Love Killer

In the darkness that surrounded everything, Feston tilted his head slightly under the blurred light. He held his hand and kissed the place where the fingertips should have been fingerprints. He was neither deliberate nor gentle. Strange feeling, like being burned by something.

"What are you doing?" He asked in a low voice, as if he was purely puzzled, and the whispering caused a little itching on the edge of Feston's hair, and even the hot breath he exhaled seemed to be for some kind of provocation.

Still unanswered.

Feston may have done this impulsively, maybe not, but he didn't let him go, he wanted to do it.

Feng Zhannuo lowered the curvature of the corners of his mouth, and slowly rubbed his fingers along Feston's lips, and even went deep into it, using his fingertips to stir his tongue, moist and soft to the touch, "You are so hot inside..." He Attached to Feston's ear.

Slightly hoarse voice, direct, but extraordinarily ambiguous words, every time the two of them make any move, the tense situation of the confrontation will lean towards another strange situation.

This ghost, this wind shows promise.

Feston didn't know that the other party had also lamented his existence so much. He only knew that his willpower had never been so weak, and he had experienced all kinds of battles, big and small, but when facing Feng Zhannuo , the will of iron has the possibility of melting.

Squeezing his hand heavily, Feston pulled his hand away, "You've been burned to such an extent by the fire, can you still feel the heat?"

Feng Zhannuo was shocked, and the muscles on his body froze imperceptibly. How could Feston, who was close to him, not notice it, "The nerve tissue was severely injured, the cells lost their ability to regenerate, you have no fingerprints, Moreover, the nerve endings on the fingers are insensitive, and have long lost their sensitivity to cold and heat, am I right?"

It's just such hands, and they can still have such amazing marksmanship, Feston doesn't know what expression to use to express his appreciation, and what mood to use...

"As expected of you, I was discovered by you." Speaking of the secret that was discovered, Feng Zhannuo admitted after a few seconds of silence, "That's right, it doesn't feel temperature, and even pain is very slow. I shouldn't be able to hold a gun, everyone thinks so, and so do the doctors."

"But you did."

"I did it, because everyone thought I couldn't do it, so I want to prove them wrong." The nerves at the end of the fingers felt dull, but it didn't affect him, Feng Zhannuo moved his shoulders, " I'm all stiff, I can't stay here for too long, let's go."

He passed by Feston, but he didn't notice that Feston looked at him with some strange light, contradictory, appreciation and regret.

If Feng Zhannuo wasn't a killer... Such a person would definitely radiate dazzling brilliance in a certain field and be recognized by the world, instead of becoming a shady ghost like now.

With those hands that are worse than ordinary people, not only did he do it, but his existence has become a nightmare for some people. A scar on a finger, behind a smile, what is hidden...

Unknowingly, Feston's eyes fell on the person in front for a long time.

Crawling forward, the closer he got to the target exit, the more silent Feng Zhannuo became. He didn't know why he would admit this secret to Feston. his personal business.

He has always adhered to a habit of never sharing his private affairs with others. It is a habit and for safety, but Feston found out that if he wanted to spy on him, he could follow this clue to investigate.

He stopped, "Want to find out the ghost's past? Leader Al Qaeda."

A soft sentence came from the front, which seemed to be a smile, and there was an imperceptible coldness in the smile. When Fieston stretched out his hand, Feng Zhannuo's ankle was suddenly grabbed tightly, "Are you afraid that I will catch you?"

Feston's strength was so strong that the person in front of him never moved again. After a while, a word came from the drowsy ventilation duct, "Come on, I'll wait."

Staring at the darkness ahead, Feng Zhannuo never looked back. The strength on his ankles was like iron tongs. After he took the gauntlet, Feston's hand slowly loosened. In the ventilation duct, their strange pair The combination continued in a strange atmosphere, and there was no more conversation.

"It's here." This time it really stopped, and Feston heard the movement outside together with him.

A bend ahead, music and conversation coming from the grating of the vent, dice rolling on the roulette, dominoes crackling in people's hands, that's right, the Great Hall.

Approaching forward, looking down from the air vent, as far as the eye can see, no matter what you are playing, you can find prominent guests at every table, with good wine and women, and on this occasion, there are many people in the crowd Talk in low voices while placing bets.

"It's not just gambling, but also underground transactions." Feston's expression became serious.

"It's not something I'm interested in." He was only interested in human life, Feng Zhannuo pulled out a gun from his wrist, squinted his eyes slightly, the bullet passed through the gap, passed through the crowd, and shot the rolling dice accurately , bang, the popping dice caused a commotion.

Just as he was about to continue, his wrist was suddenly pinched, "Sure enough, you hid a gun." Fieston knew he couldn't be careless, "I will store food in the ventilation duct, so how can I miss this thing."

A well-trained killer, since he has a reserve of food, will not fail to fire a gun.

"Don't hinder me at this time." Turning his head, Feng Zhannuo's eyes no longer had any emotion. They were the eyes of double killers. They were not cold, but they didn't even have such a thing as cold. They were empty, only with killing intent.

"It seems that our destination is not only to find water sources, but you are here to complete the commission!" Feston's eyes suddenly sharpened, "Greg?!"

Feng Zhannuo smiled slightly, "What do you think?"

Since he wanted to entrust the killing, of course Greg had more than one entrustment. He was a smart man, and Mrs. Marbury was the first to bear the brunt. But this is not over yet. There is another force that will hinder the investment plan of Al Qaeda Group, although they do not know the existence of the underground casino. Where, but it affects the ground market, if you want to occupy this gold rush bowl, you must remove the obstacles together.

If Uriel is not solved, Uriel will one day lead the Leeds gang to solve Greg. Just like Mrs. Marbury, the easiest solution is to kill people who stand in the way of money.

So yes, his target is Uriel, the only remaining leader of the Leeds Gang.

"You have no evidence, and I have an obligation not to reveal the client's identity." Feng Zhannuo held up the gun unmoved, and the barrel of the gun came out through the gap in the vent.

"Do you dare to kill someone in front of me?" Feston moved quickly and finished in a cold voice. Feng Zhannuo's wrist was in severe pain, and Feston punched him on the ventilation duct. The metal vibrated and made a loud noise. Someone noticed something was wrong.

"Whether you let me or not, this is my job, come on, Caesar, let me see how capable you are!" Kicking open the baffle of the vent, a figure jumped down from a high place, Feng Zhannuo suddenly The appearance of people caused a great chaos, and those who were eager to get out of here knocked over their wine glasses, and the screams of women played the prelude to the riot.

Feston is chasing after him, Feng Zhannuo knows that this man must be extremely angry now, he and his cousin made this transaction without telling him, as an FBI, Feston Al-Qaeda, in addition to being loyal to his duties , he still seems to have a strong desire to protect, wanting to isolate the people around him from all criminal activities.

But his presence ruined all of that, he made Greg a mastermind, a paid employer, and think, how damaging it was to that man.

What's more, he brought him here to let him see with his own eyes the "work" he was going to do.

Thinking of these things, Feng Zhannuo couldn't help showing a smile. Shutting through the chaotic crowd, he calmly searched for his prey, randomly found a suit jacket of suitable size from the panicked crowd, and grabbed it. With the hair on the forehead, in an instant, the ghost turned into a noble son with outstanding temperament.

A gun was hidden under the coat, with a 127mm barrel and a range of 8 meters. This time, there was no need to add a silencer at all. The so-called ugly appearance of the rich because of fear.

Next, he just needs to find his prey, that Uriel, he has observed him countless times in the dark, he knows that he is not a patient person, just like his son Hampton was killed by him, plus the severed finger Hatred, now that Uriel knows where they are, he will definitely bring someone over.

This is his purpose in causing confusion.

"Where else do you want to go?" The cold knife touched his neck, and a familiar voice came behind him.

Of course Feston Al Qaeda.

"You're faster than I thought." Feng Zhannuo stood still, the door opened not far in front of him, Uriel rushed into the crowd with his men, and soon found the person they were looking for, "Here !"