Love Killer

His cold gaze was directed at Walter, and his flickering eyes also looked at Feng Zhannuo.

There are a few strands of gray hair combed very well, neat and tidy three-piece suit, the silver watch chain of the pocket watch hanging on the outer edge of the pocket, holding a wooden cane with a large size in his hand, Walter with a calm and solemn expression, he gives I feel like a respected retired teacher, is he a white ghost?

What is a white ghost?Wendy's question hadn't been answered yet, but Feston pulled her behind without any hesitation, and drew out his pistol at the same time, "Who the hell are you?"

"I'm also your teacher, Feston, how come you don't know me?" Walter leaned on a cane, and the front part of the cane handle turned in his hand a few times, Feng Zhannuo raised his wrist, "Wendy, leave Here, go to a safe place."

Wendy became their biggest weakness. Even if she was pulled aside by Feston, the distance was still too close for the white ghost, so close that he could kill her at any time. The reason why I didn't do it in the first place.

"No one should leave, why don't you sit down and have a good chat?" Walter and White, that is, the White Ghost, stopped Wendy's movement and looked at them with wide smiles.

"Your habit is still the same, White Ghost, you still like to see people's surprised expressions before they die, they didn't expect to be shot by the bullet in your cane, let alone be respected by yourself when chatting happily Is it interesting?" The atmosphere in the living room seemed to be calm, but in fact it was on the verge of breaking out, and Feng Zhannuo's tone suddenly became relaxed, as if he was joking with an old friend.

"It's very interesting, of course it's interesting. You are the student who has been with me for the longest time. Zhan Nuo, is your name Zhan Nuo now? Back then, I found a Chinese dictionary with great difficulty and found the word 'cut' for you. , which means to cut off the head, what a wonderful sight." As if in a class, the white ghost was like a professor of literature who strongly recommended a certain famous book.

"And according to what you said, when I came out of the orphanage, I wore a chain with the word 'Nuo' on it. That was the only clue to my life experience, but you threw that chain away a long time ago, didn't you? It doesn't matter what it's called, it's important You want my life, and I want yours too." Feng Zhannuo sneered, not hiding his killing intent.

"You want to kill me? Kill your teacher? It's too regrettable." The white ghost sighed, and a ferocious light flashed in his smiling eyes, "Don't you want to know how I became his teacher? Stan Keddar, another student of mine, my excellent work, it's a pity that you two are so disobedient."

The white ghost who taught him various killing techniques back then turned out to be Feston's teacher. This fact surprised Feng Zhannuo, and Feston was equally surprised.

They have the same teacher, and they have been in touch with each other through the white ghost long before they knew each other, which can also explain why their skills are evenly matched. There are similar countermeasures, except for some customary fit, maybe the same technique taught by the same teacher, is another reason.

He and he were, in a way, a partnership, from a long time ago, long before they knew each other.

Is it a coincidence, or did God arrange all this long ago, just waiting for them to find out?

The gentleman Mr. Walter showed his true colors, confronted two young people, and she became a hostage. This unreal scene happened in the living room of Wendy's house. Although she was old, she was still not confused, quiet Standing, I don't want to affect the actions of these two young people because of myself.

After the initial shock, Feston's eyes suddenly darkened, "The operation that caused Danny's death, it was you who changed the commander's mind, Walter, or White, I don't care what your name is, I remember you are How did you advise them that it was you who caused the death of my subordinates and that mistake, don’t pretend to be my teacher, you are not worthy.”

"Why did you give up my good teacher? I was recommended to you by your superiors and approved by your family. I am the only one who has the ability to teach you..." White Ghost stared at Feston, and opened his pocket watch In the blink of an eye, Wendy heard their conversation in the corner and was shocked.

"You have been in the SEALs and have served in the army for many years. You are indeed outstanding, but I didn't expect you to be a killer. You taught Zhan Nuo and taught me. I should recognize you, if not You wore a hat to avoid the camera when you went to visit Gran, I should have recognized you a long time ago." Noticing the subtle movements of the white ghost, Feston glanced at Feng Zhannuo.

Feng Zhannuo was also looking at him, both of them knew the other's hint, as long as the white ghost came to the door, he couldn't be the only one.

Outside the courtyard, the roses are still exuding fragrance, the morning air is fresh, the sun is not so dazzling, and its heat is gently swaying, everything looks so peaceful and serene, but the two people in the house feel a sense of tranquility. A vague sense of crisis.

"He won't give you this chance, he's a white ghost." It's not surprising that Fieston failed to see the white ghost's face in the surveillance video, Feng Zhannuo suddenly rushed towards Wendy, Felston Shoot at the same time.

Gunshots exploded in the living room, and the white ghost rolled over behind the sofa when he saw Feng Zhannuo jumping up, "You ruined my masterpiece, Zhan Nuo, and your partners, look at them leaving the organization What did it become after that?! You really let me down!"

"And you, Feston, you actually said that I am not worthy to be your teacher?!" Standing up from behind the sofa, his neat hair became messy, and the white ghost's gentle camouflage was also broken at the same time, the bullets fired from the cane Flying to Wendy, "You all protect this old woman so much, then let her die first."

As if seeing the expected scene, the white ghost smiled happily, but a dinner plate flying from Feston's hand blocked the bullet and condensed into a cruel smile at the corner of his mouth. The golden fried egg was knocked on the ground, Wendy looked at the fried eggs on the ground and suddenly became angry.

"I'm here to kill him, you go!" They heard this sentence from Wendy's mouth, this Wendy with a warm smile, this kind old lady, she grabbed the apron in her hand, and even grabbed the kitchen chopping board Vegetable knife on the table, "He killed my son, he killed Danny! I want his life!"

Feston grabbed her tightly, "Don't move!"

Feng Zhannuo didn't want to see her fall under the gun of the white ghost, "Wendy! Do you want to court death in front of us!"

"If I kill her in front of you, it will be my greatest victory. Of course, there are better things..." The white ghost smiled strangely, "Do it!" He suddenly raised his cane and said to press somewhere on it.

There must be an annunciator there. After receiving the order, the black shadow that fell from the roof kicked the window, and the sound of glass shattering was accompanied by the sound of gunfire. Now they have seen how many killers there are, but they don't have time to count them one by one.

The white ghost jumped on the coffee table, waving his cane as if he were conducting a symphony, and reciting poetry, "Kill them, no matter what method is used, this is a big deal, kill any one, and you will get Everything you want—kill—”

He jumped from the coffee table to the sofa, jumped onto the window sill, threw away his stick, and pulled out his gun. The gunshots in the house were like a tune-changed melody, shaking people's eardrums in a hurry. In this suburb, when someone calls the police, the police will arrive. Sometimes all you can do is collect the corpse.

"He's a murderer." Pushing Wendy upstairs, Feston leaned against the wall to avoid the burst of fire just now, and the dark gun body in his raised wrist flashed coldly.

Feng Zhannuo was on the other side, snorting, "Who's to say no, he's still a bloodthirsty lunatic, if any of us falls into his hands, believe me, the worst outcome is not death."

"Come out, someone called you Caesars, and there are ghosts, right?" The white ghost in the living room waved to the stairway where they were hiding like a kind elder, "It's really surprising that we can have a good chat About my two most outstanding students, I want to know how you met?"

Bang, gunshots and blood splatters were his answer, and there seemed to be a red light in the White Ghost's eyes as another killer he had recruited fell down the stairs.

The two best students, this is not a compliment, but a fact. You can see how true his evaluation is right in front of you.

The white ghost is not a lunatic, on the contrary, he uses a crazy appearance to cover up the murderous and brutal truth, and occasionally uses a solemn disguise to cover up his madness. He knows the strength of these two people better than anyone else.

Occupying the geographical advantage, Feng Zhannuo and Fieston waited for work at leisure, like hunters guarding traps and waiting for their prey to take the bait, aiming at their prey, and those who become their enemies will know what will happen when these two people join forces.

Screams and wailing, corpses and blood appeared at the same time, they made the same choice after winning, and continued to calmly wait for the prey to be delivered to their guns.

The voice of the white ghost was still echoing downstairs, "You can't escape today, you will die here, my people surround you, and the forest outside is also full of my people, you will fight for you What you did at the beginning was to feel regret. Zhannuo, and you, Feiston, you will also regret it, you chose the most wrong person..."

The white ghost's unfinished words revealed a secret accident, but he didn't say anything to me, "You are all my students, do you think students can kill the teacher?"

The sound of footsteps approaching, killers are not rare after all, the laughter of the white ghost came up, Wendy clutched the apron tightly in her hand, nervous and angry, "This is the devil's laughter, he is a murderer!"

"Devils should also be afraid of death. Only bullets can end everything. Fortunately, we don't have to use silver bullets." At the critical moment, Feng Zhannuo calmed down instead, sneered slightly, and looked down from the gap at the stairs.

Feston changed a magazine, "There is a back door here, you go first."

"What did you say?" Kanlan's eyes were frosted, "You want me to leave you alone? Feston Al Qaeda! Are you looking for death?!"

Rarely called by their full names, Feng Zhannuo gritted his teeth and said, the barrel of the gun directly pressed against Fieston's temple, "If you want to die, I'll shoot faster!"

Being looked at coldly by him, Feston grabbed his gun, "Then you tell me what else to do, this is the best plan to reduce losses, if both of us stay, Wendy will escape alone." But the ambush outside the door!"

What he said was right, but damn it... Feng Zhannuo clenched his fist, narrowed his eyes and smiled, "Then why didn't I stay and you go?"

Neither of them wants the other to take risks. Even if they know that they are not so easy to be killed by others, who can guarantee that accidents will not happen.

The killer who rushed downstairs caught up, Feng Zhannuo and Fieston had no time to argue, and ran to the wide terrace with Wendy, Wendy stood still panting, "It seems that I am the biggest trouble... ..."

Just as she was about to say something, a huge explosion suddenly came from outside. In the woods outside downstairs, the screams proved their guess. No matter who it was, it seemed that someone had come to support them. Immediately afterwards, a familiar cry The voice sounded in the woods, "God knows how hard it is to find you! Are you still alive?"

Feng Zhannuo moved his shoulders, "It seems that today's luck is not bad."

"Maybe what you should worry about is whether there are enough bullets." Taking out a few rounds of magazines from his arms, shaking them in front of his eyes, and putting them in his hands, Feston replied to the woods, "It's just in time, Bob."