Love Killer

The person in sight said calmly, then put away the gun, and then Feston saw the bullet holes on the door, "You're scary."

The gun was taken away, and Feng Zhannuo glanced at the weapon that Feston put on the table, and the pointed smile on his face, because of that Steven, his reaction just now seemed a little outrageous.

"I can't die if I'm scared, I won't kill in front of you."

"Sounds like a good thing." Feston lowered his head, rubbing his fingers on the side of Feng Zhannuo's face, "Are you hungry, let's go eat."

Feng Zhannuo raised his eyebrows, "It's okay if you don't eat for a day, in fact, I want to eat you even more now," pulling Fieston's finger closer and biting, "But okay, eat more when you can, It's time for you to take me to that restaurant you like."

"One day you have to get rid of this problem." Feston pulled him up, "Your schedule is easy to mess up, you have to eat according to the time."

"A person who is so busy handling a case that he forgets the time has this position to talk about me?" Feng Zhannuo put his hand on Feston's shoulder, and he knew his style clearly, "Jonathan said that you once sat motionless at the desk, Except for a cylinder of cigarette butts left behind, nothing else appeared on the table.

"You talkative guy." Walking to the door, Fieston suddenly approached, and Feng Zhannuo was pressed against the door by him, "You guys keep in touch often? Why didn't I know?"

"I know very well that you have a subordinate who is very loyal to you. He comes to pay attention to your situation from time to time. He is afraid that you will scold him back with a straight face, so he would rather go around the corner and ask a killer." Breathing close to each other, Feston could hear something different from Feng Zhannuo's words.

Seeing the smiling but slightly cold blue eyes, Feston sucked his lips, then let go, "Then you also need to tell him your contact information."

"You really hope that I will have more dealings with the police and stop being a killer, don't you?" Leaning against the door panel, Feng Zhannuo asked suddenly.

Feston didn't answer because he couldn't give an answer.

If Feng Zhannuo is not a killer... Such an assumption is meaningless, he is already a killer with countless blood on his hands, he should have been punished and arrested, but because of his selfish emotions, Feston couldn't do it.

"Or I'll just resign from the FBI and become a professional killer with you, then all problems will be solved." After leaving these words, Feston opened the door, and a gust of white snow came in with the cold wind, messing up his hair.

Half-closed his eyes and walked towards the car parked at the door, Feston just took out the car keys, and the force behind him pushed him to the car door, "Don't be kidding, are you a killer? I'm sure you will pass, but who dares to ask you to kill .”

Feston laughed, "Then I only have one client."

Turning to face Feng Zhannuo, the breath of both of them turned into white mist, the snow sticking to the car body was melted by the temperature of the person, Feng Zhannuo pushed up Feston's clothes, "You will not be a killer... Because you're Feston Al Qaeda, you hate criminals in your bones."

"Except for one person." Breathing harder, Feston's fingers ran into his hair.

The scalp was rubbed lightly or heavily, Feng Zhannuo lowered his head, a few snowflakes penetrated into his collar, a shivering coldness appeared on his skin, but his mind was unprecedentedly sober, he was suddenly pulled up, Feston's The kiss was fast and hot and took his breath away.

Surrounded by the cold wind, the hot kiss that seemed to swallow something made their breathing completely messed up.

But the weather was still too cold. Feston groped to open the car door and dragged Feng Zhannuo in together. The space was filled with their gasps, "I want you to be safe, do you know? Without me, there will be someone else sooner or later." I will come to arrest you, the FBI is not the only policeman, and the CIA is not easy to mess with!" With his arms tightly locked on Feng Zhannuo, Feston's deep eyes seemed to suck him in, "I am your accomplice Or, even if I am reinstated, I am not the former Caesar, and the cases related to you will not be handed over to me, and someone may use my relationship with you to deal with you."

"I also hope you are safe and don't get caught. Feston, I have a feeling that you will be reinstated soon this time." Snow dripped down his hair, and he squeezed Feston's arm , "I want to see the Caesar who led his subordinates to surround me again."

He stared at him with certain eyes, regarded him as prey, appeared suddenly, and handcuffed him against the iron railing.

That's right, it's the look now.

With awe-inspiring eyes like a bright scalpel, Feston looked directly at him, "Even if I am reinstated, don't let me let you run around, you must move under my supervision."

What are you talking about, the scalpel always hits the point accurately, "Did I say I was going to run around?" As if not knowing what he meant, Feng Zhannuo replied flatly.

"Stop pretending to be stupid, I don't know you yet." Feston released the hand that restrained him, and Feston caught the snow dripping from his hair.

In the gray eyes, the sharp gaze was fixed on him, "Remember one thing, it is you who caused this situation, my suspension, and this mess, so if you feel guilty, just You have to wait for me, at least let me know your whereabouts."

"You're taking advantage of my psychology." Feng Zhannuo approached, raising an eyebrow dangerously.

Feston Jinpan accepted his accusation, "I admit it, but you have to admit that what I said is the truth."

"The fact is that we all jumped into this pit voluntarily at the beginning, and it's too late to climb out now. God, how could I get involved with an FBI." Feng Zhannuo fell back, lamenting exaggeratedly.

"You start to have faith now. Also, I'm a former FBI and I'm currently suspended." Felston laughed, his words were definitely teasing.

Watching him start the car and turn on the heating, Feng Zhannuo found that he was not very unhappy about the suspension. Maybe temporarily letting go of responsibilities is equivalent to letting go of the shackles. No one can accuse Feston of falling in love with someone who shouldn't be loved.

He doesn't like to be blamed, he's always doing the right thing, except this time, even if it's wrong, it's all "wrong" right now.

In the evening, I had dinner at Feston's favorite restaurant.

Twice the amount of red wine, having a drink after dinner, chatting happily like two ordinary people, never mentioning any sensitive words.

It might seem strange to say that the meal went smoothly and pleasantly, but to them the absence of accidents and interruptions meant that it was smooth and pleasant.

Feston didn't mention Gran's son again, even though they might see him the next day, Feng Zhannuo could vaguely feel that Feston didn't like him mentioning Gran.

He really wanted to know about his past, but after he kept silent for a few times, Fieston realized that Gran had a special place in Feng Zhannuo's heart. Whenever he was mentioned, Feng Zhannuo's expression would always be a little bit special.

So he didn't touch the name anymore, but Feston also decided that one day he would ask this matter clearly.

The next evening, they returned to Chicago.

Feng Zhannuo put his hands in his pockets, "It's still so cold here."

Feston walked out of the airport with him, carrying simple luggage, "Are you afraid of the cold?"

"I'm afraid of everything." It's a bit strange to hear him say such words. Feng Zhannuo stretched out his hand and rubbed his palm under Feiston's weird gaze. "Ice, snow, flood, fire, bad weather, everything beyond human control, I'm afraid."

"I understand what you're talking about, it's awe, the power of nature." Felston took his hand and helped him to warm his fingers, "You always have to be prepared for weather beyond human control , it’s not easy, because your occupational risk is too high.”

"I don't want to discuss this topic with you. You will return to the FBI soon. I don't want my words to become evidence in court." Feng Zhannuo teased himself with a nasty joke.

Keep your hands flexible at all times, he moved his hands and feet, and threw the luggage of the two of them to Fieston to take care of him. Felston lifted his bag to make sure there was no suspicious item in it, "I can help you, But don't ask me for anything you lack."

"Don't worry, there aren't any prohibited items in it. In case something is missing, you can use yourself to make up for it." Hitting Felston, Feng Zhannuo approached his ear.

Breathing faintly, Feston tilted his head, his eyes fell on Feng Zhannuo's lips, "If you get any closer, I will kiss you right here."

Looking around, the passengers were in a hurry, and there were many people at the airport.

Feng Zhannuo suddenly backed away, "Forget it." He looked behind Felston, who turned around following his gaze, and there were a few absolutely unexpected characters there.

Jonathan, Hans, Bob, and Stephanie, the FBI and the retired professional assassin intermediary and intelligence organization leader stood together and coexisted peacefully. This scene is not often seen.

"According to this level, maybe if we travel a few more times, there will be peace in the world." Feng Zhannuo raised the corner of his mouth, took the luggage in Fieston's hand, and walked towards "his people", while Fieston walked towards Jonathan and Hans.

"You are back, Gran's son is here with me now, we need to discuss a solution..."

"My daughter likes him, there is no way I can only bring her here, but Ian, you have to be prepared, the situation of that child is different from what we thought..."

"Boss! You're finally back. I can't believe your name is on the flight!"

"Boss, has there been any news for you from the Bureau, when will we return to work under your command..."

The four people spoke at the same time, each talking in their own way, and it was almost impossible to hear who was saying what, Feng Zhannuo and Feston looked at each other, and changed directions together with a tacit understanding, "Go back and talk about it."