Love Killer

Feng Zhannuo, a Chinese name unknown to all members of the ST team, has never been uttered by Feston.

No one knew, and naturally no one could understand the babbling in a deep coma. Feston woke up the next day. The doctor said it was a rare situation. Everyone in the ST team was relieved and went back to the branch office.

While Feston was recuperating, the ST team was still operating normally, five days later.

"Hey, buddy, are you still angry with Derek? You haven't talked much these days, what's wrong?" In the office, Hans put his arm on Jonathan's shoulder, "Boss hasn't been discharged from the hospital yet. Carter, it's too uninteresting for you to be here alone in a daze."

"How is the boss?" Jonathan asked in a muffled voice with his head lowered after drinking another cup of coffee.

"The doctor said that the recovery is relatively optimistic. The wound on the back stopped bleeding in time. Fortunately, the steel bar did not completely pierce the internal organs. Generally speaking, he is lucky." The pen holder was twisted a few times in Hans's hand, and it was accurately thrown into the pen holder , "Fortunately, everyone is fine this time. You bandaged the boss's wound, right?"

Jonathan put down the coffee cup, and it took a long time before he ordered randomly, "Ah, um." He replied perfunctorily.

"Do you know what happened inside? When the boss was injured, the ghost went in with him, but why didn't I see him come out? I hope it wasn't caused by the ghost. This report seems to have to wait for the boss to wake up and let him write it himself. .”

At that time, everyone was in chaos, and no one saw who brought Feston out. When he reached the door, Feng Zhannuo put Feston down. Although Jonathan knew the actual situation, he was unable to tell others the truth. Vague answer, continue to perfunctory the question.

Ian Noye did that in order not to let Feston face the blame of their subordinates?This is what Jonathan suddenly thought of.

"Get up, Jonathan, you've been lying on your stomach for days, you're fine if the boss gets hurt, the case will always be investigated when you and Derek get into a fight." Hans raised the document in his hand and complained, "Heka I don’t know what’s wrong, there’s almost no action recently, they don’t move, how we arrest people is really troublesome.”

"Are you telling me which case is easy?" Jonathan finally raised his head from the coffee cup, "What is it here? It's not easy in our hands."

"Speaking of which, this Hecate is really not simple. Besides the intelligence network, he can also recruit such killers." After sorting out the information received in his hand these days, Hans took a pen from the drawer and saw that he knew everything. Without knowing it, Jonathan sighed enviously, "Ah, almost, these killers are not simple."

"Then why do you think the ghosts want to help us?" Hans looked at him suddenly, and Jonathan was taken aback, remembering that Hans was the one who knew how to read words and expressions best among them, and he must have noticed something about his recent performance.

"You were telling me what I said just now, and it's yours, Hans." Jonathan changed the subject nonchalantly, "Is my idea still valid? I guess of course the ghost and Hecate are enemies, maybe Hecate If he didn't pay for killing people, or like that Mrs. Marbury, if he wants to harm him, of course he will fight back, which happens to be beneficial to us, and we are lucky."

Hans stared at him for a while, "Strange, the person in front of me who yelled at the ghost that day and refused to believe his words, almost killed himself? Did you have a fever, Jonathan?" He came to touch his forehead.

"Fuck you." Pushing his hand away, Jonathan wished things were as simple as he said.

"But the boss chose to believe him at the time, so it was a little risky." Derek didn't know when he came in, and walked in front of them, "We've known about the Hecate organization for a long time, but there's never been any direct evidence that he and the ghost have anything to do with each other." Relationship, this time we can't let go of this opportunity!"

"In my opinion, let's wait until the boss is discharged from the hospital. If it's not good for him to anger Hecate at this time..." Jonathan's worry was not unreasonable, and Derek and Hans were silent.

Hecate has not moved at all recently, it is simply a dead silence, as if a huge octopus sank in the sea, and those intelligence tentacles have stopped moving now, but sometimes, the quieter it is, the more dangerous it is.

What they didn't know was that Hecate's silence was not voluntary. Stephanie just sat on the chair after getting up and didn't do anything. She had to be prepared.

Hecate stopped its activities. It is actually impossible for a huge intelligence organization to really stop its activities. It just calmed down temporarily, in order to welcome a storm.

"Do you have anything to say before you die?" Wearing a well-fitting suit, Feng Zhannuo appeared in front of her, her new home in Chicago, a new stronghold.

The cold muzzle of the gun pressed against her temple, how can a woman feel fear? He knew very well that in addition to life, appearance was also their weakness. Standing in front of the French windows full of sunlight, with his back to the sun, the ghost's body was covered with shadows.

A cold murderous intent extended down the barrel of the gun to Stephen's back, and a shudder appeared on her neck, "Ian, you betrayed yourself, do you want me to betray myself? I am Hecate's controller, he is the FBI, and he is the FBI who wants to trouble me, so I should teach him a lesson, right?"

She calmly squeezed out a smile, looked at him coldly, Feng Zhannuo's hand was kept at this height, "Actually, that's right, what you did was right, but when did you see me say right or wrong?"

Her smile froze, "What do you want? Punish me for what I didn't do wrong?" The beautiful eyes turned, "I didn't wait for you to give you my life."

"Stephanie, you are brave. Withdraw all the bodyguards, turn off the security system, and let me in. Do you think I won't kill you?" The muzzle slid across her face, moving from her temple to her cheek.

She sat on the single sofa, not daring to move, "That's to reduce the loss, I know those people can't stop you, of course you can't waste resources, and you won't kill me."

"Prove you wrong—" He was about to pull the trigger, and Stephanie yelled, "Wait!"

"Mom..." The little girl arrived at the door, dragging a huge doll in her hand, seeing the scene inside, she dragged the doll and ran in, "Uncle Ian?"

"Is this your plan?" With a sneer in Stephanie's ear, Feng Zhannuo looked at the little girl running towards her, moved the muzzle away, put the hand holding the gun behind him, lowered his head, it seemed that they were just In an intimate conversation, "You want your daughter to take risks with you for your mistakes, and you think I won't kill her?"

The girl with long hair flaps came in front of her, and Stephanie hugged her tightly without any scruples, "You won't, Ian, I wasn't sure if you had feelings before, but now, I don't think you will." She turned her head, with a look in her eyes that didn't mean much.

He had killed many people who loved him, and those people were attracted by the god of death in front of them, and finally they all returned to the arms of the real god of death. Ian told her who he loved, but those people died without exception. under his gun.

Now, the only exception, the cop, and more importantly, Ian Noye's refusal to admit to anything.

Looking at her, Feng Zhannuo's smile was brighter than the sun, but there was a terrifying coldness across his eyes, "Stephanie..."

The little girl grabbed her puppet and turned to hug him, "Uncle Ian, are you whispering to mom, Samantha wants to listen too!"

The sun shone on the honey-colored face, presenting a honey-like soft color, her eyes were wide open, her cheeks were flushed with excitement, Feng Zhannuo stroked her hair with one hand, "This story is not suitable for children, you Are you sure you want to hear it?"

Samantha didn't see the coldness in his eyes, but only saw a smile, "I'm not a child, let me tell you a secret, Samantha has grown up." She raised her head and puffed out her chest, expressing that she was already a child. grown up.

"I said she likes you, Ian." It has been a long time since we met last time, Samantha likes this handsome uncle, Stephanie knows the charm of this man in front of her, and their mother and daughter have very similar eyes.

"Go out first, Samantha, if you behave well, I'll give you the gift brought by Uncle Ian." Pointing at the door, Stephanie's mysterious tone fully aroused the girl's interest, "Okay, it's settled , I can’t go back on my word! Last time you took away the gift that Uncle Ian gave me!”

Looking at her mother resentfully, Samantha dragged her big baby out again, and closed the door by the way.

"You gave her bullets last time." Stephanie raised her eyebrows, and he smiled, "It's bullets made of diamonds."

"Ian, look at the reality clearly. Now the FBI is looking for trouble for me. I just want to protect myself. Even if you think I have done too much, what is the use of killing me? Without Hecate, I will be in chaos. It's not good for anyone." The leader of an intelligence organization can't be killed just by saying, there are too many people involved.

"Is that about me?"

She couldn't tell if he had listened, but seeing Feng Zhannuo was unmoved, she knew that he was really angry this time, even angry, and someone had to bear his anger, "Then let me tell you something, After you listen, you won't have time to trouble me anymore.

"You can talk about it."

"Recently, I received news that someone wants to hire a professional killer, and the other party is very demanding, because it is said that the person he wants to solve is also a top figure in a certain industry. If you don't hire the best, that person will not die. ..."

"Go on," he urged.

"But things have changed again. I heard that the target has been hospitalized recently and seems to have been seriously injured. In this case, it will be the same for anyone who kills him. So many people want to accept this deal—" she said slowly Then, Feng Zhannuo's face changed suddenly when he heard this, he put away his gun, turned around and left.

Damn it, the target is Feston!