Love Killer

He tried his best to stay calm, but his trembling arms betrayed him. He was just a student of an art academy, and what he held most were paintbrushes. His own heartbeat seemed to be in his ears. Will looked down, the sixth floor He was dizzy from the height.

"Can't stand this anymore? Calm down, kid." The killer next to him seemed to be able to handle it with ease. The man raised his head, opened his coat with the other hand, and looked at Feston. Feston smiled. They It seemed that some kind of tacit agreement had been reached. He took out something from his arms and shot it into the distance. Hearing a click, Feston let go of his hand at the same time.

Will let out a scream, but the falling human body made an incredible glide in mid-air, and by virtue of the swinging inertia, it neatly jumped onto the safety ladder at the rear of the opposite building.

Feston pulled Will up from the outside, but the scene just now was reflected in front of his eyes, Feng Zhannuo was like a bird spreading its wings at night, and no one could hinder his going.

"Good job!"

Hearing his words, the person on the opposite side clapped their thumbs, put away their tools, and then disappeared under the shadow of the stairs.

Will looked back enviously.

He is not responsible for his life and death, he only cares about dealing with his opponents, and he does not hesitate in the face of danger. At critical moments, he doesn't even have time to worry about what Feston will choose. All this between him and Feston It's like rehearsing many times, and in just a few seconds, you can know the meaning of the other party just by looking at it.

Will now realizes that when he was worried about which one of them Feston would save, the killer didn't regard him as an opponent at all, he was completely out of his sight, and the thought that flashed at that moment now makes him feel ridiculous when he thinks about it .

Feston didn't need to choose at all, he was only looking at the killer just now.

In fact, Will himself was completely stunned, and when he safely returned to the stairs, he smiled wryly and praised, "Feston, he's so handsome..."

"I know." Looking at the darkness in the distance, Fieston smiled, and there seemed to be something complicated in his menacing eyes.

"Okay, let's go." He kicked the corpse away to let Will go downstairs first, and then handcuffed the fainted man to the iron bars. Will walked down a few steps and stopped suddenly, "You know, you never Never smiled at me like that." He said softly in front.

"I'm sorry, Will." Walking up and rubbing his blond hair, Feston seemed to want to say something, but he didn't say anything after all. The two went downstairs together, and Feng Zhannuo was standing downstairs, looking at an open space , "There was a car here just now."

"It seems that there are people in the car, and one slipped away, but we have a living victim. I will let the police take the living victim away first. I will go to the interrogation tomorrow. There may be people around Will. If they are caught by this incident It’s hot, there should be a big move.” The three stood downstairs, and Will listened to what Feston said, and realized that he had indeed become his burden.

"I'm sorry... I became your weakness." He hated himself for being incompetent, his face flushed with anger, and he looked up at the people around Felston, "If I could be as agile as him, now I wouldn't— —”

"You're wrong." Feng Zhannuo didn't give him a chance to finish, "Will, you'll never be like me, you know, you shouldn't wish you were me." His eyes were not indifferent, but also Not smiling.

There seemed to be many things in this sentence that others didn't understand. He looked at Will, but Feston looked at him.

This may not be the path Feng Zhannuo chose, but since he has already embarked on this path, there is no turning back.In what mood did he say this to Will now?

Will didn't know what kind of emotion this was, but he kind of understood what he meant, "You must have undergone a lot of training to do your job, but don't think that I am the young master of a rich family, I have also suffered. "

He unconsciously looked at Feston, "It was Feston who saved me."

Feston is like his patron saint, he is not ashamed to admit it, although it is a little weak to admit it as a man, but it is brave to admit that he is weak, Feng Zhannuo looked at him, Looking at Feston again, the corners of his mouth raised, "So now I have saved you? Do you want to thank me with something?"

Will heard the ambiguity in the words, and was so embarrassed that he didn't know how to answer him. Feston stepped forward and patted the dust on his collar, "Don't talk nonsense to me."

He pulled him by the collar and pulled him in front of him, with a very friendly attitude, "I'll take him back to his room first, he should be fine tonight, we..."

"You're fine, I have something else to do." Feng Zhannuo took a few steps back, and the night was over, "It's getting late, I have to prepare for tomorrow, this kid let him go back by himself."

"What would you do if I kept Fieston?" Will couldn't help being curious, although he admitted that he was not as good as the other party, and he didn't expect that the other party really didn't think of him so much.

"Why don't you try it?" Feng Zhannuo turned his head and raised Will's face with his fingers.

Will couldn't help but backed away, and the killer smiled as if he thought it was amused, and there was an inadvertent coldness in the smile.

Will didn't dare to joke anymore, but Fieston walked up at this moment, snatching that faint smile, "Good night." He said on his lips.

He licked the corner of his mouth, this time his smile was no longer cold, "Good night."

He turned around and left smartly, and within a few steps, Feston's words came from behind him, "Call me tomorrow if something happens."

With a wave of his hand, he got into the car and drove away.

Feston estimated that the other party will make a big move tomorrow, and it should be because of the investigation, but the FBI's investigation results and information will never be shared with outsiders, especially people like him, so Feng Zhannuo didn't ask, he returned to his I took a shower and got ready to go to bed, but I remembered that I hadn’t eaten dinner, and finally decided to go to Bob, where there was always something to eat.

"You killed for that FBI?! Are you crazy?!" As he expected, Bob jumped out of his chair after hearing what he did tonight.

"I didn't undercharge him. You can put it lightly, Bob, unless you want me to kill everyone in your building." The chicken breast hot and sour soup tasted good, and he put down the soup slowly Spoon, eating bread, maybe it will make him forget about the steak tonight.

Still thinking about joking, seeing him like this, Bob almost wanted to smash the wine bottle in his hand, but considering that this was the last half bottle, he put it down anyway, and kept as far away from Feng Zhannuo's range as possible.

"Noy, have you thought about it clearly? What good does it do you? The FBI's money is not easy to earn! Dealing with people from the government, you will find a scavenger to get rid of you after you use it up! Don't you Don't you know?!"

Bob tried to keep his voice down, but his words were still muffled. Feng Zhannuo finished the last sip of soup, wiped his mouth, and threw the napkin on the table, "You mean the scavenger in charge of mopping up? None of them are No one of my opponents would dare to do that to me, not even the U.S. government."

Bob couldn't refute this sentence, and sneered, "When they always use you, any country needs people like you, they will never admit it, but this is the truth."

"And you are talking about the government, but he is Feston Al Qaeda. If he wants to arrest me, he will only use his own hands." Feng Zhannuo smiled.

"You sound sure," Bob found a subtle expression on his face. "Why are you so sure? Are you sure you can't be wrong? Can you say you know him well?"

"Trust me Bob, I'm pretty sure of this, and I know more about him than you think." He spoke slowly, and that almost weird smile was not new to Bob, most men It's the expression I get when I say something.

"Oh, my God!" Bob slapped his forehead and let out a low scream, "Ian—"

"Don't call God, he won't bless you, people like us will only go to hell." With a chuckle, he took Bob's wine bottle indifferently, and didn't smash or pierce it this time , but poured himself a glass.

He dare not say that he fully understands Feston Al Qaeda, and he himself does not dare to say that he fully understands himself, but he does know Feston's body very well. A brief moment of madness is enough to burn the nerves, even if it is not thorough. What happened in the private room of the bar is still so profound that people can't forget it.

The previous encounters had long planted a flame, and it was finally ignited at that moment. Every time I fight with Feston, I will be excited, not only mentally, but also physically. Maybe Feston is the same as him, so they will be there From fisting to physical entanglement, serving each other to the best of his ability, he remembered his every expression, his growls and moans.

"Noy, are you sure you know what you're doing?" Old Bob narrowed his eyes. He could see the person in front of him clearly, but he couldn't see what he was thinking.

"Believe me, I haven't forgotten who I am." The young man in sight stopped smiling and drank the wine in the glass.

Bob didn't ask any more questions. Although Ian Noye also likes to drink, he is very good at controlling it. Now the remaining wine in the bottle has almost been poured out.

After drinking, he wiped his gun in the corner, where there was no light, and the night enveloped him.

It seems like something is about to happen...