Love Killer

The patient on the bed didn't seem to react when he heard his words, until a faint chuckle dissipated in the air like an illusion, "...Feston Kaida." He muttered to himself.

Jonathan couldn't tell what kind of emotion this ghost killer, this man named Ian Noye, called this name with, and he couldn't tell what kind of emotion was hidden in these syllables.

"What are you doing here?" There was a suspicious element in the sudden voice, and footsteps entered the room. It seems that Feston has developed a killer habit recently, and his appearance is always very sudden.

The two people in the ward looked at the door at the same time, wearing dark suits, and Feston held food in his hand.

He looked the same as before, and he was not decadent due to the chaos in the bureau. Jonathan hadn't seen him for several days. At this moment, he suddenly met Feston's gaze and quickly expressed his intention, "I am the representative of everyone. Let's see how you are..." He paused, and it could be seen from his expression that this "you" not only represented Feston, but also included a certain killer.

"You see, I'm fine. How about you, did Folkoff make things difficult for you?" Putting down the food, most of them are easy to digest and supplement nutrition. The car keys are always on the coffee table next to him. No, he went to a nearby supermarket.

Before Jonathan answered, Feng Zhannuo looked at the time, "You've only left for 10 minutes, so fast?"

"10 minutes is too long for me. Don't forget that there are still some troubles that have not been resolved. Are you hungry?" It seems that he came back in a hurry. In this early autumn season, there was a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, and he took out food from the bag , Feston saw that Jonathan was still stunned, "Why didn't you answer my question?"

"Ah... Director Fukoff still said the same thing. The team suspended all activities and waited for internal investigations. After the boss, we will be there. Derek's matter is enough to be a reason for internal investigations, but in fact the director asked him to do so, isn't it? Is it? Now he acts as if he has nothing to do with him!" As Feston's subordinate, he suddenly intervened in his private life, and saw with his own eyes how he fed food to a certain killer. Jonathan almost forgot to answer in a daze, but As soon as he opened his mouth, he returned to his original state, and became passionate easily.

"This is the FBI. Even a national agency is nothing more than an organization. Any organization is the same. There is nothing surprising." As Felston expected, he picked up a spoon and sent chicken stewed mushrooms to Feng Zhannuo's mouth On the other hand, he was very calm, it should be said that he was always very calm.

Jonathan saw the ghost who used to fight with them stretch out his strange hands from under the bed. His hands looked normal, but I don’t know why people always suspect that he has magic, “I don’t remember If I'm wrong, I'm injured in the abdomen, and my hand is still intact." He was going to take the food.

"I know." But Feston still stuffed the rice from the spoon into his mouth. The Italian-style aroma quickly washed away the smell of disinfectant in the ward.

"Jonathan, either close your mouth, or come and eat some, don't stand there like a fool." Wiping his mouth with a napkin, Feng Zhannuo was amused by Jonathan's bewildered expression.

"No, I'm not hungry, I have something else to do." As if he still couldn't accept this fact, Jonathan pushed open the door, hesitantly turned around, "Boss, when... are you coming back?" He asked cautiously.

"You go back first." Fieston didn't give him an accurate answer, maybe it wasn't that he didn't want to give it, but that he couldn't be sure.

Feng Zhannuo swallowed his meal, "It's my turn to ask you this time, is this okay? Fuck everything up."

The door was closed, they were the only ones in the room, and Feston took out another bowl of pumpkin soup, "There's nothing wrong with it. Some things have already known the result, but I'm not reconciled if I don't try it. At this time We just have to do it."

"Even if the result of this attempt may cost everything?" Singing a few mouthfuls of soup, he felt full and lay back on the bed. Feston seemed to have lost weight. He felt the stubble on his chin, not quite Obviously, after Feston finished eating the next thing, he patted the empty space, "Come up and accompany me."

He made room for half of the beds, and Feston had no room to refuse his invitation, never had.

He took off his coat and lay down on the hospital bed. The narrow hospital bed could hardly accommodate two tall men, so he could only lie on his side, like two side-by-side spoons. Feston lived on him from behind, avoiding his wound, "I don't want to You'd better not move when the wound is open, we haven't done it for a long time.

Insinuating that we can't stand the fire now, Feston's warning only resulted in a low smile, Feng Zhannuo moved his hand back and circled Feston's back, "Do you want to come here once?"

"Don't challenge my limit." Pulling his hand back, Feston's suddenly tense voice was full of warnings, "Find out the situation, you were shot and injured, it's not a trivial matter!" He almost seemed to be harassing him rebuke.

"It's just a gunshot wound. I don't think it's easy to die. It's not the first time." Contrary to his prudent actions, Feng Zhannuo's attitude towards death is always very casual in words, which Feston can't tolerate "It's not the first time, but it could be the last time at any time. Why did you get out of the car to let you wait for me in the car? You almost died, you know!"

With a low voice, the hands around his chest tightened his breath, and Feng Zhannuo squeezed Fieston's wrist, "If you could tell me your plan earlier, how could this happen? Blame me?"

"I blame you for being so careless—"

"If I wasn't worried about you, why would I get out of the car? You want me to wait in the car and wait for you to solve all the problems? You know that's impossible. If it was Will, of course he would do it, but I'm not him!" Sneered , he answered mockingly. He couldn't see Feston's expression behind him, but he could tell from the breath brushing against his neck that his mood was as unstable as his.

"Don't mention anyone else, he has nothing to do with us! I'm talking about you, you are still wanted, this time the camera in the garage captured your appearance, how long do you think you can stay in the hospital?!"

"Thank you for reminding me, it's not that you said that I forgot, I just left here for a while, and I also solved Judy's problem for you. From your current standpoint, it may not be easy to help her, the former G group Chief Feston Al Qaeda, don’t you think so?” After speaking in a mocking tone, he suddenly turned over, “Didn’t Jonathan tell me how long you’ll keep it from me?!”

Pressing Feston on the bed, he looked down, "Why didn't you tell me your plan, and why didn't you tell me that your small group is going to be disbanded? You don't trust me, Feston—"

The wound in his abdomen was throbbing hotly, and he saw the answer in Feston's eyes, "No, it's not that you don't trust, it's because you are used to controlling the situation by yourself, unfortunately, so am I, you and I, we always Thinking that we can control everything that happens, but things often don’t develop the way we think, forget it, admit, we will only bring trouble to each other when we are together!”

Their eyes were all burning, and they dragged him off the top, and Feston grabbed his collar, "Feng Zhannuo, don't talk nonsense when you get angry, and solve troubles when you have troubles, isn't that your strong point? Or Are you going to admit defeat this time?! Are you talking about breaking up with me?!" There was a strong sense of oppression in the gray eyes.

He looked at him and smiled, "Break up? Have we ever been together?"

This sentence completely irritated Feston. The evidence is that he suddenly tore open his collar, from his jacket to his pants, "Dare you say no? You have fallen in love with me a long time ago! It's just that you don't admit it!"

The passionate kiss, the pleasure and the pain stretched from the neckline to the chest, Fiston turned him to the side, he still didn't think it was enough, he retorted like this, "Doing it doesn't mean you have loved it, otherwise wouldn't all of you have sex with me?" I love the ones that live, live, and sleep—well..."

"But I'm the only one who enters you!"

Feston used actions to prove that, like a disaster scene swept by a strong wind, this time the scars on his body were more than the sum of all the scars on his body, frantic, boiling, desperate, lying on his side, behind his back His body was so hot that he seemed to be roasted, even through his clothes, he could feel Feston's body temperature, the burning, scorching...love.

With all his affections, he fills his void.

Fingers gripped the bed frame tightly, the sweat dripping from their bodies wet the sheets, Feng Zhannuo heard the sound of the bed being bumped, as for the door lock being unlocked, no one seemed to care whether a nurse would come to make rounds, indulged In this conflicting emotion, when the smell of sweat and obsession spread, they were all lost in the river of desire.

Feng Zhannuo was still a patient, Feston finally did not lose his mind, he tried his best to avoid touching his wound, but it was Feng Zhannuo himself, who catered to Feston's demands without any scruples, which part of his body There was pain in part, and his senses were almost numb, dominated by another sense.

Passionately, he bit Feston's arm embracing him, kissed him passionately, and growled while moaning, "...I love you! I love you!

Feston Al Qaeda, I love you—— Feston paused suddenly, and then suddenly became fierce, "Say it again!"

"I love you—" Shouts and pants, all sounds swallowed, turned his head, kissed, then kissed deeply, imprinting so solemn yet so confused a declaration again.

The heartbeat seems to be overloaded, and the sound of blood flowing in the body can be heard, and everything else is quiet...

This time the fierce battle was still thorough without leaving any room, but the consequences were beyond their expectations, Feng Zhannuo had a fever the next day.

This dispelled his plan to recover the interest from Fieston. Although it was a last resort, he could only follow his body's reaction, lie on the hospital bed after a high fever, and accept the care of others, although he himself didn't think it was too much. Big deal.

But Feston's opinion was different from his again, "Take the bullet without anesthesia. If you lose too much blood and have not recovered, you consume too much energy. It's my fault."

Feston showed some guilt, this should not have happened to him, he should not have lost control, let the nurse in charge of wiping Feng Zhannuo go out, he wrung out the towel, unbuttoned his clothes, there was still Lots of hickeys and fingerprints.

"We are all out of control." Feng Zhannuo enjoyed Feston's service with half-closed eyes, he admitted this, and this loss of control was not only in bed, but also in feelings.