Love Killer

The glare of the light, in the unshaded desert area, the sun is showing off its vicious heat, at the edge of the desert, at the end of July, the weather in Las Vegas is unbearably hot, the two of them were already wet after walking a few steps through.

Before leaving their positions, they looked left and right, but in the absence of a reference point, it didn't seem to make a difference which direction.

"The best option for anyone in this situation is to wait for help," Feston said as they walked slowly.

"But we can't wait that long, can we? Your people will go to Greg first. You gave the coordinates, but with the influence of wind speed, it will take a little time for the search and rescue team to find him." He took out his sunglasses from his coat pocket and re- Put it on, leisurely like a vacation.

"You're right, it takes time." Walking up the slope from the flat ground, Feston glanced back at him and stood still, "But we don't have time. When we find Greg, when the sun goes down, we will be in the desert after nightfall." It is too difficult to search and rescue in the desert, we have to wait until the next day, or go out of the desert by ourselves."

At a glance, there is no edge around them. This place has already exceeded the semi-desert area. They are now deep into the desert, a desert without human habitation.

"It's hard to go out. No one dares to say that they understand the desert. We can only find a place to wait." The brown hair reflects soft light under the light, but the eyes are sharp, like knives, "but Not here, which is often referred to as the death zone."

Dryness, high temperature, lack of water, loss of physical strength, whoever goes to the desert is just a part of nature, and will appreciate its power. Those who are unlucky will pay with their lives.

They must find a place with water and resources, rest and recuperate, and wait for the search and rescue team.

Feng Zhannuo, under the laid-back surface, is cautious and cautious without any mistakes. In the death zone, with a person who was hostile just a moment ago... this holiday is not easy, Feston expected The idea of ​​this killer is the same as him.

"You should have also discovered that we have to cooperate in this situation. Before that, I have something to ask you." Getting the questioning look, Felston's face was clouded, "When did Greg contacted you?"

"Is this sentence worried that I will spoil your cousin?" With a hooked smile, he took two steps forward, caught off guard, Fieston was knocked down by a punch, Feng Zhannuo moved his punching right hand, and said coldly: "This is for you on the plane."

"Now I can answer your question." Watching Feston stand up again, he took off his coat, "Not long after you left my room, Greg came to me, a man who was about to be hunted The target dared to find me, should I say that the people of Al-Qaeda Group are really courageous, or that Greg is not simple?"

"But don't worry, I'm still talking about credibility. The transaction is over. I also hope that he is alive. He still owes me cash." Tens of millions is not a small amount. With his coat hooked on his shoulders, Feng Zhannuo behaved so calmly towards the murder .

"Marberry betrayed you, so you killed her, if not, you would have killed Greg?" Feston wanted to know the answer.

Killing Greg, the delicate balance between him and him will be broken. Although they both regard each other as rivals, some ambiguous atmosphere has fermented between them at some point, Feng Zhannuo knows, As long as Greg dies, Feston will arrest him at all costs, and he, before that, must pull the trigger on him mercilessly.

Feston's gaze was fixed on him, and the lenses that hid his gray eyes also covered the cold light below. If Feng Zhannuo dared to say "yes", he would kill the killer right now.

Not wanting to answer, Feng Zhannuo looked at him for a while, "No if, if you want to make a move, why don't we do it right now." He threw his jacket into the sand, his face darkened, "It's better than that." Find a way out of this ghostly place, and you have to avoid being stabbed from behind!"

"If I want to catch you, I won't come from behind!" Feston seemed to be offended by this sentence, "You are an opponent I respect, don't compare yourself with other criminals, remember, I have never treated you like this My suspect-"

Click, the muzzle of the loaded gun was aimed at the forehead, and a kiss fell at the same time, Feston dragged him to the front, the sweaty chest, the lips collided, the cheeks were touching, the salty taste of sweat and the strong aggression Meaning, Feng Zhannuo suspected Feston's serious inconsistency and looked well-dressed, but it seemed that this was not the first time he had put a gun to his head and kissed him.

He was hot-headed under the sun, and he grabbed Feston's collar, and the kiss moved from his lips to his face and neck, suddenly like two animals in heat, he rubbed his wrist, together with the muzzle, as if it was Feston part of ton.

The air gradually warmed up, and the hand holding the gun shifted its place, tightly attached to his back, moved downstream and pinched his buttocks and pressed them to the center. Feng Zhannuo couldn't stand on one foot, and they fell into the sand pile together.

I don't know what caused the high fever on my body, and the heartbeat was rapid. Under such harsh conditions, the sweat and sticky touch on the skin made people feel uncomfortable. I realized that it is really inappropriate to take any further actions under the high temperature. The two Soon they parted.

In the strange silence, Feng Zhannuo licked his dry lips, "I saw that woman fired a shot, how are you?"

He meant Marbury, and Feston shook his head, "A little bruise, not worse than yours, I thought I shot you." He turned to look at him with a staring look that almost made people want to avoid it.

Feng Zhannuo looked into his eyes for a long time, "Unfortunately, no." Pulling off the shirt, there was a burn mark on it, the bullet mark that grazed his shoulder, compared with the marks left by other wounds on his body, it was nothing at all. Not worth mentioning.

A hand fell on his shoulder, and touched around the wound, as if to see if it was all right as he said, "Very well, if your injury is too serious, it will reduce our chances of survival."

After a long time, I didn't worry about him, "Hey, you are indeed Caesar." I don't know if this sentence is a compliment or a mockery.

Feng Zhannuo stood up from the ground, Feston tore off the hem of his shirt, pulled him in front of him, and began to wrap it around his shoulders, "Caesar is also a human being."

Feng Zhannuo was startled, but Fieston didn't show any special expression. He continued his movements carefully, wrapping the torn cloth strips evenly around his shoulders, "If you are a human being, you will have feelings. I don't want to look at me. My cousin was killed by you, and I don’t want you to die at my gunpoint, understand? You should be formally arrested by me.”

The ghost remained silent in the wind and sand. Does Feston mean that he has feelings for him?

Feng Zhannuo understood, but he would not be happy because of it, "Officially arrested? Are you dreaming? Feston, you know our relationship, I may sleep with you, but I know myself, even if it is I'll be holding a gun then too."

The sand in the hair is shining golden, like the light in his eyes, "You are an FBI, and who am I? A ghost, who can guarantee that your set is not some arrest plan? If you are interested in me, Like me to you, then maybe we can have something else, but don't mention any feelings."

His face gradually turned cold. Feston had just finished bandaging him. He pressed the wound hard and punched Feng Zhannuo in the abdomen when he breathed in. "If I want to catch you, I should handcuff you to the bed in the hotel room." , not only can do everything I want, but can also destroy your plans!"

"Then why didn't you do that?" Bending down, his head hit Fieston's jaw, pushing him to the ground in a counterattack, and the man who stood up again wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, "What about you?" Can we use some special methods? Without solid evidence, I will not carry out meaningless arrests."

"You want to see if I really dare to kill Greg." He smiled, and the suspicion in his heart gradually surfaced.

"Testing my limits, and my reaction to your words, you're doing it, Feston, and I'm really getting more and more suspicious that this is part of your plan. You want a killer to be a government agent. And to change himself, I have to admit, this plan is not bad based on your conditions."

The possibilities continued to expand, the sun above his head was still so dazzling and hot, but the coldness on his body gradually deepened. He asked himself why he only thought of it now, and the answer shocked him.

"Since you don't care about feelings or not, are you afraid of being tricked by me? Feng Zhannuo—" The name Fengshazhong spread far and wide, echoing constantly, and when Feston read these words, his pronunciation was surprisingly standard.

"Why are you so worried?" He looked at him with a complicated expression.

What Feston knew was that the people in front of him had become his hindrance.

As the head of the FBI's special operations team, he must be responsible for the safety of the team members, and even Greg's life. In order to ensure the success of this operation, he should have detained him in the hotel room. No matter what the evidence is.

But he took a huge risk, just to prove that this killer still has humanity, to prove that he did not misunderstand this "ghost", he is indeed a respectable opponent, and now he knows how suspicious this man is .

The whistling sound came from far and near, and suddenly a gust of wind and sand rolled up. They quickly closed their eyes and raised their arms to cover them.

Sweat drenched their bodies, and the two of them remembered their current situation. Feng Zhannuo waved his hand and sighed, "Don't discuss this kind of thing with me now, let's think about how to go back alive." Will to survive overriding.