Love Killer

"Is this considered a vacation? I think it's because you want to find a chance to practice your skills." Hearing the voice behind him, Feng Zhannuo shrugged, "Isn't a vacation just about doing what you want to do?"

I moved my finger, and the human-shaped target hundreds of yards away shot through with a sound, and the bullet holes in the eyebrows and heart were densely arranged, erected like a sieve.

The man who fired the shot squinted his eyes and looked at his results, and the sound of clapping and admiration immediately sounded around him, "Instructor Noy, teach us how to learn your marksmanship!"

"Yeah! Come on, tell me what's the trick!"

In 2003, Switzerland.

There is a mountain villa with a very considerable area between the mountains. It is said that after the Second World War, a very influential person bought the place and converted the villa into a well-equipped SP training institution. .

This is a place to train world-class bodyguards. The SP personnel who specialize in protecting dignitaries are all elites recruited from all over the world. After further training, they are indispensable security shields for dignitaries and celebrities.

If we want to talk about how a former killer got here and became a temporary instructor again, we have to start from a few days ago.

Although Feston left his post, he still has many contacts in the police circle, including some colleagues who joined other agencies after leaving the FBI.

The FBI, the name Caesar is now well known to everyone. I heard that Feston Al Qaeda has left the FBI. There have been many phone calls asking him about his next plan. It is obvious that he is concerned, but the fact is that Ultimately, the board tried to win him over to some other institution.

For example, the training base in this villa, if Feng Zhannuo just said that he wanted to take a break, heard about this invitation, and expressed his interest, Feston would probably not agree to come here for vacation, you must know that the current person in charge of the villa The guy, Grey Matt, spent a full year trying to get in touch with him, but unfortunately the final answer was always a NO without ups and downs.

Just imagine that many years later, he remembered this matter again, and asked again tentatively. He was not hopeful at first, but he did not expect the answer to be "I can think about it if it is only a few days." At that moment, Gremat suspected that he must be hallucinating. listened.

In spring, the weather in Switzerland is pleasant during the day, and the shooting range is covered with green grass. The man everyone calls Noy is wearing a casual gray and black striped shirt, and is skillfully playing with the gun in his hand. Cold, vaguely aware of the inaccessible threat, but as long as he smiles, he becomes very charming.

Gremat thought that if there were women here, they would definitely be unable to resist this kind of smile. Fortunately, there were no women here. Thinking of this, he couldn't help secretly rejoicing, because he was the only person here who knew the true identity of this man.

One person was invited, but two came. This was already expected by Grey Matt, but he was still a little surprised that the rumored "killer" turned out to be such a handsome man.

"It's your turn." Handing the gun to Feston who came up, Feng Zhannuo raised his eyebrows at him in the crowd, and raised the corners of his mouth as if provocative, "I'm just accompanying, it's your job to teach them responsibility."

"Excuses." Fieston pinched his fingers when he took the gun, "You just don't want to say too much to them."

"What are you talking about? Could it be that if you want to become like me, you have to kill a few more people?" Feng Zhannuo replied with a light smile. Feng Zhannuo stood side by side with him, the back of his hand touched each other, and his fingers intertwined subconsciously during the low-pitched conversation. He didn't care about it. No one saw the little tricks, and Feston obviously didn't either.

He held his fingers, which smelled of gunpowder, "They can't learn your marksmanship, and there's no need to learn it. Those who know it will naturally understand the knack of using a gun sooner or later.

This year, a man who was once called a ghost is over 30 years old, and he has reached the period of fully showing his masculine demeanor. The mature man's introvertedness and his own wandering soul characteristics are perfectly integrated, and he does not need to be publicized or deliberately revealed. Great charisma.

He was already a conspicuous person, so conspicuous that he was not suitable for the job of a killer, "It's up to you next." He smiled, and Feston watched him walk into the crowd. The restless atmosphere seemed to be less, and he was no longer like an elusive wind.

But this did not satisfy Feston. There are still many variables in the future, and he will spend his whole life holding on to this gust of wind.

"If I win, I will ask you for a prize." In a loose black cotton shirt with the sleeves rolled up, Feston raised his gun, his slightly closed gray eyes looked at the target that had not been withdrawn, the sharp eyes Feng Zhannuo had a premonition.

Feston is going to play for real, and he looks forward to the result with interest.

After several gunshots, there was not a bullet hole in the used target. It turned out that the bullet passed through the original bullet hole. Feston put down the gun and waited for someone to bring up the target. Bullet holes, they all seem to have been burnt and become bigger, and the temperature left by the bullet can still be felt.

"Is this the proof that you won?" The surrounding exclamations were enthusiastic, Feng Zhannuo pointed at it, and a sly light flashed in his smile, "Okay, I admit that you won, and the reward for you is you to be the commentator clerk, remember to tell them how you did it."

"Teach your students well, Instructor Fieston." He patted Fieston on the shoulder, turned around and left gracefully, and stretched himself, "I'm going to take a bath."

"Come back to me." The arms that came from behind clasped his neck and brought him back, "You are the one who promised to come, don't just slip away like this."

The hand holding the throat was quick and strong. Before the students who thought they were going to demonstrate some fighting skills had time to applaud, they found that the tight force turned into a light hug. Feston pressed against his face, and the tip of his nose rubbed against his ear. "Just wait for me here and take a bath together? I'll give you a massage at night."

Feng Zhannuo considered for half a second, "Deal."

He patted Feston's side face lightly, as if he didn't see the expressions of other people.

Over the years, Feston has become more and more aware of how to coordinate with his wishes. The exchange includes massages, a big lunch, a trip that they are all interested in, a movie...

It is worth mentioning that Feston's massage skills are getting better and better under the high demands of someone.

This is not the only thing that has changed. As he grows older, the gray eyes are deeper, and the outline of the figure is more obvious. Learning how to be a conductor is alienating and awe-inspiring, especially when he's not speaking.

But that is in the eyes of others. To Feng Zhannuo, Feston has not changed, he is still like a stable rock, like a piece of iron that can be cold or hot.

The trainees have all been trained. Of course, protecting important people requires keen observation skills in order to prevent danger in advance. Only then can they understand the relationship between the two new temporary instructors. They come from all over the world. They have seen All kinds of people, all kinds of feelings, don't feel too surprised.

What's strange is that they have such amazing marksmanship at the same time.

Feston quickly satisfied their curiosity, but he used the method of teaching and reprimanding. He stayed at the Quantico US Marine Corps Base in Virginia, where senior agents and spies were trained. Being an instructor is no stranger.

The trainees quickly lost their interest in being curious, and after a few 10 minutes, they made a big leap—from calling them "instructors" to collectively giving Feston the title of "devil instructor".

"The equipment here is the best. You have everything you need in the place where you live. What must be mentioned is our newly installed hot spring system. The hot spring is imported from the mountains. It is a man-made pool, but the water in it is It’s purely natural, and it’s definitely good for relaxing muscles.” On the day they first arrived, Grey Matt gave a comprehensive introduction to this place, and praised their newly built hot spring bath.

Feng Zhannuo never refuses pleasures, especially pleasures that are beneficial to the body. He likes the feeling of taking a shower after sweating profusely and then soaking in the bathtub.

It was already afternoon when he came back from the shooting range, and there were still two or three hours before dinner. After taking a bath and soaking in the bathtub, he closed his eyes and let out a breath. The water vapor, the water is just below the chest, and this bath is about half the size of a swimming pool, more than a dozen people can go in at the same time, Gremat's sincerity is evident.

With a towel around his waist and not yet in the water, Feston squatted on it, stuffed a green olive into his mouth, and handed him another glass of wine. Looking at it from this angle, a mysterious smile emerged from the corner of Feng Zhannuo's mouth, Use your fingers to slightly open the bath towel, "I saw everything."

"I won't ask you what you saw." After kissing his hand with water drops, Feston held a square wine glass in one hand, untied the bath towel around his waist with the other, and went down into the water, with the tip of his nose touching the tip of his nose. , "Would you like to see more clearly?" His low voice was barely visible in the water vapor.

Feng Zhannuo touched his back, "What do you think?" After taking a sip of the wine, he put down the glass and nibbled on Feston's lower lip.

The lips of the two were slightly heated in the steam of the hot spring, and Feston tasted the taste of the olive in his mouth, the slightly bitter and inexplicably sweet juice, together with the fragrance of alcohol.