Love Killer

"When Feston brought you to me, when you knew who you were, none of you could imagine how I felt at that moment." He vaguely remembered how shocked he was at that time, even though he didn't show it on the surface.

He pointed the gun at Feng Zhannuo, "A killer will not allow others to point a pistol at him." He stood up, and opened the safety in a sound of exclamation, "Don't shoot yet, Ian Noy?"

"Do you want to die?" Feng Zhannuo's eyes turned cold, his reaction was faster than his thinking, he was indeed trained to be such a killer, he is the best, because he always reacts to danger the fastest.

Christopher Al-Qaeda was provoking his killing intent, which was his purpose, but the bullet was faster than Feston's stop, and shot at Old Al-Aider, a gunshot——

Everyone watched in astonishment as the gun in Christotti Kaida's hand fell to the ground, and the encapsulating woman narrowed her eyes slightly, "Kill you and make Fieston hate me? Is this what you want?"

"He doesn't hate you. One day you will hate him. I am the one who made you today. Can you forget the past? A ghost." Old Al-Kaida changed from his former depression, with that unpredictable expression just like Feng Zhannuo Saw it on Feston's face.

"Are you going to use your own death in exchange for me to forget the past? Or to keep Feston away from me?" There was a little more depth in the cold eyes.

"It's up to you, isn't it?" After all, it is the founder of Al-Qaeda, and even now, Al-Qaeda is Al-Qaeda.

Whether to let go, or to act as if nothing happened, Feng Zhannuo's eyes flickered, sometimes cold, sometimes peaceful, old Kaida looked at the result of his own hand, and to him, it seemed that there was no difference between life and death in the end .

Time seemed to stand still, and it seemed that even a slight gasp would break the illusion of calm. No one dared to breathe loudly, like a statue, watching all this.

Can it really be as if nothing happened? Feng Zhannuo slowly moved his eyes and finally turned to Fieston. He was not as worried as he expected, but he was not calm either. He seemed to have made a certain decision.

Feng Zhannuo didn't want to know what kind of decision it was, "Will you still tell me not to leave? Feston, you see, this is an unsolvable problem. I hate problems, I hate them very much. If I can, I will would kill him, but it involves you again."

He touched the gun in his hand, "I hate the feeling of being unable to shoot, I propose..."

"Enough!" The deep voice shook the smell of gunpowder in the air, and Feston didn't want to listen to him at all. "I have a hunch that I won't like your proposal."

He stood up, and everyone looked at him, saw his cold face, and saw him walking between Feng Zhannuo and old Kaida.

"That's it." Picking up the gun on the ground and unloading the magazine, he looked around, Greg, Wesley, George, Liz... Familiar faces, and finally Christopher Keida.

"This is the Al Qaeda Group, the legend of the business empire." Feston sneered, standing in the middle, his shadow was stretched by the sunlight that shone into the living room, and the iconic gray eyes of the Al Qaeda family were like cold metal .

"It's just something piled up with corpses." No one thought that Feston would still be in the mood to smoke at this time. He took out the lighter from Feng Zhannuo's pocket, and took the gun in his hand, "Enough is enough, here, no one can use it."

"No one can use it." Bullets fell on the carpet like marbles, and Feston threw away the empty gun in his hand.

"Then what do you want me to do?" Feng Zhannuo suddenly smiled, "You know, I can kill people without a gun."

"Are you really going to do that?!" Feston approached him, "I know better than anyone what this so-called organization has made you go through, but the fact of who I am cannot be changed, you want to kill him , and then we act as if we have never met?!"

He closed his eyes slightly, "It's not that simple."

"We've met each other, I've seen your scars, I've heard your stories, I've hugged you, I've kissed you, we've cooked dinner, we've drank, we've talked, we've had marksmanship, I know your Proud, understand your pain, understand your passion better than anyone..."

The eagle eyes respected the figure in sight for a second, "You almost slipped away from me like a slippery fish several times. After I paid so much, now, why do you think you can leave whenever you want?"

"Why do you think that if you want to end all this, you can end it?" Staring at him fiercely, Feston's tight jaw moved, and a wave surged in his eyes like an ocean wave.

"It's not up to you, Feng Zhannuo!"

For the first time, Feston called his name in front of people. He stood in the lobby of the house and called his name loudly.The scorching eyes seemed to burn the two spots of cold gray in his eye sockets, he questioned his "suggestion", even though he hadn't said it yet.

Feng Zhannuo wanted to laugh, but he did too. He laughed heartily and covered his forehead with his back, his finger that lost his fingerprints slid across the air, "You know, if it wasn't for you, the matter would not be so complicated, I just need to move my fingers, and I can solve all problems."

"Our troubles are always very similar, aren't we? If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be facing the current situation. My family and my lover—" Feston never hesitated to admit that his loved one is a killer, he always He admitted everything so frankly.

"I have to admit that this is the first time I don't know what to do to achieve the best result, maybe there is no such result at all." The conversation between him and Feng Zhannuo was a bit of a distraction, but he didn't care about it.

"I just know that I won't let you leave me, even if you kill him, I still won't let you leave me." He looked at him, just like at the beginning, as if he would be put in a prison, and then Give him a kiss through the bars.

"I'll never let you go, but I'll always remember..."

"You will always remember that I killed your father." Sighing regretfully, Feng Zhannuo used another perspective to evaluate Feston. If it wasn't for this kind of relationship, if it was a pure enemy, no, he didn't want to have such a relationship. An opponent like Feston.

And the truth is, if it had never happened, if they had always been just enemies, if Fiston hadn't been the son of Christopher Al-Qaeda... as long as any of these assumptions were true, there would be no problem at hand.

Looking at each other again, scenes from the past emerged in front of my eyes. Will the relationship that started with chasing and fleeing end today?

"What an ironic reality, what should I choose, is to live or die?" With a sneering smile, the killer recited, as if he was singing Shakespeare's lines.

He saw everyone in the living room, these people with different expressions, or people who were anxious or full of worry. From some angles, everyone here is a murderer, and everyone here has committed crimes. Power, created today's "ghost".

Smiling coldly, shrugging his shoulders chicly, he drew out another gun on his waist, and the black metal threw a beautiful parabola, and he turned and went out without looking back.

Walking out of the gorgeous but old mansion, the back of the ghost came to the door, like a gust of wind, as if it was about to disappear in the sun.

Fieston's eyes were deep, and he made a decision almost immediately. He looked back at the silent Christopher Kaida, "Goodbye, father."

Looking around the whole house, all the past is recorded here, short childhood memories, Feston turned around without too much hesitation, his steady and firm footsteps, tall figure, neither showed any more anger towards Old Al Qaeda , and there was no trace of verbal blame.

He just turned around, walked away, and chased what was most important to him, not wanting to waste time on the past.

The ghost went away like this, and Fieston went away like this. Liz caught up with him a few steps and wanted to call him, but was stopped by the old Al Qaeda, "Let him go, we all know the result."

"Is there no way to save it? Cousin Feston didn't make a statement, as long as Ian can forgive..." Greg looked at the two figures in front of the door, and heard the old Al-Qaeda's tone, "It's useless, he's gone. You are wrong about Greg, it’s not that he didn’t make a statement, this is his clearest statement, haven’t you understood it yet?”

Christopher Al Qaeda walked to the window, his face shrouded in the shadow of the curtain seemed to have aged several years instantly, "This is punishment for me, although he has served in the FBI, he is a member of the Al Qaeda family after all, and he is proud and proud in his bones." Cold."

"He can't tolerate this mistake." Through the glass window, in the sunlight, how dazzling those two young people are, "He will never come back again."

In Old Al Qaeda's erratic tone, following his gaze, everyone looked out the window.

Felston caught up with the gust of wind and held him tight.

"For you, I won't kill him." Before Feng Zhannuo went far, there was still a cold light in his long and narrow eyes, and he raised his eyebrows, "But it doesn't mean that I can pretend that nothing happened, and you are still you. "

"I'm still me, nothing has changed, are you willing to let me go?" Without caring about his reaction at all, Feston's fingers gently stroked the back of his neck, "Could it be that because I am my father's son, you won't let me go?" Love me? When I was the FBI, weren't you just as irresistible?"

"Faston Kaida!" Feng Zhannuo raised his hand to grab his throat.

Feston tightened his fingers on the back of his neck, and pulled him in front of him without any room, "Yes, my name is Feston Kaida! I am the son of Christopher Kaida! This cannot be changed !"

Regardless of Feng Zhannuo's threatening movements, Feston grabbed his hair and forced him to raise his head. He bit his lips, sucked his neck, and pressed his back hard, so that there was no trace of their bodies. void.

"But I can't change my feelings for you, I love you - Feng Zhannuo -" he whispered in his ear.