Love Killer

Feng Zhannuo was not too surprised, and pulled Feston's collar closer, "What good do I have?"

To the point where the other party's breath could be heard, "Do you still need me to pay you to do something?" Fiston twisted his chin, not sure if he was unhappy with his words.

He pushed the hand on the lower neck, as a matter of course, "If I don't give money, how can I live on?"

"I can't finish eating in this life. I just paid you tens of millions not long ago, and it was credited to your account, but I think that account is also fake?" Feston believed that his guess was correct. The account and the whereabouts of the funds flow are unknown, Feng Zhannuo is very cautious.

"Don't worry about where I spend it, my money will naturally have a place to spend it. Those are for buying other people's lives. This time, of course, it will be calculated according to this time. How much do you think the life of Feston Al Qaeda is worth?" Of course he wasn't a bodyguard for nothing, Feng Zhannuo showed his trademark smile again.

"All the expenses of food, clothing, housing and transportation, plus me." Feston's finger moved to the corner of his mouth, stroking the smile that he once found hateful, "How much do you think Feston Al Qaeda is worth? Enough Not enough for you to shoot?"

"Exchange yourself? It's worth considering." He asked half-truthfully, "Is there someone who prepares three meals a day?"

"Have."

"Is there someone in charge of driving when you go out?"

"of course."

"Freedom of movement?"

"You have to follow me."

"It's a bit of a hassle."

"Treat this as a job, you'll get used to it, how about it?"

"Okay, it's a deal." After getting a satisfactory answer, Feston got up from the bed and pulled him up at the same time. From the strength in his hand, it was confirmed that Feston was almost recovered, and he could be discharged from the hospital after another check-up. He will be his bodyguard when the time comes.

From a killer to a bodyguard, from only accepting killing commissions to now using these hands to protect people more than once, Feng Zhannuo couldn't help but wonder if this was already in Felston's expectation, and he was letting him in unknowingly The next step is to gradually break away from the environment in which a killer lives.

Feston didn't show any abnormality. He was still wearing a hospital gown, but he didn't look like a patient. He looked a bit like he was at home, with a relaxed expression. Feng Zhannuo's words seemed to hit him at this time , "I agreed, but it may not be easy for your subordinates to accept."

With his hands in his pockets, like a real doctor, he put on his glasses again, "Think about how to deal with your people first, and then come to me, by the way, if someone comes to assassinate again, I think I can confirm the identity of the other party as soon as possible .”

He was indeed an old acquaintance with the dead killer, Feston realized this, "Is there any trouble?" His eyes turned to him, a sharp light that couldn't be ignored.

Feng Zhannuo dismissed it casually, "No, it's nothing, this is my private matter, if there is something I will solve it myself."

"Your business is my business." The staggered figure was forced to stop suddenly, and he was grabbed by Feston's wrist, "Don't make it too clear, I can wait until you are willing to tell me, but you must first Be careful not to get overconfident."

Brushing the hair on his forehead, Feston's lecture left him speechless, "I'm not a three-year-old child, I can tell if it's dangerous or not, and of course I'll be careful if there's anything wrong, Don't forget who I am."

He is the best killer, and there are times when he is told to be careful. This feeling is very subtle, just like the dinner at Feston's house, as he stood behind and watched him cook the food, smelling the thick cream The aroma of the soup...

But Feng Zhannuo still didn't say anything about his past, and he didn't mention anything else.

How many mysteries are still on him?Feston sometimes asks himself this way, for him, Feng Zhannuo is the sum of all mysteries.

He wanted to solve the mystery, but he was also worried that it was an untouchable taboo. For a person who was almost born as a killer, disguising and hiding himself was already a part of his flesh and blood. Whip together.

The weather is coming into autumn soon, and Feston will be ready to be discharged from the hospital, but the main problem is still unresolved. How will the members of the ST team view their leader, a killer, as a bodyguard?

In particular, this killer is still the target of their FBI transportation.

It was a rainy day, and this was the first day Feston was discharged from the hospital. He and Feng Zhannuo made an appointment to meet at his home, but the situation changed, and he was called back to the office after he was discharged from the hospital.

Although everyone believes that there are few killers who can break into the building as boldly as ghosts, the security work has been strengthened. In fact, the security has more than doubled since the death of Temple. He was escorted back to the office building, and those who learned that he had returned from the hospital stood at the door to greet him and applauded in unison.

"Well done, our Yingya!"

"You went to the hospital to save your subordinates, you always surprise people..."

"Everyone here has to learn from you, you are too brave Feston..."

Feston's return caused a small crowd, he thanked everyone, returned to the office as usual, Hans saluted him, "Boss!"

Then came Mike, "Boss!"

Then Roper, "Welcome back Boss!"

Everyone stood up and applauded to welcome him back to the team. Clyde was the last one to stand up. His leg was still in a plaster cast and he was discharged from the hospital early. "If it weren't for you, I would definitely not be standing here now. Ashamed, sorry, boss..."

He was ashamed, apologetic for asking for a job change and questioning Feston's order, Feston walked up to him, "You don't owe anyone, as long as you are still a member of the group, You are my people, and I will be responsible for my people."

After being patted on the shoulder a few times, Clyde's eyes turned red, and he nodded. Now that all the staff are assembled, the most important person has returned, and the scattered hearts have been gathered immediately. Under the gaze, Fiston has not returned yet. From his own seat, a call came from above, asking him to go upstairs once.

In the huge office, Folkoff sat behind the desk. As the director of the FBI, he had stayed in the Chicago branch for too long, "I heard that you were assassinated. Fortunately, you are fine. I saw you stand up again." I'm happy to be here, Feston."

"Thank you." It was not clear what Folkoff wanted him for, and Feston didn't express anything else.

Folkoff's small eyes rested on his face, which was somewhat unpleasant, as did Folkoff's words, "Besides this, I've heard other things—"

There was a pause here for the meaningful words, and Fukoff's eyes flashed coldly behind the lens, "I want you to catch that killer, not to make you friends with him!"

There was a loud noise on the table, and he propped his hands on the table, as if he wanted to get over the desk and get in front of Fieston to see what was going on, "Why hasn't the ghost who threatened to kill me with a sneer? It's not like you to say that you have any actions, Feston, not only that, but let me hear that he participated in your actions?"

"A killer, participated in the FBI's operation, and also helped the ST team?! It's a joke to say it!" Folkoff's words shook a lot of dust in the air, and Feston remained silent until he finished speaking .

"Is this your default?"

"Who told you this?" Feiston raised his eyes suddenly, and Fokoff was taken aback by him. He put away his anger, sat back in his seat, and sneered faintly, "It doesn't matter who it is, as long as it is the truth, You have to give me an explanation, Feston Al Qaeda, remember, even if you are from Al Qaeda's family, it doesn't mean I dare not touch you."

"But don't forget, Director Folkoff, I also have evidence of the FBI's internal scandal, or do you want to hurt both?" Facts have proved that besides being a policeman, Feston is also not bad as a businessman. Cove was surprised by the calmness on his face.

"Don't pursue this matter, I will continue to keep this internal secret from the outside world, does the director think it is acceptable?"

"You make friends with a killer, and that's enough to fire you!" Folkoff continued threatening.

"This is my private matter." Feston did not deny it.

Folkoff took out a document from the corner of the table on the right, "You are quite courageous, but this is not the first time, the last report was written by you yourself, buying murderers and setting traps to catch you. Murderer, I thought your surprise would have some good results, but unfortunately there is nothing."

"You let me down, Feston, you must be punished this time, last time I didn't conduct an internal investigation on you, and some people thought it was strange, but this time you won't have that chance again, this official document It will be issued soon to suspend you for one month, during which time the ST team cannot take over any cases."

Write a signature, a seal is knocked on the paper, and the order will be issued soon.