Love Killer

The later days were very short, he didn't live in that house for too long, and he didn't have more opportunities to taste the dinner made by those two people together. Think about that scene. At this time, they will still be in the mood to cook at home, as if they have no sense of the storm that may come.

Thinking back carefully, maybe it was due to their self-confidence, or it was just out of some simple considerations, just to let someone experience more ordinary home life.

The more I recalled, the stronger the feeling left behind, as if it happened yesterday, Nelfie Grand couldn't help but take a long breath while sitting in the car, closed his eyes, and let himself immerse himself in the memory of his childhood. in memory.

In his memory, apart from his appearance, he also remembered that there was always a tense atmosphere around Ian, and he could feel it as long as he stayed for a long time.

It is unconscious, even if he stays quietly in one place, reading a newspaper or lying down to rest, he will always reveal a sense of tension, as if he will draw a gun anytime and anywhere, only when another person approaches His expression will be obviously relaxed only when the time comes, but of course this is not obvious.

Looking back now, he would understand from the picture in his memory that it was relaxation, and it was also a smile, but it was different.

As for Feston Al Qaeda, he also laughed a lot. The two were exchanging fighting skills in the living room. Seeing that Ian was obstructed by an obstacle he secretly placed and failed to react in time, he put his He pressed his hands back on the sofa, and when he heard Ian snort coldly, it was full of threats, but he laughed out loud.

After laughing, there was a kiss. He asked him to turn his head away, not to let him fight back. He held his face and kissed him forcefully, as if he wanted to disintegrate all the fighting spirit on his face, and dig out the cruel nature of those killers. Kiss to melt.

But the killer did not compromise on this, he always catered to him, responded with a stronger kiss, and when the restraint was relaxed a little, a beautiful side kick would catch people off guard, Feston raised his ankle and reversed , his whole body is like some kind of flexible animal, half kneeling on the ground after a roll, and then standing up calmly.

"Pretty." Slowly clapping his hands, Feston seemed to stop playing around, his eyes changed from admiration to concentration, "Do you want to play for real?"

"I've never played fake things." Moving his shoulders, the killer leaned halfway against the wall leisurely, Fieston raised his finger at him, showing sharp eyes, "Then come—see who has the last laugh." -"

With the sound of words, fierce attacks came one after another, making people tired of coping, but that was Ian after all, he took it, although it was not easy, the most difficult thing for them was not to defeat each other, but How to keep yourself from losing.

This is not a life-and-death fight, no one will die, which also makes them have to carefully choose the attack method, how to strike a balance in it, and finally this becomes a test, using various weird methods to test the opponent's adaptability , Those who cannot accept the move to protect themselves lose.

They tested each other and abandoned firearms. This was a pure fighting contest. As a result, the living room was messed up. The sofa cushions and coffee table were all overturned on the ground. It can be used like this, and it has such offensive power. It turns out that fruit knives can also be used as throwing knives... These are the biggest discoveries he made at that time when he was still young.

The car passed the ramp, and there was a bump, which also woke up Nelfie Gran, who was immersed in memories. When he regained his senses, the sky outside the car window had already fallen at dusk, and the streets on both sides were unfamiliar.

The car was still moving forward, and he soon discovered that they were heading to an unknown place.

"Morgan?" He called the exclusive driver in the front seat vigilantly, and suddenly realized that the other driver was not the Morgan he was familiar with. His malicious eyes reflected from the rearview mirror with a sharp cold light.

His heart sank, and he understood what was going on. Neilfei quickly responded, "It was Congressman Bird who asked you to kill me?!"

The other party's answer was also as he had guessed, and he did not overturn his guess, "I suggest you stay still, Mr. Nelfie Gran..."

Sensing the other party's killing intent, Neil Fei had no choice but to calm himself down. The car was still moving. If the other party wanted to kill him, there was no need to take him to such a remote place, but it could not be ruled out that it was for the convenience of dumping the corpse.

He was thinking about countermeasures in the back seat, and secretly took out his phone.

Recently, a report revealed that the incumbent member of the House of Commons Byrd used money to buy votes during the election and questioned the unfairness of the result. This report caused an uproar as soon as it appeared, because Byrd, who was born in the banking industry, did have the ability to do so, and did so There are not a few people.

Of course, this report was written by Neilfei, and it also made his name appear on the front pages of major newspapers. His background was dug out, and Bird would not be unaware that there was a minister in office behind him. The reason why he dared to do this was that he was confident that no one would track him down.

Neilfei and Byrd once refuted each other in front of other reporters. He still remembered that a flash of anger flushed on Bird's gloomy face, and he observed the "driver" in front of him without any trace. He already had a premonition of his last ending.

"Bird is asking you to hope that this matter will not implicate him. You are a professional killer." Neilfei said this, and the people in front of him sneered, "You are right, if you want to live a few more minutes, I wish you the best cooperation."

"Where are you going to kill me?" Neilfei suddenly felt absurd, "Do you know that my father is also a killer?"

When he said this suddenly, the other party was obviously surprised. At this moment, he punched the assassin hard on the back of the head with his fist. The car lost control and hit a building on the side of the road. When the gun was fired, the bullet embedded in the car seat a few inches behind Neilfei.

"You can't run away, Nelfie Gran." The killer got out of the car and chased after his target. In front of him was a cemetery, where he had prepared a final resting place for the target.

Neilfei was holding the phone. He knew he had to call the police or ask someone for help. Even though he had practiced his skills, he still didn't think he could compare with a real professional killer, let alone the other party had a gun.

This may also be the influence that person had on him. Ian Noye, the ghost killer who seemed to have become a shadow and disappeared into the world, was the one who let him know what the killer represented. If he didn't know anything, he would dare to Give it a go.

Can't help but smile wryly. Neil Fei ran forward desperately. When he saw the cemetery, he had just dialed the police number. It's not that he is too indulging in the memories, he should have found out that something is wrong.

The cemetery was bleak under the setting sun, and it became a little gloomy under the tense mood. He blamed himself for being distracted. Neilfei passed by the tombstones. He also saw a well-dug hole with a shovel stuck in it, knowing that the killer What had brought him here, he ran faster, hoping to get back to the road through the cemetery.

The footsteps behind him followed closely, and several times he even felt the bullets brushing past his head. In his haste, he tripped over a bouquet of flowers placed in front of the grave, and a voice suddenly sounded from above his head, "Long time no see, Neil is not a boy."

He raised his head in disbelief, and forgot to even stand up. The voice sounded like Chen Xiangshi, a little deeper than he remembered, with some smiles, melodious, brisk, as if he didn't care about anything, it was this The owner of the voice always lingers in my mind.

"Ian..." He opened his eyes wide and opened his mouth. He didn't know what to say, but he heard his own voice like a dream, "Ian! Is it really you?!"

"Who else could it be if it wasn't him." His thick voice was full of magnetism, and Feston Kaida was as calm as he remembered. He stood there with a calm attitude that seemed to be laughing at his fuss, shaking his head at him, asking He stood up.

They were right in front of his eyes, and Neilfei suddenly wondered if he was dazzled, or his memory was blurred by the fall.

Standing up slowly from the ground, his gaze followed, yes, these two people are still there, they are indeed right in front of his eyes, on the flat grass, the setting sun behind him casts golden-red light, the sky The sunset glow made everything in the field of vision red, and a tree was not far away, swaying with the wind, and they were standing under the tree.

"Am I... dreaming?" Neil Fei muttered to himself, forgetting the killer who was chasing after him. An inexplicable feeling suddenly surged up, and his eyes became inexplicably moist.