Love Killer

After informing Feston of the news that someone would be unfavorable to him, Feng Zhannuo left.

One killer has been dealt with on the spot, but maybe more people will take over this task in the future, this is just the beginning.

I've never done that for anyone, Feston, you owe me one more time.

Feng Zhannuo leaned on the roof with a sniper rifle in his hand, looking for suspicious targets. Facing the wind, he bit his cigarette butt and squinted his eyes, with a mocking smile. Ever since he met Feston, he seemed to be always protecting others, not murder.

He is wearing a dark jacket, and his light-colored hair is pale gold under the light. The weather in Chicago is changeable. It may be hot during the day, and it will be dark in the afternoon. It is windy and rainy, and the temperature drops suddenly. What? Possibly, it was almost autumn after all.

Looking at the ward through the scope, Feston's room was still closed. After getting the news and being attacked by Gong, Feston was very careful. Even Feng Zhannuo didn't find a chance to shoot unless he entered In that hospital, long-range shooting is impossible.

There was someone protecting the door of Feston's ward, and it was not so easy to get in.

It should be fine for now.

Finding nothing suspicious, he put away his gun and made a call, "Stephanie, find Bob for me, you know where he is."

"You killed my man and got in the way of Hecate, and now you want me to help you find Bob, do you think I owe you?" Stephanie didn't know what to say, "I already told you the new The news, you owe me, Ian, don't go too far."

Her tone was not friendly. Anyone who was killed by her men would not be too friendly after being pointed at by a gun.

"You almost messed with the FBI. Do you want the CIA and the FBI to join forces to deal with you Hecate? I saved you from this disaster. You should thank me." The murderer didn't have any reflections, he didn't think it was wrong, and smiled His tone became cold after a pause, "You should also be thankful that your meddling didn't make me send you a bullet right away."

The faint murderous intent was conveyed through the microphone, even if the tone was soft, it could not conceal his current displeasure.

"Everything I say is the truth. Someone will always tell him that I don't want him to kill you, and I don't want to see you go to the end." Stephanie sighed, "But it seems that these are useless, right? It's too late gone?"

"Don't talk nonsense." He impatiently talked to her so much, "Give me Bob's contact information, I have something to ask him."

"What about us? I don't want to be your enemy, but Ian, if you want to help the FBI deal with me, I won't show mercy to you." Stephanie's attitude was tough.

Although she has a crush on him, and even once loved this killer known as the ghost, as the master of Hecate, she will not be emotional.

"The FBI will not touch you for the time being, you can rest assured."

"How can you be sure? That policeman told you? Are you—"

"Anyway, you don't meddle in my affairs, and I don't care what happens to you, Hecate. For the sake of the information you give me, we don't owe each other, how about it?" He threw out a pretty good proposal. .

"It's not that simple, Ian Noye! If you have to stand on the side of the FBI in the future, I will not provide you with any support. You will not be able to buy the information you want in the future, and you will not be able to use my resources. "Women are no less cruel than men.

"Stephanie!" Feng Zhannuo squeezed the microphone tightly.

"Because I'm afraid that at some point you might help the FBI destroy my Hecate. Who knows if it's a trap you set up. I'm not at ease if I want to do business with someone who has connections with the FBI." She mocked like talking.

"Since when did Hecate start picking clients, not to mention the FBI, people from the National Security Bureau have also contacted you, not only the United States, Britain, France, Russia, China, Japan, Thailand... Hecate's intelligence network You are all over the world, and there are many bureaucrats among your customers." Feng Zhannuo's words hit the nail on the head, "So don't talk to me about traps, you are not afraid of the FBI at all, you are just unhappy that someone can change me."

There was an instant silence on the other end of the phone, and it took Stephanie a while to speak, "Ian, don't make the same mistake as Gran."

"I'm different from him. I won't let people have a chance to kill me." Shen Shen sneered, hearing her mention the name Gran, Feng Zhannuo closed his eyes, Drum Gran, the man he killed , his friend.

The ghost who can even attack her good friend, why did she come to this point, Stephanie thought for a while, "I can give you Bob's contact information, but from today onwards, don't expect any help from me , I'm not happy that someone can change you, and even more unhappy that that person is an FBI, anyway, good luck, don't die too early, Ian."

Leaving Bob on the phone, Stephanie hung up.

Hecate will not be available in the future, sighing regretfully, Feng Zhannuo looks at the number, but there are more important things in front of him, he must confirm, dial Bob's phone, he listens to the waiting beep , a gust of wind blows, and the memory goes to the distant past.

The days of waiting for tasks, killing people, going back and waiting, and continuing to kill people.

He woke up suddenly when Bob's voice sounded, "Hi, how are you doing, Bob?" His voice was the same.

"It's you kid!" Hearing his voice, Bob exclaimed in surprise, the joy quickly passed, followed by a series of cursing, "Thanks to you, I am now homeless, this number is still new, FBI The Tong Jiling of the police chased me, and the police stations in various places were looking for me. I was too easy to find or something, and I was almost discovered several times!"

"It's you who are too guilty. It's not difficult to change your face. Dye your hair, wear glasses, put away your drunken eyes, don't shine when you see a wine bottle, and don't go to bars. I want to arrest you. It’s not easy.” The tone was teasing, and after Feng Zhannuo’s words, Bob snorted coldly, “Do you still need to teach me? There are several tricks that I taught you guys, back then…” After a sudden stop, Bob came to his senses and smiled vaguely, "When you get old, you always think about the past, so don't talk about it, how are you?"

"I have something to ask you."

"what's up?"

Bob was surprised, "What else do you need to ask me? Do you want to apologize to me? Apologizing is better than finding a way to set me free. Being trapped in a room every day is almost like going to jail."

"I will help you with this matter. Before that, I want to ask you, have you summoned them recently?" Bob understood the endless words, and his voice suddenly became tense unnaturally, "Why? ? They showed up? Where did you see them?"

"It wasn't you who summoned... who would that be? Who else knows about their connection..." Thinking, with a bad feeling, he was sure that Bob wouldn't lie.

"Where did you see them? Or in Chicago? What happened?" Bob sensed something was wrong and kept asking.

"They have all arrived in Chicago recently, and their target is Feston Al-Qaeda. I want to know who gave the order to kill them." There was no smile anymore, and Feng Zhannuo's face was filled with coldness.

"It's that policeman again, but why am I not surprised at all?" There was the sound of opening a bottle over there, and Bob sang, "Ian, you know best, if you want to know who ordered the kill It is almost impossible to order, this is the current practice in this business, no one will destroy it, if the identity of the customer is revealed, it is a more serious matter than failure."

"Of course I know." He just held a glimmer of hope, "Bob, this was an agreement back then, and we will never meet again, but I recently met Carmen, and maybe the next one will be my acquaintance, don't you think that Is something wrong?"

"Carmen? That impatient woman, she is not suitable for this job, she is too impatient, how is she now?"

"Dead." He replied without the slightest sympathy.

"...That's okay, she will pay for her carelessness sooner or later, I knew that day would come." Bob sighed, he was used to seeing the life and death of killers, and he could only sigh.

"In short, I will continue to observe this matter. The organization is long gone. I hope it won't be like I guessed. Next time, I don't want to see the faces of any acquaintances."

"I will also ask you about this matter. If you don't get involved with that policeman, I will be very happy." After hesitating for a while, Bob still opened his mouth, "I heard about your story from Stephanie. It's over, you..."

Slap, the phone was hung up, Bob stared at the buzzing phone, his heart was angry, he took a breath, he put away his anger, a gleam flashed through his cloudy eyes, his face was heavy, if all the killers came back, then He couldn't predict what would happen next.

Days passed, and the ward where Feston was located was kept on alert every day.

Before he recovers, any possibility of danger must be eliminated. Feng Zhannuo has not contacted him during this period, and he has not tried to find this ghost.

At this time, Feston has realized that any attempt to restrain Feng Zhannuo will only push him further away. At this stage, the relationship between them is the most harmonious, and no one wants to break the status quo.

Crisis becomes the bond that connects them.

In the past few days, no one else noticed it, but he felt that he was looked at by others at the window. He went to the next ward to confirm that there were occasional flashes of light on the building opposite.

Although the killer didn't say anything, he seemed very worried about him, no matter how chic he was on the surface.

Feston passed by the next ward and glanced at Shangwai. The nurse was fascinated by his inadvertent smile, "What's the matter, Mr. Al Qaeda?"

"No, nothing." Feston was noncommittal.

Let it be their secret. The FBI under the protection of the killer might be ashamed to say it. Feng Zhannuo extinguished the match in his hand on the rooftop and breathed out a puff of thin smoke leisurely, but would Feston feel ashamed? , that was out of his consideration.

It's good to be alive, Caesar.

Squinting his eyes, he continued to observe through the scope. From a long distance, he felt that Feston seemed to be looking at him. Judging from his smile, he really knew.

Don't be complacent, I will ask you to repay me twice, you wait for me.Silently speaking, his finger pressed the trigger and rubbed it casually, Feng Zhannuo was sure that as long as he pressed it down, the man in the front sight would be sideways under the bullet he fired, even though only Feston passed by from the next ward There was a momentary gap, but he could still do it.

He enjoyed the feeling of Feston's life being held in his hands, and there was also a strange slight warmth.

This situation is tantamount to Feston personally entrusting his life in his hands.

As long as he presses the trigger, that man will die, but he won't do that, and he won't allow others to do that, your life is mine, Caesar... As he said these words in his heart, Feng Zhannuo smiled There is a slight arc in the sun.

How does it feel to feel each other's presence hundreds of feet apart?Neither Feng Zhannuo nor Feiston could describe it.

Life and death, linking them together.