Love Killer

The blood color is particularly dazzling on the white ground.

Greg knew it was going to be bad, and looked at Feston helplessly, "You..."

"Put the gun down!" The extremely furious, or rather cool voice interrupted Greg's explanation, Feston's cold eyes were more terrifying than the light of a dagger, Feng Zhannuo raised his hand, dripping with blood Arm, hooked the corner of the mouth again, "Not much, let me finish killing."

Feston gave him a cold look, bang bang bang bang, continuous gunshots, the killers fell one by one, the bullets burst into blood on the corpses, Feston pulled the trigger until both cartridges were used up.

"It's over." He went straight up and snatched the weapon from Feng Zhannuo's hand, picked up the torn shirt on the ground, quickly tore it into strips, and tightly wrapped Feng Zhannuo's arm.

He seemed to have changed his mind, and he also forgot his original plan to keep him alive for questioning. This series of events happened too quickly, causing several killers to alert him when Feston appeared, but it was too late.

In the blink of an eye, only the dead were stabbed on the ground, and Feng Zhannuo moved his wrapped arm in appreciation, "There must be no impossible task for us to cooperate."

"What task are you talking about?! Do you want to abolish your own hands?!" Felston's roar echoed in the air, but the person he yelled at showed an indifferent expression, looking at his blood-stained arm, "It doesn't matter if it's useless, anyway, I still have my left hand to use."

Slap, a slap on his face, "If you weren't injured, I would beat you up now, your hand is your life, you want to give up your life?" Feston's cold gaze made him People mistakenly thought that they had arrived at the ice cellar.

Feng Zhannuo pulled his hand on the collar, "Since I have decided to quit this business, there is no need to be so nervous about my hand. Forget it, my left hand is no worse than my right hand, maybe even better."

A secretive smile, confidence from a killer, Greg has seen Feng Zhannuo's marksmanship and skill, and he is already so good at shooting with his right hand, so what if he uses his better left hand?

Whether it is short-range shooting or long-range sniping, you must know that whether it is the cooperation of hands and eyes, or heart and brain, there must be a tacit understanding and coordination, especially sniping. In addition to the obstacles brought by the influence of wind and distance, sniping The state of the player itself, and the coordination of all aspects are even more crucial.

The ghost is indeed a ghost... Greg looked at the two people in front of him, thinking about something, and turned his eyes slightly.

"Besides, it's also for your cousin. Do you want me to watch him die? It's not a loss to exchange an arm for a life. If you think about it carefully, it's not a loss." What's more, his hand may not be useless. I don't know how many times he has been injured. Feng Zhannuo was very accurate in judging the injury.

"He can't die, he'll run for his life!" His laser-like eyes swept towards Greg, and Greg had no choice but to avoid Feston's cannibalistic eyes, "Don't be so angry, Feston, Ian But the one who took my money is also fulfilling the task of protecting me."

His sharp and cold eyes turned to Feng Zhannuo, who was stared at by Feston, Feng Zhannuo chuckled, "He is not you, if I protect him, he will have to pay a price himself, there is no free lunch in this world. "

"I don't care if you took the money or not!" Fieston still didn't calm down, his eyes seemed to eat people, "I wanted you to protect him, but I didn't ask you to protect him with your life. If something happens to you, you What should I do?!"

What should he do if something happens to him?Feng Zhannuo smiled silently, patted Feston's face lightly, Feston looked at him with a frown, and opened his arms to gently hug him in the next moment, but the hand pinched on the back of his neck seemed to want to strangle him to death he.

"If you can be more careful, I have nothing to worry about. You are already cautious enough, and you are doing the right thing. If you can put aside your feelings and suffer from someone else, I will even praise him for doing the right thing, but because It's you, so it's totally impossible."

Feston's breathing was right next to his ears, "Don't let yourself get hurt, your body is not yours alone, it also belongs to me." It seemed to be heavy as a sigh, and it was like a warning from a wolf.

This is a request, but also a threat, and Feston would say such things. Just when Greg was amazed, Feng Zhannuo smiled, "It's not the time, but I really want to kiss you now."

Feston's peach eyebrows tightened his hands behind his head, and smiled deeply, "Then what are you waiting for?"

Of course, there is no need to wait any longer. Feng Zhannuo bit Feston's thin lips with bloody hands on the face of an FBI. The surging love is so strong that people are reluctant to let go.

I have long been accustomed to the smell of gunpowder and rust, and even began to indulge in it. Feston grabbed the kiss deeply. As an audience, Greg watched curiously, with a different kind of light in his eyes.

What a good Feston, I thought he had joined the army before, he was a typical officer, he would not lie to anyone, but he did not expect to be here today, standing in such a messy environment in a place full of corpses Huo Ru who can also kiss another man... I have seen the relationship between these two people before, but this time Greg sighed again. Of course, he will not say what he thinks.

Without waiting for him to cough and wake up, Feston and Feng Zhannuo separated, the walkie-talkie on his waist kept calling, the people outside could only hear gunshots, the camera had been smashed long ago, and they didn't know what was going on inside, Jonathan and the others were very anxious .

"Boss? Boss?! Ian? Is Ian there? Can you hear me? Call someone!" Jonathan shouted hoarsely holding the walkie-talkie, "In 3 minutes, if no one comes out, we will rush Go in!"

Just outside the museum, the snipers set up their angles in the distance, just waiting for orders. The assault team at the door was waiting in full force, armed with explosion-proof shields and machine guns. The gunshots inside and the silence after that finally made them unable to wait any longer.

"Remove the people, we don't need it anymore, we'll come out now." Feston's answer finally appeared on the intercom that hadn't responded until now, and the people around Jonathan cheered, "Boss, are you all okay?!"

"Let the medical team get ready." Turning off the walkie-talkie, Feston could foresee the chaos outside, "Do a checkup as soon as you get out," he said to Feng Zhannuo.

Although he has long been used to being injured, Ghost Slayer is definitely not a person who likes to abuse himself, "Of course, I don't want to have any sequelae.

If necessary, he can choose to scrap one of his arms without hesitation, and when possible, he will try his best to preserve his own body. This attitude is like treating some parts, someone has long been used to it. lose.

So at any time can appear so calm, so nonchalant.

Feston suddenly realized that he had been heartbroken by the loss of Feng Zhannuo and the price he had paid for his special profession for a long time, but Feng Zhannuo himself did not seem to realize the value of these losses.

So he never felt hurt, because in his eyes, this is just a small price that must be paid to complete the task.

This kind of thinking is sensible and free and easy, but Feston couldn't help but sigh.

Feng Zhannuo walked a few steps, when he was suddenly grabbed by someone, and Feston's chest was pressed against him from behind, pulling the figure in front back, "Sometimes I find it unnecessary to worry about you, because you Not conscious at all."

"What do you mean?" Feng Zhannuo is a smart person. He turned his head, but he couldn't understand what Feston's expression represented. Check." Gu Baoxiu said, "Isn't this the kind of person he can't let go of? He looked at him for a while with complicated and fiery eyes, and Feston shook his head, "Be careful in the future!" Picking up his face, he squeezed it hard.

The small movements seemed very intimate, which also showed their relationship. Feng Zhannuo touched his chin, pretending not to see the expressions of those around him, "Image, pay attention to image, I don't care, but you are a federal investigator. People in the Bureau call Caesar's Al-Qaeda leader."

"It will be gone soon, don't care what they think." Looking around, Feston pulled him into the medical car, and stabbed a group of spectators outside who hadn't recovered.

Just as they were talking, they were already outside the gate. The reporters outside the museum gate were stopped outside the isolation zone. The scene was surrounded by police cars. Several teams from the FBI were guarding the gate, including those who directed the audience. What team.

Everyone was relieved to see Fiston appear, but no one was prepared to witness the intimate images of the fabled killer and the legend of their bureau.

It's one thing to hear that it's one thing to see the action without hearing the conversation amidst the din of voices, and it's another thing to see it. Except that Xiao Xia and the group have known the inside story for a long time and have seen it, the Washington headquarters The FBI didn't expect to see rumors become facts.

Feston's love affair with a killer has long been a secret, and no one has publicized it, but it is still widely circulated in private. After all, it is a rare thing.

Jonathan had already seen the strangeness, cleared his throat, and gestured, "Clean up the scene, search it carefully, see if there are any alive, and bring everyone out."

The team leader sent by the Washington headquarters to support him questioned his words, "The Al-Qaeda team leader and his friends escaped safely, but the matter is not over yet, Jonathan, you have to make everyone be careful."

"Careful?" Jonathan shook his head and looked at the medical vehicle with weird eyes. "Let's go in and have a look."

Both the boss and Ian came out, and Greg was alive. I don’t know who to be careful about... When Jonathan was thinking wildly, the person who went in first rushed out, his face was ugly, as if he was about to vomit, "There are no survivors inside!"

In such a large-scale case, with so many prisoners, there is no one alive? !The team leader in charge of support gasped, and heard a colleague named Chas whisper behind Jonathan, "Maybe it's a slaughterhouse now."

The ghost made a move, and together with the boss, they could already foresee what it was like inside. The shrimp team filed in without any special expression, and stabbed the others with strange expressions.

Of course, there are many police corpses, but in a museum, more than a dozen professional killers confronted three people, one of them was the FBI, an unknown person, and an ordinary citizen. In the end, nearly twenty professional killers were all dead. ?

Of those three, only one was shot in the arm, and one lost a shirt.

Seeing corpses all over the place, as well as the gun holes above, mixed with blood and glass shards, the support team of the FBI headquarters and the local police who cleaned up the scene were all stunned. The scene of hell is nothing more than that.

But is this something an honest FBI would do?For the first time, someone began to question Feston.The origin of the man Al Qaeda's reputation, but then I remembered that he was called "Caesar".

Not Louis, not Richard, not any other name, but Caesar.