Love Killer

Feston walked between them, separated the distance between them, and took out his wallet, "How much is his clothes?"

His tone was blunt, the female shop assistant looked at him strangely, then at Feng Zhannuo, "Two thousand, sir.

For a windbreaker, the price of two thousand dollars is not cheap, but Feston quickly paid the money and handed the clothes to Feng Zhannuo. The killer who accidentally got a new one didn't feel embarrassed. "This is considered a deposit." He held the paper bag.

The female clerk looked back and forth between them, and was puzzled by their relationship, but the person involved was not aware of this, and they had no obligation to explain. Feng Zhannuo made sure that there was no suspicious person in the store, and Feston expressed with a look The one outside is no longer there.

"One left, another one comes." Feng Zhannuo felt that someone was following him when he went out with a paper bag, touched the gun on his waist, and the ghost smiled coldly, "It's a pity that this technology is not enough this time clever."

"I want to live." Guessing what he was going to do, Feston pressed his waist. It is impossible to pull out the gun at any time, but this action on the street, especially two men, is still a bit intriguing. People were watching, but he didn't care, "So don't shoot yet.

"Should we wait until you're dead before shooting?" Feng Zhannuo was on Felston's right, grabbing the hand on his waist, "Let go."

It looks like Feston is holding his waist, and he is holding the hand on his waist. If it is not two men, they will be regarded as lovers, but no one has time to care about them at this time What is the relationship, pedestrians who go to work are in a hurry.

"The purpose of my bait is to lure them, not to let you kill them, at least not until I find out." Firmly holding down the handle of the gun is also equivalent to firmly locking Feng Zhannuo into his arms. Stone's cold voice aroused the killer's displeasure.

"It's not the first time, didn't you ask me to kill you when Will was in danger?" Said it in a mocking tone, Feng Zhannuo's displeasure was obvious, his pace quickened, and Feston held onto him closely, "It was then, it was different from now."

"What's the difference?" He took advantage of the crowd crossing the road and turned his head slightly, the stalker was still there.

"At that time, I could still take risks. I thought about arresting you. Now it's different. I don't want to see anything happen to you. Kill people in public. Don't you want to die? Don't forget that you are still a criminal!" As a warning, the gun on his waist was pressed heavily, and Fieston's deep voice was next to his ears. Even though the surroundings were full of people, Feng Zhannuo could still hear it clearly, including the anxiety in it.

He put down his hand, "Then what do you say?"

"Keep going, to a place where there are few people." Seeing that he finally listened to his words, Firston heaved a sigh of relief, and the two of them walked to a place where there were few people. Finally, I found that I suddenly lost the target in front of me.

Oops!The stalker stopped, and was suddenly blocked by a gun behind him. He slowly raised his hand, and Feston's face appeared in front of him. Seeing who it was, Feston was slightly surprised, "Jonathan?"

The man following them is Jonathan?Feng Zhannuo put down his gun, "I said why the skills have deteriorated, so it's because of a new person." When it comes to tracking skills, no matter how professional Jonathan is, he can't compare with professional killers.

"Boss." Putting down his raised hand, Jonathan still had a strange expression. Ever since he discovered the relationship between their boss and the ghost, his expression had never been normal.

"Why are you here, and what are you doing with me?" Feston pulled him into the alley, Feng Zhannuo looked at the street outside, and walked into the alley together. The matter would not end like this, and the professional killer would not stop there.

Two people with different sense of oppression, Jonathan thought of the scene he saw just now, "There is a killer who will harm you, we are all worried, the case cannot be investigated, but the bodyguards can still do it, we decided to divide into two groups, one group investigates clues , a group of people are in charge of protecting the boss, I was the first one, but I didn’t expect to see you entering the clothing store after a short distance..."

He looked at Feston, then at Feng Zhannuo, his weird and subtle expression was like the clerk of the clothing store, "How would I know, you will go shopping with ghosts."

Not only shopping, but also shopping. When he saw them going in and coming out together, Ian Noy was still holding a paper bag in his hand, he almost doubted his eyes. Their boss, Feston Kaida, actually Accompanying people to go shopping and shopping, if it was before, it would be unimaginable anyway.

"There are other people on shift behind me, you better not be seen." Jonathan glanced at the paper bag in Feng Zhannuo's hand, "He is a ghost after all." He whispered to Felston with a wry smile.

"No one wants you to be troublesome. Too many people will only hinder me." The gun was pulled out, clicked, the bullet was loaded, and the ghost in Jonathan's eyes took out the gun, and the wind blew away his short hair on his forehead, revealing a pair of restrained smiles s eyes.

"Jonathan, let the others go back, this matter has nothing to do with you." In order to avoid a direct conflict between his subordinates and Feng Zhannuo, Feston wanted to prevent this from happening as much as possible.

"Why is it okay?" Jonathan suddenly became excited, "You are our boss! Feston! Are you going to leave all of us behind for him?" He looked at Feng Zhannuo, his neck swelled Turning red, his eyes turned to Fieston again, and he clenched his fists, "You are the leader of the ST team, and we all obey you, but now, I don't know what our team will become in the future..."

From excitement to mourning, Jonathan realized what he had said, lowered his head, the sun was shining outside, and there was a slight cool breeze blowing in the alley from time to time. Jonathan's burly figure seemed to be unable to stand still in the wind, and his head was downcast.

"Boss, I didn't mean to say this, but we can't ignore your business."

"Jonathan..." Feston frowned.

From this still calm face, Feng Zhannuo was sure that he should have expected this situation long ago.

Those repeated and contradictory behaviors that Feston had had in the past seemed to have an explanation, but in the end, he still chose him, took the greatest risk, chose a killer, and did everything a lover would do thing.

He didn't have to face such a difficult situation, but he still put himself in such an embarrassing situation. Feng Zhannuo believed that if he was not a killer, Feston's position would be much simpler, but this man didn't even raise it. If he was asked to give up the profession of killer, he only worried about the [-]% possibility.

Instead of forcing change, they seek a balance in their respective positions.

Peng—a small truck crashed into the pile of things at the entrance of the alley, Feng Zhannuo raised his head, and the cold light of death flashed across his eyes, "Here we come!" Pulling Fieston to the side, the car swayed for a while and then suddenly Dash in and shoot a volley of bullets through the car window.

The bullets shot into the discarded sofa, and the muzzle of the gun with the silencer protruded coldly from the car window. The driver's face could not be seen, and Jonathan rolled over to the base of the wall when Feng Zhannuo reminded him. Next, immediately take out your gun and fight back.

The car was still driving into the alley and knocked over things on both sides. According to the width of the alley, they could not escape the fate of being crushed by the wheels.

"Behind is a residential area!" Feng Zhannuo observed the terrain and aimed his gun at the tires of the truck that was speeding forward.

"Fix it here!" Suspended, Feston's documents and handcuffs, including guns and ammunition, must be turned in, but besides police guns, he also has other weapons. The small ammunition depot at home is not a decoration. On one side, two guns fired at the same time.

The truck had already driven close, and the tires on both sides were hit at the same time. The rubber rubbed against the ground, giving off a scorching smell.Platinum, base, glaze, he, Nuo, Xing, shape, tension, and material, earth, correction, a string of sparks, and the scalp-numbing sound of metal rubbing, creaking and leaving deep scratches on the wall Mark, they succeeded in two hits, but the car was out of control. The killer in the car could no longer control the direction of the truck, and they also faced the possibility of being hit.

Facing the out-of-control truck, Feston pulled him to grab the iron net and jumped onto the mesh gate behind the alley. Jonathan shot several times at the front of the truck before climbing onto the garbage dump. The front of the car hit the gate, the iron nets shook for a while, and the distance instantly shortened. The killer in the car was wearing a baseball cap, and the lowered brim of the hat didn't stop Feng Zhannuo from recognizing that face.

"The butcher?!" He raised his gun, and when he pointed the gun at the killer, he called out the killer's name, unable to hide his surprise.

"It's you?!" The killer in the baseball cap suddenly raised his head, the expression of disbelief on his bearded face was like seeing a ghost, and then the surprise condensed into murderous intent in an instant, "You Still alive."

"Aren't you alive too?" Meeting his former companions was not a friendly scene, Feng Zhannuo's muzzle did not move.

"Alive? Huh, yes, it's alive, but it's almost the same as being dead." The killer code-named Butcher held a gun in his hand with oily nails, and stuck it out of the broken car window, "I still have Bullet, my mission is to kill the man next to you."

"No one is allowed to touch him, he is my client." The cold light in his eyes was like a sharp ice thorn, and the muzzle of Feng Zhannuo remained motionless.

"Your target is me, I'm here, tell me something." Feston jumped down from the iron gate, the butcher's eyes moved, bang, the bullet hit the cushion next to the butcher's neck, "tell Me, who killed you?"

The speed of reaction, the angle of shooting, the butcher's expression changed slightly, Feng Zhannuo smiled, "Now you know, you are not the only one in the world with good marksmanship."

Feston's muzzle was still smoking, "It's not just killers who can kill."