Love Killer

Jonathan fully understood, the details he had noticed but not thought about before, the red marks on the back of Feston's neck, the cigarette butts overflowing from the ashtray, his obsession with ghosts, the mountains of folders and disappearing portrait sketch.

Also, so many times enough to kill people, but never shot any of them, the killing intent from the ghost, but never really hit them...

These are two men, and more importantly, one of them is their boss.

Their boss and ghost, this knowledge makes Jonathan at a loss, should he tell other companions about this?But once you know this, how will everyone react?

In the hospital, the lights in the emergency ward are very soft, and the lights outside the operating room have long since gone out. Feston’s operation has been completed. Knowing that he is fine, everyone is relieved, and most of them have gone back. Jonathan stood blankly alone. In the corridor, I met Derek who was walking by him.

"Fortunately, Clyde is fine, and Boss will be fine too." Derek's red hair looked orange-red under the light.

"Yeah, Boss is fine." Jonathan looked out of the window out of the corner of his eye, and there seemed to be someone downstairs.

Derek didn't pay attention, he looked at the ground, "... Hey, I want to say, I'm sorry to stop you at that time, maybe I was too obedient to the order, but this is our duty."

Derek raised his head and stared at Jonathan who didn't know what he was thinking, "You can't deny that although the situation is good now, if something happened at that time, no one can guarantee what will happen now, it will affect our entire team thing!"

Finding himself overly agitated, Derek took a breath, "Jonathan, I still think you're being too reckless."

There was a strong wind tonight, and now it started to rain, and the temperature dropped accordingly. There was indeed someone standing there. Jonathan nodded absent-mindedly, "That's just how I am, and I can't change it. The boss knows it too."

who's that person?He stared out the window, and Derek behind him frowned, "What are you looking at, the boss hasn't woken up yet, the situation is not stable, do you know where his family is, his phone number?"

Jonathan turned around, "It's nothing, I want to breathe out, talking about the boss's house, don't we all know? He seems to live alone, and we don't know who else is in his family. I only saw his house Outside the turf, that is still to go with the forensic team.

According to the current situation, it is reasonable to notify the family members, but who should they notify, Derek felt distressed, "The last time I went to the old man's house to collect evidence, you can see that there should be another person in his family, at least one. "

Jonathan nodded, "The refrigerator is full of things, it can't be eaten by one person, and it doesn't look like the style of the boss."

"There are traces of cleaning in the bathroom. Doesn't he want us to know who he lives with?" He whispered to himself, and Derek's meticulous observation made Jonathan's heart skip a beat.

Everyone found out, but they were just guessing with doubts, and there was no answer. Now that he has the answer, he can't even believe it.

The boss is sheltering a killer.

Jonathan was completely confused by this discovery, he didn't listen to what Derek said afterwards, thinking he was still angry about the previous conflict, Derek walked away, "I can't find the family, then I'll wait for you tonight Let's go, I hope the boss wakes up as soon as possible."

The hospital was terribly quiet late at night. After Derek left, Jonathan walked through the aisle and exited the gate. A car was parked in the corner. He closed his eyes, holding the cigarette between his pale fingers in the rain, and stared at a certain direction upstairs.

"He's fine." For some unknown reason, Jonathan spoke first unconsciously.

"Of course I know that, he's Feston Kaida." Despite this answer, a smile appeared on those thin lips, a smile that didn't match the rainy night at all.

Jonathan turned around and looked around, "Did you follow the car here? Did anyone see you?"

"Everyone who saw it is dead." He replied with a smile, exuding a breath of death from the killer.

Jonathan yelled, "What?"

Leaning on the car, Feng Zhannuo lowered his head and laughed, "Of course it's a joke. He knows that I'm killing people here, and he won't bother me when he wakes up. I don't want to make things difficult for Kai Qi."

He squinted his eyes half-closed, put out the cigarette butt, and looked lightly, his face wet in the rain revealed a faint sarcasm, Jonathan didn't smile, he couldn't laugh, from the attitude of this ghost, he could be sure too much too much.

The boss really has some kind of relationship with this killer. This relationship is not one-sided. It’s not just Feston who is sheltering the ghost. This man named Ian Noy also has a relationship with their boss...

"My God, how did this happen?" Unknowingly moaning and groaning in annoyance, Jonathan spoke out what was in his heart, and Feng Zhannuo raised his eyebrows, "It doesn't do me any harm, does it?"

He smiled briskly, and Jonathan shook his head, "If you were the ghost I know, you should have killed the boss in the building, but you didn't do that, let's not talk about the disadvantages, but it doesn't do any good , Why would a killer do this? Such a thankless thing."

He looked straight at him, Feng Zhannuo moved his eyes under his question, and lowered his eyes to see the rainwater that kept accumulating on the ground.

Yes, in fact, he has always avoided having anything to do with the FBI. Of course, he occasionally serves some high-level government officials, but it does not include direct connections with field staff under the FBI.

Why does a killer like him do such a thankless thing, why does he, a ghost, help the head of the ST group.

Has Feston ever wondered why?Did he already know the answer before accepting his help?

"If you want to save your life, don't meddle in other people's private affairs. This is my advice to you." With a cold smile, warning from the god of death, Feng Zhannuo raised his wet face, his pale skin in the rain He looks like a ghost.

For some reason, Jonathan didn't feel threatened this time. They looked upstairs together. The light in the ward was still on, Feston was still in a coma, and the nurse's shadow had just left by the window.

"Do you... want to go upstairs and have a look?" Jonathan asked this question unconsciously, and he was startled.

"And then surrounded by a group of FBI? No, thank you, that's not an interesting game." When Jonathan wanted to argue that this was not a trap, Feng Zhannuo shook his head, "He hasn't woken up yet, I don't have time to watch him sleep, I You also need to rest."

Sitting in the car, the car finally disappeared into the rainy night.

visit?Doesn't make sense, he's a ghost.He gripped the steering wheel tightly until his knuckles felt pain from too much force, and he twitched the corners of his mouth at the rearview mirror above, yes, he was Ian Noye.

He is Ian Noye, who is known as the ghost killer. He doesn't need to worry about anyone, because it's unnecessary, and he shouldn't pour his emotions on one person, because it's against the rules.

But what else can he do when all these superfluous and rule-breaking things happen?

Looking for Stephanie, fumbled in his pocket, he found his phone dropped, maybe dropped it somewhere, it didn't matter, he never stored personal information on his phone.

When he got home, he didn't go to the shower first, but he took out his gun, in the safe behind the exercise equipment, all his weapons, different guns for all distances and weathers, he could name them The performance of each one, the time of use, the purchase price, including the number of bullets.

Fingers rubbing against the gun, it's all about him.

Normally this would calm him down, but the scene of Felston standing in a pool of blood with his back pierced by steel bars flashed through his mind again and again, like a malfunctioning projector, repeating over and over again.

hell!Feston Al Qaeda, if I hadn't known you then--

Put the silencer on the wall and bang bang bang bang bang bang!The wall became a honeycomb, the gun was dropped, Feng Zhannuo fell on the sofa, and the rain-stained coat became heavy. He didn't want to stand up for a while, and almost lost Feston. This is a fact, and he can no longer continue to pretend, Act like nothing happened.

But in fact, "something" has already happened.

In the deep night, in the hospital, there was only the sound of instruments in the quiet ward, Derek went out to buy coffee, and Jonathan was alone facing Feston's hospital bed.

"Boss... What do you think I should do? If this matter is known to others, I can't imagine what will happen." He tensed his face in distress, "Derek is right, your actions are related to All of us, something too risky would implicate our entire team—"

"But I'm also thinking, if it weren't for you, Feston Al Qaeda, would our team still be formed? I know the rumors that we have our ST team because of the boss." He said in a low voice, He knew that Feston couldn't hear, but he was going crazy if he didn't talk to someone.

"...that ghost, I mean, Ian Noye, he was downstairs just now." After a moment of silence, Jonathan was recalling that scene.

"He's a killer, but can you imagine, I'm amazed because I only see one guy who's worried about you, even more than me, and he's standing in the rain, soaking wet, but I hear you're fine , I can't describe the smile I showed at that time—"

It is like a rainbow in the desert, giving people such a vivid impression.

Feston didn't hear it. He was still under the anesthesia of the operation, and there were a few beating sounds in the instrument. Jonathan hurried to get closer, and saw that the hand on the side of the bed sheet was clenched again, and a layer of water was formed in the oxygen mask. Fog, he seemed to be saying something.

"Zhannuo..."

"What?!" Jonathan lowered his head, the syllables were vague, no one understood.