Love Killer

The ups and downs of breathing, the weight of body collisions, the cold handcuffs stained with heat, the window of the bedroom isolates everything from the outside world, and this space seems to be isolated from the world.

Feston was not the only one who fell, Feng Zhannuo finally found out why Bob was so worried at this moment.

He couldn't resist this man.

The principle of a killer is self-discipline and self-control, and he has lost self-control. If Feston wants to take the opportunity to arrest him, he will not be able to escape the trap he set. If the trap is Feston himself, he may automatically realize it. jump down.

What did Feston think, what would this man think when he was voluntarily handcuffed to the bed... Feng Zhannuo couldn't think more, he was addicted to this kind of feeling that every time he was more than last time In a good mood, the situation he will face now may be unprecedentedly dangerous, but it is also unprecedentedly exciting and exciting.

In this fierce afternoon, it was raining outside, and the steaming heat in the bedroom was equally sweaty.

In the end they still didn't leave from here.

The expected storm did not come for a long time, perhaps because of the forces behind Feston, Folkoff did not let people search the area, and found the federal team members in the killer's territory, which is not too glorious anyway. In addition, he is none other than the famous Caesar of the FBI.

"The Al Qaeda Group must have donated a lot of money. I think this Fukoff may be suffering from a headache right now and doesn't know what to do with you." Feng Zhannuo's upper body was naked while he was doing push-ups, and his muscles followed him. His movements relaxed and then tensed, and his tone sounded gloating.

"He will think about it, so we have to settle things before that." With the voice, a figure came beside him, and Fieston knelt down and hung the towel around his neck, "Wipe your sweat and rest, I will Ordered takeaway."

He let go of his hands and wiped his sweat, spread his hands and feet on the floor, and closed his eyes to rest, "Takeaway? Are you afraid that someone will send another bomb? I don't want the house to be bombed."

"What should come will always come. I am not afraid of bombs, but I am afraid that they will not appear, whether it is aimed at you or me, or for other purposes." People who can control danger are always calm beyond ordinary people, Feston is one of them.

During the suspension period, he could still conduct investigations, but Feston did not do so. Feng Zhannuo questioned, "I thought the suspension was just talk, and it has been more than half a month. Apart from using people from the homicide squad, what are you really doing?" Didn't do it? You don't seem to be such an obedient person, wouldn't a lone hero always take the risk of investigating alone after betraying his relatives?"

"You've watched too many movies." Feston sat down next to him, seeming to find his words interesting, his light laughter caused the air to vibrate, Feng Zhannuo's body was still sweating, and his chest was heaving due to panting , The slightly opened mouth was suddenly blocked.

Then he tasted the taste of mineral water, from Feston's mouth, it was clear and sweet, the water flowed down along the overlapping lips, wetting the neck, Feston's kiss also extended along with it, from the chin To the collarbone, as if to chew his bones.

"Hey, don't you want to be dissatisfied..." He scratched the hair on the back of his neck, and the answer he got stuck to his ear, "You just found out now?"

In private, Feston is not as serious as he looks on the outside. Feng Zhannuo thinks that he should have known that from the very beginning, from the time he made people misunderstand their relationship, from the time he held a gun and forced him to kiss, he was Should know.

But he always forgot, "Do you still want to be handcuffed to the bed by me? Do you want to do it again..." The Feston in his memory always aroused his desire to conquer.

"Do you still want to try?" He neither refused nor agreed, but the smile in Feston's eyes made this possibility a difficult challenge. Unable to resist, he showed a provocative smile, "Why can't you think about it, just think about it, it won't be too late for you to get angry when you really do it—"

Without letting him continue, Feston seemed to be impatient to interrupt his words. His hands were inserted into his hair, and the sweat-wet hair was softer than before, and his skin showed a tight luster after exercise. , he was eager to taste it.

Feston's tongue wrapped around his, and his palms groped down along the elastic skin. He hugged his neck cooperatively. This is probably the most familiar exercise these days. I find it ridiculous that neither he nor Feston can restrain their desires, and they are always suddenly controlled by it.

I don't know how long this kind of life will last. Feng Zhannuo considers himself a calm killer, and he also believes that Feston has always been a steady and self-reliant person. Maybe he has considered this issue as much as he did, otherwise he would not This has been said for several years, but what will happen, they have not discussed it in detail.

Two men, two different positions, in this era, in this environment, it is difficult to last long, and besides this problem, there are more things to worry about, whether the killers left by those organizations have come to Chicago, Will they take any greater action? "What's the news?" Feston was using his computer that day, and the Internet brought great convenience. Feng Zhannuo stuck his head out from the bedroom, and the The man looked at the computer screen intently, and instead of answering his words, he asked instead, "I didn't expect you to have a network here to receive business?"

"If it wasn't for you, I would have taken this question as spying information." Who dared to ask a killer what he installed the network for, he walked over to look at the eye screen, and Feston was reading the mail.

"So what if it's just spying on information, will you answer?" Pulling Feng Zhannuo over, smelling the refreshing scent of shower gel on his body, Feston messed up his hair, "I haven't touched your email, believe it If it is opened, many customers will entrust it.”

"It's enough as evidence. Do you want to open it and take a copy?" He raised his eyebrows and glanced at Feston's mailbox. There was a large amount of text on the page, and he didn't have time to see what he was talking about.

"There's news." Seeing his eyes, Fieston knew what he wanted to know, "The homicide squad has found something, but I'm not sure yet, but there are a few suspicious people who have specified the firearms they want to buy in the black market... ..."

"This is a habit. We all use our own weapons, and choose the most suitable one according to different distances and setting occasions." They are no longer joking, and the current situation is not suitable for any jokes.

"You are the person who knows them best, what do you think, is it time to act?" After pulling Feng Zhan Nuo aside, Fieston didn't let him stand up again, and let him sit on the armrest a little bit. Go up and face the densely packed letters on the monitor together.

"This is an email from the homicide squad. They investigated according to the direction I said, and indeed found something, not only the black market, but also several banks. At the same time, they remitted a large sum of money to those people. The remittance account It’s from abroad, most of it is a fake account, and it’s not so easy for the other party to let me find out the source.”

Pointing to the page, Feston had a thoughtful expression, the light on the monitor shone on his face, he was still the same Feston, with that faint but calm and decisive gaze, "One month is almost up, I Try to get things sorted out within this deadline, turn your focus away, and you'll be much safer."

"Don't tell me what is safe. I never know what is safe. Even if the FBI targets me, they may not be able to catch me from that group of people. Even if there is evidence, it is not so easy to catch me. You are the one who knows best, aren't you?" Leaning on Fieston with folded arms, Feng Zhannuo's self-confidence always made him very dazzling.

"I just know that if you don't ask for evidence, it's not difficult to arrest anyone. It's just that I didn't want to do that to you at the beginning. Don't think that everyone will be like me." Feston reminded him.

"Like you? Who would dare?" He teased deliberately, "Did you always take a fancy to me and keep finding fault just to get close to me?"

"Whatever you say, as long as you know in your heart, who is looking for faults and wants to get close to whom." Feston didn't plan to analyze what happened, and the result was already in front of him. "As soon as there is news, the murder squad will act. I will be notified when the time comes, you may have a chance if you want to see Lonely Yingya."

"The homicide squad can be mobilized. What's the use of just suspending you? It seems that Folkoff is so jealous of you not only because of the Al-Qaeda Group, but also because of that sentence, Caesar is Caesar. It's not that you didn't act, but you didn't." Come forward, it has already been arranged, right?" Leaning closer, he asked him in a low voice.

"I really want to know?" With an inscrutable smile, Fieston kissed his hair, and he snorted a few times, "If you don't tell me, I'll come for an interrogation, what do you think?"

Standing up from the armrest, he lowered his body meaningfully, trapping Fieston on the single sofa. Before he could move, an email reminder came out from the computer.

"Here we come!" The two turned to the monitor together, and Feston turned it on immediately, and the homicide team made new progress.

"You told them you would show up?!" As a result, Feston still used himself as a bait, and Feng Zhannuo finally saw the content of the email clearly this time.

"Of course the person there is not me, and someone pretends to be someone, but I have to show up, and the person on the other side will show up." Standing up from the sofa, Feston put on his coat, "You stay here and wait for me." This is His usual style.

"Do you think it's possible?" Feng Zhannuo took out a gun from under the table, and smiled coldly, "This is not your business alone.

"That's something he can't change.