Love Killer

Turning his head slowly, the temperature in Feng Zhannuo's eyes dropped to freezing point, Fieston was looking at him, with a satisfied, indecipherable smile on his face, he was arrested, this was the last consciousness before fainting .

Feston showed no mercy and succeeded with one blow. He knew what he could take and would not let him have a chance to escape in front of him like he did the first time. He made sure that the handcuffs would not be loosened. He took away the fainting wind exhibition promise.

On a certain day in August, in the Windy City, on the roof of this building, the changeable weather witnessed all this happening.

A world-class killer, Ian Noye, known as the Ghost, has been arrested.

When Feng Zhannuo wakes up, he should admit to himself that at that moment he let down his vigilance. When Feston held the gun like that but didn't pull the trigger on him, he thought he was in this ambiguous wrestling. Victory, but the fact is clearly not the case.

I don't know how long it took, when his consciousness gradually recovered, the feeling around him made him suspect that he hadn't woken up yet, his memory stayed on the roof, the sudden heavy rain, Feith who hit him from behind Suddenly, the sound of thunder in my ears, and the cold raindrops...

But now, he is surrounded by warmth, the sound of running water and hot air are filling his surroundings, the air is moist, moist and safe, he can feel himself lying naked somewhere, if he is asked to describe where it is, he will Said it was a bathtub.

He soaked in the bathtub, the damp water vapor hung on his eyelashes, the light brown hair darkened, revealing exquisite and sharp facial features, water droplets rolled from his naked chest, he looked around, his eyes seemed to be still He didn't know where he was, but within half a second, his gaze became calm and alert, like a wild animal accustomed to the jungle.

"You are not in a prison now, and of course this is not a police station." Feston looked at him for a long time, from when he was unconscious until now, "You are at my house."

The only person to talk to appeared in front of him, and Feng Zhannuo quickly adapted to the current environment, "Should I say I'm glad I didn't wake up from the cell?" He blinked and dropped a drop of water, "You arrested Me, to your house?"

He smiled when he asked this question, and squinted his eyes slightly, like some kind of animal, as if he had seen through the real intention of Feston's behavior, "Why don't you put me in jail?"

Feston went up and grabbed his wet hair, the distance between the two faces was only a few inches, "I didn't know you wanted to go to prison so much," he cupped his face, fingers tightly clasped the back of his head, behind the ears On the neck, there is a blood-red tooth mark, "No matter what you think, you can't go anywhere now!"

Where Fieston left the tooth marks, now his fingers are rubbing, his words sounded to have other meanings, Feng Zhannuo's body sticks out of the water, one of his hands is handcuffed, shake it, and the silver chain comes out. There was a crisp sound, and the other end was the handrail of the bathtub.

"Of course, you arrested me." He didn't care, he moved his wrist, and the smile returned to Feng Zhannuo's face again, as if he knew everything, "You surprised me, I thought you wouldn't do it for personal feelings. And give up your principles."

"Personal feelings, didn't you veto it on the roof?" Feston raised his eyebrows, and before the haze had receded from his face, he threw him a towel, "I can't let a killer get away with it, this is my responsibility." in principle."

He answered his question very clearly, "Arresting people is my fault. If you want to kill someone, you must have the ability to escape from me. If you don't have the ability to escape, you must bear the consequences."

Feng Zhannuo was drying his hair with one hand, and when he heard this, he threw the towel on the ground, "Hey, you think I can't leave there without you helping me?" He thought it was ridiculous.

"Of course, you thought you could..."

"In fact, I can do it. Do you want to do it again? Caesar!" As if receiving a challenge, Feng Zhannuo was very excited, "Try again, I will kill someone again in your place, such as Director Fukoff, you How about it? I’ll kill another one, of course you can be loyal to your duty and take strict precautions, see if I can do it in that situation, try if I can still..."

"Yes, you can." Felston interrupted him, he looked into his eyes, "but you have to pay the price."

The deep voice vibrated, Feng Zhannuo couldn't refute, only the sound of breathing remained in the bathroom, and the lingering sound drifted away with the water vapor.

Facing the FBI agents in the entire building alone requires not only courage and superb fighting skills, but also guts and a little bit of luck. If you are unlucky, even a top killer like Specter may be injured.

What Feston said was the truth, and Feng Zhannuo knew it in his heart, he was not timid, but he was not reckless, "You are right, but there are many things that have to be paid for."

He stepped out of the bathtub, quite calmly, the chains on the handcuffs kept making clinking noises, Felston folded his arms, and the lines of his rigid face deepened, "You killed Tambor, as the deputy of the FBI Director, his death will trigger a series of major actions by the FBI, I don’t need to tell you, you should also know how many people are looking for you all over the world, and you don’t want to go anywhere in a short time.”

"So you arrest me? In your house? What are you going to do with me, imprison? Or torture? I don't know which you are more interested in." Feng Zhannuo's naked body was covered with a layer of delicate water droplets, he was naked Standing in front of him, "Can you pass me a bath towel?" He saw it, on the other side of the shelf.

The water droplets rolled on the muscle lines, and then flowed and rolled down along the texture. This was the first time he was naked in front of Feston. There were times when he was quite "undisguised", but not as thorough as this time , Feston's staring eyes were filled with considerable heat, and he picked up the bath towel from the shelf, but did not pass it to him immediately.

"You can think of it like this, it's like a prison." He appreciated Feng Zhannuo's calmness, and at the same time, besides the tension and beauty contained in this body, he also saw other things, "When was that injury? Before you waist."

"What?" Feng Zhannuo raised his hand and glanced, "Oh, maybe it was scratched by a bullet a few days ago, you know...sometimes the bullet ricochets, it's no big deal."

It was a bruise on the side of the waist, which was left by the high temperature of the bullet. This wound was probably caused by a ricochet that was unlucky when he was fighting the FBI. Feston handed the towel to To him, "And this?"

A strangely shaped scar, some years old, Feng Zhannuo knew what he was asking through the position he pressed on the back, "Oh, this was the year before last... No, maybe it was the year before last, those barbed wire fences."

"It looks like it was left by some kind of special knife—" Feston touched a slight protrusion, "The wound is deep and the scar is obvious. Who did you meet?"

"You are right, it is a special knife." Feng Zhannuo smiled deeply, "Some people are very talented in torturing people, but it is a pity that they met me."

Dark tone, with a smile.

It was the result of an accident. Imprisonment and torture are not unfamiliar to a killer. As long as he can endure it, as long as he can survive, he will not take it as a shame. This is a mark, always reminded Follow him to be more careful.

Whip marks, gunshot wounds, knife wounds, and other traces that cannot be seen at a glance. Many can be found behind Feng Zhannuo. Feston did not list them one by one. Those wounds that have healed will still leave some evidence , proving their existence.

Becoming a first-class killer is not an easy task, Feston understands the meaning of his words, the price, perhaps Feng Zhannuo understands the meaning of this word better than most people.

"Have you found out? You are always like this. You always make me feel that I have to do something for you when I don't realize it. Listen to me and don't mess around. When things subside, I won't be able to help you every time." Slow words Every time Feston asked questions before, he would press those scars, and now his voice came from behind. I don’t know when, the action of pressing the scars turned into stroking, because of the long-term touch of the gun. The resulting thin cocoon has a slightly rough touch, which is transmitted from every nerve ending.

Feng Zhannuo's skin tightened slowly, "You should sympathize with my enemies... and I don't need anyone's help."

He exhaled, "Also, you know what, I don't like people standing behind me."

The white bath towel moved back abruptly, quickly staggered across Feston's throat, and fell over his shoulder, but the person behind him was Feston after all, and the kick towards his spine shattered his plan, and he hit the person in front of him. Tiles, the handcuffs restricted his movement, Feston grabbed the silver chain in the middle of the handcuffs, and he lost his balance under the sudden force.

Feston pressed him on the tiles, kissed him, the cold and damp ground was printed on his skin, the hot skin after soaking in the bath, trembling under a hot kiss, their heartbeats in the steamy bathroom The sound seemed to be amplified countless times.