Love Killer

Ghosts, ghosts, people who never existed, had Etterd been looking in the wrong direction?Feng Zhannuo knew exactly what Feston was thinking, on the way back, he answered Feston's assumption, "I've never seen her, what is certain is that at least she is not the killer I know.

"More than half of the crimes occur in Washington every year. It is not uncommon for the inexplicable disappearance, and then no one sees the missing person. Of course, she may also fall into something, including becoming a criminal." A After analysis, Felston was driving, and Feng Zhannuo noticed his direction.

"Where are we going?"

"go home."

Feston didn't have any hesitation about the direction, he knew where he was going, but Feng Zhannuo didn't know much about it, "Isn't it going back to your father's house?"

"Of course not. I also have my place. Do you want to go and see it?" It was rare to see Feston so enthusiastically inviting him to a place other than the prison.

"Of course, but I think I've already guessed it." Feng Zhannuo folded his arms and leaned back in the chair, "Your first home belongs to you alone?"

He closed his eyes and said, hearing Feston's laughter in the car, his eardrums vibrated slightly, "Now I don't have any secrets from you, you're right, just go there, there is a good restaurant next door. "

"Very good. Originally, I wanted to tell you that if you don't eat dinner, I can only eat you." Putting his hand on Feston's thigh, Feng Zhannuo stroked suggestively, but his hand was quickly held down "Don't whet my appetite while I'm driving."

Feston grabbed his hand and put it on his lips and kissed, "Maybe I should start eating here first."

I don’t know when it got dark, the lights in front of the car can see a thin snow, blocked on the flat road, Feng Zhannuo and Feston are both very busy with their fingers, this is a pastime to pass the time, not sure if it is How did it start, whoever immobilizes the opponent first wins.

It may seem like a boring and childish game for two big men, but it can be a fun game if the opponent is special enough, and you can practice some skills that are rarely used.

"Think of your hands as handcuffs. If you don't have a lockpicking tool, if you can dislocate a finger, I can break free from it."

For Feng Zhannuo, no game has ever been simple, he made an assumption.

His wrist was held by Feston, and Feston let go, "You did it, but I am not your handcuffs."

"You're not." Feng Zhannuo's movements were extremely fast as he twisted Feston's wrist, Feston's palm slipped, and the knuckles on the back of his hand hit Feng Zhannuo's wrist bone, "You're still a little bit closer."

"Whoever is worse." He withdrew his hand, aiming at Fieston's thumb, the phone on the seat rang suddenly, Feng Zhannuo could only answer the phone, "Bob?"

"Stephanie left me a problem, she said you haven't called back, and she has no time to look after other people's children, so she is going to throw this problem on me, she will be here tomorrow, seriously, you better come back soon , I can tell you clearly, I can't bear children of this age, "

Feng Zhannuo let out an "Oh" before reacting, "Gran's son?"

"That's right! Gran's son, I liked Gran that boy very much, but he's dead. As for his son, my hotel is for people like you, not for a child of ten or so!"

Feng Zhannuo could imagine Bob holding his breath and unable to yell loudly, "I am relieved to have you taking care of me. By the way, I am in Washington now. It is snowing and I am stuck on the road. All flights have been cancelled."

"Better hurry up, I'm not babysitting!" Bob was swearing through gritted teeth this time, and Feng Zhannuo heard the growl in his throat.

Feston also heard it, "We can't get to Chicago until tomorrow night at the earliest." He approached the phone and told Bob, and then glanced at Feng Zhannuo who had no special expression.

"He's Gran's son, why is everyone coming to me." The phone was slammed into the back of the car.

"You don't know he has a son." Judging from his tone, Felston said, "He has a son, and you don't even know, doesn't it feel bad."

"Yes, no hunting, very bad, you don't need to remind me again, Feston!" He drew the gun from his waist.

Rubbing the handle of the gun, unloading the magazine, taking out the bullets one by one, and putting them back in, repeating, once, twice, three times, Feston watched him do this, and watched him gradually regain his composure. His eyes became stable again, and all emotions disappeared without a trace.

Feston held down the gun in his hand, "I don't feel very good, you are right next to me, but what you think of is not me, but a dead person, and you still haven't put down your gun, it Makes you feel at ease, can't I?"

Feng Zhannuo no longer looked at the bullet, he raised his head, "How can I be at ease...it always makes my heart beat faster."

He could act so naturally, Feston couldn't stand it anymore, "If we are honked, it will be your fault."

He cupped his face and kissed it.

The red light turned into yellow, and then turned green again. The vehicles in front drove away one by one, only stabbing them still in place. The rear kept honking the car horn, and some people even planned to get out of the car to knock on the window. The two finally separated .

Feng Zhannuo's breathing was rapid, "I have to say, it's also very good to use this method to calm people down." He licked the corner of his mouth.

Feston stared ahead and stepped on the accelerator, let out a breath slowly, and said in a hoarse voice, "Very good." He drove to the familiar yet unfamiliar apartment.

After many years, he came back again and stood at the door. Feng Zhannuo took out the luggage from the trunk and took the key from him, "Which one is it?"

Open the door according to Feston's instructions, the scene inside is different from Feng Zhannuo's imagination, he threw down the package, folded his arms and leaned against the wall, "This is your gift? I admit he is hot, but I'm not sure You'll enjoy the threesome game."

Never thought of such a scene, Feng Zhannuo looked at the living room, there was a half-haired man who just came out of the shower, with a fit body, light blond hair, a very fine face, dark brown eyes, he pulled Wearing a bath towel half hung around his waist, his eyes wandered between him and Fieston, and finally settled on Fieston.

"Hi," he greeted hesitantly, "I'm Steven, uh, I got a call not long ago, you know what I do?... I just want to say, the money has been paid, but no one Tell me there are two of you."

It is rare to see such an outstanding man, and there are still two, two different types. Steven loosened the bath towel around his waist, "Which one of you will come first?" A naked man stood in front of them and asked them who would come first, and This is Feston's home, Feng Zhannuo bumped Feston with his elbow, "I dare say you never thought that there is such a wonderful program waiting for you at home."

"No, but I know whose idea it was." Feston took out the phone, and at this time that Steven had already walked in front of them, closed the door, and started to approach Feston consciously, he chose to go first Serve this main object.

"You are more handsome than the picture, manly enough, I like it, I don't need to charge you money" He said slowly, then squatted down, raised his head and lifted the hem of Feston's coat, and drilled his head in, " Your friend, I'll let him..."

A force pulled him back, and Steven fell heavily on the floor, "His friend doesn't like you doing this." Feng Zhannuo knelt down and lifted his head, twisting the back of his neck, "And he It's a cop, and you're selling sex to a cop, idiot."

The cold tone drilled into the bone marrow through the breath in the ear, and Steven raised his voice, "Police?!"

"Yes, the police." Feston laughed at how Feng Zhannuo threatened a male prostitute, and said to that Steven, "Also, you'd better not provoke the person in front of you, he will reward you with a bullet , or something."

Before the phone was connected, he approached and kissed Feng Zhannuo on the face, "Don't touch him, he has no clothes on."

"Yeah, he's not wearing any clothes, and he's not only without clothes..." Pulling off Feston's coat, Feng Zhannuo found that Steven was so skilled that he had already pulled off Feston's trousers. Zipper, at least halfway.

It's not fun to be looked at by a killer with such eyes. Feston raised his hand, "I'm on the phone."

The phone was connected, and he zipped up his pants with a sullen face, "Liz, can you explain what's in my apartment? That's Steven."

The protagonist of the topic noticed something was wrong, wrapped his lower body with a towel, and stood there uneasy, Liz heard Feston's questioning, and laughed, "What's the matter, Feston, you are the one I watched growing up , now that I know you are not interested in women, I can only give you a man, by the way, you should call me Aunt Liz, and you should take a closer look, I specially picked this for you, he and you bring The young man who came back was kind of like..."

"I don't want this face, or someone who looks like him, don't you understand?!"

It was rare to hear Feston yelling like this. Liz was taken aback and said nothing to the phone before saying, "I just want you to be sure..."

"I'm sure." Feston didn't let her go on.

Liz put down the phone, "He hasn't been so angry for a long time, it's just a small thing, you're right, Christopher, he's serious, and he loves this Ian Noye."

Old Al Qaeda was smoking his pipe silently. There were two other people in the room, George Al Qaeda, and his son Greg.

"I told you a long time ago that you didn't believe me." Greg sighed.

"Don't try again in such a clumsy way, Liz, Fieston is my son, I know his temper, and he believes that no one can change it." Old Al-Qaeda opened the drawer.

"From now on, Feston is officially separated from the Al-Qaeda Group, so... some things should be dealt with." Taking out a booklet from the drawer, several people stared at the old Al-Qaeda's hand and watched him light it with a match. .

The flames burned, and the paper quickly turned to ashes. Old Al Qaeda waved to them wearily.

Several people with different expressions quietly exited the study.

At this moment, in Feston's apartment, Steven rushed out the door in a panic holding his own clothes.

Knowing that not many people can keep calm when they are pointed at by a gun and played as a target, there are at least three bullet holes in the bath towel he wears, right between his legs, from one side to the other!

"Madman! Devil!" He kept repeating these words, and rushed into the ice and snow outside in cold sweat.

Feng Zhannuo sat leisurely on the sofa, and Colt with the silencer installed turned around a few times in his hand, emitting a puff of white smoke, "He wasted three of my bullets."