Love Killer

Today is November 11th, Monaco's National Day.

At one o'clock in the afternoon, they were going to take Anthony to see Belivia, and let the young lovers go away.

Feng Zhannuo didn't dare to say that this was what he was going to do now, "I said, I'm a killer, and now I'm reduced to helping someone elope?!" He sat up.

"Stop complaining, this is not the responsibility of the FBI, let alone this is not the United States." Feston threw the clothes to him, the hair on the bed was messy, and there were traces of passion on the naked chest, his tone Not good, but the flying eyebrows revealed another meaning.

Feng Zhannuo hates the feeling of being controlled by others. As long as Belivia successfully escapes marriage, more than half of his and Feston's problems will be resolved, or it should be said that he is looking forward to this day.

He got up from the bed, moved his hands and feet, looked across the way, and counted the marks he had caused on Feston. Sometimes he felt that men were beasts, and as long as they met a suitable opponent, they could be easily provoked. beast.

"It's not in the United States, it's not in your scope of responsibility, so you're very relaxed, aren't you?" Although it's not to the extent of back pain, the weakness in limbs feels like fighting a bad battle. Feng Zhannuo glanced at it, Fei Ston is dressed and tied on the other side of the bed.

"I've always been very open to you." Putting on his watch, Feston was buttoning the sleeve of his shirt with one hand.

"You can say it." Feng Zhannuo went to help.

This is not a lie, Feston is not the type who will be close to everyone, he is not sociable like some people, this is not to say that he is not mature, but he is not willing at all, in fact, unless necessary, he will not Waste time on irrelevant people.

He took out a tie from the closet and compared it on his body. He didn't bring any other clothes. He wore Feston's, which was about the same size. If it was a casual suit, there would be no problem of not fitting it. Once you mix and match each other's clothes, you have long been familiar with it.

"Be careful when you go out. There are quite a few high-society idlers in this hotel. They will recognize you and remember your current identity, Lord Baron." Felston came out of the washroom and looked at the person at the door. A well-dressed killer.

Feng Zhannuo is very suitable for wearing a light-colored coat, the suaveness of a nobleman, the pretentiousness of a nobleman, those obvious features, when he is willing to show them, these shining points can be seen everywhere on him.

The dark color is also very good, just like the one on him, which is restrained and pure black, with some dark blue stripes, and the slightly golden hair color sets off the pair of sea blue eyes that seem ready to be addicted at any time.

In addition to attracting the attention of others, he can also be a poor artist, a drunk who no one is willing to take a second look at. God must have favored him too much to attract the interest of the devil and make such a person a killer.

Feng Zhannuo was wearing a bow tie, when he suddenly saw Fieston standing behind him in the mirror, with his palms on his waist, he was pressed against the sink, "Are you crazy... want to have another fight?"

"No, it's yours. I'm waiting for breakfast." The neck was constantly occupied by shallow kisses. When the relationship deepened, in addition to the more quarrels, there were also more intimate little gestures. Feston's words made me feel He raised his eyebrows speechlessly.

The planned time was one o'clock in the afternoon, but they had other things to do, so they had to leave early according to the plan.

After eating the breakfast served by the hotel, Feston returned to his working state, and Feng Zhannuo liked to provoke Feston in this state, "Looking at the elite expression on your face, I can't imagine that you were doing it half an hour ago. What."

"Elite? What's that expression?" Fieston didn't know what he looked like in Feng Zhannuo's eyes.

"There is a sense of distance, and it's a bit unpredictable. Even when you smile to outsiders, it's like a sneer, as if you're trying to make people unhappy at any time, rational, formulaic, unkind, rigorous..." He detailed one by one Counting, Feston pulled him closer in an instant, "Enough is enough for you!"

Judging from the painful feeling of being kissed on the lips and teeth, the police officer may not be very happy, but this makes Feng Zhannuo happy. I don't know why, he likes to see Feston's emotional appearance, maybe it's just because of this emotional state He caused it.

"See how long I put up with you." He laughed, and Felston laughed too, but that smile suggested that someone should be careful.

So when going out, Feng Zhannuo restrained his smile.Sneakily observe the crowd in front of the elevator, then walk in, "Honestly I like to piss you off, and I know you won't really be offended."

"You like to see me look like I can't help you, which completely exposes your nature." Felston walked into the elevator.

All killers, no, broadly speaking, all criminals are happy to see the police worry about them, especially when they know what they have done but cannot act because of insufficient evidence. Feng Zhannuo cannot deny that he also has this problem.

The situation is similar now, only the cause of this headache is different, not because of insufficient evidence.

This also reminded him that Feston knew what kind of person he was, and they had experienced a lot, but he didn't even show the slightest trace of trouble or boredom. He had more courage than most people. Much bigger.

In fact, he had known for a long time that Feston was not "most people".

Because it was still early, there were no other guests on the road. When we arrived at the hotel lobby, there were more people. Many people paid attention to them. No one knew or guessed what they were going to do. It's more luxurious than before, and it's all about celebrating the holidays.

Feng Zhannuo walked not far behind Feston as if nothing had happened. He knew that those who recognized him must be wondering why Baron "Macro Wintress" would be with his number one rival in love, the al-Qaeda Group Important people walk together.

Feston doesn't mind people guessing at all, it has nothing to do with him, what they have to do today is much more important, he won't waste time here, turned around and waved to Feng Zhannuo, he asked him to hurry up.

Two men with different styles but equally excellent appeared in the hall, which was very eye-catching. They were about to go out, but someone stopped them first, "Wait!"

"Mr. Al Qaeda! I'm sorry, I can't stop her. She said she has something urgent to call you. I called the room. You must be on the way downstairs..." The manager explained slowly and stopped them. Women can't wait.

"Get out of the way!" Stephanie appeared very suddenly, especially her expression, she pushed away the manager and grabbed Feng Zhannuo's sleeve, something in her eyes was tightly restrained, and she took a breath, "Yi Well, I can only find you for this matter."

"Your complexion is very bad, what happened?" Feng Zhannuo raised his hand and looked at the time.

"It's Samantha—Samantha, she was kidnapped—" Stephanie was calming down, she lowered her voice, and pulled Feng Zhannuo aside, "You must help me! Ian! As long as you follow my instructions Do it, Hecate is willing to help you for free, no matter how many times!"

"What a coincidence, today..." Samantha was kidnapped?Feng Zhannuo's eyes turned, "I have a question for you. In your impression, who do you think dares to touch Hecate's people?"

He looked to the side, and Feston on the side was also looking at him, "Is it true or not, you know her situation better than me."

"You suspect that I'm lying?!" Stephanie was so angry that her hands trembled.

"Are you playing some kind of trick, or did something really happen? I won't draw conclusions lightly. After all, this is related to the safety of a child, so let him judge." Fieston stepped aside, and the three of them stood in the lobby. In a corner, Stephanie's fierce expression and movements have attracted the attention of many people.

"I won't make fun of Samantha, Ian...you should know this best!" Stephanie was about to roar, she restrained her volume, but the impeccable smile of the man in front of her didn't change at all.

"I also know you, and your Hecate, Stephanie, you have so many people under your command, why did you come to me for help, besides, I can't think of anyone who would dare to touch your daughter."

He patted her on the shoulder soothingly. From outsiders, he seemed to be comforting his unreasonable lover, but in front of Stephanie, the smile in the killer's eyes was gradually turning cold.

"Do you think I'm lying to you?! What about this? Do you still think I'm lying to you after reading this?! Take a good look at it! I'm not willing to come to you, but to find you No!" She roared like a lioness, and then a letter was slapped on Feng Zhannuo's chest.

He opened it quickly—please tell that impostor baron to give up his fancy.

A pariah could never attain the title of nobility.

He doesn't deserve it.

Feng Zhannuo's face changed slightly, not many people knew that he was a counterfeit, but those who could write this letter...

"This is not the letter paper used by ordinary people, and the seal underneath—" Feston took the letter from him and read it carefully.

The quality of the paper was exceptionally good, regardless of the words on it, he was attracted by the things under the words, which were feathers, wings, eagle's beak, and sharp claws.

His eyes darkened, and he raised Feng Zhannuo's wrist.

On his finger, there is a ring with the same pattern, with an eagle on it.

The pattern of this seal also appears on the sealing wax of the envelope.

Nobles will use the family coat of arms in various places, including on the sealing wax. It is a symbol of status. It is like a business card. It is not only for the nobles, but only the nobles still use this coat of arms until now. It is a status This is why the waiters in the big casino at that time judged at a glance that the person who cut this ring must be of extraordinary status.

Feston and Feng Zhannuo stared at the eagle together, "The real Mike Luo Wentress."

He actually made a move at this time, he obviously knew about Harbino's actions and what they were going to do.