Love Killer

People within range did not respond.

Is it the trust that was gained after so much effort... Feng Zhannuo didn't seem to realize that he was being targeted by a gun, or maybe he didn't care at all, and he was repeating Feston's words in his mind.

He wasn't sure if there was such a thing as trust. He only knew about his past, and he didn't tell anyone about it. Feston had always been a special case.

He once felt that there was a lack of trust in their relationship, because passion had nothing to do with trust, but after Feston was so clearly unhappy because of his silence, he blurted out very naturally that he didn't trust him .

It's not mistrust, it's trust...?It turned out that he had said such words inadvertently, and it turned out that Feston's expression was not without reason. He was willing to take risks and risk losing everything.

He was telling him that he would not hide their relationship in front of others, and he did not want him to continue to hide in the dark.

"It's a ghost!" The surrounding voices increased.

Hans's movements were obvious. Hearing his yelling, the others raised their guns and surrounded them. Except for a few members who led the manhunt, half of the members of the ST team were on high alert. Feston was right in front of them, and he Next to him was the top killer with a gun in his hand. There seemed to be only one explanation for this situation.

"Put the gun down!" Hans stepped forward cautiously, the gunfire in the distance is now irrelevant, the killer in front of him is their biggest enemy.

Turning his eyes, his eyes flicked past Feston, Feng Zhannuo saw Jonathan's heavy and tense face, and raised his eyebrows briskly, "Even if I want to leave now, it seems that it's too late."

How could he be so nonchalant!Jonathan held the gun tightly, aiming at the killer in front of him like everyone else. Feston may have prepared for this day, but his face was still calm, and the wind blew his black hair, revealing the toughness underneath. the edges and corners.

"Hans—" Feston just spoke.

"Are you trying to arrest me or solve more cases?" Feng Zhannuo suddenly interrupted him, asking, the gun was still in his hand, and the light was shining coldly, his smile was secretive, as if there was something in his words.

"What do you mean?" Hans stood at the front, knowing how powerful he was, and because Feston was still at the side.

Feston also looked at him with questioning eyes. He knew what he was worried about, maybe he was afraid that he and his men would fight hard, and both would suffer. He blinked lazily, which looked like some kind of animal Eyes slightly raised.

"I'm not interested in your boss's life, but someone is interested, and it has nothing to do with me." He shrugged helplessly, "But you see, God loves to joke, those people happen to be my 'old friends', and I want to talk to them about old times—"

With a more secretive smile, his voice was deeper and colder. Everyone could hear the meaning in his words, "Are you trying to help the boss now? But why should we believe that those people are not your friends?"

Hans has always been very shrewd, and the others agree with him, "That's right, how do you prove it? How do we know it's not your trick to deal with other killers together with one killer?! The FBI doesn't negotiate conditions with people!"

This sentence seems familiar, don't negotiate conditions with people?His half-smiling eyes glanced at Feston, whose subordinates looked like whom, and there seemed to be a saying like this.

Feston guessed what he meant, but the original intention was not like this, "Hans—"

Feng Zhannuo knew that he wanted to make this matter clear, so he stood up suddenly, blocking his view, and hinted him to shut up.

Quiet, Feston!I just want you to watch and see how I bring this drama to an end.

The meaning conveyed from his glanced backwards contained a warning, Jonathan was right, he couldn't let Feston lose everything he had now because of his own existence.

The others didn't understand the mystery. Hans wondered why Jonathan was silent, and didn't know what Feston wanted to say, but it was too late to ask him, and the ghost raised his gun in front of them, "Because I don't need Trick, with the gun in my hand, it is not difficult to kill anyone."

What he said was the truth. Even if the people present were unwilling, they had to admit that there was no exaggeration in what he said.

"But we can also kill you. You are only one person. No matter how good your marksmanship is, can you kill us all at the same time?" Hans didn't buy it. He glanced at Feston's reaction secretly. But he didn't give him any hint.

"Then whose life are you going to exchange with mine? I'm just a criminal suspect, and the one who died was your companion," he replied smoothly, and he said the stakes to the point. "Have you figured it out? Don't think about it anymore. This is not harmful to you, I promise your boss, as long as you help me solve my old friend together, I will repay you with useful information."

With a polite and friendly smile, people couldn't help but nod their heads sincerely. If they weren't convinced that the person in front of them was a killer, they would have been moved by his kindness and sincerity.

Of course this is impossible, "What information?" Hans had to ask.

"There are many murder cases that have not been closed yet, and it is not even possible to determine whether it was an accident or an assassination. In such cases, it may be easier for me to see the truth. What do you think?" Suggestive eyes, slightly turning blue eyes .

"Of course the killer knows best whether a dead person died of an accident or was assassinated by his peers. Do you mean that you are willing to be an informant?!" Clyde asked in a low voice behind Hans.

"Boss has already agreed?" Hans hurried to look at Feston, "He is on your side, isn't he with the person who wants to kill you? He is now cooperating with us?"

They haven't forgotten Hecate's trouble, and the ghost seems to have helped at that time, and he seemed to be on their side at that time, but is it possible?

Following Hans's questioning, the others looked at Feston. Deputy Director Temple also died at the hands of this ghost. They did not forget the tense scene at that time. These two people could almost be regarded as rivals.

Almost, because the subsequent development was a bit unexpected. How could they have thought that one day they would consider cooperating with ghosts?

Feston did not speak while everyone was watching. He remained silent, and the others remained suspicious of the ghost's words.

Under the sunlight, the cold gray eyes seemed to be revealed, and the fearful eyes did not change at all, but they were not looking at them. Feston looked at the ghost, as if he was judging the authenticity of what he said, or as if Thinking of something else, being stared at by such eyes is definitely not a pleasant thing, but the ghost Ian raised his eyebrows indifferently, and looked at each other with somewhat provocative eyes.

Their eyes met, and under the superficial confrontation, there was a look in the eyes that only a few people could understand.

No matter how other people guess, I'm afraid they can't guess Feston's complicated mood at the moment. When he was going to break up the relationship between them, Feng Zhannuo stopped him, but he offered help in this way, and used this excuse as an excuse. He hides.

He didn't have to do it, not at all.

The depressing silence was finally broken, "He's right, since the temporary cooperation is beneficial to both of us, there's nothing wrong with it." His kindness?When he considered this level for him.

Even if this is different from his own wishes, an overly tough attitude will only destroy the relationship between them.

Feston's meaningful eyes stared deeply, his tone was slow and deep, Feng Zhannuo's eyes were slightly raised, and an indescribable cunning and smile leaked from the corners of his eyes.

The two agreed, but the others were surprised by Feston's decision. At this moment, the sporadic gunfire stopped in the distance, and suddenly there was an explosion, and the shock came from the ground, even reaching them.

A call came from Jonathan's walkie-talkie, "The situation has changed, the target is out of control, the bomb has caused casualties, everyone be careful!"

Then came Derek's voice, "Have you found the leader? How's the situation? The target is heading in your direction, be vigilant!"

"He's probably a bomb killer. If it was my old friend, he'd be 'Ray'. He once sank a moving tanker because he couldn't get on board. His target was the tanker. Come on." Responding quickly, Feng Zhannuo approached the direction of the explosion first, and his words attracted attention, but the members of the ST team behind him also inevitably slandered about the speed of his defection.

"This is cooperation, but the action must follow my arrangement." Feng Zhannuo was dragged backward by Feston as the back of his neck was suddenly strangled by a hand, "Didn't we agree a long time ago?"

Who made an agreement with him, he looked back at Feston.

The sharp eyes, the eyes that cannot be refuted, and the response to his gaze indicate that this decision cannot be changed. Obviously, Feiston just made an excuse in front of his subordinates to let him stay behind, Feng Zhannuo raised his eyebrows, "I am not Your men."

He followed Feston's footsteps without falling far, and searched the woods behind the community. This was not where the explosion sounded as he originally wanted to go, but since "Thunder" would follow the target, it didn't matter where he went.

"This is to avoid harming the innocent, but isn't it too dangerous in the woods?" At that time, they will disperse their actions. The other party is a bomb killer, and the boss is a bit risky. Clyde expressed his concern to Hans.

"I don't think our luck will be too bad. In fact, it has always been good. You think, if the people who have trouble with the boss seem to happen to be enemies of ghosts, isn't the goddess of luck on our side?" The ridicule seemed to mean something else, Clyde turned around, only to see Hans's thoughtful face.