Love Killer

The restrooms in bars usually have many uses. Of course, Feng Zhannuo would not think that Feston was there to fight drugs. The two walked in one after the other, and met a few disheveled women who came out of the men's restroom. The smell of cigarettes, cigarettes, and air fresheners, alcohol, body fluids, and complex smells are mixed together to become an aura that alludes to desire.

Feiston Kaida didn't seem like the kind of person who would abandon his subordinates and take a man to find some fun. The gun was stuck in Feng Zhannuo's back, and he was ready to strike at any time. When the person in front suddenly turned around, Fei Ston puts an elbow on his neck and pushes him into a stall.

"Is it you?" Fieston's gloomy face and strange expression were the reasons why he didn't fight back. He raised his eyebrows in confusion, "What is it me?"

The blue eyes are enough to hide any darkness, fixedly staring at Feston, smiling calmly, unable to read more content, Feston slowly pulled out the gun, Feng Zhannuo's expression immediately became profound, " Team leader Al Qaeda, I really don’t know when I did something that I’m sorry for you and let you welcome me like this.”

"You know what you did." The muzzle of the gun was aimed at his heart, even though he was sure that Feston would not shoot, he was still annoyed by this inexplicable accusation, and grabbed the barrel of the gun, "Believe it or not Can you unload it in a second?"

Not ready to wait for an answer, a cold light flashed in his smile, he clenched the gun and shook his wrist, the gun was turned into a pile of parts in the blink of an eye, and it was dismantled on the ground, every second was indeed a second, his words were absolutely meaningless No exaggeration, it is something to be proud of to dismantle the guns in the hands of the FBI in the blink of an eye, but his performance is so flat.

"Don't bother me, I don't have time to play with you." He was tired of Feston always showing up when he shouldn't be there. He didn't have to kill him, but he had no further plans to deal with the FBI.

There was no trace of nostalgia in the back figure that turned around and left, only impatience.Is he so impatient to stay here?Feston glanced at the parts on the ground with a gloomy face. He deliberately provoked him, judging from his reaction, "Maybe it's not you."

A force came from behind, and Feng Zhannuo's throat was suddenly strangled by an arm, "But did I say you can leave?"

Feston dragged him back into the cubicle, body bumps and fists facing each other inevitably attracted the attention of several people, but when he saw the scene in the crack of the door, he shrugged and turned his eyes away, "Close the door, buddy! "

They were misunderstood, but who can see this kind of scene without misunderstanding, the cubicle space in the men's bathroom is not large, and the entanglement of two people makes outsiders look more like they are doing some private things, this kind of thing No wonder, although there are two men involved, who cares about this in this bar.

"Don't make me change my mind, Feston Al Qaeda! Do you want to die?" The finger on the throat conveyed a threat, and Feng Zhannuo refused to budge. The shadow of death was conveyed on the smiling face.

This is not a joke, the price of angering a killer is to pay with his life, but Feston is not panicked at all, "You won't kill me."

Feng Zhannuo narrowed his eyes, "So sure?"

The bodies of the two were close to each other, Feston's other arm was wrapped around his back, his hand was grabbing Feston's collar, the neat shirt and coat were messed up, and they were blocked by his gun, Faith How could Dun Kaida, a man, be so calm?

"Don't you want to know what I'm talking about?" With his back against the wall, someone was coming in and out from outside, Fieston lowered his voice in the cubicle, and the strong male hormones were conveyed at the same time, Fieston I don't have the habit of using perfume, and my body smells purely of soap and shaving water.

"Just because of this?" There was more than one reason for not killing him. Feng Zhannuo sniffed the scent on Feston's neck, and the gun in his hand was still pressed against his waist, without moving at all.

"It's also because you are interested in me and attracted by me." Feng Zhannuo was startled by the words in his ear, and Feston seemed not surprised at all, and continued: "You miss me."

The muzzle of the gun on the side of his waist hit hard, and then slowly moved away, but Feston didn't seem to feel anything. He seemed to see through his thoughts, but he didn't seem happy, "It seems that these reasons are enough. .”

He frowned and looked at him, the two were close in height, Feng Zhannuo looked at him, and suddenly understood the reason why Feston frowned, the reason he saw through him was because he was the same as him.

Why isn't he interested in him, attracted by him, and even misses him... misses a killer, a ghost that doesn't exist in this world.

Otherwise, how would he explain his gaze piercing through the crowd, as well as the heat that suddenly ignited in it.

Feng Zhannuo laughed, a brisk and sly laugh, full of sarcasm, Feston clasped the back of his neck, "I don't know what's so ridiculous about it."

Dangerous voices surrounded the narrow space, he forced him to raise his head, and rubbed his fingers dangerously on his cheek, "What kind of magical powers do you have? ..."

This sentence is pure doubt, but this kind of doubt came out of Feston's mouth, but it became a terrible provocation. The distance between Feng Zhannuo and him did not know if there was an inch, and he suddenly exerted force, and he pushed Feston Pushing against the wall, "You first tempted me—"

Fuck his restraint!He put his hand into Feston's coat and pulled the shirt open, as if he wanted to take the solid muscles and the whole body for himself, and twisted his chest fiercely with his fingers. His appearance does not match, but facing Feston Al-Qaeda, he has to do it.

Because his opponent was too strong, Feston's hand on his hip was merciless. His palm passed through his crotch, almost lifting his whole body so that he was close to him, and at the same time at the same moment before The tacit understanding of reason seemed to become fragile in an instant, unable to withstand any provocation.

Regardless of whether this is physical attraction, or there is a deeper reason, the overlapping lips at the same time made a vague muffled sound, and the sudden surge of desire caught people off guard, and the lower abdomen that was rubbed together could feel the pain from the other party. With the heat and the power, this isn't the right venue, but they both seem to forget about it.

"Boss?" There was a shout outside the door, which suddenly woke up the two people who were lost in passion. They glanced at each other, Feng Zhannuo cleared his dry throat, and panted for a look at Fieston, "I still Thought you were calmer than me."

He whispered, and Feston could of course hear his teasing, let go of him and straightened his shirt and suit, his condition was not much better than his, "I'll go out first." In a short period of time, the original rigid and methodical FBI image was restored.

When he walked to the door, Feng Zhannuo called him, "What did you just say?"

Feston turned his head, and the collar of the shirt of the man leaning on the door was wide open in his sight. His hair on his forehead was disheveled, and he had a somewhat unruly look. The gun parts that he dismantled were still under his feet. Feston walked back, In the same short time it was taken apart, the parts were assembled.

"Recently, I found someone following me," put the gun back on his waist, Jonathan outside the door, they were all looking for him, there was no time, Feston turned around, and asked simply, "Isn't it you?"

"I said it wasn't me, do you believe it or not?" Feng Zhannuo rubbed his chin with an unfathomable expression. If his attitude was really unbelievable, Feston looked at him for a while, "If you don't believe me, why should I ask you? Unnecessary."

To answer like that, Feng Zhannuo was pleased by his frank and direct answer, and he stopped laughing, "Then let me tell you, it's not me, I'm planning to leave Chicago."

"Are you leaving?" Fieston was about to approach and ask again, when Derek wandered around in front of the toilet door and saw his back, "Boss, I found you, you put your phone on the bar, we can't find it Here you are, your phone number—"

Derek was stunned when he saw Feng Zhannuo leaning on the door, his face changed, and he was about to draw his gun. Feston stretched out his hand, "My phone? Who is calling?"

At this moment, the ghost seemed like an unrelated person, passing by Derek without even looking at him. If Derek hadn't imprinted this face in his mind, he would have almost suspected that he had identified the wrong person.

"Boss! He—" Just as he spoke, the phone on Felston's side rang again, and he answered, "Will? What's the matter?"

There were too many missed calls, all of which were from Will. Feston had an ominous premonition. Will's nervous tone on the other end of the phone confirmed his guess, "Feston...I found out on the way home They're being followed! They're driving a black car—"

The screeching sound of the tires, which can be heard from the phone, and then the impact sound, it seems that it is not just as simple as stalking, Feston walked out holding the phone, "Go back to the place where there are many people, don't panic, look out Directions, to Central Lakes, I'm near the Vic Theater."