Love Killer

The hair was drenched, and the contours of the face became clearer.

Feston Kaida will always remember the smile he saw at that time, just like Feng Zhannuo will never forget the touch in his palm at that time. At that time, none of them realized what this coincidence would bring to their future variable.

His smile deepened, "How is it?"

Pincer-like hands pinched his wrist bones, and he said accurately, "I don't negotiate conditions with criminals."

The fist wind hit his jaw, Fieston quickly fell back, his right wrist seized by him took the opportunity to break free, the sound of footsteps moved to the southwest corner on the other side of the roof, he chased after him, "No one can threaten me, no matter you who is it."

"It turns out that you are not afraid of others knowing." It was really rare, Feng Zhannuo counted the gunshots and continued to move, the mission was completed, there was no need to stay any longer, but he had an intuition that this man was different from other policemen.

Al Qaeda, I seem to have seen this surname somewhere...

"I saw you." Aiming at Feng Zhannuo through the iron frame around the water tank, Feston slowly moved towards him, "Put your hands up, don't force me to shoot."

The gun that Feng Zhannuo used to kill people was still on the ground, and it was impossible to take it. He raised his hand and turned around slowly, "Okay, you won." He smiled indifferently.

Feston approached step by step, holding the gun in his right hand, and the handcuffs on his waist with the other hand. He had never needed to be so careful with other prisoners. At this moment, a flash of lightning suddenly flashed, and there was a loud bang, and the wind spread. Nuo suddenly raised his leg and swept across, this time Feston's gun was not so easy to release.

Blocking with the arms and striking back quickly, the fighting skills of both sides are beyond ordinary, obviously they have undergone rigorous training, the speed and strength are evenly matched, although Feston has a gun, but because the distance is too close, there is no room to use it, Feng Zhan promises not to let it go He's out of range of him, he just wants him to have no time to raise his gun.

Under such circumstances, holding a gun has become a kind of burden. The opponent's attack speed is too fast. Fieston knew his plan. Feng Zhannuo punched him with a right uppercut with a smile on his face. , at this time Feston suddenly received a punch from him and stepped back.

He was using the space to buffer, Feng Zhannuo knew something was wrong, and he saw him backing away, raising his hand and raising his gun at the same time.

The bullet passed through Feng Zhannuo's arm, causing a burst of heat. He frowned. He didn't expect the opponent to be so difficult. "The muscle reaction is subconscious. You can control it. You are amazing." His right arm was bleeding .

"I'm always happy to accept compliments from criminals."

The cold handcuffs landed on his wrists. Feng Zhannuo glanced at them without any resistance. The other end of them was handcuffed to the iron railing on the roof. He smiled calmly, "I'm not a criminal until there is no evidence, unless You saw me kill with your own eyes."

He was testing him. Feston couldn't identify him as the murderer if he didn't see him kill. Both of them knew this, but Feston was also sure that the person in front of him was the murderer of Adam Williams. "Don't worry, I will know who you are soon, and now I am arresting you on suspicion of murder."

Picking up the gun on the ground, he saw that the body was still on the side, bleeding under the rain. He took out the walkie-talkie and said, "Call the headquarters, the target person is dead, and let the identification team arrive within 5 minutes."

"How is it possible?! Boss, 5 minutes?! God is too late!" The team members screamed through the earphones.

"The most recent homicide is still investigating evidence at the scene. It's only one block away from here. Five minutes is enough for them to drive here." Accompanied by the sound of the wind and rain, Feston's voice has irrefutable courage.

They even knew what the other teams were doing, but they were still human. The members in charge of support and dispatch at the headquarters had nothing to say, and made faces with their companions, "Yes, boss!"

If the corpse is not disposed of in time, the remaining clues will be washed away by the rain. Although Feston Al Qaeda felt that it would be difficult to find useful things on the corpse, he went to find a piece of plastic sheet nearby to cover the corpse. When the lid is closed, the rainwater hits the white translucent discarded plastic tablecloth and makes a constant rattling sound.

"You just stand there to accompany me in the rain?" Feng Zhannuo shook the handcuffs on his hands leisurely leaning against the railing as if watching the rain scene.

"Of course not, I will go to your place to accompany you." The man opposite walked back from the corpse and began to grope on him, Feng Zhannuo raised the corners of his mouth, "Can I sue you for molestation?"

"It's up to you." Feston didn't believe that he was just an ordinary killer. Ordinary killers would not be so calm and calm after being bumped into. He made sure that the handcuffs were firmly on him, and he searched him carefully.

A loop pin he had in his pocket, nothing more, "Don't expect to get out, fall into my hands, no one can escape yet." He put the loop that can be used to pick the lock The needle was thrown a few times in front of him and dropped off the building.

The tone of Feston's words was not arrogant and complacent. He was describing a fact, so what he said was very common and therefore more threatening. Feng Zhannuo watched the loop needle disappear from sight, "From When I saw you in the photo, I knew you were different from those cops."

"You are not an ordinary criminal." Under the curly black hair, the sharp eyes are brighter, like a falcon biting its prey.

"Thank you for the compliment." Feng Zhannuo and him looked at each other, the two of them were standing in the rain, the wind on the roof blew the drenched jacket hem, and suddenly, there was a click.

Feston was immediately alert, but the fist wind had already hit his face with rainwater, and his vision was blurred. When he opened his eyes, Feng Zhannuo was already standing by the fence and waving at him. Of course, the handcuffs on his hands were released.

Feston's eyes sank, and he touched his pocket, "You took my key."

"Just when I proposed to make a deal with you." Facing the gun, Feng Zhannuo seemed not at all worried that Feston would shoot at any time, "Nice to meet you, Team Leader Feston."

He leaned back against the railing, and Fieston rushed up, "This is the eighteenth floor!"

The person leaning on the railing fell backwards, and when he fell, he grabbed a backpack hanging under the railing, "Thank you for your concern." Now that he knew who he was and that their group was here, how could he not be prepared? ? "

Falling into the air, pulling down the buckle skillfully, a parachute popped out of the backpack, Feng Zhannuo adjusted the umbrella bag, and moved quickly to the north with the current strong wind, which is an adventure in this weather However, it is more hopeful to land safely than jumping directly from the building.

He smiled at him in mid-air, that damn sly smile, Feston aimed his gun at him, the dark clouds in the distance gradually dissipated, and the sun showed his face again from the clouds, he still didn't pull the trigger in the end.

Feng Zhannuo knew that it wasn't that he didn't want to shoot, but that the afternoon sun obstructed his vision and prevented him from aiming accurately.

He took out the sunglasses from the pocket on one side of the backpack, put them on calmly, and controlled the direction. In his sight was the figure of a man on the rooftop fixed in place. Even though he was too far away to see clearly, he could still feel the power eyes.

Those deeply hidden eyes, their owner is really extraordinary.

"Bob, save me a room." He took the time to make a phone call during the fall, the street after the rain, and all the people who were sheltering nearby went back, he took off his backpack and emptied it and threw it into the alley trash can, and then naturally blended into the crowd.

He had a wound on his arm, so he'd better find a place to avoid the police's subsequent search. When he passed the hot dog stand, he grabbed a can of ketchup and squeezed it around the wound. It didn't feel good, but the strong ketchup smell Can impress.

"It's better to remember ketchup than this." When he arrived at the destination, he pointed to his face and showed the front desk the ketchup he rubbed on his body. "It tastes good."

He licked his fingers, this kind of unrefined gesture appeared on his body but it was not annoying. His body was wet and his hair was messed up. Maybe because it was him, this look was not embarrassing, but it had a unique look. charm.

The charm of hell, the god of death is always the god of death, there is a man in his 50s at the front desk, he is called Bob by everyone, Bob has not forgotten who the young man in front of him is, and shakes his head at him, "What do you want me to call me, here, this It's the key." He grabbed a peanut and threw it into his mouth, and threw a key with the house number on the table.

"Thanks." Feng Zhannuo took it and walked to the stairs, Room 308, the stairs are safer than the elevator, facing his back, the old man named Bob looked around, and after a while he was sure no one else called him, "How's your injury?"

"I can't die yet." He replied without looking back, he stepped on the carpet and walked to the second floor, his unrestrained tone made it hard to believe that he just killed one person and fought the FBI again.

Thinking that the FBI might send someone to track him down, Feng Zhannuo's mind reflected a face, that Feston Al Qaeda, with a pair of unforgettable eyes, which made him feel that something was wrong with him for the first time. kind of crisis.

The killer's intuition was keen, and a quarter of an hour later, a man appeared in front of Bob, and behind him were about a dozen other people, uniformed by the FBI, wearing a black bulletproof vest, and a piece of paper was placed in front of him, "This is the search make."