Love Killer

Jonathan Webb, anyone who sees him will say he's big, muscular, he has a bodybuilder look that always makes people forget that he also has moments of thinking, as if a man with big limbs must have a bad brain It seems that he is deeply troubled by this.

People who know him call him Jonathan. His popularity has always been very good. Even a stranger can call each other brothers and sisters in a short period of time. He used to work in the FBI and had a deep understanding of violent crimes. He He is very close to the gang, and he has many informants... He used to be a competent federal agent.

Of course he is not anymore, and it has been difficult for him to define his identity in the past ten years. Is he a special investigator?private detective?Intelligence member?terrorist?Behind the scenes hero?Still an errand runner?

Seriously thinking with a coffee cup in his hand, Jonathan suddenly found it difficult to define his career. In recent years, he seems to have done everything, intimidating, threatening, and abusing guns... This is too bad. Don't you know how to describe it even worse?

In fact there are.

Turning his gaze, there was a familiar face in front of him. It was not Feston Al-Qaeda whom he called the boss, nor the other half of the boss, Ian Noy, but his partner for many years, Hans gloria.

Hans was his partner during the FBI. He is not tall and of medium build. Those tricks, those tricks used by scammers, he, like him, used to belong to a special team of the FBI.

Hans is very good at observing words and feelings, and he always plays with the pen in his hand habitually when thinking about things. His clean and tidy appearance will not make women scream loudly, but after getting along for a long time, it is easy to fall in love with his carefulness. One thing to mention is that he has blond hair, which is very striking, like a reflection of the sun in the early morning.

As if aware of his gaze, Hans raised his head from the document, and Jonathan immediately shifted his gaze away to avoid embarrassment caused by staring at each other.

The potted prickly pear on the window sill bloomed red flowers. The color of the flower was extremely strange. When he was looking at the potted flower unconsciously, Hans looked at him from the corner of his eye for a while, then bowed his head and returned it to his hand. on the file.

Jonathan took a sip of his coffee. This is what he said was the worst situation. It has been more than ten years. I don't know when it started.

Maybe, it started from that day, many years ago, they were in a bar that night, they hit on a beautiful woman together, but they were both drunk...

"Jonathan, where are the boss and the others? There is something wrong here." Facing the computer screen, Hans was looking at something intently. Jonathan came back to his senses, "Maybe he went out to buy something, I heard that he will go to Wales in a few days..."

"Maybe I won't be able to go, come and see." He tapped the screen with a pen, and Hans's seat turned to him. Jonathan just leaned over and smelled each other's breath, and the movements of both of them froze for a few seconds.

"Don't get so close, I'm not your girlfriend." Hans coughed lightly, stepped back a little, and heard Jonathan answer jokingly, "It's fine, I won't make them sad again and again. "

Hans' eyes flashed, but he didn't answer.

It is difficult to stay in one place for too long these years, and this directly leads to certain consequences. No woman is willing to have a long-term relationship with a man far away from the other side of the world, so Jonathan is not young, and he is still unmarried, just like him And Hans, this may also be regarded as the sequelae of having such two bosses.

"Who will be sad?" Holding the various tools purchased, the owner of this temporary office heard the last words, and Feston Kaida put the things on the table.

Compared with the past, the current boss seems to be less intimidating than before, and he often jokes with him and Hans, although he still has a strict face when it comes to business.

Jonathan shook his head, "Boss, there is a situation here, a message from Hecate, Hans found out."

Feston took off his coat, was picked up by another man, and hung on the back of the chair, "What's the situation, tell me."

The footsteps are leisurely. The man behind Feston just now is called Ian Noy. If you tell others that he used to be a top-notch professional killer in the world, I don’t know if anyone will believe it. If you say that he abducted the FBI elite , The former killer and the police are now the best partners, and I don't know what other people will look like.

"Nilphi Gran." Hans only said one name, which seemed to explain everything.

Sure enough, the expressions of those two people changed a little immediately, "Someone is targeting him? Why?"

The source of the information is Hecate, the international intelligence organization, their old friend, and occasionally their opponent, but this did not destroy the friendship between the two of them. The root cause is that it was more than ten years ago that the current leader of Hecate Samantha can be said to have been watched by some people growing up.

"It seems that the kid has messed with someone he shouldn't have." After reading the encrypted email, Feston glanced at the person beside him, "Let's go?"

"Of course, how could I miss the opportunity to watch a movie." Touching his chin, Ian handed his coat to Fieston, "Pack up your luggage and check what time the flight is. We will leave tomorrow morning."

Destination, London, England.

"I'll book the ticket." Hans picked up the phone and left as soon as he said it. He's used to it. abroad.

Looking out the window, the sun is shining and there is a breeze. The weather in Spain is very good. They have been here for a few months, which is enough for them to enjoy the sun and the beach after work.

Ian is good at disguising. Although he has given up his job as a killer over the years, many of his habits have not changed. He still doesn't like to stay in one place for a long time, and he still loves freedom. He likes to travel around the world. This is also to a certain extent. Change the way another person lives.

Feston also used to stop between cities because of work, but he is more used to having a fixed residence. Since leaving the FBI, he has purchased properties in many countries. When someone is tired, they can always Find a place to rest.

Working under them for many years, it would be false to say that he is not envious. Hans used to have a hard time understanding what kind of feelings could bring such two almost opposite people together, but later he seemed to understand, but he was even more puzzled. What makes them so sure about the other is their choice.

But some things are unclear, there never seems to be any reason, maybe it's just a feeling.

They rented a spacious office in a small town in Spain. There is a large beach here, and the beach can be reached in a few steps. He looked into the distance by accident several times and saw two people walking by the beach. , Feston and Ian, they walked slowly on the beach one after the other.

It was morning, there was no romantic sunset, the sun had already risen, and the faint sunlight shone golden on the sand, and the sea breeze would mess up their clothes and hair, but they didn't seem to care, at Ian's laughing At that time, Feston brushed the hair on his forehead and looked at him as he did ten years ago.

Time has left marks on their faces, but from a distance, nothing seems to have changed. Sometimes they stop and talk to each other, maybe they are talking about work, or someone entrusted them to recapture a certain object recently. cheating antiques, or saving a child from being killed in an inheritance fight...

Of course, that antique could well have been listed in some national museum, and the kid would have had his own army, but it didn't matter, and then they could have been in France the next afternoon, or stood in Russia snowing under the sky.

Sometimes the journey is not short, it can be very long, sometimes they can't even talk on the plane, Hans still remembers how he felt at the time, he thought they were arguing, it didn't happen, but then he saw the blanket In the corner where others can't see, they always hold each other's hands and never let go.

At that moment, Hans suddenly had a feeling. Hans still remembered that he looked at Jonathan. Jonathan must have discovered the secret under the blanket and looked at him. The atmosphere was suddenly mysterious and awkward.

He had an abnormal close contact with Jonathan, and it was all due to alcohol. Looking back on the matter now, Hans didn't know how he should feel.

That night, I went to the bar to relax, and met a few more opposite sexes by the way. As a man, Hans couldn't deny that he also had desires. At the same time, with the care of his family, he also thought it was time to find someone to settle down.

But the absurd thing happened that night, he and Jonathan were both drunk, and there was a woman opposite them, not revealingly dressed, but very sexy, well-proportioned, and very attractive when she smiled, and they chose her at the same time, Then came the bad results...

Alcohol makes them hot, they both seem enthusiastic, she seems confused about their motives, but maybe instinct told her, or they acted more gentlemanly and reliable, she was happy to talk to them, she seemed to like Jonathan, but he didn't know why he didn't give up, but followed.

God, he actually pulled the woman away from Jonathan and kissed her, and of course Jonathan would not be happy, "Her kiss should be mine?!"

He screamed strangely, his face flushed after drunkenness, and he leaned over involuntarily, as if he wanted to take back the kiss that should belong to him—from his lips.

The moment their lips touched, they were all dumbfounded and woke up from the wine. The woman looked at them with a strange expression, she didn't know what to say, and walked away.

Then, only they were left outside the back door of the bar, body to body, mouth to mouth, eyes wide open, staring at each other.