Love Killer

"What are you doing?" The wrists were clamped, and Feston exposed his palms to the light, "Your fingerprints—" He spread his fingers, as if finding evidence, "I've always wondered what's so special about these hands, Until I found them at the clinic."

These are two murderous hands, with broad palms and strong fingers. In addition to the perfect proportion between them, some scars occupy the position of the finger pulps. They are the traces of skin grafting, which have faded, but as long as you search carefully, you can still find those irregularities. Scars, this is a very strange thing, scars are ugly on some people, but they become mysterious marks on some people.

Feston stared at the scars, "You have no fingerprints."

"I don't have fingerprints," repeated slowly, and Feng Zhannuo also looked at his hands with a brisk smile, "So?" He thought that Feston would use this to read his crimes, because this was the same as the fact that there were no fingerprints on the murder weapon. If the characteristics match, he can naturally argue that the fingerprints on the gun can also be wiped off, not to mention that he is not the only person in this world who has no fingerprints due to injury.

"The fire in the orphanage—" Strong force prevented his intention, Feston squeezed his wrist tightly, his eyes were burning, "Your name is indeed Noi."

A fire burned down the orphanage, some of them died in the fire, while the other part was still alive, but they just changed their identities, just to survive.

Feng Zhannuo's smile paused, "Kaida, has anyone ever told you that you are not likable?"

"Why don't you call me Feston? You've never been afraid of the law, have you, Ian the Ghost?" The momentary peace was broken, the wrists were flipped, and the two of them seemed to be competing for the final victory. They held hands and refused to give in to each other until they heard the noise from the inspection outside. The outside environment was too noisy to hear the voice inside, but they could hear the outside movement here.

Maybe Chuck's people will come back at any time, "I'm hungry." Feng Zhannuo gave up this meaningless competition, and Feston also let go. Bread, canned bacon, and whiskey, in this In the not too big storage room, there was a faint light above their heads.

Feng Zhannuo eats very carefully, he will never waste, whether it is food or good wine, he will savor their taste carefully, and put them into his mouth one by one, in an orderly, regular, and relentless manner. affectation.

Feston has been observing him, "I really want to know what kind of environment can cultivate a person like you."

Regardless of whether this is a cliché or purely his own curiosity, his question made Feng Zhannuo laugh, "A person like me? Is this a compliment or a sarcasm? What kind of person do you think I am? Kill people without blinking an eye? Take revenge on society." ? Or are you jealous, and seeing an elite like you can't help but want to destroy everything about you?"

He said the last sentence without any ups and downs. There was a sneer in the killer's eyes. Feston said before that it was the criminal's jealousy, but now he shook his head, "Those words—you are just trying to piss me off. You're not the type to say what you really think easily."

After fighting several times, he has fully understood what the ghost in front of him is best at. "You are used to hiding your feelings because you don't need them, but at critical moments, people will always expose his weaknesses."

He saved the cat, and it wasn't even a person.

"You still have feelings. You know what it means. Instead of dying at someone else's hands, why don't you change your career and do something else? People like you don't have to worry about not being able to start over, unless you kill too many people. Knowing that surrendering is only the death penalty .”

The scorching eyes are hidden under the deep outline, Feston's eyes are approaching, always giving the illusion of being seen through, facing him in silence, time passed by every minute, Feng Zhannuo put down the half-eaten food Bread suddenly laughed, "Wonderful, so wonderful..."

He clapped his hands, "Leader Feston, do you watch too many TV series? You say so much because you want me to surrender? But don't get me wrong, it's not me who needs you to influence now, but those people outside."

He tore another piece of bread and stuffed it into his mouth. He gestured his fingers outwards, and his smile didn’t stop. Feston took a deep look at him, and the ghost lowered his head, unable to see his expression clearly, “Don’t bother, Al Qaeda, It's not that easy to arrest me—”

Suddenly raised his eyes, sharp as ice, "Such pediatric words are an insult to me."

The whiskey without ice cubes has a spicy and mellow taste, a contradictory taste, and a burning feeling at the same time. Picking up the bottle, Firston took a sip of the wine, "I think so too." It is not so easy to shake a top killer with the title of ghost, he didn't have any expectations.

Feng Zhannuo leaned on a wooden box behind him, and decided to keep this rare peace, "It's a mess outside, but we are here to enjoy it, life is like this, how wonderful." He patted Feston on the shoulder, and put Bring the rest of the wine.

"A killer like you knows what is beautiful?" Now there is no need to hide anything. Both parties know the other's purpose. Feston is open and honest, and Feng Zhannuo doesn't mind, anyway, it is not recorded, "Beautiful? For example, the top of a mountain in Switzerland A snow scene? A sunrise? Or a Hawaiian beach..."

"That's nothing." The chandelier above his head was shaking, and he stared at the white light, "Have you ever tried to stay with wild beasts in an uninhabited forest area until dawn? At night, you can't move, waiting for the target When you are still, you can only think that you are still, like a corpse. Any movement in the death-like silence is like an explosion. Unknown insects will fall on you. Determine if you're the food they're waiting for until—Crack! Shot!"

"When it dawned, I knew I was still alive, and my target fell on the dry leaves. I waited for days and nights. The feeling at that time, I knew, was good." With a pair of bright eyes, Feston could not Describe what kind of light this is.

He knows that being a killer is not a profession that everyone can do. It doesn't mean that you can become a competent killer as long as you are ruthless. Killing is the oldest profession. In front of him is the most capable one, a ghost who has never missed a shot. Perhaps it also represents a price that others cannot imagine.

Fire, disaster, orphans, training, torture, endurance, wandering between life and death...

You can't have feelings, you can't trust others, you can't have companions, and you can't have even a trace of mercy.

Killing is a profession, because there is nothing else to do.

Fingers that lost their fingerprints held the wine bottle, "I seem to have drunk too much..." Feng Zhannuo shook his head with blue eyes brightened by drinking, "Why would I tell you this?"

"Because you have hypoglycemia, malnutrition, and drinking again." Taking the whiskey from him, Feston drank the rest of the wine. He has seen and caught countless criminals, Ian Noy Clearly different from those who were purely bloodthirsty, so obvious that he couldn't ignore his difference.

There were footsteps outside, "Wake up, they're back." Pushing Feng Zhannuo, Fieston stood up, and the person next to him couldn't stand upright, and fell obliquely towards the wine cabinet. He grabbed him live.

Chuck's men pushed open the door, saw the scene inside, and cursed unhappily, "Didn't our boss let you two here to have sex with each other! Still drinking?! Fuck! It's just us working hard!"

When Chuck appeared, those people kept their mouths shut. Obviously they were very disciplined. Chuck saw the cans on the ground and the empty wine bottles, and said nothing, "Take them up."

There is a routine check in the bar, the police came once, caught a few pill sellers, checked everyone's identity and left, like nothing happened, everything went back to normal, loud music and gorgeous lights , a stripper wearing a bikini full of metal pendants exaggeratedly twisting her crotch on the runway.

This time without wearing a hood, Feng Zhannuo took another look when passing by, and Chuck noticed, "As long as you open the safe for me, I can give you whatever you want, including money, regardless of man or woman."

"It seems that the things in the safe are very important to you." It may not be just money, Feng Zhannuo looked around, and Feston suddenly said to Chuck, "Your proposal is good, but don't forget He is mine, you can make other conditions."

He held Feng Zhannuo's hand very naturally, and Feng Zhannuo looked down. Even if he had planned to leave, he had to give up now. Feston's eyes met his, and then he calmly followed Zha Ke's people walked forward, but the strength in their hands did not relax at all, and the two walked into the lounge where they were just now.

Finding that their attitudes were still so arrogant at this time, Chuck stroked his goatee, holding back his anger, "Who cares what relationship you have! Don't forget that your life is in my hands! Open it!"

The situation has not changed in any way, except that Feng Zhannuo has too much food and wine in his stomach, his footsteps are a little unsteady, like walking on clouds, "I can only try my best."

Without saying much, he started to turn the turntable on the safe. There was a clicking sound, and there was a strange sense of urgency. More than a dozen pairs of eyes were staring at him. He and Feston were in the middle of the room. After turning a few times, he suddenly stopped. When he started, everyone stared at him nervously, thinking that it was opened, but saw him slowly turn his head.

"Aren't you telling people to come in? Do you really think I can open this safe?" He raised an eyebrow at Feston, Chuck woke up and jumped up, "Liar! This is a trap! Kill them!"

"Action!" Unsure who he was talking to, Feston pulled Feng Zhannuo to the sofa, and the door was kicked open. At some point, there was a group of people outside the door. Jonathan led the team, and members of the ST team appeared at the door. , "Boss?!"

"I'm fine, arrest someone." Hold down the ghost in his hand, making sure he can't escape in the chaos, Fieston picked up a gun that fell on the ground, chaotic gunshots and screams filled the bar, Feng Zhannuo All of a sudden, they rushed towards him, and the muzzle of the gun went up in the scramble, and the crystal chandelier was hit, and it was on the verge of falling.

"Did the police come here to delay time or to find out?" There was no trace of alcohol in his eyes, the cunning killer guessed the tricks used by the FBI, the lights were shaking, and Feston did not deny it in the confusion, "I was discovered by you." ?”

"You said that our situation will be different in an hour. Now the time is up, and don't forget, I'm a smart man." Retweeting what Feston himself said, Feng Zhannuo's fist hit his throat, The chandelier fell to the ground at this time, and in the darkness, the fist touched the ground and fell through.

not good!He rolled over backwards, and a sweep brushed across his back, "You should have known this was my arrangement, but unfortunately the transmitter and the ID were thrown together, I have to buy time for them to find me, here."

"Thank you, Ghost." Feston's voice was close at hand.

It was not surprising that he was being used, Feng Zhannuo had noticed it a long time ago, instead of being angry, he smiled, "Don't be too happy." He touched the gun from the corpse, and a pair of eyes belonging to the god of death lit up in the darkness, bang - bang - bang!Gunshot!