Love Killer

Feston had woken up a long time ago. If the people in front of him hadn't distracted most of his attention, he wouldn't have let the situation develop to the present, and he quickly sorted out his emotions, "We shouldn't stay here for so long, it will only make people We die earlier."

"I'm also sure that this is not a suitable place for chatting." Feng Zhannuo regained his usual cool and calm, and pointed at him, "Take off your coat, you will suffer from heat stroke."

Feston took a snapshot of what he said, taking off his coat, and coming from an air-conditioned room to this place is like going from a refrigerator to an oven. After some entanglement just now, they seem to have been watered by a bucket of water, and they are both inside and out. It's wet, which is bad, very bad.

Every breath in the throat felt like fire, the chest was filled with scorching air, the heartbeat accelerated, and the top of the head was hot from the sun.

How could two seasoned people make such a low-level mistake in such a critical situation, Feng Zhannuo was unwilling to think about it, but Fieston stepped forward, "We will talk about other things when we get back, we will go to you first Said source of water."

Putting his coat on his shoulders, he shook his head. After rolling in the sand just now, the fine sand in his hair fell down one after another. He did not have an unruly look, which was quite different from the usual impression given by his suit and leather shoes.

The bulletproof vest is a kind of burden here. It has been removed long ago. After suffering in the sand, it has been torn off again. The white shirt on Feiston's body has long been out of shape, but he looked around. The expression, the firm eyes looking into the distance, and the neat and free movements make it easy for people to trust him.

Is this the so-called charisma of a leader?Feng Zhannuo pointed to the distance based on his feeling, "Just follow our current direction, and we will find it." He moved his wrapped shoulders, and Feston's skills were not bad.

Feston was in front, walked a few steps, and then turned around when he thought of something, "Put on your clothes, direct exposure to the sun will cause your body temperature to overheat, accelerate dehydration, and you seem to have blushed," he said with his hand The pinched shirt was draped over his shoulders, "If I didn't make you blush, you'd better wear it."

"Is this a joke? Or are you flirting with me?" Raising his eyebrows, Feng Zhannuo slowly buttoned his shirt.

Sweat dripped from his forehead, and his chest was soaked. He took off his shirt just now to look at the wound. The shirt was light blue, light blue. After being exposed to the sun for a while, the red muscles showed healthy Glossy and elastic, Feston never took his eyes off it.

"Don't seduce me here." He approached suddenly and scratched his hair, this gesture was too intimate, Feng Zhannuo was taken aback, the sand fell from the hair, and Feston touched his face again , Wipe off the fine sand, "I mean it, don't seduce me, we should go."

The calm voice in his ears sounded very sensational, and when he walked away, Feng Zhannuo came back to his senses, hey, this Feston Kaida...

He walked over slowly and was aroused, "You still flirt with me? Do your team members know that you have this side? Why don't you put on a straight face and be your boss?"

"Don't you know that people have many facets?" After leaving this sentence, Feston took out a small knife from his pocket, "We need this now in case we can't find the water source."

He walked towards a clump of cacti, obviously he was not inexperienced in the desert, Feng Zhannuo looked at him from behind, people have many faces, this is true, he thought of the one that appeared in Feston's apartment The blond kid, who seemed to be called Will, he still remembered the fiery scene of the two of them in the living room.

From Feston's performance at the time, he should have known that this man had a clear distinction between public and private. He was calm and calm at work, and his iron-blooded coldness was comparable to that of Caesar, but he was also an ordinary person in private, and he was very protective of his relatives, such as Greg.

But he concealed his identity so that no one would know that he was a member of the Al-Qaeda Group. Whether it was for the protection of his family, or for a deeper reason, Feng Zhannuo had been thinking about this issue when replenishing water from the cactus .

"Greg is your cousin, so who was the last director of the group? Who was the founder of Al-Qaeda Group?" After packing up, they took a few things on the road, a small knife, and two for each of them. Gun, Feng Zhannuo found his sunglasses from the sand and put them on again.

"Now you are interested in my identity?" There is reason to doubt his purpose, but Feston just looked around to see if there is anything unusual, silent for a few seconds, his hawk-like eyes staring into the distance, "The last one was my Father, Christopher Al Qaeda."

Feng Zhannuo stopped in his footsteps, very surprised, "Then you are the heir of Al-Aeda Group?!"

"I gave up."

As simple as saying good afternoon, Feston is still moving forward, "My mother's name is Jessica. She died in an accidental robbery. After that, I served in the army and the police. Later, I applied Join the FBI until today."

The sinking fine sand trapped people's footsteps. He walked very slowly, but step by step, without changing direction, and his voice was steady. These words sounded special in the wind and sand. Feng Zhannuo couldn't help touching them. The gun handle behind him, whenever he is happy or depressed, he will do it when he is emotionally unstable.

He is an orphan, of course he has never had any relatives, and he has never thought about what it feels like to have a family, but he can hear his deep feelings for her mother from Feston's words, even though he did not explain why he gave up the family business, He could still understand him.

Something that shouldn't exist surged up, invading bit by bit, no matter whether Feston Kaida told him this intentionally or not, he was blocked by the entangled thing and couldn't speak.

Other expressions were not applicable, so he patted Fieston on the shoulder, and he finally smiled, "The uncrowned king deserves his name, what a Caesar, it seems that they called it right." And it is not only applicable to the FBI, It's the same in Aedas Group.

This is considered a compliment, but Feston did not have the relaxed expression of being praised, but his face was tense. Who is Feng Zhannuo? He saw something wrong at a glance, and pulled away his hand that was hooking his shirt, revealing Feston's left shoulder. , blood oozing from the white shirt.

"Your wound is not deep, but I opened it." Withdrawing his smile, he quickly tore off a strip of his shirt, frowned and said, "It's better to bandage it quickly. Looking for death in the desert, I didn't intend to kill you here either."

"Don't worry, I won't die in this way, it will be fine."

Originally it was invisible under the coat, but after fighting and entanglement, as well as sweat and high temperature, the development of the wound was not ideal. Feston didn’t feel it just now, but now he stopped, and the slowly deteriorating wound was throbbing with pain. The situation Feng Zhannuo said was not impossible, and he asked him to bandage without any opinion.

When he saw him tearing off the corner of his clothes and using it as a bandage, he looked at himself again, "My subordinates must not have thought of it."

Both of them were disheveled, their shoulders were covered with bandages, their original straight suits were crumpled and placed at their feet, and their shirts had been violently damaged. Comparing one side, they still look like the same person, and they couldn't help laughing together.

"Okay, Caesar, let's go." He punched Feston, and got the answer, "I hope you, a ghost, still remember the way." Looking into the distance with smiling eyes, Feston had no idea about their itinerary. not optimistic.

The fact that the search and rescue team never came, not only because they were some distance away from where Greg landed, but also because there might be something else wrong.

In fact, as Feston guessed, something went wrong.

"Boss and Phantom fell together! We are short of manpower, Sergeant Franli, send someone to help immediately!" Through the walkie-talkie, Jonathan yelled at the other end, "That is the top killer in the world, you don't want your territory to come out. Whatever you do, do what I say!"

For some previous skirmishes, Sergeant Franley was very perfunctory in this matter, "I have dispatched all my police officers, what do you want me to do? No one will rush into the desert directly to find someone, It takes time, it takes time, understand?"

"Time?" Derek sneered, "Jonathan, tell him that if something happens to the boss, the director of the FBI will talk to his superior in person."

Hans interjected coldly from the side, "Sheriff Franley, if you still want to retire properly, you should do as we say. You should have discovered that our team is not affiliated with any department of the FBI. We are directly under the FBI. Captain Feston Al-Qaeda, this operation was ordered directly by the director.”

After hearing so much, Franli finally understood that Feston Al-Qaeda was an important player, so he was about to give the order. Greg, who had just been rescued on the other side, grabbed the walkie-talkie, "If something happens to Falston, the Al-Qaeda Group Will withdraw all investments that would be made here, including campaign contributions to your governor, you figure it out."

When these words came out, not only Franli was shocked, but the ST team members also couldn't believe it. Greg turned his head and dropped the walkie-talkie, "Agent Feston fell off the plane because of me. I can only help you guys." gone."

Greg is willing to do this, and they are not allowed to think about it now, time is running out, and it is getting dark, "Do you think the boss has already dealt with that killer? Just wait for us to find him?" Jonathan couldn't help but wonder. .

"I don't think there's anything wrong with this matter. That ghost is not easy to mess with." Looking up at the sky, Hans prayed silently, hoping that nothing would happen to the boss.

"Maybe they can coexist peacefully?" Derek was called whimsical by others.

Maybe it's not so far-fetched, Greg shut his mouth, glanced at them, and added in his mind, maybe the truth is even more so than you think.