Love Killer

I am afraid there are not many people who, facing assassination and death, take to the streets instead of staying in a safe place like Feston.

Feston drove the car. He parked the car on the street. The two of them got out of the car and walked, one behind the other, sometimes side by side. This purposeful shopping, in the eyes of others, looked like two men doing business. While traveling together, no one knows the truth hidden under the surface.

"You must not go out often?" In the sun, Feston Fa Xianfeng Zhannuo's skin still looks a little fairer than ordinary people.

"Didn't you notice? I'm used to acting at night, and of course I also do it during the day, but there's actually another reason..." He stopped here, and stood on the street, looking for places that are easy to shoot. Tall buildings are a good choice. Bullets shot down from that are hard to guard against.

Walking towards a crowded place, Feng Zhannuo squeezed into the crowd during the rush hour, and also pulled Feston to join him in the crowd of people crossing the road, "You are here to be a bait, not to seek death .” He woke him up.

"It's not easy to die with a bodyguard like you." Feston's vigilant eyes swept over the surrounding buildings one by one, and Feston didn't care. "You haven't finished your sentence yet. What's the other reason?"

Putting his hands in his pockets, confirming the position of the gun, Feng Zhannuo continued to walk forward, "Have you heard of night vision training?"

Feston looked at him, "Looking at the target for a long time in an open and dark place, the farther the distance, the greater the visual error, but if you can get accurate data in the dark without making mistakes, let your eyes accurately capture tiny targets The distance and size of the human body is equivalent to having night vision ability, but this is not only based on vision, but also on intuition, together with the joint action of other senses."

To put it simply, the ability of night vision is not acquired through practice, it is not just relying on good eyesight. Obviously, what Feng Zhannuo means is that he often trains himself in this way.

Success as a killer is not accidental or luck, but inevitable after hard work. Feston's eyes showed admiration and emotion, "So, ghosts are ghosts."

This sentence was not spoken in a personal capacity, but from the mouth of the head of Group G. Feng Zhannuo heard the difference, and raised his eyebrows back, "I'm always happy to accept compliments from the police."

"This sounds familiar." Looking into his eyes, thinking of the first time we met, Feston couldn't help laughing just like him, Feng Zhannuo walked towards a coffee shop, "I'm a person who holds grudges .”

There was a queue in the store, and he was very patient, but he didn't want to use his patience here. Just as he was about to leave, Feston grabbed him and walked to the front of the queue, "Black coffee, no sugar, what about you?" Yes After the clerk finished speaking, he asked him.

"Then it's double." He was surprised to find that the fat man behind the cashier took Feston's money with a smile on his face, and gave him two cups of coffee.

This of course aroused the dissatisfaction of the crowd at the back. Some people protested. The fat man turned off the cash register with a displeased expression on his face, "What's the noise! ​​Leave if you don't want to buy!"

Some are regular customers, who have long been used to this scene, "That is a police officer, no matter what time he comes, there is no need to line up, isn't it Tony?"

"Of course! As long as Mr. Al Qaeda patronizes me, it doesn't matter if you don't line up or charge money." The fat man named Tony replied without hesitation, and his loud voice could be heard until the two of them went out.

"What did you do, this Tony treats you so politely, you know it's not easy to buy a cup of coffee without queuing up in a crowded morning." Opening the lid and taking a sip, Feng Zhannuo was surprised by its good taste.

"He is the defendant in a case of robbery, because he has a criminal record and is also a suspect. At that time, he was about to be brought to court, but the case was suspicious. I just gave him his innocence." Walking on the road with coffee , Feston's back looks no different from other office workers, but as long as the line of sight stays, it will stay unconsciously for a long time on this straight back.

Feng Zhannuo walked behind him, trying not to be distracted by the people in front, "How many people have you saved?"

"You should ask me how many people I have arrested. I didn't save anyone deliberately. They were saved because real criminals were thrown into prison." Casting such an evaluation of what he did, Feston doesn't care what others think of him It seems that whether those people are grateful or indifferent, it will not have any impact on him.

He was only doing what he was doing with all his heart, finding the right target, and catching criminals like a hunter hunting. If you ask him if he did this out of his sense of justice?Feng Zhannuo believes that the answer must be no. Feston has an extraordinary dedication to fighting crime, but the man who said "there is no absolute justice in the world" should not only rely on justice.

He heard Feston talk about some of his past, but that was only fragments, and he discovered now that he didn't fully understand him.

"Be careful!" A screeching sound of brakes and Feston's voice suddenly sounded nearby. When he came back to his senses, he found himself walking into the driveway. Feston pulled his arm, frowning, "What's the matter with you!"

"Sorry, I was lost in thinking about things for a while, who told me you were in front of me." Covering up with a smile, he replied nonchalantly, blaming Feston for distracting him.

Feston didn't smile, "Remember, two percent." He looked at him.

Two percent, in Felston's deep and slow voice, he smiled casually, "Don't be so nervous, this two percent won't appear now."

It only takes [-]% of mistakes, and it is tantamount to death for him. He was distracted just now, what percentage is this equal to?

If the opponent makes a move at this time, what is the probability that Feston will be shot?

Two people have their own thoughts.This kind of mistake can't happen again, Feston thought in his heart, he didn't want to ruin Feng Zhannuo, a killer's vigilance must be kept in the best condition.

There can be no more mistakes like this, Feng Zhannuo thought in his heart, he couldn't let Fieston have an accident, let alone let someone kill him in front of him, of course, even if he wasn't in front of him.

Picking up the paper cup, I took a sip of coffee slowly, pouring down the liquid that was so bitter that it was sweet, and my spirits quickly cheered up. The aroma of coffee wafted through the streets at the end of summer.

"Someone is following us." When turning a street corner, Feng Zhannuo stopped in front of a clothing store, and Feston looked at the window with him, "A man, wearing blue sportswear, with his hands in the in the pocket."

"It's a knife. Judging from its shape, its length is about ten inches." Such a length is easy to carry, and it only needs a little killing skill, so it is a perfect murder weapon.

What was displayed in the cabinet was a set of men's dresses. Two men of different styles stood in front of the cabinet. This scene obviously caused the clerk to misunderstand, "Both, who wants to buy the dress? Please come in and have a look, no need You're welcome, right now we have an end-of-season sale at pretty good prices!

The door of the clothing store was opened, the clerk was eager to sell the business, and a suspicious figure could be seen following from the reflection of the cabinet merchant, Feng Zhannuo looked at Feston, he nodded to him, and the two walked into the clothing store together shop.

There are not many customers in the store. At this time in the morning, most people are busy with work, and those who have time to buy clothes in the store and have money to afford these clothes are quietly choosing, only when they come in Time to cast a curious look.

It's not that it's weird for two men to buy clothes together, it's just that two men with different styles but equal in every way come in at the same time, which is really rare.

The female shop assistant obviously thought so too, her eyes lit up, and she approached overly courteously and offered to take their measurements.

"It's he who wants to buy it, let him measure it." Pointing to Feng Zhannuo, Feston's attention was still outside, the suspicious person disappeared in the crowd, and his narrow eyes looked at each one in the crowd, filtering out more possibility.

Surrounded by a long tape measure, Feng Zhannuo played the role of the customer very well, "The color of the one in the cabinet is good. Is there any other style? I don't need a dress. I think a long windbreaker is good at this time."

While saying these words, he changed the angle of the gun on his body, and he did not let go of any subtle actions of the clerk. No one could ignore it. This was his prudence.

Feng Zhannuo controlled the inside of the store, and Feston paid close attention to the movement outside the store. The clerk was completely unaware that the place where he was might be in danger at any time, and continued to introduce the clothes in the store graciously.

This is a private brand clothing store. Different from those mass-produced clothing, there are only a few pieces of each style, but the requirements for human size are very strict. When Feng Zhannuo tried on a long windbreaker, the clerk I couldn't help admiring, "I haven't seen anyone who can wear this dress, sir, are you a professional model?"

"You have a good eye." While chatting with the clerk while maintaining vigilance, Feng Zhannuo's flattering smile had an effect again, the clerk's eyes lit up, and his cheeks turned red, "Professional models are different, unlike amateur models. Compared to those, your figure is too good.

She is a professional, but not a model. With her cold eyes rolling, Feng Zhannuo's smile is even brighter. The female shop assistant may be dizzy by the sunshine-like smile. She put the clothes into the bag, but forgot to mention the price.

Someone has been paying attention to the situation here, "How much?" A cold voice interrupted at this moment.