Love Killer

The FBI's investigation is going on in secret, and the CIA doesn't intend to let them go just like that. Feng Zhannuo and Feston are facing the arrest of two major government agencies. Fortunately, all this is not being done in public.

"The people from the FBI and CIA bite really tight." At the airport, a man wearing sunglasses and a short jacket held a hot dog in his hand, and was talking to the people around him on this fast food filled with a lot of sauce. He took a bite, chewed and ate slowly.

"Airports, docks, train stations, as long as the route out of Washington will be blocked and inspected, the response is fairly quick in terms of time." As if it was a special reviewer for this operation, Feston leaned against the wall and observed As a "colleague" among the crowd, Feng Zhannuo seemed to see a falcon observing its prey.

He smiled and patted Shi Shi on the shoulder, "Any capture operation has a slack time, and this is the beginning, and Washington is very big..."

The unfinished words revealed the meaning behind it, wiped off the sauce on the corner of his mouth, licked the ketchup in his hand, the color was like blood, and the pair of blue behind the sunglasses seemed to be covered with a layer of blood.

"Go back." He was dressed like a tourist from England, with a rather British hat covering his forehead, a short thin woolen coat, an excellent gentleman's demeanor, skillfully avoiding the position of cameras and monitors, so that Feng Zhannuo almost wondered if he had done similar things before.

"What did I say? If someone wants to commit a crime, he will definitely become an excellent criminal." Feng Zhannuo whispered to himself, walking behind at a leisurely pace, and Feston seemed to hear it, and turned his head glanced at him.

If this wasn't an airport, and there weren't police officers watching over him, maybe he was planning something in answer.

Feng Zhannuo returned a smiling face to the front, lowered his head and walked forward in the crowd carelessly, keeping a certain distance from Felston, sometimes pulling away, sometimes approaching, even if someone saw it from the monitor. , nor does it arouse any suspicion.

As Feston said, airports, train stations, docks, and all entrances and exits leading to other places are monitored, and hotels and hotels have also received information to check the identities of the guests one by one.

It was as if there was a big net that blocked all the roads around them, and as soon as they were touched, the net would act as a hood.

If it were ordinary thieves, robbers, and small employees who killed on impulse, they would be frightened, afraid to move, and panic until they were caught. But now this net is not about to catch those people, but ghosts.

If this is not enough to explain the problem, one can add a note worth emphasizing, that is, there is a Caesar beside the ghost.

No one is more familiar with the internal operations of the police than he is. He is also very clear about the operation mode of the CIA. Surveillance, tracking, mobile phone signals, broadcast signals, and anything that can locate them are stopped. Feng Zhannuo is good at hiding Of course, he is willing to cooperate.

He didn't really need such things as mobile phones. Compared with public phone booths, it is safer to use them now.

"Where are we staying tonight?" The black Ford changed the license plate again, and it was Fieston's turn to drive. You can't go, you should be careful before you change your identity."

"Since you started, you must have already figured out the place. Of course, I will not forget that the ghost has several hiding places." Feston understood his habits very well now, and pinched the back of his neck with one free hand, "Not yet."

"I will tell you the address, but there is a problem that needs to be resolved before going." Feng Zhannuo blinked slowly, "Are you sure we are really going to the FBI headquarters building?"

"You mean..." Fieston stopped the car and looked at him, he nodded with a strange smile, "That's right, it's right behind J Building."

FBI Headquarters J. The Edgan Hooven Building, Feston was still there just a few days ago, and the ghost's hiding place in Washington is actually near the FBI headquarters building.

"The most dangerous place is the safest?" A typical ghost-like choice, cautious and bold, Fieston turned the steering wheel, "You can try it."

They actually wanted to approach the fortress-like Building J when the FBI and CIA jointly hunted them down. Feng Zhannuo couldn't help the smile on his lips, "I've led you into trouble, haven't you, Officer Caesar."

"No, I saved you, Ghost Killer." Perhaps there is no absolute good or bad in the world, Feston slowed down the car and leaned over to kiss his side of the cheek, "If it weren't for me, you would be alone." Everyone is boring."

Is this an escape or a game of hide and seek, Feng Zhannuo couldn't help thinking when they parked the car on the side of the road to go shopping in the supermarket.

"You go to buy food first, and I'll make a call." He greeted Feston, and he went to the coin-operated booth on the side of the road to dial a person's phone, "Bob..."

"Thank God, you still remember me, I know, by this time you boy should call me, this number is safe." Old Bob is still in Chicago, he heard what happened in Washington thing.

This is a backup number for emergencies, but Feng Zhannuo didn't call to discuss safety, "I'm not here to ask you for help, I want you to leave your hotel as soon as possible, if you don't want to be invited by the FBI for coffee, Better go now."

"Don't worry, they have come to look for me a long time ago, but there is no evidence to prove that you did it, and they can't do anything to me." It seems that this is not the first time, Bob is more worried about another thing , "Is there any news about the White Ghost?"

"No." Feng Zhannuo looked around, but didn't feel anything unusual. It was dark, and the traffic was passing under the street lights. Firston came out of the supermarket, sat in the car, and asked him to get in the car as soon as possible.

"I won't talk to you anymore, be careful yourself." He hung up the phone, Bob finally said something, but couldn't hear it, Feng Zhannuo returned to the car, "Let's go."

Feston drove to the J building, and the surrounding roads were not closed, but if they just passed by, it would be quite difficult to get out. "It seems that we underestimated their determination." Feston held Steering wheel, looking into the distance.

It may be that no one expected them to come back. This section of road was not strictly checked, but there were many police cars coming and going. For safety reasons, they had to give up their original plan.

At this time, it seems that he should be nervous, but Feng Zhannuo just smiled, "Is there any other way?"

He seemed to be posing a difficult problem, waiting for someone to give a better answer. Feston accepted all his provocations, changed direction, and drove to the suburbs, "Let me make a call."

Ten minutes later, they came to a garden-like building. When Feston got out of the car, he thought an old woman in her 10s was standing there with a light-colored woolen shawl. .

She opened her arms to Feston. "Welcome back, kid."

"How are you, Wendy." Feston hugged her, and she patted his arm with a smile, "You see, I'm fine, but it's even better if you can come, this is your friend? "She looked at Feng Zhannuo behind him.

"You can call me Ian." Feng Zhannuo walked up a few steps, but Feston said to her, "Wendy, he is my most important person."

Wendy's expression seemed to be surprised, and then she laughed, "That's great, I'm so happy for you." She also hugged him, "Ian, come in with me, have you eaten dinner yet, I'll buy you something to cook. "

"I just bought the ingredients for dinner." Feston took out the paper bag from the car, and the three of them walked into the garden-like building together. On their way to the gate, there were all kinds of flowers planted everywhere. The scent of roses at night is like something out of a fairy tale.

Wendy cooked dinner for them and arranged a room for them. She didn't ask anything. She seemed to have no desire to know why they came and when they left. Even people like Feng Zhannuo were caught by the warmth conveyed by its smile Infected, I feel very relaxed all over.

"Who is she?" After dinner, the old man led them to the room, and when she left, Feng Zhannuo looked around, "Is this your photo?"

He saw a photo frame on the cabinet. Feston was right at that time. Feston, who was wearing a military uniform, was younger than now, full of heroism, and his deep eyes seemed to suck people in, and they were so sharp that they made people avoid him. .

"She is the mother of a friend of mine. I used to live with her for a while." Feston lost his mother when he was a child, which may be the reason why he was close to Wendy. Calm, but believe that as long as you keep asking, the story may not be so pleasant.

"She's a lovely old man." Taking off his coat, Feng Zhannuo didn't intend to ask any more questions. He and Fieston both had a lot of stories to tell each other, so he approached him in no hurry, "I want to know How is the soundproofing here?"

A pleasant voice blew past Feston's ears, and Feng Zhannuo was unbuttoning his shirt with his hands, "I don't think Wendy would mind..."

"Mind what?" Feston tightened his arms, found his lips, stroked his back with both hands, and his deep voice could stir up heat, "Her bedroom is far away from here."

"This is really good news." Feng Zhannuo had successfully unbuttoned Feston's shirt, and when they were exchanging kisses and stroking each other intimately, an "Oops" at the door made them look over together.

"I want to tell you that the hot water in the bathroom is ready." The old woman was obviously taken aback, and patted her heart. "Suddenly I saw two young men performing a strip show in front of me..."

She shook her head, "This is not a drama suitable for the elderly."

"Thank you, Wendy." Feng Zhannuo laughed, and kissed her wrinkled cheek bare-chested, "We'll go right away."

"Don't waste hot water." Wendy coughed a few times, "The bathtub is only enough for one person."

Feng Zhannuo suppressed a smile, "Then you go first." He said to Feston, then looked at himself, picked up the T-shirt vest on the floor and put it on, he didn't even remember when he took it off, If Wendy came a moment later, she didn't know what she would see.

Feston went to take a shower, but Wendy didn't leave. She dragged Feng Zhannuo to sit on the sofa in the room, "Let me take a good look at you, child."

He didn't know what the old man wanted to say. Wendy's eyes were as warm as her smile, and she looked at the photo frame on the cabinet, "My son was once a subordinate of Feston..."