took out the bullet from his pocket, which seemed to be still warm, and held the bullet. For the bullet, he could think of Feng Zhannuo's expression when he shot, and he gradually had an idea of ​​the purpose of shooting him.

But nothing changed. The FBI's pursuit of Bob continued. Bob had to rely on the power of Hecate to evade tracking, and detected the type of grenade from the grass in front of Feston's house to trace the source of the arms. The FBI's large-scale operations have greatly hindered Hecate's intelligence tentacles extending in the United States.

At the same time, Feston went to and from get off work as usual, and the bullets always hit things near him from unexpected directions, sometimes it was the wall, sometimes it was the folder that was erected, and sometimes he just picked up the coffee. cup, the next second the cup shattered and the bullet embedded in the desk.

As if to give the killer a chance to kill him, some people commented like this.

Feston's attitude towards this matter is also very strange. He didn't order the search, and when the team members hunted down the killer on their own for the face of the FBI, he didn't stop him. Staying near him for a long time, Jonathan once watched the bullet pass by the tip of his nose with his own eyes, but Feston was completely indifferent to it.

this day.

Click, the face of the watch was grazed by the bullet, shattered, and the bullet that flew diagonally bounced off, grazed Felston's shoulder and hit the wall behind him, just inches behind his neck.

"Ghost—" Jonathan moaned in the office, "when will he stop, boss, when will he stop?" he couldn't help shouting.

"I took people to ambush in all the buildings that could be shot, and none of them succeeded. Could it be that he is really a ghost..." Derek almost lost his mind and said to himself, his face darkened.

Everyone's nerves are tense all the time, and they are about to break. Only one person is still handling the case at hand, everything is step by step, without any change. Seeing Feston like this, some people can't bear it anymore. "I want to write a job change report, no normal person can endure this kind of work environment!"

Everyone looked at him, and Clyde, who shouted this sentence, turned his head away, "Are we all crazy? We are threatened by a killer every day, and our boss doesn't respond! Why don't we catch that killer!"

"It's not that I won't catch it, it's that I can't catch it." Jonathan smiled wryly in a low voice, Hans glanced at Clyde, "Don't you know that you acted together? And it was Feston who was threatened, the boss didn't say anything , are you still afraid of death?"

Clyde was speechless, and Feston stood up and carried his coat, "After finishing the job transfer application, put it on my desk." After speaking, he left directly.

Everyone in the office looked at Clyde. He lowered his head and clenched his fists tightly. "I admit it was a momentary remark, but didn't you see, the boss doesn't care at all." He shook his head heavily.

If Feng Zhannuo was here, he would laugh. Maybe Feston is easy to misunderstand people like this, but the fact is not the case, otherwise Feston would not leave early, it is precisely because he knows that his target is only him. one.

Back in the car, follow his actions, today is still some time before get off work, but Fieston didn't go back directly, it seems that he not only wants to let his subordinates take a breather, but also has other destinations.

Feng Zhannuo looked at the date, and he knew where he was going. Following the traffic, the destination was indeed the Academy of Art. Today is the date written in Will's invitation letter, the prom.

The formal ball only started at night, but it is already very lively now, with the sound of music, singing, and various small groups gathered in the open space of the square. Some people wear weird makeup, and some people wear Renaissance costumes. Student spontaneous masquerade.

The receptionist at the door held a mask in his hand, and Feng Zhannuo mixed into the crowd.