Love Killer

"Oh, I forgot, the one in front of me is Feston Kaida." After adapting to the darkness, you can see Feston's expression, his quietness is also stressful, Feng Zhannuo covered Feston's face with one hand Eyes, "No one says you are cunning, because no one sees your essence."

What is passive aggression and what is retreat to advance? It can be said that Fieston has learned the essence. Feng Zhannuo was almost persuaded by him, but only almost.

"Thinking about what we have done, I can't even believe it. I was with an FBI to save people." Letting go, he closed his eyes slightly.

He would have felt insulted if Feng Zhannuo was asked to be his bodyguard back then, but now?

"It turns out that you can do whatever you want." Feston may have the spirit of martyrdom, he used himself as the price to soften the heart of a cold-blooded killer, Feng Zhannuo thought so mockingly.

"I can do anything, so...why would I risk getting myself into trouble with an FBI agent?"

"How about that reason, because I'm not just an FBI, I'm Feston Al Qaeda."

"Ha, is this name worth a lot?"

"No, this man is very valuable. He made ghosts give up tens of millions of high-value tasks, time and time again." The two had a pleasant conversation, but every word had a double meaning, and Feston was still in the postoperative period. stage, the oxygen tube was re-hung back.

"I know, there are missions looking for you all the time, and every reward is not a small amount..."

Feng Zhannuo opened his eyes suddenly, and in the quiet night, Feston's words were extremely clear, "I found someone to crack your Internet mailbox."

As a mission contact channel, if the mailbox is cracked, it means that the key contact channel has been mastered, which is fatal to a killer. This is simply a huge blow, enough to cause any consequences.

The air suddenly quieted down.

"This shouldn't have just happened. When? I took you to my house? No, I remembered, that's what you asked for."

Feng Zhannuo remembered those episodes, and everything was logical, as it should be, because this person was Feston Al-Qaeda.

He'd been to his house, he'd been to a killer's stronghold, he wouldn't be Feston Al Qaeda if he didn't do something about it.

"You don't feel at ease if you don't take the victory on your side, do you? You can control me by holding on to me? I don't know why you are confessing to me now. This was originally a good opportunity to cut off information. , wouldn't it be a good idea to catch me when I show up at the mission scene? Why not do that?"

"At least let me know where you are." Feston had very good reasons. "Of course I can arrange everything, wait for you to show up at the mission site, and then get witnesses, but that's not what I want."

"You are a killer, but I can't arrest you. You are the one I want, and I can't have you. What do you want me to do? I can only do this. I use investigative methods to monitor the people I value most. I never thought that this day would come, it's too sad." His tone was uncontrollably intense, Feston pressed his head hard, moaning in pain.

"This confession of love is really touching." Feng Zhannuo said mockingly, but reached out to remove Feston's palm from the wound, "Don't touch your wound, I know how much pain you have now."

"Trust me...you don't know." Taking a breath, the anesthesia on Feston's body may have completely faded, and sometimes it's not entirely a good thing to have a better physique than ordinary people. Feng Zhannuo wanted to get out of bed and ring the bell to find someone. Stone stopped him.

"A shot of morphine may stop the pain, but it can't keep me awake. Pain can make people awake." Feston hated the feeling of losing control, he grabbed Feng Zhannuo's hand, "This is my love for you." I remembered what I was hiding when the car was hit, and I think it is necessary to tell you now."

That is to say, if he didn't say anything, even if he left without knowing it, he still couldn't escape Feston's grasp.

Feng Zhannuo was not very angry, he just smiled secretly, "No, it's nothing, anyway, I have something to tell you, I once asked someone to go to Al Qaeda Group..."

"What?" Feston narrowed his eyes.

"You know, just look, since you care so much about your family, such as your cousin Greg, if someone is in charge of monitoring his actions, he can kill him with a bullet at any time...Of course I'm just making an analogy, This analogy may not necessarily become a reality, but it will play a big role at critical moments, won't it?"

He said briskly, stroking Feston's curly black hair, "It's just that I always forgot to cancel this matter, that is, that person has always been there, a colleague of mine, although he has no friendship, but as long as he gives money, the task will be completed." It will be done beautifully."

"And what you have is money." Felston's words were all ridiculed.

"A lot." Feng Zhannuo admitted.

"You suspicious killer, can't you stay by my side safely?! Tell your people to evacuate." Feston's head hurt even more, and he grabbed Feng Zhannuo's hand tightly, until Feng Zhan Noo felt his pain too.

"Hey, what position does your control freak FBI have to accuse me, and thanks for reminding me, I will change my email address."

Holding Fieston's hand back, Feng Zhannuo saw that his condition was not very good, "I'd better ask someone to take a look—"

"Don't go!" With a firm grip, Feston didn't want him to leave, "I want you to stay here."

"The wound is stitched and your original injury. Do you want to test your endurance or something?" He frowned. "It really hurts? If I can't bear it, I'll call the doctor."

"No, you can just stay here." Feston said affirmatively, "I don't need a doctor or anyone else."

"Okay, if you insist." Wiped the cold sweat off his neck for him, flamboyance is probably a common problem of all men, Feng Zhannuo could understand, and lay down again, "If you dared to touch my mailbox before, I would definitely Will blow your head off."

"Knowing that Greg may be killed at any time, I will not let you stay here. The reason why I am not worried is because I believe you will not do that. You should also know that what I did was not to hurt you , To be honest, I don't want to see you have an accident someday." Feston closed his eyes.

Feng Zhannuo snorted, "You have to go back to Chicago, the FBI is not a safe job, you might offend someone, and one day you will die at the hands of my colleagues."

"Don't curse me." Feston slapped him hard on his hand, Feng Zhannuo withdrew his hand, and stretched out his arms to embrace Feston, "Well, we were wary of each other before, but we also trusted each other, now There's no point in saying this, I only know one thing..."

He whispered in his ear, "Seeing you hurt, knowing that you may have intracranial hemorrhage, my heart is about to stop, I even put my hope on God, you know it is not a minor injury, the worst may lead to permanent The injuries, the paralysis, the speech impediment...I can't imagine what I would do if it happened!"

Unconsciously aggravating the tone, Feng Zhannuo tightened his arms, "Thank God, you are awake, your injury is not serious."

"You should have said that to me in the first place, and I'm glad to hear you say it." The killing proved that the ghost is still a ghost, but now these words also prove that he is no longer the original ghost.

Feston kissed the corner of his mouth, "Let me rest for a few days, I will get better, I know you are here for me, saving people and helping them elope is not your business."

"It's not your job to testify at the scene of a murder, Officer Al-Qaeda, but who told you to ask for trouble and tie me together." Feng Zhannuo noticed that Feston's voice was no longer so forceful, "Tired Go to sleep."

"You may not be interested in helping people, but you should want to help Belivia and Anthony as much as I do now. It's really not good to have no news from Judy. You can ask her what's going on tomorrow, but before dawn, I I want you here..." Feston was really tired, he closed his eyes and then opened them again.

"Say you'll be here with me."

It was the same tone again, but he was Feston, Feng Zhannuo stroked his haggard face, "I will stay here with you." Shrugged, "Where else can I go but here?"

"I don't know..." Feston squeezed his fingers, "Anyway, you are not allowed to leave this bed."

Feston fell asleep, Feng Zhannuo looked at him, and it was like this until the sky turned white.

The phone rang early in the morning. Fieston woke up from his sleep and opened his eyes to look at Feng Zhannuo. Feng Zhannuo sat up in his crumpled shirt, beckoned him to continue sleeping, and then went outside to answer the phone.

Anthony just sat on a chair in the corridor all night, and when he saw him appear, he quickly chased after him, "Where is the Belivian? Where is she?

Is it her? "

"It's Judy." Feng Zhannuo told him to be quiet, judging from Judy's tone, the news she gave was not good.

"Ranier III didn't follow up. It's been a night, and no one else has come to the hospital." He said to Judy.

From his words, Anthony drew a conclusion, "Are you trying to test the reaction? You let me stay here to use me as a bait?" Only then did he realize that staying overnight here had other purposes.

Feng Zhannuo was holding the phone, what Judy was talking about, Anthony couldn't hear Judy's words, "What do you mean they didn't respond? How is Belivia?" It's too late to care about being a bait, he has more to care about .

Feng Zhannuo and Judy continued talking on the phone, basically Judy was talking and he was listening.

"...I see, you and your people will stay there and let me know if there is any change." After hanging up the phone, Feng Zhannuo finally turned to face Anthony, "Now I want to tell you something... ..."