Love Killer

Going to the bathroom to take a shower, halfway through the rush, the killer's vigilance made him stop, let the water continue to run, he took a bath towel to wipe away the water mist, the door outside the room was closed, and the corridor could not be seen, but he was sure, There are people outside.

Carefully and quickly removed the explosive device, a figure flashed outside the door that was suddenly opened, he grabbed the hand that was choking his throat, Feng Zhannuo hooked his mouth, "Could it be that you are here to give me a massage?" Raise your hand and chop horizontally.

The blow from the back of the neck was fast and sharp, and the person outside the door turned forward to avoid the attack, and entered the room by the way, "Are you looking for someone to massage?" Feston Al-Qaeda frowned and stood still in the room, " I told the front desk to find a woman to come up." Not sure what his purpose was, Feng Zhannuo closed the door and slowly wrapped the towel around him, "I don't know yet, so you are a woman?"

Drops of water that hadn't been wiped off his naked half body, the hair and face soaked by water darkened all the colors of the contours of the facial features, he stood there with a smile or not, looking at him with raised eyebrows , This scene stimulates people's senses more than any other scene.

Feston had already admitted that he was attracted by this killer. Seeing him appear like this, he took a heavy breath and his eyes froze. "The deal was cancelled?" He asked Mrs. Marbury's request.

Feng Zhannuo had tried his gaze a long time ago, and it was sharp and compelling. At this time, the feeling was more obvious. Feston's eyes wandered on him. He looked at himself, and raised the corner of his mouth clearly, "I want to know the answer. , you have to give me something too."

The line of sight is glued.

A knock on the door sounded at the right time, "Sir."

There was a woman's voice outside the door. Just hearing this voice and tone, Feng Zhannuo was sure that this woman was well-trained and was under the special care of Mrs. Marbury.

Before he could open the door, Feston walked to the door, "It's not needed here."

Direct rejection, the women only regard him as the object of service, they never bother the customer, and there is no sound outside the door.

"You drove my people away, and I need to relax." Feng Zhannuo picked up a dry towel and wiped his hair. If Feston cooperates, he can also relax on him.

"Even if I don't drive her away, you won't let that woman in. If your client finds out that I'm here, you probably won't be able to explain our relationship." Looking around slowly, Feston's gaze froze. On an object next to the bed was a silver portable suitcase, just the right size for a Breser sniper rifle, and its cartridges.

"Theoretically speaking, our relationship has not changed. You will not give up your position for a killer, and neither will I." He knew he saw it, and lying on the bed, Feng Zhannuo waved to him, "Come here, I am Get someone to give you a massage."

Asking an FBI to give the killer a massage, I don’t know how ridiculous this scene is, but Feston walked over and put his hands on his shoulders, “It can be said, have you given up on this mission, you better tell me the truth .”

"It's too insincere, you don't think I will betray my client so easily, do you?" The gun is within reach, even in this situation, Feng Zhannuo still has not let down his vigilance, he will not forget Who is behind him.

"Don't go overboard." The palm moved slowly, Feston massaged with just the right strength, Feng Zhannuo exhaled, and his eyes stopped on the gun handle under the sheet, "Tell me how you know my room."

Putting his hands on his shoulders, Feston pressed his fingers lightly or heavily, "Monitor all the room service calls, it's not difficult to find where you are." He heard him talking to the front desk.

"So you were so impressed with my voice, you knew it was me." Is this a good thing or a bad thing?Feng Zhannuo dare not draw conclusions easily now.

He will definitely complete the task of the client, and the FBI will definitely pursue it. It is not yet known who the final winner of this game will be.

Because it was really comfortable, Feng Zhannuo got the relaxation he wanted, and groaned cheerfully as he buried himself in the bed sheet. What was displayed in front of Felston was a half-naked body, with a long and graceful body, like an agile leopard. Crouching lazily.

He wondered what it was like to gallop on this leopard, but now was not the time, "Can I say that? Or do you need other services?"

The deep voice came from behind. Felston's appearance was definitely masculine, and he was a tough one, but Feng Zhannuo couldn't deny that when he spoke in this tone, he was very sexy and alluring. A pair of magical hands stretched from his shoulders to his waist.

It's a pity that I can't continue to enjoy it, "You know, I won't give up my mission just because of someone's words."

Flat tone, flat, but cold.

Feston was not surprised to hear this kind of answer. The hand on his waist stopped quickly and remained silent for a few seconds. Feng Zhannuo heard him say, "If you want to die, then come, ghost."

His words were colder and heavier than his.

He called him a ghost, Feng Zhannuo was sure it was an expression of anger, but who could maintain a good mood under such circumstances, "Unfortunately, he is your cousin." He sighed.

If this matter cannot be discussed, there is no need to talk about other things, no matter whether there is some kind of attraction between them that should not exist.

Feston's hands are still on his body. This is a killer's room. There may be weapons hidden by Feng Zhannuo in any corner. Even if he exposes the vitals behind his back to him now, it does not represent trust, but It's a test.

The current silent and ambiguous atmosphere is just an illusion, a little spark, it will become an explosion, unless it is decided to live or die, but he doesn't want him to die, and of course Greg can't die.

If here, now, this man named Feng Zhannuo is detained and charged with a charge of possession of weapons——

Feston hadn't moved yet, "Why don't you do it? This is a good opportunity." Suddenly the words came from the bed, and he could see his intention in a cold tone.

Feston smiled, but he didn't see it, his back was suddenly covered by another body, and there was a fiery friction and he replied, "Unless you are arrested at the scene, any other charges will not pose a threat to you, you have that confidence Not guilty?"

He won't do anything unnecessary. To regard the ghost as an opponent is to believe in the strength of the opponent. Extra hands and feet are useless and will only become obstacles.

Feston's chest was squeezed on his back, and of course there were other parts besides the chest. Feng Zhannuo was not a person who made a chopping board, and Ren Yurou didn't respond to anything. In fact, his reaction was very serious. It started when Dun's hand was on his body.

"It's going to burn out, don't blame me for not reminding you." Without warning, he sat up and flipped Fieston onto the bed, "Before I kill your cousin, should we make out... "

"While you are still alive." Feng Zhannuo on his body was suddenly pressed down, Feston's lower abdomen pressed against his weakness, and the two faced each other, the cunning hidden in the smile, facing the deep threat, "Except for money, What else did Marbury give you? Drugs, women, arms?"

"Drugs, women, arms, these are all good things to make money, but unfortunately they are not. There is a word called reputation, you should have heard of it." Now is not the time to talk about these things, Feng Zhannuo has long been massaged by Feston Feeling the fire, there is something between them, but there is still a long way to go to bed peacefully and friendly, if the present opportunity is missed, there is no need to wait three days later.

His attitude towards life is to have fun in time, two male bodies are entangled and rubbed together, Feng Zhannuo is still not sure what position to use for this first time, who gets on and who gets off, he has not tried to be entered by anyone, seeing his skillful movements, The way Feston looked at him suddenly changed, "You were also so active when you slept with Adam William? Are you going to sleep with all your targets?"

After a pause, "Do you think I'm promiscuous?" The enthusiasm was suddenly extinguished, Feng Zhannuo closed his eyes slightly, and sneered, "I can only guarantee that Adam won't complain about me using his skills, let alone a dead person, wouldn't complaining."

He didn't need to explain to anyone the reason why he went to bed with Adam and then killed him. He sat up on the bed, wrapped a towel around him, and was uninterested, "I'm not interested anymore, go away." Bottle of wine opened.

What he said sounded like he was using Feston as a tool to vent his desire. The FBI should leave with a sullen face, and then he could call another woman up.

He drank the brandy in one gulp, and the aroma of alcohol burned deeply in the depths of his throat.

Feston approached him, and under the sudden impact, the wine glass knocked over on the carpet, and he was pushed to the corner, and the dark red decorative wall sticker with three-dimensional patterns stuck to his back coldly.

Eyes interlaced, breathing ups and downs.

Feston lowered his head and bit his throat, the brandy that flowed from the corner of his mouth, with a sweet taste, licked up his neck, Feng Zhannuo raised his head, his Adam's apple trembled, he reached out and stroked Feston's hair, breathing quickly forward Stretching out his hand, the towel fell to the ground, and he pressed the firm buttocks under his palm and suddenly moved closer.

"Open your mouth." Feston's breathing was as hot as his, and then he rolled his tongue deeply, and the saliva in his mouth made a wet rubbing sound.