Love Killer

When Feston came in, he saw that his head was sullen and his shoulders were constantly shaking, and soon Feng Zhannuo was patted on the head, "Don't laugh."

He pretended to cough lightly, "Well, I'll take a shower before going to sleep."

He got up lazily, with the corners of his mouth still raised. Whenever he smiled like this, Feston felt that he saw a fox that pinched his waist when he passed by.

Unexpectedly, Feng Zhannuo's injury was still not healed, and he had exhausted a lot of physical strength, so he had to support Felston to stand still. He cursed softly, and Felston quickly supported him.

"I'll help you." Feston didn't know if the prison warden here had ever accepted bribes and pocketed his own money, but the office here was indeed well-decorated, and there was a bathroom inside.

Because it was a shower, Feng Zhannuo had to be supported to finish the shower smoothly. After coming out, Feston changed his medicine again.

"It turns out that Al Qaeda police officers still carry medical supplies with them." Few people get such good treatment in jail. Feng Zhannuo lay leisurely on the sofa, and the leather was covered with a layer of water vapor from the bathroom.

"Patients don't need to talk so much. You have to go back to your cell tomorrow morning." Unfortunately, there was no bed in the office, and Feston squeezed beside him, his wet hair sticking to his.

"I'll see Gran tomorrow." Feng Zhannuo's tone didn't sound like he was happy. It's always awkward for two people to squeeze into the sofa, and Fiston put his hand on his shoulder, "I thought you were very happy." want to see him."

This is definitely ironic, Feng Zhannuo replied with his eyes closed, "I miss the old Gran, as for the current one, the professional killer in Rufus Prison? Ha."

He snorted and teased casually, but Fieston could feel his disappointment, "The environment will change people, it will be fine when he comes out, he still has Neilfei, have you told him about Irene?"

"I only told him that Irene is dead. As for her identity as the daughter of a certain British figure, I'm not sure if he wants to know." Recalling the Gran he saw, Feng Zhannuo sneered, "If I know he is a busy man now, busy with origami."

"Maybe it's better for you not to stay in the same cell with him. Gran knows that Irene is dead, so maybe he will take some action." Considering this, Feston felt that everything should be careful, even if Feng Zhannuo didn't want to admit it. I also know that what he said is correct, and there is no objection.

"To be honest, I don't want to fight with him." He closed his eyes and was about to fall asleep, but Fieston felt complicated when he heard this sentence, "It's normal, he is your friend, but don't let this friendship fool you eyes, he's not the old Gran."

He kissed Feng Zhannuo's neck, "He is a prisoner now, even if you put him in prison, what happens after that has nothing to do with you."

"I know that taking drugs and killing people is his own choice. If he continues like this, he will be like those people sooner or later!" Opening his eyes, Feng Zhannuo's eyes were slightly cold.

Those killers who killed themselves in the end, their counterparts, Gran might become one of them.

"It seems that you have already made a decision." Feston faced him face to face, the eyes in his long and narrow eyes seemed to support his decision, he met Feston's gaze, "Even if I have to tie him up, I will take him go out."

There was a flash of light in his slightly squinted eyes, which was inevitable, Fieston saw it, "You are telling a federal policeman that you are going to help someone escape from prison."

"That's what I said." Feng Zhannuo not only did not deny it, but also said with a smile, "You should have expected it a long time ago, you should have expected it from the beginning when I planned to go to prison, otherwise I just need to meet him, why bother?" It's such a hassle."

"I knew you would say that." Feston was neither angry nor surprised, "I have already arranged it."

This time it was Feng Zhannuo's turn to be surprised, "Arranged already?"

The place was so small that they had to get very close. When Fieston replied, his breath was blowing on his face, and there was a slight heat, "Otherwise, why do you think I didn't accompany you on the road? You want to see Gran , to make up for your past mistakes, I have no reason not to support it, I have always been an upright person, and I am the FBI."

Seeing Feston's serious declaration, Feng Zhannuo couldn't help laughing again, "Yes, the FBI, an FBI who is going to sleep with a killer, and then they will escape from prison together."

He lowered his voice, and Fiston covered his mouth when he laughed, waiting for him to finish speaking against his palm.

"For the final result, we can change some principles appropriately..." He looked outside the door, "Anyway, this is not the first time.

The prison guard on guard should have happened to be changing shifts, so he didn’t hear the laughter inside. Felston motioned him to be careful, and Feng Zhan Nuobi gave an OK gesture, “Anyway, I have to thank you, when I’m in a bad mood Time to tell me a joke."

"What you should be grateful for is another kind of consolation, I thought that would work better." Of course he could hear Feston's hint, and laughed again immediately, "Yes, I have to admit, the effect is very good, it's really good Extremely."

Holding Feston's neck tightly, he whispered an answer in his ear.

I don't know when, the unique smell of gunpowder smoke and blood on the killer's body gradually faded on Feng Zhannuo's body, or it should be neutralized by another smell, Feston was very happy about this.

In order to avoid being found in the office where policemen and prisoners are sleeping on the same sofa in the morning, Fieston locked the door. Feng Zhannuo's body has not yet recovered. I fell asleep in a deep sleep.

Whether it's Gran, Neilfei, or what is wanted, or the status of the baron, everything has become very distant.

He knows he's in prison, but so what, there's nothing more important than knowing that there's someone behind you when you're facing a problem, who's there for you, for you.

As he had sensed at the outset, Fiston was not just someone who felt "right" but also a partner when it mattered.

"Thank God, he's not dead yet." Early the next morning, when Feng Zhannuo woke up, Fieston had already left, and the prison guard who took over guard came in and found that he was still alive, and muttered something in a low voice.

If something happens to the prisoner while the prison guards are guarding him, he will be responsible, but he has long planned to say that it was an FBI interrogation that caused the death of the prisoner, but now it seems that this reason is no longer available.

After being called the prisoner's number, Feng Zhannuo sat in the wheelchair again, and no one supported him when he walked here. He was taken back to the cell. To his surprise, he saw a face that was not unfamiliar to him in the cell. .

"Mason?" He watched Mason being brought in, this time he was the one who came first, and sighed in his heart that there are acquaintances everywhere, and it was obviously arranged by Feston.

Mason's handcuffs were opened, and then he was pushed into the cell. He staggered a few steps before he stood still. There were scars from being hit on his bald head full of tattoos. "Your friend really has a way."

He gritted his teeth and said this, looking as if he wanted to bite someone a few times. Feng Zhannuo was curious about what Feston did, and raised his finger to say hello, "Meet you again, Judas."

Mason was stabbed by the spikes in his words and almost jumped up, "Don't call me Judas, I don't want to be a traitor, I just..." He blushed angrily and didn't know what to say next, "Fuck me How can you be so unlucky! Locked up with you!"

"You just want to start over, so you call the police and let the police arrest you, because you don't have the courage to tell your boss that you want to quit." Feng Zhannuo finished the sentence for him, "And you admit that you are that Judas."

He pointed to his head, and Mason touched the tattoo on his bald head, "I hesitated, and I am in a dilemma now. If I can't kill you, I can't go back. When I get out of prison, my brothers from the Black Panther Gang I won’t let me go! And your friend who is a policeman—he actually threatened me with the evidence of the Black Panther Gang to help you!”

Before Feng Zhannuo was arrested, there were many members of the Black Panther Gang present during the tavern fight, and many of them were arrested by the police. Of course, Feston had a lot of criminal evidence.

"What kind of policeman is he?!" Mason kicked hard on the wall, maybe this kick was too hard, he took a deep breath, and finally sat down on the ground with a dejected expression.

"He's making choices for you. That's what he's good at. It's weird. Most of the time he's right, even though you might not want to admit it now." On the other hand, I don't hate it, Mason is not a threat to him, maybe Feston made such an arrangement because he was sure of this.

"Admit what? I'm a subordinate arranged by the FBI for his killer lover? A handyman?" Mason stared.

"You wanted to start over, so you called the police. After you went to prison, you didn't want to sever ties with your former companions, so you came to assassinate me, Mason. I think your brain is not very good. You have to think about it." It's totally impossible for something this good to happen, and it leads directly to the pathetic state you're in now."

No one can show a smile, but say such a thing, Mason puts his head on his head and ignores him.

After Feng Zhannuo finished speaking, he was startled.

Wanting to start over, but not wanting to sever ties with the past, there is no such a good thing, this may be suitable for him, the reason why Ma Sen was chosen is not unreasonable.

"Okay, Feston." He scratched the hair in front and laughed.

Just across from his line of sight, someone was sitting in the corner of that cell, a pile of origami was piled up to look like a giant dragon, with a long tail with corners, and a pair of huge wings, now half completed, just waiting for the other half to take shape .