Love Killer

Under the slightly blue sky, a murder is going on.

The bullet hit the target along the established trajectory, Feng Zhannuo didn't show a satisfied expression, it was as simple as breathing for him.

"You..." A pool of blood burst out from the chest of the person under the gun, and he stretched his arms but failed to touch a piece of his sleeve. Along with the blood, there was pain and disbelief, "Why? ...you lied to me...that you loved me..."

The black sole stepped on the pool of blood, and in Feng Zhannuo's eyes, the blood was as beautiful as snowflakes, "I never lied to you, but unfortunately, I have to kill you, I'm sorry." With gentle words, Even those beautiful sea-blue eyes had the aftermath of pain, which was unbearable to criticize.

Feng Zhannuo is not the first time to kill someone. To be precise, it is not the first time he has killed the person he loves. The bullet shot into the heart of the other person at a speed of 1380 feet per second. He watched the other person fall down. The feeling always made it difficult for him to breathe, when satisfaction and pain filled his chest at the same time, he couldn't describe what it was like.

Put the USP in his hand on the ground, he didn't wipe his fingerprints, there is no need to do it, there is no trace on it, this gun will be found with this body, the police will trace the origin and whereabouts of the murderer, but they finally You will get nothing, just like countless times before.

He is a killer, and he has no habit of counting how many people he has killed.

The text recorded in the FBI's high-level files did not record the number, which is a good thing for people who do his job, and concealment is a must.

On the rooftop of a tall building, the bright sky made Feng Zhannuo's slightly pale skin translucent. He is thin and slender without looking too big. His whiteness may even give people a sick feeling, but he is Unrestrained and personable, just as he walked away from his lover at this moment, his steps were calm, his blue eyes reflected the corpse on the ground, he took another look quietly, turned and left.

As long as he leaves smoothly, the task will be considered complete, and at this moment, there is a sound of opening the door from the southeast angle, the door of the safe passage is opened, and a man stands there, he sees Feng Zhannuo, and that is not ordinary "Who are you?" He looked at him.

The suit that the man was wearing fit well, but it was not a noble brand name. It was pure black, with a white shirt and a tie that was not too fancy. Judging from the slightly lifted hem of the suit, the man had a gun on his waist, showing off his style Walk towards him without hesitation.

The breeze blows away the brown hair. He walks like a model on a runway, and even his face is not too much. The loose hair is a little golden in the sun, and it seems that even the surrounding air changes instantly. After seeing the smell, the man squinted his eyes to see him approaching, and his eyes changed slightly.

This slight change did not escape Feng Zhannuo's eyes, "Hey, I'm sorry buddy, I just came up to smoke a cigarette, what's the situation next?"

At this moment, he and the other party are dressed very similarly. The similar attire only represents a kind of identity. It is not very good for him to find the FBI at the scene of his murder.

The man on the opposite side had calm eyes, but they were hunter's eyes, and there was definitely suspicion in those eyes, Feng Zhannuo continued to approach as if nothing had happened.

"I ask who you are." The man pulled off his coat, revealing the gun on his waist.

Now, the other party only needs one bullet in his gun to kill him, and his heart was beating steadily, but he got closer, saw the other party's appearance clearly, and laughed, "Ah, so it's Feiston Team leader, didn't the above tell you? I'm new here, two days early, but I can't wait, but I can't find you, so I have to come up to smoke a cigarette first. "

He opened his arms friendly, shrugged his shoulders, and his harmless smile was brighter than the sun. The man named Feston narrowed his eyes slightly against the sun, without any change on his bronzed face, "Hello, welcome, and then what?" ,your name?"

The eyes that stared at Feng Zhannuo did not relax, like a falcon staring at its prey.

"You can call me Fasim. I have half Japanese blood. My mother is Japanese and my father is American. Nice to meet you, Team Leader Feston." Feng Zhannuo stretched out his hand, of course, he is nothing The new FBI team members who come here to report here full-time are not Japanese-American.

He came to kill, he killed the leader of the arms dealer that the FBI was eager to capture, Adam William, as long as Feston walked a few steps, he would see the body, so he had to stop him from moving.

Fortunately, before he used a false identity to sneak into the building, he had done an investigation in advance, and among the members of the FBI team that carried out the arrest mission, he remembered this man, Feston Al-Qaida.

This is the person in front of him. In a bunch of photos, Feston Al Qaeda is obviously the most charismatic, with a resolute face, and he looks like the calm and courageous type, which left a deep impression on him .

Feston Al-Kaida has facial features that the actors would envy, his resolute jaw line is very masculine, his nose bridge is high, his black hair, and his tanned healthy complexion is full of strength, but his eyes are hidden deep. It was also the reason why Feng Zhannuo remembered him at the first sight.

Everyone appreciates beautiful things, not to mention people who have both looks and strength. Of course, they attract attention. This Al Qaeda is the team leader, and it may be easier to deal with it if other team members find out.

From a certain point of view, it was the greatest misfortune for him to be discovered by him.

This was a tricky question, but it wasn't the worst situation he had ever encountered. He stretched out his hand and walked towards him, approaching him step by step. Feng Zhannuo was able to show the most affectionate smile on his handsome face, which naturally gave people a good impression. , his appearance is very likable and typical, handsome, handsome, but not rough.

One of his buddies once said that when he laughed he looked like a harmless antelope, but whenever he held a gun he turned into a fox, cunning and bloodthirsty.At this time, Feng Zhannuo had already walked in front of Feston, and if he took another step, he was sure to knock the man unconscious. He would not kill the federal agent, he was doing something stupid, and he didn't want to cause trouble for himself.

"Fassim," stretched out his hand politely, and Feston's voice was blown away in the wind, "Did the higher-ups tell you that today's operation is completely confidential..." The palm clasped his hand forcefully, "Also, you obviously don't know that no one can transfer people to my group without my consent."

The gradually deepening voice and the dangerous smell instantly surrounded Feng Zhannuo, his eyes changed slightly, but he was not panicked, "Oh, is that so? That means you have already seen me through?"

The clasped hands suddenly changed directions, raised their palms and twisted the opponent's arm, but Feston Al-Qaida took a step forward at the same time, staggered his attack and drew out his pistol. · Al Qaeda slipped out of his hand, and the two figures staggered. They each took a step back and stood still on the roof, knowing that they had met their opponents today.

The wind is blowing on the top, the weather in Illinois, in July, rain clouds suddenly gather above the sky of Chicago, and the showers pour down all at once, in addition to the wet weather, there is also a stream of blood flowing slowly along the raindrops When they opened, the humidity washed them away, and the air smelled of blood.

Feston finally saw the corpse, and saw the sharp light in his eyes suddenly swell, Feng Zhannuo was alert, took a big step forward, and waves set off in the azure blue, "Leader Feston, why don't you come to write a pen?" Let's make a deal, as long as you let me go, I won't say anything..." He dragged his tail, infinitely mysterious.

"You want to negotiate terms with me?" Feston did not get angry or ridiculed, but looked cautious, with a hint of vigilance in his eyes. Feng Zhannuo was very satisfied with this reaction. Thinking of the flickering eyes in front of him, he was very concerned about his own Guessing is a little more sure.

"You only react to men, right? Isn't it hard to suppress? If you let your team members and superiors know your true sexual orientation, you will be expelled from the government department. It should be clearer without me..." Yu Shui In the process, his hand moved to Feston's waist, then his abdomen, and then continued down——

In the rain, the smile on Feng Zhannuo's lips was brisk, and the smugness was even more glaring after the rain. He was like a fox when he held the "gun". This sentence may have a double meaning.