Love Killer

It's impossible, for anyone, to have no fingerprints on a used gun.

FBI Division, Office.

"It has the same traces of use as the gun we got at the crime scene. It matches the caliber of the bullet on the corpse, and its ballistic response is exactly the same. But if you want to find fingerprints on it..." Derek shook his head and sighed. "I'm afraid I need the help of the devil."

He just came back from the laboratory. There was a black gun in a transparent plastic bag. He held it in his hand and flashed it in front of everyone. It was an ordinary 9mm pistol.

"Boss brought it back from the scene, and saw our 'Ghost Killer' use this gun with his own eyes, no fingerprints? How is it possible!" Jonathan took the plastic bag and looked over it, but didn't see anything special. .

Other members gathered around to pass the gun around, wondering, "Is he really a ghost? So there are no fingerprints?"

"Guys, don't forget that this is not the first time. There is also a gun next to Adam William's body, which also has no fingerprints!" The little Hans was proficient in various fraudulent methods, and he didn't believe it was possible. Gun thought hard, "No, he must have tampered with it." "What kind of hands and feet, wiped his fingerprints? Or put glue on his fingers?" Everyone knows the usual ways that gangsters may use to do things, Derek denied these speculations, "The above There are no fabric fibers, no glue residue, and if I ask you, it's been used by a ghost."

"Ghost, this title is too appropriate, but thanks to this guy, this arms case is now over." Meeting a strong enemy did not dampen their confidence, and there was an atmosphere of eagerness in the spacious office. When this evidence and that Ghost Killer were in progress, their team leader, Feston, was sitting in an office chair in the corner.

The seat is in an inconspicuous position, but he can see the whole situation at a glance. The central air conditioner blows cold air from above. His light blue shirt sleeves are rolled up, and he looks the same as yesterday. How much was left, he sat alone, facing the computer screen, as if thinking about something.

"Boss, you didn't call us in the sudden action last night. You seem to have stayed up all night. Is there any doubt about this case?" Observing details is a must for all detectives. Jonathan asked while flipping through his hand According to the information on the website, "Except for this ghost, we have verified all other relevant personnel. The body of Adam's mistress Lilith was also found yesterday. All that is left is to ask for help to catch those runners."

There should be nothing missing. Several people looked at their partners, and finally Derek asked, "Boss, since we know that this ghost killed someone, why didn't we arrest him? Even if there is no evidence, we can detain him for a while." .”

Everyone looked at Feston, and it seemed that Derek was not the only one who had this question. The cigarette butt was extinguished, and Feston drank the cold coffee on the table, "It's not easy to catch this big fish. There is no conclusive evidence for the matter, it is better to catch the little fish in front of you than to kill the fish."

Of course the big fish was referring to the killer, and the little fish was referring to Adam William, the arms dealer. Derek touched his nose, and the others laughed dryly.

A whole group, there are about dozens of people, most of them are criminals with a thick record, and they have been targeted by the local police for a long time. Adam's organization is far more than just a small fish. It seems to be of little value. I don't know what Adam William would think if he was alive.

In other words, this ghost has a higher value in Feston's eyes.

During the intense discussion in the FBI branch, Feng Zhannuo was holding a coffee cup, tasting the rich Italian flavor leisurely, his hands didn't look special.

Old Bob was looking at his hands, which were too beautiful for a killer, but if he didn't know what the young man in front of him was doing, he would say they were good for playing the piano.

But maybe guns and pianos belong to the same category in this guy's eyes. After all, killing people also pays attention to rhythm.

And his whole body looked pale, almost morbidly pale, but Bob didn't intend to ask why, he just remembered that there seemed to be some gang troubles in Las Vegas a few months ago, and seeing him all year round Out of the sun...he pondered.

Near Lakeside Boulevard, No.20 block.

The nearby area is a settlement of Hispanic people. There is a special building between Racine Street, which looks very special among the dilapidated apartments around it. The noon sun is too strong, and the people inside put down the curtains.

"Why didn't you shoot at that time?" Compared with the guarded hotel, Old Bob's own residence is quite luxurious, with light golden curtains hanging down on the dark brown floor, and he sat back in the seat facing the window, with a desk in front of him , but with wine bottles on it.

"At that time? He didn't shoot me." Feng Zhannuo crossed his legs and adjusted his sitting position on the soft sofa, "And you should know that I will not kill an FBI unless it is absolutely necessary, especially FBI like him."

"Which?" Old Bob shook his head pretending to be confused, filled the cup in front of him with wine and put the cap on it, Feng Zhannuo drank the coffee in one gulp, and didn't need to answer, in fact, they all knew Feston Kaida A formidable and difficult opponent.

"Be careful, Ian." After a period of silence, the alcoholic blush on Bob's face receded, and a gleam flashed in his cloudy eyes, "I've seen this kind of policeman, they're like hounds, like eagles , sometimes it will be hyenas in the forest, you have to be careful, otherwise you will be eaten by them if you are not careful."

"Eat a ghost? That depends on whether he has the luck." Feng Zhannuo has been a killer for many years, and Feng Zhannuo has already passed the period of grass and trees. It's not that he hasn't dealt with the police, but Bob doesn't think so.

"You didn't kill Barton, I saw it, his wound was not fatal, you left him on purpose, you gave him to Feston Al Qaeda as a gift, you want Adam William's case to be settled quickly , but even if you do this, Feston Al Qaeda will not thank you."

Regarding Bob's warning, the young man in front of him made an expression of indifference. People who don't know him will definitely believe his performance at the moment, but it can be said that the old Bob who watched him become the ghost he is today is not happy. One would think that, from Noy to Ian, Nelson to Wellington, "The Specter" could be anyone, have any name, and he was the best disguiser of all killers.

Who can see what is hidden under this smile?When you think you guess right, you must be close to death.

"How did you deal with Lilith's body?" Because the outside sunlight was blocked, the study room took on a dim yellow hue, as if it was approaching dusk, Feng Zhannuo suddenly asked him before leaving, and the warm hue cast on his face a shadow.

"Of course it will be handed over to the police, although I really want to drag her to feed the dogs, this is the only way to deal with it thoroughly." After hiccupping, Bob replied as if it was no big deal. The temperature dropped suddenly, "Hey dog, isn't it too ugly?" He asked him with a smile, the cold light in his smile was stinging, and Bob's wine immediately sobered up a lot, "Hey, boy, you were the one who killed, don't Now pretend to be kind, people like us don’t care about feelings, and whoever does, will die.”

"I killed the person, so what?" Feng Zhannuo frowned unhappily, and the old Bob shrugged, "Whatever you say, killing her is self-defense, and at the same time, it can prevent the FBI from following her to investigate your past , since you've thought it all over, I don't think you need me to remind you."

Because of the nostalgia, he was the one who helped Lilith, but it was he who sighed and pulled the trigger, watching her die at his feet, watching the blood flow from her head, without even blinking, should I say he was nostalgic and sentimental, or Selfish and cruel?Bob has lived and known him for so many years, but he still dare not say that he knows "ghost".

He had mixed feelings for the young man in front of him. On the one hand, he admired him, but on the other hand he was also a little wary. He used to be the contact person in the middle, and old Bob knew that there were few killers who could survive.

So after he retired, he ran a small hotel to provide a place for killers who were injured or temporarily had nowhere to go. The dilapidated small hotel actually had everyone.

"Let's go." Waved to Bob, Feng Zhannuo didn't say where he was going, and the old Bob didn't ask, he walked a few steps, and the old man said meaningfully behind him, "Noy...today If you let others go, they may not necessarily let you go someday."

Feng Zhannuo smiled, and continued to walk outside, the sun was shining brightly outside, but in this windy city, it might be windy and rainy at any time, just like that day, no one knows what will happen the next moment.

He never thought that he would suddenly be interested that day, trying to tease an FBI with a kiss. If Feston Al Qaeda was not a federal agent, he would be happy to continue with him. That man has a rare and fully qualified figure, and in retrospect, their kiss was actually a tacit understanding.

Some people can determine whether the opponent is what they want by touching and kissing. Feng Zhannuo is very sure that as long as Barton and his men don't barge in, there is a high possibility that he and Feston will rub off on each other. The gun went off, and Barton's men showed up at the right time, which saved the embarrassment later.

He didn't want to get entangled with an FBI, it violated professional standards, and it wasn't good for him.

As for why Feston Al Qaeda was let go, why didn't he shoot?In fact, the answer is very simple, of course not because of the other party's superb kissing skills.

It's because he doesn't want to take risks.

He is not yet fully sure that he can kill him with a single shot. He has fought against him a few times. He believes that Feston Kaida has not fully exerted his strength. As for himself...Looking down at his hand, Bai In fact, there is a price to be paid for killing people. In order to complete the last mission, he almost starved to death in the tunnel.

His physical strength and eyesight have not fully recovered, which is why he dare not do it lightly.

Rubbing his fingertips, the corner of Feng Zhannuo's mouth curled into a satisfied smile. The things he left for the FBI are enough for them to worry about, and Feston Kaida...

He raised his head, the sky above his head was blue, the glaring sunlight made him feel hot all over his body, very similar to the accident at that time, when the palms of his hands moved on his body, he felt the same heat at that time, of course he could completely attribute it to the damned weather, But at the same time there is another answer for reference.

It's just that he doesn't want to think about it, he should completely forget it, yes, that was definitely a mistake.

He took a breath in annoyance...Damn it, he was actually touched by Feston at that time, if it wasn't for his stronger willpower than ordinary people, he would have been noticed on the spot.