Love Killer

Throat was choked, Fieston's voice was hoarse and difficult, Feng Zhannuo let go of his hand, took a deep look at him, and suddenly kissed him heavily, Fieston also loosened his grip on him, holding his hair tightly Pressing his head tightly, deepened the kiss.

There are few sweet words of love between them, they both tend to show it in action, which also makes every opening have an extraordinary weight.

Any assumptions are meaningless at this point, if he is not Feston Al Qaeda, who else?

The intense and familiar breath rolled up all the memories, this kiss seemed to be burning fiercely, and all the past together was boiling in my mind.

If he wasn't Feston Kaida, if he wasn't Feng Zhannuo, maybe they wouldn't have met at all.

Letting go, Feng Zhannuo suddenly backed away, panting, "I asked myself, what's the benefit of killing Christopher Al-Qaeda."

"What's the answer?" Having seen the choice, Feston pressed his forehead.

"You say you won't let go, but this fact will be like a thorn on a thorn, we will all be tortured by it, our relationship will be painful, love is enough, I don't want to bear another hatred."

He took a deep breath, and suddenly said briskly, "And I have already abducted you from the FBI, give up here..."

"Are you willing?" Feston's fingers rubbed the back of his neck.

"It's hard." How could you be willing to just give up?

The sun was shining on his hair, and it was faintly golden. He curled the corner of his mouth with a half-smile, "I let him live, but the father is still in debt, and you have to pay me for my whole life, Feston."

Feston's eyes were burning like a torch, "Can you really let go? Let me tell you, I won't let you have a chance to regret it."

"It's just some adult past," he looked up, and the warm sun shone on his face, "The wounds on my body have healed, I don't want to look back, remember, I told you, there are many things I've forgotten it all."

No matter what you have experienced, what you have felt, what you have been afraid of, everything, until today, those scars on your body have been exchanged for a word of forgetting, whether it is true forgetting or natural free and easy, Ghost Ian is always a person who looks forward.

I still vaguely remember the casual tone when he talked about the beauty of the killer, that was him, and he never changed.

Behind it is the luxurious old house, marking the origin of the Al-Qaeda business empire. Fieston stood there, looked at him and smiled. His deep smile seemed to be able to absorb the heat of the sun. His gray eagle eyes Also stained with a touch of golden light.

He held out his hand to him, "Let's go, let's go home."

Feng Zhannuo looked at him for a while, then walked up leisurely, Washington, the clear sky, but this is not where they belong.

In the afternoon, through the glass window, in the old al-Qaeda house under the sun, a group of people stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows. The two people in sight walked away side by side. The hand holding the gun held Fieston's palm, and they both left No one looked back.

Feng Zhannuo chuckled, narrowing his eyes slyly, "Abducting you is the greatest revenge against that al-Qaeda, what else do you think I need to do?"

"It seems that I should say sorry to you, and thank you, but I don't want to say any of these words." Feston's hand never let go of him, and he kissed his fingers, "I said we were destined to be together , I think I'm right."

"This kind of origin can also be explained as destiny?" Feng Zhannuo snorted disapprovingly, "Okay, let me see another old guy first, and hope he doesn't die too soon."

Bob was still in the hospital and was hit by a lizard. The operation should be over by now. Even though Feng Zhannuo said he was indifferent, Bob is Bob after all. Even if everything he did to him was for atonement, he couldn’t To cover up the fact that he did help him.

"I'm a person with clear grievances and grievances." As if to explain his behavior, Feng Zhannuo looked out the window, and Feston grabbed his shoulders and let him lean on himself, "You are already very tired."

Mental fatigue was worse than physical fatigue, Feng Zhannuo closed his eyes, "Call me when we arrive."

The car was driving all the way, when Feston thought he was asleep, the person leaning on his shoulder suddenly became cold-blooded, "Actually, I don't hate your father as much as you think. The organization really made me go through a lot, but it taught me A lot of it is also true..."

His head moved, his lips touched Fieston's ear, and his warm breath seemed to be some kind of provocation, "Especially when I meet your opponent."

When he decided to choose to let Christopher Keida go, everything passed, but it didn't pass for Feston.

"Are you comforting me?" Feston turned his face, grabbed his chin, pressed against his lips, and rubbed gently, "Let's forget about it, don't worry about it, I only want your present and future .”

The words spoken against the lips were vague but full of magnetism, Feston drew the corners of his mouth, Feng Zhannuo bit the tip of his tongue and let it go.

"Great idea." Regardless of the fact that he was in someone else's car, he held Feston's head tightly. Nothing is more important than the people around him. This feeling became stronger after he learned all the truth. This is true for Yan, and it is even more true for Feston.

When he arrived at the hospital, he didn't pay attention to the driver's expression, Fieston paid the money calmly, straightened the coat messed up in the hot kiss, Feng Zhannuo got out of the car and asked the nurse first, as if he didn't realize it at all What effect would the appearance of my untidy collar and disheveled hair have on female nurses?

After the nurse checked the records absently for a few minutes, he finally got an answer. The patient woke up shortly after the operation and was monitored by the police, and no one could see him.

"What happened?" Feston stepped up and asked, and he was also puzzled. "The police came shortly after Bob made a call. He is now a suspect in an important case."

"The white ghost knows Bob, they used to work together, he is afraid that the white ghost will tell the past, the devil who takes pleasure in torturing others will be happy to do so, and he will show in front of your face how he taught those orphanages. Child." A voice suddenly came from the corner, it was Lizard.

He was the one who did something to Bob, but he appeared here, and there seemed to be something that neither Feston nor Feng Zhannuo knew about.

"What Bob was afraid of has already happened. It wasn't the white ghost who revealed the truth. It was he himself who told everything. I met him before he was put into custody. He found me." The lizard explained to them.

"He wants me to tell you that he has surrendered himself." When hearing what Li Lizard said, both Feng Zhannuo and Fieston were slightly taken aback.

"In the future, he will be the murderer that both the FBI and the CIA will arrest. That old man Wendy, as well as the corpses in her home, including the death of the CIA agent, and all the deaths, he is the murderer." Looking at the ward at the end of the corridor, Lizard Say nothing emotionally.

Feng Zhannuo raised his eyes sharply. There are no words to describe his mood at the moment. He has complicated feelings for Bob. He is a trustworthy friend, but in the end he found out that he was also the one who brought him into this dark world.

But now, Bob surrendered himself, and he chose to replace him, ending the pursuit of the CIA and FBI.

Feston looked at the lizard, "He came to you because you deliberately missed the heart." As a bystander of that shot, Feston knew the strength of the lizard, and more importantly, Bob was still alive.

When he said that, the lizard snorted coldly and didn't answer, "My words have been delivered, so I'm leaving."

Neither Feng Zhannuo nor Feston stopped them. The fact that Bob pleaded guilty and surrendered was still shocking. Lizard walked a few steps, turned around without a trace, and snorted coldly when he saw the two people looking at each other in the corridor. With a groan, he would never admit to ever having the feeling of wanting to get closer and know someone, whatever that feeling meant.

All he could believe was the gun and bullets. After touching the cold metal on his waist, the lizard disappeared into the crowd.

"Even if Bob turns himself in, both the CIA and the FBI know who the real murderer is." In the aisle, Feng Zhannuo clenched his fist, and Bob came out of the ward in his vision. He was just standing at the door, and there were more than five others. police guarded.

He looked at him from afar, as if he didn't mind the fact that he was going to jail at all, and smiled at him, it was the old drunkard's shrewd smile, but with a little bit of melancholy and emotion.

Everything was revealed, and it was the only thing he could do.

Bob only showed up for a moment before he was taken back to the ward. Based on his charges, he will be closely monitored the whole time. Feng Zhannuo stood there quietly, "He wants me to use him to get rid of the crime, he thinks This will make up for the mistakes."

"Why not do what he wants, if it makes him feel better. The CIA and FBI's arrests are not a big problem for them. As long as they leave the United States, they can go anywhere. Bob may not know it, But he still chose this path.

"It's just to make him feel better!" Feng Zhannuo shook his head, not wanting to accept Bob's "kindness", so Feston patted him on the shoulder, "Let's go out first."

He knew he would take it, he made the right choice, always has.

After leaving the hospital, Feng Zhannuo calmed down quickly. When they returned to the residence, he sighed and chuckled, "I thought about it, why not, I will go to the CIA, I will tell them, and I will come back later." And no ghosts."

If ghosts no longer exist, as long as they no longer threaten the interests of themselves and the country, the CIA will not have so much time to care about who is caught in the end. The international intelligence organization Hecate has already given them a headache.

So in the end, they accepted Bob's kindness.

Not for himself, but to some extent for Bob, although Feng Zhannuo did not explain why he accepted it, even though it is not so difficult for a person who exists like a ghost to escape.

As for the Al Qaeda Group, Feston has already stated that he has given up all inheritance rights since he gave up his equity. The old Al Qaeda tried to do something. He sent a directory, which recorded the name of Feng Zhannuo when he was in the orphanage. Ian Noy, and many other orphans are also recorded.

It is said that the original document has been burned, and the old al-Qaeda wanted to destroy all the evidence, but now, it seems that there is no need to hide it anymore. Relying on some people's memories and scattered records, he integrated these materials and sent them to I'm Feston.

"There's no need to read these things." Unexpectedly, when Feston was researching the materials, Feng Zhannuo took away the things in his hand, flipped through a few pages, remained silent for a moment, and lit them.

"You don't want to know your own life experience?" Seeing the ashes in the fire, Feng Zhannuo shrugged slightly when he heard Feston's words, "What if you know, so what if you don't know, I am already me."

"I'm Feng Zhannuo, I know who I am and what I want." Stepping on the floor with bare feet, he leaned towards Feston, smiled indifferently, and kissed his neck, "I just want you. "

"Then find our future." Feston hugged him, with a lot of meaning in his smile.

A few days later, at the Chicago airport, a handsome man with luggage and sunglasses appeared in the crowd.

He seemed to be waiting for someone, but he didn't look at the time, but flipped through the map leisurely, looking at it casually, as if he might board a flight and fly straight there at any time, where he wanted a glass of whiskey.

Outstanding people are the focus of attention wherever they are. When people are guessing what kind of glamorous beauty will appear in a while, another tall and straight figure walks from the crowd, showing a firm and steady look. Lines, vaguely have a special sense of majesty, handsome and powerful.

He held two cups of coffee in his hand, and when they kissed each other's lips lightly, there seemed to be countless heartbreaking sounds around them.

"Your." Passing the alcoholic Irish coffee to Feng Zhannuo, Feston answered the phone just now, "Jonathan has resigned, and he said that he has found a replacement. It is said that he is still young and has just entered the police force. It will take time to hone in, but it has potential and is worth watching."

"Really?" Feng Zhannuo answered casually, took a big sip of coffee, and asked with a smile, "Have you thought about where to go?"

"The mountain tops in Switzerland, the beaches in Hawaii, whatever you want." Feston raised his eyebrows, and in his smile he remembered the places he had mentioned at that time, "Don't forget, there are also Venice, Barcelona, ​​Potsdam, Vienna ..."

"That's right, there are Venice, Barcelona, ​​Potsdam, Vienna." After taking the luggage, Feston stretched out his hand, which seems to have become his habit recently.

Feng Zhannuo raised his eyebrows, "Afraid of me slipping away?" He held Fieston's hand, "Then don't let go."

"Never." Fingers intertwined, Feston turned his head, the deep eyes...Damn it!Feng Zhannuo stopped.

In the airport where people come and go, two people stopped, and the kiss with raised eyebrows seemed to leave the whole world behind.

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