Love Killer

"I heard you are a policeman." With three guns pointed at him, the butcher's bearded face showed no change. "Police cannot kill casually."

"Tell me who hired you, and you can go." When Fieston said this, Jonathan looked at him in surprise, Feng Zhannuo was expressionless like a butcher.

"Ask the person next to you, let me tell you who the employer is, how likely it is." Butcher sneered, "But I really didn't think how the police would hire a killer as a bodyguard, Ian, you have fallen too. "

The butcher meant to do everything for money, Jonathan couldn't help but said, "He has more money than me, 3000 million a piece, not many people can afford it."

These words were meant to be mocking, but unexpectedly the butcher became excited when he heard this, "3000 million one?! Are you a ghost?"

"You don't know he's a ghost?" Feston glanced at Feng Zhannuo, and the butcher also looked at him, with complicated emotions flashing through his bloodshot eyes, "I don't know, if I had known earlier, I wouldn't be here now Come on, I knew there was a ghost, but I didn't expect it to be you."

Every time Feng Zhannuo used a pseudonym, the most commonly used name was Ian. Many regular customers knew this name, but no one would advertise that he was a killer. The butcher only knew that there was a killer who came from Leave no trace, everyone called him a ghost.

He didn't know his identity, so he didn't come for him, Feng Zhannuo thought in his heart that the other party's plan to kill Feston had nothing to do with him, and he wasn't sure if he should be happy with this conclusion.

"Ian became a ghost back then, yeah, I should have thought a long time ago, who else has such marksmanship except you, I should have known it when you killed Drem, it was you, among us You are the most capable and most suitable for this line of work." The butcher whispered, staring at Feng Zhannuo who was not far away with more complicated eyes, the sockets of his eyes were red as if they were about to congest.

"Now, put down the gun." Feston walked in step by step, and the butcher had nowhere to go under the guns of several people.

Feng Zhannuo is holding a gun. He is wearing light beige casual clothes. He maintains a vigilant posture and looks like a supermodel. Compared with him, the butcher is like a truck driver. Jonathan is surprised that these two people know each other. He took off the handcuffs from his waist and followed Felston step by step.

The butcher's bloodshot eyes looked over them one by one. There were three targets in front of him. Even if he could kill one of them, the other two might kill him.

"You are hesitating, and your hand is not as stable as before." It is not only bullets that can kill, Feng Zhannuo's words made the butcher's hand holding the gun start to tremble.

"It's thanks to you, I should thank you, right? You are a savior, you saved all of us, all of us should thank you." There was an unnatural smile on the corner of his mouth, and the butcher's words were obviously insincere. Not thanks.

"Are you resenting me? What have I done, I remember that I have done nothing other than set us all free." Surprised by the inexplicable resentment, Feng Zhannuo continued to talk to him while distracting him Attention, Feston has come very close.

While paying attention to the butcher, Feston is also paying attention to his words. The killer code-named butcher doesn't seem to see Feston approaching, "That's not freedom! No, or it's just your freedom! All of us are A tool for your freedom! You made it, Ian, you did, but not everyone is as lucky as you!"

Agitated, his hands trembled more severely, and he could hardly hold the gun in his hand.

"Are you still drinking? Alcohol dependence, butcher, you are completely finished." No need to step forward, let alone shoot. It was as if someone had shot him suddenly in the face.

"You know Ian, the most annoying thing about you is that you are always the luckiest one!" The gun in his hand was suddenly clenched, and Feng Zhannuo's expression changed, "Be careful!"

But the bullet didn't shoot at Feston, nor did it hit Jonathan, let alone in the direction of Feng Zhannuo. The butcher suddenly turned around and shot a box on the back seat of the car—this was his purpose. Noticed Feston approaching, he was waiting for him to approach!

The explosion, together with the explosion caused by the fuel tank of the car, the huge explosion sound and a big fire, the flames soared into the sky, at such a short distance, there was no place to hide, Feston had already come close, and the explosion happened right in front of his eyes.

The ejected car door and the shattered window panes suddenly surrounded him overwhelmingly.

There was nowhere to escape, they could only watch the impact of the explosion hit and bounce them in different directions, Feng Zhannuo's back hit the iron net, and there was a piercing pain, he was sure there must be another one on his back Scar, he used the things piled up around him to avoid it, but the power of the bomb spread too far, he was already like this, then Feston—

There was a throbbing pain in his head, he stood up with his head supported, a big hole was blasted in a wall near the truck, he didn't know what was going on inside, he ran over, using the fastest speed, and restrained himself from assuming the worst situation .

"We should be thankful that the bomb exploded in the car, resisting part of the power of the gunpowder." Feston's voice came from a corner, his body was pressed against the car door, his ribs hurt, and he sucked in his breath, " It saved me a lot of trouble."

Standing up from the gravel and bricks, kicking the car door, a pile of glass shards fell on it. After finishing speaking, he found that Feng Zhannuo was unresponsive and stood there with a stiff face. Feston walked up, "This should be for you. It's nothing, it's the same for me, it's just an explosion, are you scared stupid?"

Hugging Feng Zhannuo's stiff body, he was punched on the shoulder in the next second, "Don't joke around at this time, your luck will not always be so good! Be careful in the future!"

Feng Zhannuo gritted his teeth and said, the unbalanced heartbeat recovered. He wiped his face and found that his head was covered with sweat. Feston looked at him with a smile on his side. That smile was as deep as his eyes. , "We all know it's not luck, but of course, I don't want to have a next time."

Taking the most correct way to avoid danger at the most critical time, this kind of reaction and judgment is not something ordinary people can have. Feston said that this is not luck. Indeed, if it is just luck, as the leader of the FBI special operations team He can't live now.

Feston shook his hand, conveying a sense of stability. Both hands were covered with sand, and the sand wrapped in their hands reminded them of each other's existence.

When Jonathan stood up from the garbage dump in shock, he saw the scene of their hands clasped. He hesitated to speak, and finally shook his head, only feeling that his mind was still buzzing, and looked aside, "He put Blow it up by yourself, this is not an ordinary killer, Feston, are you sure you don’t need help from others, I think you need it very much now.”

The ruins of the truck were still burning in front of him, and the charred body of the butcher was still on the driver's seat. Jonathan's face was covered with black ash, and he stared at the two men standing there, "I will tell others about the explosion that happened just now, anyway. Even if you don’t say anything, everyone will know, and there are other things about him..."

His eyes fell on Feng Zhannuo, "According to the boss's notes and guesses, Derek's investigation is beginning to take shape. Regarding the killer organization, although there is no main evidence, many circumstantial evidence point to the fact that the organization collapsed because of them. An internal killer, he killed the head of the organization and all the confidantes and subordinates around the head, a total of more than [-] people."

More than thirty managers were all executed, and the killers in the organization were scattered all over the world, and they made an appointment not to meet each other again.

"More than 30 people were all brought together by quick and effective methods, and each one was defeated and killed one by one. None of us can imagine what a powerful method that is, and what a powerful killer did it." Jonathan The look in his eyes was different, and the previous overly violent reaction finally found a reason.

Although I have known for a long time that Ian Noye is a killer with terrifying marksmanship and killed many people, but it has never been as clear as now, "Boss, this is your private matter, I have no position to intervene, but you really Do you want to mess up everything about yourself for him?!"

He pointed at Feng Zhannuo, and the siren of the fire engine came from a distance, breaking the dead silence at this moment.

"FBI." Taking out his ID from his pocket, Jonathan turned around and walked away. When directing the fire brigade to put out the fire, be careful not to damage the scene too much.

Feng Zhannuo picked up the paper bag from the ground, which contained newly bought clothes, patted the dust on the outside of the paper bag, rolled it up and held it in his hand, "I want to ask what Jonathan said, let me know when you think about it." Answer."

"Then what do you think?" Feston walked behind him.

He looked at the smoke and dust that was still swirling in mid-air, "I actually want to ask myself, if there is someone who will make you doomed and make what you do like walking on the edge of a cliff, do you want to continue?" stand beside him?"

"You really have to ask yourself, as long as you are not afraid of falling, you can stand wherever you want. The point is, are you afraid?" want an answer.

The wind stopped, and the sun shone through the smoky air again. Feng Zhannuo squinted his eyes, "Who are you asking? I'm a ghost." The light shone on that smiling and sly face.