Love Killer

This feeling is not unfamiliar, I have experienced it a few times, but not once after the injection of anesthesia.

The blood flowed all over the place, and just when the CIA was about to make another stab, bang bang bang, the door of the infirmary was knocked, and the voice of the old dog came in through a door, "Someone is here!"

After confirming that the wound was not fatal, the two CIAs glanced at each other. One of them went to open the door, and the other was about to make a move. Unexpectedly, the prey under his feet suddenly counterattacked, and his neck was held by a pair of sticky hands.

There was no time to react, Feng Zhannuo's dying blow completely broke his neck, under the effect of anesthesia, even if the knife wound on his back could kill him, now he can't feel too much pain.

His hands were covered with his own blood, his ears were filled with the sound of his own heartbeat, the scene in front of him became very blurred, and he vaguely saw another CIA approaching...

It's not worth dying here, he hasn't lived enough, there are still many things to do, and he still wants to see Feston.

I don't know how Feston will react when he gets the news of his death. Feston is an unlucky FBI. When he met him as a killer, not only did he not get any benefits, but he even caused a lot of trouble.

Feng Zhannuo wanted to laugh, but now even this tiny movement became difficult.

Death didn't mean much, it used to be, but now he couldn't be sure.

If your life and death may affect another person, if someone other than yourself cares about your life and death, then living or dying is not a choice for you alone.

Too bad he doesn't have a choice now, too bad.

I met Feston not long ago, so he doesn't have much regrets, as long as the remaining unresolved matters are handed over to that man, I believe they will be resolved soon.

Feng Zhannuo knew what he was facing, death was as common to him as sleep, most of the time he would bring death to others, maybe today is the time for him to try it himself.

He knew he was on the ground, because he heard the floor vibrating, and someone approached him, whoever that person was, he thought he had the right to leave a last word, "...just say I ran away..."

He couldn't let Feston know.

He grabbed the man's sleeve, the man looked down at him, as if wanting to hear what he said, Feng Zhannuo opened his mouth, "...tell him... I escaped..."

The person who bowed his head was shocked, his deep and cold eyes stared at him like a ball of cold fire, and gradually became frantic, but Feng Zhannuo had already fallen into a semi-comatose state, his white lips moved, and he grabbed the other person The hands of the sleeves came loose and fell to the ground.

The blood continued to flow down his back, wet the floor, and also wet Fieston's hands. He couldn't believe that the dying person in front of him was the ghost killer with a handsome smile.

If he hadn't received the news that the CIA had secretly sent someone to act, and immediately turned back halfway, what he was facing now was a corpse.

But even if he arrived, he only had time to hear his words.

Feston put the seriously injured Feng Zhannuo on the hospital bed, "You are not allowed to die!"

Another CIA pointed his gun at him, "Ghost was assassinated by other prisoners during the prison riot and died accidentally. If you want to, I have to find a reason why the body of the FBI is here."

"People from the CIA—" After Feston finished speaking, his cold gray eyes stared at him. The CIA agent sensed something was wrong and pulled the trigger.

Like a slow motion, the old dog who witnessed all this at the door watched what happened inside in astonishment, his wrist was twisted, and the wrist bone clicked, which happened at the same time as the bullet was fired.

The CIA agent was shot in the shoulder by his own bullet, and Feston broke his wrist. It was only a blink of an eye. He took the gun in his hand, and the suppressed gun made a few puffs.The CIA was like a living target, with five or six blood holes in his chest, and he fell slowly to the ground.

But this still can't change the current situation of Feng Zhannuo, Feston felt his pulse, it was very weak, his pale face was like a corpse, and the blood flowing from his back stained his clothes red.

Feston held him in his arms, pressed his wound, and called him anxiously, "Wake up! Wake up!"

Feng Zhannuo lost consciousness, and it was impossible to hear what Feiston said, but Feiston knew very well that if he gave up at this time, he would really have no chance to wake up. He yelled like crazy, "You don't want me to know You are dead, very good, then open your eyes and see! If you die now, you will die in front of me!"

He slapped Feng Zhannuo's face hard, and pressed the wound on his back firmly with one hand.

The old dog just kept watching, didn't ring the alarm, hesitated, he walked up, "He was anesthetized just now, he can't be woken up, let me see his injuries, he should be saved—"

"Then save him!" Fieston doesn't care who he is, as long as he can save Feng Zhannuo.

The old dog didn't dare to look into Feston's eyes, and just indicated the situation outside with his eyes. Feston threw the two prison guards who fainted at the door to the lizard, "Look at them."

For a man with a gun in his hand who was said to be from the FBI, Lizard chose not to move. He had a chance to kill the ghost just now, at least to make his injury worse, but he didn't know why he didn't do that.

"We should kill him, not help save him," said the lizard's companion.

"He also had a chance to kill us, but he didn't do it." Lizard replied coldly, his companion obviously disagreed, "We are professionals, and there is no reason to stop us from doing it."

"He is also a professional, and his price tag is higher than the sum of the three of us. As a 'ghost', he should at least be respected." He paused, "Especially before he died." Lizard thought Even if he didn't touch the person inside, he couldn't last for too long. This was his experience. Judging from the wounds and bleeding, the man couldn't survive.

The door of the infirmary was closed, and the cameras in the corridor outside did not capture any abnormalities, except for some visitors, but the visitors all had special identities. The warden adhered to the principle that more things are worse than less things, and no one came to disturb him.

He said that he could save him, and now the old dog regrets what he said earlier.Because the blood was draining faster than he expected, and the wound was deeper than he expected.

He dared not tell Feston that the wound almost touched the spine. If unfortunately the spine is damaged, even if the injured survives, the legs may not be able to walk, and there is a very high possibility of paralysis.

Sutures, medical cotton, and disinfectant. During the treatment, the old dog sewed up the wound, and suddenly said, "You are the FBI, right? If you killed someone from the CIA, the CIA will not let you go."

"You haven't seen me coming, nor have you seen them." Feston restrained the anxiety in his heart, and now he didn't care at all.

His eyes were fixed on the wound on Feng Zhannuo's back, and the old dog was stitching up stitches one by one, "I gave him an anesthetic, so the CIA had a chance to do it..." Immediately, a black hole appeared in front of his eyes. muzzle.

It's hard for the old dog to believe that the person in front of him is an FBI, even those professional killers don't have such a cold and raucous look in his eyes.

The pistol was in Feston's hand, steady, "Save him, I'll let you go."

What is the FBI, what is the police, what is the current law and order, shit is not, now Feston only has Feng Zhannuo in front of him. Also red.

The old dog didn't dare to raise his head, "...the CIA asked me to do it. I've seen and hurt all kinds of prisoners a lot, but this one, no matter what he did, I really don't want to see him die. Here." It's not the first time that the old dog has been an accomplice of the CIA, but it's the first time he has this feeling, just like when Feston met Feng Zhannuo for the first time, he knew he was special.

Some people are born with a charm that attracts others to approach. When Feston held his hand, Feng Zhannuo's palm prints were still very light, almost none, and the fingerprints still didn't exist. The cold skin was losing its vitality and vitality. Elasticity seems to indicate the final outcome.

His love killed him.

Feston actually thought that if it didn't start, it wouldn't lead to a series of changes later. This is a butterfly effect.

The old dog finished suturing, but Feng Zhannuo's condition did not improve. He still lost a lot of blood, but there were no spare blood bags in the infirmary, and even if there were, the old dog didn't know where they were put. Doctor Jones There is a key to the medicine vault.

"If I were given a chance, I would consider missing you, as long as it could bring you back to life." Feston was surprisingly calm, terrifyingly calm.

He held Feng Zhannuo's hand, and stroked the short hair hanging on his pale forehead.

"If we had never met, you would not die here today, in front of me. I will blame myself for this for the rest of my life, and I will regret it for the rest of my life. I indulge you because I am afraid of losing you, I will give you freedom, but it is not for you, it is for myself..."

Feston pressed his pale lips, "You can blame me, Zhan Nuo, I know I'm selfish."

Something wet Feng Zhannuo's cheeks, it was a slightly salty and bitter taste.