Love Killer

Feston Al-Qaeda never thought that this cunning ghost would make mistakes in this way. Everyone makes mistakes, and the murderer, no matter how meticulous his calculations are, will leave flaws and clues. It just depends on whether others will find out they.

Of course, the killer also makes mistakes, for example, he saw the true face of the ghost, but this time the "ghost"'s mistakes are too weird, no one has seen the god of death to save a life, let alone the life of such an animal.

What kind of person is he?In the light of the fire, Feston patted the dust off his clothes and stuffed him into the car.

No matter how you look at it, this is a very ridiculous situation.

In the evening, a hit man and a federal agent show up at the same time in a hospital emergency room, scolded by doctors, with a cat wandering at their feet.

The correct scene should be that the man lying on the hospital bed in the emergency room shoots a bullet with the gun he was holding in his hand just a moment ago, and the FBI, who is wearing an iron-gray suit and looking through the case form, will be killed if he survives. It was time to handcuff this killer against the bed frame of the stainless steel bed.

Instead of Feng Zhannuo sitting on the edge of the bed, with gauze wrapped around his head, in front of him is Feston with his sleeves rolled up, with his blood on his shirt collar, and an elderly doctor in a white coat in front of them. Writing records and wearing a name tag, John.

"...Your body, what should I say? Congratulations on your weight loss success?" Dr. John glanced at the information on the form, "Mr. Ian Noy, your injury is not serious, but you have severe hypoglycemia , malnutrition, do you have anorexia?"

Looking suspiciously at him, Feng Zhannuo shook his head, "I've been too busy with work recently, I often forget to eat, maybe this is the reason."

Of course, there is only one so-called job. Fieston's eyes were dark, and Feng Zhannuo's gaze was turned towards him intentionally or unintentionally, and he continued to add, "I had a business trip a few days ago."

"Are you a model? Are you going to shoot a location?" The old doctor asked curiously, Feng Zhannuo smiled, "Las Vegas, it's like an oven, it consumes too much energy." He had expected that it would happen In this case, when he met Lilith this time, he was on vacation and was preparing to wait for his physical condition to recover. The commission to kill Adam William was purely accidental.

"Oh! Las Vegas?! Impossible! Are you kidding me? You lack sun exposure!" There is plenty of sunshine there, so of course there shouldn't be lack of sun exposure. Hearing what the doctor said, Feng Zhannuo sighed regretfully, "But I haven't been out."

"That's it—" Dr. John has seen all kinds of strange things, and Dr. John made a long tail, thinking he was smart and suddenly realized, and then glanced vaguely at Feston next to him, "Of course, you can stay here every day. In the hotel."

It seems that he was misunderstood, Feng Zhannuo will make mistakes, "I don't want to do this either, but I can't help it." He spread his hands.

"However, I want to advise you that young people are in good health, but don't overdo it. Now you have hypoglycemia and malnutrition, so you see, you can't just do things...cough, um...don't eat." Cough It implicitly hinted that this Doctor John obviously did not discriminate, and continued to talk to himself to express his concern for him. Feston stood beside him with a gloomy face, completely regarded as the culprit.

Feng Zhannuo kept talking with the doctor with a smile, "That's right, so I will have a good meal when I come back this time." During that time, in order to wait for the sniper target to appear, he didn't eat anything for three consecutive days, relying only on a water bottle The water in the tunnel maintains its strength, and it has not even moved. It is just in the tunnel, and when the target appears, it will be fatal with one blow.

Feston met his smiling face. There was no smile in those blue eyes, and the cold light flickered. There was no need to doubt it. If the situation required, this Dr. John might die in the hands of the ghost in the next second.

"Okay, it's none of your business here, get out." Pulling the curtains on both sides, Fieston stood by the bed with his arms folded, with a lukewarm expression and a commanding tone, Dr. John recalled the years when he was a military doctor , couldn't help looking him up and down, "Young man is so angry, look at you, are you from the army?"

"Get out." Without talking nonsense with him, Feston took out his ID and found out that he was the FBI. Only then did the old man realize that he might have guessed wrong, and aimed at the suit that Feng Zhannuo was holding between his hands.

Feng Zhannuo put away his smile, loosened his hands, dropped his suit on the floor, and no longer concealed it. He lay down on the hospital bed and showed his handcuffs. Doctor John understood and shook his head regretfully. Such a handsome young man needs to be graceful, Who would have thought that if he had a temperament, he would be a criminal arrested by the FBI.

The tabby cat jumped onto the foot of the bed. It was because of it that the relationship between the two was misunderstood. Before Dr. John went out, he looked at it suspiciously.It didn't know when it jumped into the car and followed them to the clinic, maybe it was lost, its hair was not too dirty, and it was very friendly to people.

Two people and a cat were in the emergency room separated by a curtain. Feng Zhannuo was not stunned by the explosion. To be precise, part of the reason was his hypoglycemia. On the left was an IV stand, and he was lying He didn't move, he didn't speak, his facial features were actually very delicate, he was indeed not purebred Caucasian, more like a mixed race, under the brown hair was a pair of sky blue eyes.

Smiling to win a woman's heart effortlessly, and shooting a gun, anyone can feel the coldness of death from them, Felston watched him, whether the ghost was called Ian Noye or not , this guy is different from the prisoners he has caught.

"How many years have you been in this business?" He dragged a chair and sat down beside him, with his arms folded and his eyes enigmatic.

It was very similar to an interrogation. Feng Zhannuo knew that he couldn't run away for the time being. At least he had to hang up the bottle of infusion before he could deal with the other party. "It's been almost 28 years since I was born." He shrugged.

"Almost?" Feston was not satisfied with his answer, he explained, "I don't know my birthday, it's not against the law."

That is to receive training since childhood, Feston looked at him thoughtfully, "After investigation, Lilith, who was killed by you, lived in an orphanage before she became a dancer. Later, the orphanage was burned down, but still There's a roster, and there's a half-breed named Noy in it."

In the medical record just now, after Feng Zhannuo woke up, Ian Noy was filled in, "So what? You are a witness. You saw me in self-defense. Are you going to take me back to the police station now?" He asked very easily.

Lilith was dead, and most of the surviving orphans were adopted and changed their names. Even finding witnesses to confirm his identity was not so easy, and he knew this as well as Feston.

At the same time, Lilith's death also cut off the clue connection between him and Adam William, and Feston did not have any direct evidence to prove that he was the murderer.

"Stop wasting time on me, Team Leader Al Qaeda," he sat up and slowly approached Feston Al Qaeda, "Even if you are caught, you can only detain me for 24 hours at most, you know that very well, you If you want to use the present time to get words out of my mouth, I advise you not to dream."

The change of title means that he no longer has the mood of playing games. He is serious, with a slow and melodious baritone, and his eyes exude the breath of death. This is a real ghost, the shadow of death, the cat Meng curled up at the foot of the bed. The fur on his back stood up, his claws opened, his sharp teeth opened to Feng Zhannuo, and he let out a scream full of warning and hostility.

Facing the danger in his words, Fieston closed his eyes slightly without changing his face, with a deep meaning, "Any criminal who falls into my hands, I will not let him have a second chance to escape."

Holding Feng Zhannuo by the collar and bringing him to the front, Fieston seemed to have received an interesting challenge. Feng Zhannuo smiled, but there was no smile in his eyes, "Then we'll see."

Bob was right, the only solution to being targeted by the Falcon, Feston Al Qaeda, was a bullet.

The vibration sounded, and it was Feston's phone call. He threw the ghost back on the bed, "Will, I'm fine." Will called, because he hadn't heard from him since he went out, and he didn't come home.

"Don't wait for me, you go back first, I still have something to do." He held the phone, but his eyes never left Feng Zhannuo on the hospital bed, and he would take him to the police station in a while.

"Will is the blond boy, right? How does he behave on the bed?" Looking back on the scene he saw, Feng Zhannuo's ambiguous words were full of hints, and suddenly he raised his voice, "Honey, your lover is staying with me temporarily , he is worried that I will be taken away alone..."

Feston frowned and pressed his mouth. Feng Zhannuo didn't know the reaction on the other end of the phone. Judging from Feston's reaction, he had no feelings for his little lover. There was malice in his eyes. He stuck out his tongue and licked it. his palm.

The tip of the moist tongue slowly slid across the dry and stable palm. Feng Zhannuo raised his head and squinted his eyes slightly. The blue blood vessels were faintly visible on his upturned neck. His physique was very beautiful. Although he was thin, he was not delicate. , Lean muscles wrapped around a frame about six feet tall, tall and lean, like some kind of animal.

Looking slowly, Feston didn't hear what Will was saying on the other side, he hung up the phone, "Shoot me while I'm having sex, and now you're teasing me like that, what are you trying to do? Ghost? Or call you Ian Noah Yi?"

According to Feston, he seemed to be seducing him, the gaze above was difficult to understand, Feng Zhannuo withdrew his tongue, "The high-status FBI agent, the leader of the ST team members, look at the house you live in and the car you drive , The family background should be good, Feston Al Qaeda, you have all the things you should have, and now I am handcuffed here, and I am likely to go to jail, what else do you think I can do?"

It turned out that he just didn't want him to have an easy time, Fieston raised his eyebrows slightly, "This is jealousy, you are jealous of my life."

His eyes were pity, like a policeman pitying a prisoner, Feng Zhannuo had never been looked at like this, this kind of look always appeared on him, only he looked at others like this, "Feston Al Qaeda! Not everyone is born into a good family like you, and not everyone is like you!"

Zhanlan is like a huge wave in the sea, "You are an elite in the eyes of others, the team leader, the leader, you take solving the case as a challenge, but you can't hide it from me." He sneered, "It's not for law and order, it's your job to catch criminals." Victory, you want them to go to jail..."

The waves of mystery were ups and downs, and met Feston's eyes, "You are enjoying the thrill of hunting, don't pretend to be a good person, in fact-you are no different from me."