Love Killer

After answering the phone, Feston led him to sit on the sofa together, "Director Folkoff, what's the matter? I'm on suspension."

I don't know how many people would take the suspension as a vacation, and said it so frankly, Feng Zhannuo could hear Fukoff's voice on the other end of the phone, starting with ordinary greetings, this is a business call.

While talking on the phone, Firston's fingertips rubbed against his fingers. This seemed to be a completely subconscious movement. The intimate movements between them gradually increased. Firston liked physical contact very much. Deepen, this is another discovery made by Feng Zhannuo.

"Half a month has passed. During this period, I heard some rumors. Feston, I hope you can explain to me why the G group acted without authorization, and the killer was involved during the operation?! The assassination of Tanbul The suspect is already wanted, Feston, are you covering up the murderer?" On the phone, Folkoff finally got to the point, his voice cold.

"You already know that he and I are friends, why bring up the old things again?" Fieston turned to the side, Feng Zhannuo was watching him, he vaguely heard the content of the phone call.

"Friend?" Folkoff's inscrutable tone seemed to have other meanings. "It's not good for you to admit that you are friends with a criminal, let alone your relationship...is it really just friends?"

In Feston's silence, Fukoff continued with a little surprise, "Why didn't you deny it? I thought you would deny it, so it's true? What kind of relationship do you have?!" He It seemed that he didn't believe it.

"What do you want to say?" A sharp light flashed across the eagle's eyes, and Feston filtered all kinds of possibilities in his mind, "Who told you this?"

"I'm your superior, don't get me wrong, I'm not obligated to answer your questions!" Folkoff walked around in his office, and the sound of pacing could be heard on the phone.

"A killer...you are capable. I can't believe this is true. You are Feston Al-Qaeda of the Al-Qaeda family. Your Al-Qaeda Group has maintained a good relationship with the government. You are working Your performance is also very good, I still remember that you have always hated those criminals, how can you get involved with a professional killer now? This is not like you, Feston. "

You don’t need to see Fukov’s expression to guess it. He must be in shock now. That old face must have changed color a long time ago. Feng Zhannuo leaned over to the phone and heard what Fukov said. I heard it, but continued to say, "Do you have direct evidence that he is the murderer we are looking for? If there is, the FBI can arrest him."

Fingers continued to rub against the palm of his hand, Feston touched those inconspicuous traces, he was calm, and Folkoff was not in such a good mood, "I see, the list of criminals How did the portrait get lost, did you do that too?! Feston?!"

"As long as there is no direct evidence to prove that he is the person we are looking for, and no one identifies the murderer, you can't say that I am covering up criminals. I didn't go to court, and I didn't have a sentence. We have no right to convict ordinary citizens." Feston's law He must have studied well. If he became a lawyer, he might be able to exonerate many people. Feng Zhannuo watched him defend himself with great interest.

Folkoff didn't expect him to say it so clearly, "You concealed what Tanbul did for the Bureau, and asked me to hand over the investigation rights to you, all because of this killer, what are you going to do next? A one-month suspension is not enough. You let the crime squad investigate the recent homicides for you, investigate their connection, and then submit an application for leave-you have never used a day of medical leave before. Are you going to resign? "

Feng Zhannuo didn't know these things at all, he looked at Feston in surprise.

The purpose of investigating the homicide is to find out who may be behind the killer, and the application for leave is to ensure that he will not be troubled during this time, or at least he can solve it with him when someone is troubled, if it is really like them As I thought, the people of the organization will come to revenge, and he who is the root of everything will never be missed.

"No, I don't plan to resign yet." Seeing Feng Zhannuo's surprised eyes, Feston made a gesture to explain to him later, "Even if I want to resign, the bureau probably won't approve it right away, let alone my Team."

"You entered the FBI as a member of the Al-Qaeda Group, which is one of the conditions for the cooperation between the Al-Qaeda Group and the government. You can't just stop doing it. As for your team, I think you are a responsible person, and you must also Be responsible for what you have done!" Folkoff's tone was not good, which is understandable, and facing a subordinate who is difficult to control, as a superior, he can only maintain his dignity in this way.

Feston hung up the phone and threw it aside, "I can't live here, go and pack up my things."

"I shouldn't have asked you to answer this call at all. Folkoff might ask someone to search for the signal and find it here, although I doubt whether he has the IQ." Just in case, Feng Zhannuo stood up, "It seems We have to move."

"Don't underestimate him. He was personally appointed by the President. Since Hoover, the position of FBI director is only suitable for someone like him." Hearing his answer, Feng Zhannuo quickly understood, "How many times can there be?" A Hoover?" he said sarcastically.

It is rumored that Hoover, the first director, was in control of the privacy and scandals of various politicians at that time. For this reason, no one dared to touch him, and indirectly put the FBI in a delicate position. Everyone was afraid of the evidence in his hands. Until Hoover's death, everyone has learned a lesson since then. Those who can sit in this seat may not have any amazing skills, but they must know what to do and what not to do.

Preserving the reputation of the FBI, cooperating with all parties, and maintaining a balanced relationship are things that the upper management must learn, and Fukoff is no exception, "He will not do anything to you, implicating you is equal to implicating Al Qaeda Group, he will not smash his golden job, I said, the financial donations of Al-Qaeda Group must be quite a lot every year, right?"

He squatted on the ground and lifted the carpet, turned around and asked with a smile.

Feston saw his movements, "What are you doing?"

"What do you think?" After the carpet was lifted, there was the floor lever, and he pried it off together. "If you think I only have this place in Chicago, then you are wrong."

The sly arc on the corner of his mouth was very familiar, and Feston was not surprised, "The basement?"

"Very nice basement, do you want to take a look?" This is an invitation, the killer's secret space, Feng Zhannuo put the opened pieces of wooden floor next to it, there is a groove on the concrete floor below, just right to put your hands on Go in, open the door, and it's dark below.

"Even if someone doubts your carpet, they would never think of lifting the floor to find a secret room." Feston appreciates his caution and understands why he is so cautious. This is not a place in ordinary people's homes .

"Have you ever used this place?" He didn't want to be cloaked in dark shadows all the time.

"Remember what I told you, night vision ability, you can try it too." He walked down, and Feston was behind him, and it was dark below, from light to darkness, and suddenly lost light, just like Lost sight.

"This is where you train yourself." Feston felt a lot of bullet holes. There seemed to be nothing in this basement, only four walls, and there were countless bullet holes on each wall.

"Yes, this is where I train myself. If it is you, you should understand this very well. If you don't move forward, you can only retreat, and I can't let my ability regress." Not only let Feston live in the house, but also let He knew this place, and Feng Zhannuo wondered if he was crazy. He admitted that he had started to trust Feston, but now he seemed to be doing more than just expressing trust.

"I'm glad you brought me here and showed me this." Following the voice, Feston hugged him from behind and put his hand through the front of his clothes, "We don't have to leave now, even if we tracked the phone There is no way to determine the exact address of the signal, only the approximate range.

"Although it's a pity, if there is danger, I will give up this place. I am not as reluctant as you think." Feston rubbed his hand on his chest, stirring up a fire, and his voice tightened unconsciously, "Thank you You are still in the mood, your people may find me, what are you going to do then?"

"You will know." Feston suddenly forced.

Feng Zhannuo was turned to the front, took a few steps back and almost hit the wall, the bullet holes on the cement wall behind him made the whole wall uneven, the rough touch rubbed against his back, arousing a hot upsurge.

"Do it here? Then it's my turn." He hugged Feston's hips, and before he could respond, he reversed his posture and pressed him against the wall almost roughly, "Why me, tell me, Why me? You are Feston Al-Qaeda, you have dozens and hundreds of chances to arrest me, why should you be dragged to this point by me?"

The agitated mood rose with desire, and the words that settled in his mind were like bullets after pulling the trigger, and he blurted out unavoidably, "Suspended, questioned by his subordinates, warned by his superiors, what Folkoff said was right, this point It's not like you, why did you come to this step, you are Feston Al Qaeda—”

"Worried about me? It's not like you, Feng Zhannuo, you have reached this point, why do you still ask why, lest I regret it?" Feston stroked the hair on the back of his head, bit his ear, "here what you want."

The sound of metal crashing, falling to the ground, a pair of handcuffs, "These are not for the police, but they are the same. Where do you want to handcuff me?"

Handcuffing him, imprisoning him in this space, simply imprisoning him here, countless thoughts came up, Feng Zhannuo couldn't restrain the impulse to tie it up, "...follow me!"

The shortness of breath was magnified in this secret room, he dragged Fieston, as if he was afraid that he would run away, and held him firmly, the kiss on his lips seemed to dispel his worries, Fieston was messing with his tongue , the temperature in the mouth is like a fire, constantly colliding and rubbing in the staggering steps, lips and tongue, breath and saliva, everything——

Handcuffing Fieston to the bedside, when this happened, Feng Zhannuo felt that he had lost the ability to think, especially when the man on the bed stared at him with such deep eyes and made an inviting gesture.

Even if the person who came to arrest him was right outside the door, he couldn't leave, his steps could only go forward, and he couldn't turn back.