Love Killer

"Don't look at me! You are all crazy, I am the only one who is still awake, I don't know what crazy talk you are talking about, you want me to help a killer pretend to be an English nobleman-" Her words were quickly refuted .

"You've already done that, haven't you?" Feng Zhannuo showed the ring on his finger, "The seal on it is the family crest of the Winterrace family. I don't think it's the real thing, but it's the most exquisite imitation The real baron must have spent a lot of money, why don't we let him spend more money?"

Slightly squinted eyes, there is always a little icicle-like light in the upward arc, which also makes this supposedly pleasant smile produce a mysterious change.

"For the sake of you and Fieston being friends, I don't need to trouble you, but someone has to bear the consequences of my unhappiness, and you choose." The cold voice marked a cruel decision, and with the lifting The raised muzzle exudes a deadly threat.

Judy didn't forget who the person in front of her was. She couldn't guarantee that the ghost wouldn't do this, even though she was Feston's friend, but it was a pity because what she had done had reached the level that Feston could accept. The bottom line, she can't guarantee that Feston will stop the ghost's killing intent, she dare not take the risk.

"I don't seem to have a choice." Holding up her hand, she sighed, and then scratched her frantic curly hair again, "Okay, let's do it! Mike Luo Wentress, since He was the one who tricked me first, so I don’t have to talk to him about morality!”

The decision was made, Judy acted more positively than them, and told the whole story, "The British royal family has long disliked him, and no one knows the reason. In short, he is an 'noble' who was abandoned by the upper class. He is not difficult, but what we have to do this time is not to pretend and pretend, but to completely replace him, this is not a small matter..."

"Hmph, the glory of the royal family." Feng Zhannuo put down his gun.

The lights in the room were still on, and there were no more bullets flying from outside. He turned around and drew the curtains. The wind on the tall building was very strong, and the scarlet curtains made a dull rustling sound, dancing behind him, like a pair of Huge blood red wings.

Feston is picking up the cigarette butt in his hand, the ghost is about to reappear in the public eye, but this time there will be an unexpected layer of protection, the British baron, he really wants to know what kind of face Fukoff will have when he finds out about this .

"Where is the real Macro now, who did that shark offend? We need more information." Turning off a few headlights in the room, everything returned to silence.

Judy answered Feston's question, "He should be in his manor, but few people saw him go out, and the people who said he offended... Except for the underworld, only the British royal family, but is it possible, is it the royal family? Anyone want to deal with him?"

"Anything is possible. Don't jump to conclusions too early. If it's black and white, the other party should be looking for the big shark 'Shack', not 'Macro Wintress'." So Most likely...

"The British royal family, or someone who hates the royal family and hates the baron." Feng Zhannuo met Feston's gaze, "We really found a 'not easy' identity.

"Things related to you have never been easy. Apart from marksmanship, you are also good at causing trouble." It is rare for Feston to complain, and he chuckled, "This is the fun, isn't it, otherwise there is no room for you, Caesar, you Brilliant idea."

It was more than wonderful, it was reckless, Judy swallowed what she was going to say, someone knocked on the door, the hotel manager came up to ask what happened, they heard a loud voice.

Fortunately, the glass was broken in the room and did not fall downstairs. She complained loudly about the quality of the glass and asked to change the room, and showed the broken floor-to-ceiling windows.

Judy turned around and gestured to them that they were done, "There are too many things to do, I will go back to my room first, and find me next door if I have anything to do."

Thinking of one thing, she woke up before going out, "Ian, this business must go on, you have to fight for Belivia, and don't let the real Wintress notice that something is wrong."

"Thanks for the reminder." This was by no means literal, Judy was sure from his sneer.

Judy left, Feng Zhannuo went to another room, and Fieston followed him. He went to the room and threw down his luggage, and lay down on the bed, "My love rival, are you going back today? Or stay here Overnight, my bed is huge."

He patted the empty seat on the bed, lazily raised his chin at Feston, and saw him walking towards him, the bed side was sunken.

Following the line of the neck, the raised chin was bitten, "Rival?" Fieston's sneer was extremely low, "Yes, Belivia is pregnant, and you will become a baron, but the situation has not changed, she To choose one of us, we are still competitors."

"In any case, the victory will belong to us, either you or me, get married, and a princess, have you ever thought about it before?" Talking about a woman with Feston on the bed, a novel experience.

"I haven't thought about it." Feston's answer is very affirmative, "I have never thought about marrying any woman, I am not interested in them, this combination is very unfair to the other party."

The short black hair scratched his neck and it was a little itchy. Feng Zhannuo pushed Fieston's head away, "What if the other party doesn't care and only maintains the superficial marriage?" His eyes were serious.

"You mean Belivia?" Feston was also very serious, and a little annoyed, "What do you mean, you want me to marry her?"

His long and narrow eyes were suddenly closed, and Feng Zhannuo's shoulders hurt a little from being pinched by him, "Or do you want to marry her?" The gaze above suddenly became serious, as if to question.

"To be honest, I don't know. The problems we are facing now are all our own making. Feston, I sometimes think, what's the point of going on like this? It seems that there is a mess of wool, and we keep trying to untangle it, but it It’s just there, it’s always unclear, we have to think of a thorough way to solve it.” This is what Feng Zhannuo has been thinking about recently.

"Are you bored? Where did your patience go when you were hunting? Feng Zhannuo! Don't make me difficult at this time. We have talked about this problem a long time ago. Didn't you think you could handle all the troubles at the beginning?! Then you Don't tell me you regret it now!" Fieston stared at him, his eyes instantly became like needlepoints, and Feng Zhannuo was stabbed.

"I don't regret it." How could he regret it, "I'm just...annoyed, you're right, I am annoyed, it's not the first time I've told you that I don't want to turn my head into the culprit, you Look, in front of me is Feston Al Qaeda, the most legendary figure in the FBI, but now he is with a killer! Not only condoning crime, but just now—”

He stopped coldly, "Also made a criminal plan."

His collar was grabbed by Feston, "You don't like a policeman who is good at crime?" His tense voice was as menacing and warning as the clenched wrist. He clasped Feston's neck and used The same cold and violent voice yelled, "I said it before, I don't like that I caused this change!"

This is not the first time that this kind of issue has been arguing, the breath of both sides is hot, like ammunition on the verge of triggering, Feng Zhannuo continued, "We are both helping each other out of trouble, but look now, don't tell me you didn't notice, we It's getting deeper and deeper."

Restraining his troubled ankle, he tried to speak in a brisk tone, "Since God arranged for us to fall into this quagmire, don't you think we should at least think about how to get out? Instead of hugging each other more thoroughly."

He took a breath, let go of his hand, and made a helpless expression.

"I didn't intend to get out after I fell in, or did you think about it? Huh?!" Firston is always rational, but he also has emotional moments, especially when facing someone, he grabs his collar and almost He got up from the bed.

"You said love, but it doesn't mean anything to you, does it? You don't let anyone bind you, you're afraid of being tied to a particular person, you're used to manipulating other people's lives, but you dare not let go of your own freedom, you The ghost is actually a coward..." The mocking expression was in front of his eyes, infinitely magnified.

"Shut up!" Feng Zhannuo became angry, and retorted in a more sarcastic tone, "I'm cowardly? Show me clearly, this is the best solution, Belivia is there, you should marry her, She will even give you a baby, isn't that what your family wants, then applaud, all cheer! Because all problems are solved!"

"This is the good solution you came up with, to solve all the troubles?! What about you, where do you put yourself?!" Grabbing the back of his neck, Feston's back was also aching from his pressure, his face pale gloomy.

"Promote a meaningless marriage, and then you can leave with nothing owed?! Feng Zhannuo, I thought about one thing, you think you owe me, so you always want to repay the debt, because you don't want to owe anyone , even me."

"For whom did you get suspended, and for whom did you get caught up in this dilemma? If you were different from the past, with your personality, would you consider this ridiculous blind date scene arranged by the Al Qaeda Group? Would you? ?” The answer, of course, is no.

He couldn't help it, and blurted out, "So yes, I owe you!"

The flowing air suddenly froze, just like Feston's eyes suddenly fixed, his eyes became terrifying, "I hope this is not your sincere words."

His words were as cold as ice, Feng Zhannuo sighed and forced a smile, "Unfortunately, this is the truth."

"Keep your facts!" Feston gritted his teeth and said, "I should have thrown you into jail to make you obedient! We all need to calm down before I really do that." As soon as he let go, he fell on the ground bed.The man in sight got out of bed, and then there was a heavy closing sound, he closed his eyes, but even with his eyes closed, the crystal chandelier on the ceiling was still dazzling, so he simply sat up and found a pack of cigarettes by the bedside, as if Forgotten by Feston.

He doesn't smoke the same brand of cigarettes as him, "It's a pity, I thought I wouldn't be alone tonight..." He smiled wryly to himself, he lit a cigarette, and the familiar smell of tobacco surrounded him.

Why is it that every time they try to do something for each other, the result is always unsatisfactory and always seems so difficult?With a cigarette in his mouth and stepping on the floor, he started today's physical training.

After taking a shower, he fell asleep, thinking that he would not sleep well, but this night he did not suffer from insomnia.

This is a long-standing habit, and it may also contain another factor. Feng Zhannuo is sure that they will solve the problem in front of them, and there will always be someone who will compromise.

Something indescribable has been formed between him and Feston, like a rope, like an iron chain, like a sticky substance connecting them together, stumbling their respective steps, even if it is None of them can be changed.

Some things have already happened, and no matter what method is used, the fait accompli facts cannot be erased.

They had already fallen into the swamp, and there was no other possibility except to sink together or go ashore together.