Love Killer

"Fortunately, they didn't ask you to take off your pants for inspection." After looking at the belt buckle in front of him for a few seconds, just after Feng Zhannuo finished his teasing words, Feston moved closer, "Don't waste time."

His teeth bit the cold metal, making a slight sound, Feng Zhannuo looked from bottom to top, carelessly, squinting his eyes slightly, his short brown hair was stained with gravel, and there was not much else on that handsome face. His facial expression, but viewed from above, this angle and this movement conveyed an indescribable meaning to the scene in front of him.

Feston's breathing gradually became heavier, "Not well?" His voice was hoarse.

"Not so fast." Feng Zhannuo unhurriedly pulled out one end of the belt first, his sense of smell was instantly invaded by the smell of leather and sweat, and his dry throat was a little tight. He didn't need to look up, he could feel that Feston was also using Strange eyes stared at him.

The Adam's apple slowly slid down, and the main event was next. The knife was foldable, and it was heavily pressed when it fell off the helicopter. The spring failed, and because it could no longer be closed, the handle was broken off. The small blade, Felston stuffed it in front of his waist after using it, it was in the gap between the metal buckle and the belt.

Looking up, eyes crossed, and the distance was so close, Feng Zhannuo could feel the heat conveyed by the other side of the cloth, he was frozen there, and Feston didn't urge him, maybe he forgot to urge him.

The banging sound outside was uninterrupted, and after a while of silence, there was a burning smell from the door. Uriel's men were using muskets to burn open the iron door, as long as a cut was made and the latch was pulled out, the door would open.

No time to think about anything else, Feng Zhannuo withdrew his thoughts, put his head close to Feston's waist, and as soon as he pressed his teeth hard, he quickly caught the blade just as it was about to fall from the gap, and the sweat slipped silently from his forehead, "OK Already." Pronouncing it between his teeth, he took a few steps back.

Feston leaned back his hands behind him as much as possible, and made a jumping movement forward. His bound hands easily returned to the front. Feng Zhannuo still had the blade in his mouth. Took it, met wet lips, and had blood on the blade.

"You were cut." Feng Zhannuo licked his lips when he heard Feston say that. The bright red color appeared on the man's lips, and there was an unexpected charm, especially when he licked his lips. When she pursed her mouth, she had that nonchalant demeanor, "If you hurt your tongue and lips, it's nothing."

Feston paused for a long time before he looked away from him. To the killer, this injury was really nothing. He didn't need to make a fuss at all, but he still couldn't help saying, "You can be careful. "

"I'm already very careful," said the smell of blood, and when Feng Zhannuo spoke, blood was seeping from the corner of his mouth, "Isn't this a good thing, your knife is fast enough, and we just don't have much time."

They used razor blades to cut off the plastic rope buckles on their wrists, "Besides, how would I know that the al-Qaeda leader cared about me so much if I didn't get hurt?"

"You call me the leader of Al-Qaeda?" It was rare to hear it, Feston let go of his hands and pulled him in front of him, he raised Feng Zhannuo's face, not sure why this person always provoked him so easily Thoughts, even in this critical moment.

Seeing his dissatisfaction, Feng Zhannuo approached all of a sudden. Under the bright light, his sea-blue eyes stared at him, "Faston Kaida." He said slowly, with a ruthless tone, but when he spoke Suddenly printed his lips on it.

Holding Feston's head tightly, the smell of blood filled the kiss that he didn't know how to sum up. This is really not the right time and the right occasion, but he wants to do it now.

A kiss with a strong smell of blood, his blood invaded Feston's mouth, every corner of his teeth, tongue, and the inner wall of his mouth was filled with his blood, the sticky touch, the mixture of saliva and blood, primitive And the violent kiss makes people's blood boil.

Feston doesn't understand this ghost, he can't find more in his attitude of being far and near, maybe it will only take a few seconds for the door to be opened, and within three seconds they will be shot into a hive, but look what is he doing now.

In the silent spell, he wound the injured tongue and tasted the taste of blood. The blood of ghosts is actually the same as that of ordinary people. The dry and cracked lips, the wet touch on the tongue, Feng Zhan Nuo’s injured lips and tongue They were all licked by Feston, like tasting a delicious meal, and the hand pressed tightly on his buttocks shortened the distance between the two of them to the shortest.

Just because it was an inappropriate place, the desire seemed to be particularly strong, Feng Zhannuo sucked and bit Felston's tongue heavily, rubbed his buttocks hard, and breathed heavily.

"Enough." Pulling him away before he was about to lose control, Feston wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, breathing calmly, and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve. The two looked at each other, feeling their mouths were dry With a dry tongue, Feng Zhannuo pushed him away and laughed, "It's exciting, it's never been so exciting."

The bloody smile can be charming and arrogant, or it can keep smiling but revealing coldness. The ghost never needs to be understood by others. He only needs to know what he wants to do. There is a loud banging sound outside the door. Yi Rin, "Come here! We don't have time to waste!"

"Did no one remind you, or did you forget, I'm a ghost—" The laughter suddenly sank, and the mysterious breath had not dissipated, Fieston grabbed his arm, "Don't talk nonsense! Go up!"

Peng, the door was kicked open, only to hear a series of machine gun fire, the chairs in the room fell apart in an instant, and a burst of dust filled the air. When the gunfire stopped, Uriel stood with a thick bandage on his wrist, his face livid. At the door, as far as the eye can see, there is no one inside.

This is a small room. To be precise, it is a prison cell. It can't hold many people. Anyone who enters will be carried out as a corpse, so there is no need to expand it, and there is no need to worry about not being able to accommodate people. But now, but After such a few minutes, the two people locked inside disappeared out of thin air.

Uriel said with a cold face, "Go in and have a look!"

The two men walked in with machine guns in their hands, and suddenly there was darkness above their heads. Feng Zhannuo and Fieston hung on the top, the bright light under their feet became the best cover, they jumped down suddenly, and each of them hit the enemy's head with one foot. The machine guns in the hands of those two people were taken away, and the others rushed into the room, but Caesar and Phantom got the guns, and the situation was beyond their control.

The small room was suddenly full of murderous threats, the gun rang, the lights went out, Feng Zhannuo's specialty, in the dark, he accurately grabbed Feston's hand, "Go!"

The two rushed out of the cell, and the pursuers would soon catch up. While running fast, he heard Feston's decisive voice, "Go to the hall!"

"It's a good place! The guests gather there, the crowd is chaotic, and it's easier to hide, and Uriel won't want to disturb his guests." As expected of Feston Kaida, busy but not chaotic, Feng Zhannuo Stopped at a turn ahead, "I know this place, follow me."

When Uriel led the people behind to catch up, there was no one in the aisle.

In a narrow space, two people crawled forward, one in front of the other, and the vents extend in all directions. They are erected in the underground city. Of course, a sufficient number of ventilation passages are needed. Feng Zhannuo looked at the road ahead, "You didn't ask me just now. where to go."

"The air vent, this is the only place where no one has a handle." You don't need to ask and you know the answer. This is also the first place that Feston thought of, "Which way leads to the hall?"

The voices of both of them were very low, but every word could still be heard clearly through the air vent. Firston's physical fitness was very good, and the killer in front of him was the same as him. So far no one has shown signs of fatigue.

Perhaps this is also due to the fact that no one wants to show weakness in front of the other.

In fact, they have not drank water or eaten anything for a long time. The physical exhaustion and water loss are very serious. Time seems to be meaningless. The only thing they know is that it is now night. If they are outside, they will definitely feel the taste of the cold wind , but now, they're in the vent, moving slowly.

"Just follow me, I will never seek death." Feng Zhannuo said without knowing it, as if he was familiar with everything here.

"You are very familiar with this place." Feston found that he had no hesitation about their current route, "Your mission here last time—" The dignified and cold ending spread in the dim passage.

The killer stopped, "What mission?" He pretended to be puzzled.

Of course, a smart killer would not answer this kind of question honestly, especially to an FBI. Feston also knew that it was not a good time to ask for a statement, "How long have you been waiting here?"

He changed his way of questioning, how could Feng Zhannuo not know about the FBI's questioning skills, and there was a hint of sarcasm in his laughter, "You really will seize every opportunity, and you will not be reconciled if you don't put me in prison ?"

The cold words were closer to questioning, he continued to move forward, Fieston did not answer behind him, and then slowly approached, the sound of breathing during exercise was next to him, he squeezed into the gap beside him, "Let you When people go to prison, other prisoners will be in danger."

"Maybe I'm the one who's in danger, and you're not worried about me?" Feng Zhannuo half-jokingly turned around.

No one could easily decipher what was hidden in this smile. In the unlit air vent pipe, Feston had to get very close to see his face clearly, with blurred and indistinct expressions.