Love Killer

The narrow space made them have to get very close, and any breath would cause airflow in the passage. When talking, the breath would blow on each other's faces, and they stopped unconsciously, and the two looked at each other.

In the quiet space that seems to be isolated from the world, it seems that even the beating of the heart can be heard, Feng Zhannuo moved his head, his mouth was next to Feston's cheek, Feston moved a little closer, and the lips of the two close at hand.

At the moment when the breath was about to touch, he turned his head and pressed Fieston's earlobe, "Do you want water?"

Not knowing where to take out a flat metal flagon, Feng Zhannuo took a sip first, handed it to Feston, and happily announced, "Welcome to my 'resort'."

The sweet water, with its clear taste straight to the throat, is stronger than the taste of any fine wine, and it is unforgettable. Most people can't help but drink it in one go under extreme thirst, but Feston only drank it. Handed it back to him in one bite.

"It turns out that this is where you wait for your prey."

After Feston's words fell, Feng Zhannuo's action of taking back the flagon paused without a trace. He realized that he was making a mistake. In theory, a killer shouldn't bring people to this kind of place, Feston He was observing the surroundings with his sharp and keen eyesight.

After screwing on the lid of the kettle, Feng Zhannuo lay on the spot, it was meaningless to think about these questions now, and he stretched his hand forward.

"We have water and dry food. Fortunately, these things can be stored underground for a longer period of time. Needless to say, thanks to me, I have canned food here." A few canned beef, and a few Bottles of mineral water are like digging for a treasure, and he takes them out.

God knows where he hid them, anyway, they are in front of Feston now, "There are more here." Feng Zhannuo handed the kettle back to Feston.

"No one can guarantee what will happen next. We must keep some water, but since there are so many, I will not be polite." This time Feston had no scruples until the water in the kettle was drunk for a while. Mostly, "What else is there to eat?"

He directly reached out to ask for it, and Feng Zhannuo took out a can for him, with a weird teasing expression, "I thought the federal agents should be more restrained at this time."

"If you restrain yourself, you will die in battle. Don't tell me you are not hungry." Feston was very calm, opened the can of beef, and covered the opening with his hand very carefully, so as not to let too much aroma escape, so as not to be discovered by others trail.

"I'm about to die of starvation." With a wry smile, Feng Zhannuo also opened a can, and there was no need to hide it anymore. The two of them almost gobbled up the whole can of beef, and each finished a bottle of water.

This is the place he planned to come to, the underground casino, and here is not only all the resources of the Leeds Gang, but also the food supplies he hides here, what a killer, what a ghost.

Feston drank the water slowly, and his probing eyes stayed on Feng Zhannuo for a long time without any concealment. If he could not be moved by such eyes, he was not a human being, Feng Zhannuo Knowing that he had already shown too many cards in front of the FBI, he put down the water bottle calmly.

"What are you looking at?" he asked.

"I'm looking at how a person becomes a ghost." Feston's answer is also concise and clear. They are crowded together in the ventilation duct. More.

"You killed Hampton here, which means that there is a passage near us approaching the hall. Many times, I found that you are used to shooting in the dark, not far ahead in the past, isn't it..."

A thin blade was pressed against Feston's neck, "No matter what you do in this space, you don't need too much distance. Are you sure you want to ask?" The man who was still smiling a moment ago had a slightly cold face. The gloomy cold light seemed to absorb all the light in the space.

Feng Zhannuo hid Feston's blade, and now he took it out, Feston was not too surprised, "You won't do it here, risking being discovered, you like to control everything in the dark and enjoy life The feeling of being manipulated by you, put down the blade, Feng Zhannuo."

He didn't call him a ghost again, although the atmosphere at the moment is really like returning to the hostile position, the exit is ahead, as long as they reach the hall, they can leave by themselves, blend in the crowd, or use anyone's phone Call the local police or ST team.

Now is the critical moment, whether to continue to leave together as partners, or go their separate ways.

Feston's questioning just now was very interrogative. He implied that the front was the scene of the sniping, and it was also the exit. No matter whether it was due to professional factors or whether he always asked people in such a tone, Feng Zhannuo was very upset. I like his attitude.

"Don't tell me I'm a madman, don't you? Keep your crew firmly in your hands, Feston Al Qaeda, you're in this business for your mother, but you crawl The method to get to this position is not as clean as it seems on the surface, although it is not mentioned in the information, but I have seen it a lot, at your age, to reach this position, unless it is a miracle, or..."

He leaned close to Feston's ear, "It shouldn't be difficult for the wealthy and powerful Al-Qaeda Group to bribe a few officials."

Feng Zhannuo let out a secretive chuckle, his hand was suddenly pinched, and Fieston pressed his hand holding the knife, "Even if you know, it doesn't matter, you are right, I like hunting, especially Those difficult prey."

"To a certain extent, we are the same kind, but the prey is different." Under the thick black hair, on the face that was seen as tough, there was no attempt to conceal this shady approach.

Borrowing the power of Al-Qaeda Group, bribing a few high-level officials, it is certainly not difficult to set up a special investigation team under the FBI. It is directly under the FBI director's ST team. No one will ask the source, and all questions can be answered in one word. Answer, that is "confidential".

"There is no absolute justice. If you want to get something, you have to give something. Don't you understand this truth best, ghost." Different titles may represent different moods. The hands of Feston and Feng Zhannuo confronted each other in the dark. An inch from his neck.

The force of the confrontation made their hands vibrate, the blade moved up and down between a few millimeters, Feston's fingers caressed his, this time not flirting, "Like the scars on your fingers, you were burned by fire, It hurts you, but it also burns off your fingerprints, which don't come back after the skin graft, making it easier to hide yourself."

Smooth fingertips, pinching the blade, the graceful arc on the fingers is like cutting a work of art, Feng Zhannuo exerts force downwards, Felston turns around, and the two of them form an up and down posture.

The machine gun is not suitable for bringing into the ventilation duct, any trace of collision sound will be infinitely amplified and be discovered, so the machine gun was not brought in, and this blade became the deadliest weapon here.

"If you have the chance, you won't let me go, am I right?" He said that Feston had been removed from the death list, but the killer's instinct was awakened when he sensed the crisis, and his pupils constricted.

Danger.

Feston Al Qaeda expressed interest in him, and there was indeed an obvious attraction between them, but it was impossible for this man to give up his principles for him, impossible.

Feng Zhannuo looked down, and Feston's answer was as he expected, "I will not let any criminal go, including you of course." Opposite him, his gray eyes were calm.

But he was indeed attracted by this killer, so when Fieston hesitated for a few seconds to answer, Feng Zhannuo bit his ear, "A person like you also hesitates?"

"You are also hesitating." Fieston let go suddenly, the blade stopped on his neck, he raised his eyes, "Give you a chance, you can kill me now."

Those are the eyes of a falcon capturing its prey, bold and decisive.

But the blade has always maintained that height, neither more nor less. From the beginning when he wanted to solve Feston Kaida, Feng Zhannuo's mind is completely different now. The symbolic blade Resting on Feston's neck, "I said to remove your name." He said this regretfully.

The hand that didn't hold the knife touched Feston's eyebrows, caressing his outline, and smiled slightly, "I'm actually a bit reluctant to kill you."

Feston remained silent and did not express anything, and then Feng Zhannuo's hand was held.

The blade was taken away, and after the skin-grafted fingers, as long as they groped slowly, they could still feel the ups and downs, very subtle, the scars smoothed over the years of sharpening, the fingerprints eliminated, the man who lost his name and had no identity.

The fingers were covered with heat... Firth kissed his fingers.