Love Killer

A kiss is like sparks enough to ignite desire, burning like a prairie fire.

"Do you want to stay and continue massaging me..." He liked Feston's buttocks.

With a low moan and the unique charm of male creatures, he kneaded the elasticity under his palms. It is undeniable that Feston's body is very tempting to him. The skin on the back rubs against the wallpaper, and the undulating rough touch arouses everyone. root nerve.

The moving hands on each other, the provocative kiss, the humid air floating in the room, ambiguous and confusing...

Feston pushed him against the wall, how to proceed now is a delicate choice for both of them, usually the first time should not be done in this way, between him and him There are still too many issues that have not reached a consensus, but the scale has tilted.

You shouldn't be tempted, you shouldn't obey the desire in your heart, Felston knows these things, but he can't stop his actions at this moment.

He couldn't stop not touching him.

The naked body shows amazing deterrence, like a very lethal weapon. People who are addicted to danger can't restrain their desire to get it. An alarm sounded in Feston's mind, but his lips and hands remained intact. The path of exploration.

When the two of them were entwined with each other, the phone rang suddenly. Unless it was the call from the front desk, only Mrs. Marbury knew the room number...

Lady Marbury, his client, Greg's rival, and he, Greg's cousin.

Rationality returned, Feng Zhannuo backed away first, and Fieston then backed away. The messy hair scratched by Feng Zhannuo hadn't been tidied up, and traces of desire could still be found in his eyes. No matter how quickly his self-control recovered, he couldn't There is no way to hide what happened the moment before.

No one can hide it.

Feston left without saying a word, and Feng Zhannuo sat on the edge of the bed with no expression on his face.

It took less than ten minutes for Feston to walk out of this room after entering the door. The humid air brought out from the bathroom hadn’t dissipated yet. The sparks from just now seemed to be floating in the air. The central air conditioner kept the temperature of each room at a suitable temperature. But he felt that his body was being burned, and the heat that hadn't dissipated remained on the surface of his body.

He was very annoyed that he was so easily teased, it was just a kiss.

Why should he care what Felston thinks of him and Adam?Yes, he didn't care, but when he heard Feston's question, he couldn't help being affected. He was angry because of Feston's misunderstanding.

What the hell was going on with him and Feston?Standing naked on the edge of the bed, he poured himself a glass of wine, he needed to calm down.

By the way, he should find another woman, or a man, and pour the excited emotions and fiery desires on another person. He wants to find a substitute to satisfy his aching body.

His mind regained his composure, but his body was still clamoring. Feng Zhannuo even figured out how to make that person moan and beg for mercy on the bed, and picked up the phone—that noisy phone that has been ringing until now.

"Ian?!" Madam Marbury's cautious voice came on the phone, "Why did it take you so long to answer the phone?"

"Something." He answered briefly, his voice still unrecovered, hoarse and magnetic, "Find someone to come up for me."

Hearing this, there is no need to explain it more clearly. Mrs. Marbury is familiar with men. She knows that some men like to have some excitement before killing people. Is it possible that Ian is also in this category?But last time he didn't seem to make such a request, and she had already considered this in advance, someone has gone up, isn't one enough?

"Of course, do you want a man or a woman this time?" Regarding the assassin hired by Gao Jin, she was not ignorant of his preferences.

Man, just as Feng Zhannuo was about to answer, there was only one name in his mind, Feston Kaida.

That man could have directly detained him, even without any reason, even if it was only 24 hours, it was enough to disrupt his plan, with the ST team directly under the director of the FBI, the leaders of those elites, never let Caesar with the criminal slipping through his hands...

And not only did he get away from him, this time, the gun was pointed at his cousin.

Why would Feston Al-Qaeda do such a dangerous job when he could be sitting on hundreds of billions of dollars in wealth?Just chasing the thrill of the hunt, as he said last time?

At that time, Feston did not deny it, but hiding his identity, giving up his status, taking his life as a bet, and competing with those heinous criminals, these are not interesting things, a person, unless he is born with a gambler's risk factor in his blood Otherwise, it is impossible to stick to the rules and regulations of the law, and Feston is not such a person.

When thinking of this, Feng Zhannuo forgot that he was also a criminal himself, one of them.

What he was thinking about was the hand pressed on his shoulder, staying on his waist, the heat that seemed to be ironed into the skin to reach the depth...

"Ian?" Mrs. Marbury was a little worried. She called several times, but there was still no response from the other end of the phone. Then she heard a faint reply from the other party. She frowned, "It's a man or a woman, you haven't answered yet."

What he wanted was a man, but he didn't have an opponent of Feston's level, so he couldn't arouse his interest at all, "Forget it."

How could Mrs. Marbury not notice what was wrong with him, and said coldly: "I don't want anything to happen to the person I paid for at this time."

"If you have nothing important to do, don't contact me again before you act."

There was only a lingering beep on the phone. Madam Marbury looked at the phone in her hand. Ian Noye, the paid killer, seemed to think that he was the one who was in charge of everything. Did he forget Is he just a killer?

Mrs. Marbury took a deep breath and stood up. She still has a lot of things to arrange. Las Vegas, the gold pan, must be in her hands. Greg must die, and no one can replace her. status!

In Las Vegas, the daytime temperature has long exceeded the body temperature. People on the road are wearing sunglasses to block the glare. People who are always in the building don’t need to worry about this. Greg and his party are going to the Circus City Hotel Casino.

The car drove up to Fairmont Street under full protection, where the most prosperous and famous entertainment venues are located.

There were no suspicious incidents on the road, and Jonathan was a little disappointed, "Even if we knew that we were prepared, the ghost would not give up the goal. As long as he promised the customer, he must do it. Is he also afraid of death?"

"Why would a ghost be afraid of death? A killer, he has already died." Derek checked the equipment on his body and talked with his companion through the headset.

"From this morning to noon, plus yesterday, one and a half days have passed. The company will leave tomorrow night. I don't know when the ghost will do it." The company refers to Greg and his team. This is a code word, Hans Questions everyone wants to know the answer to.

Feston sat in Greg's car, heard the words from the earphones, and reprimanded the team members, "Stop moving your mouths, use your eyes more, and watch."

The deep male voice, when it comes from the earphones, the eardrums will be hurt, listen, how strict, the boss is like this as soon as he enters the working state, and the few people who talked with him stopped talking, they all understand the importance of this operation sex.

The team members left arrangements in the front and rear vehicles, nearby high-rise buildings, and the gate of the destination. In groups of three or four, Feston refused the help offered by the local Las Vegas police. This expression shows obvious displeasure.

"Do you not trust our police?" In the police office, Sergeant Franley slapped the table, "Detective Feston, even if your FBI is operating undercover this time, this is my place after all, you made a request Tell me to block the intersection, but don't tell me why?"

He looked very unhappy, as it should be, many local police are disgusted with the FBI directly intervening in their local affairs, Feston did not say much, "This is my request, block the intersection, and leave other things to me men."

"Then you don't believe in the capabilities of our police?!" Fran's face turned red with strength.

"Unless you can guarantee that your subordinates will not be shot by ghosts." Feston looked down at him, "The dead will be replaced, so that the killer has the opportunity to approach our protection target."

From height to body shape, from demeanor to imposing manner, Feston seems to have a natural leadership that is not comparable to that of Sergeant Franley, who is about to retire. The FBI has priority, and what he said is correct, unless he can Make sure your subordinates are not killed by the killer.

But who can guarantee it?Finally Franli backed down, so now, there are no police officers on the street, Feng Zhannuo is on the diagonally opposite floor, observing the street with a high-power telescope, if his plan is to solve a policeman, put on his clothes to steal It was completely impossible to get into the building with his credentials.