Love Killer

The red wine glasses collided with each other, and there was a pleasant crisp sound, which started the alternative cohabitation life between Feng Zhannuo and Fieston.

From this day on, the curtains of the apartment are rarely drawn, just to be safe from being noticed, and from anyone else being taken advantage of by unscrupulous tenants.

Although Feng Zhannuo promised to stay here until the situation subsided, Feston would not believe a ghost so easily. In terms of credibility, the killer would only do what he said when he promised to kill.

"I didn't expect you to prepare breakfast." A few rays of sunlight penetrated through the gaps in the curtains, waking up in the aroma of coffee, with short disheveled hair and still bare upper body, Feng Zhannuo stood up from the sofa and stretched.

His vigorous limbs spread carelessly in the morning sun, and there was an iron chain on his wrist, which added a strange sense of harmony to the scene in front of him, at least in Feston's eyes, he was satisfied He walked over and handed a cup of coffee, "Only fried eggs and bread, if not enough, there is still food in the refrigerator."

"Understood, aren't you rushing to work?" After taking a swig of coffee, Feng Zhannuo fell back on the sofa, and Fiston stopped at the door, "You can go to any room, don't sleep on the sofa superior."

He did not completely restrict his freedom, as long as the range of activities is within this house, Feng Zhannuo can move freely, but this night he chose the sofa, "I have to adapt to a new environment, and where to sleep is not right for me. It makes no difference."

"It's different for me. You'd better choose a suitable room starting today." Feston didn't want this to look like a real detention, he gave him the corresponding freedom.

"Yes, of course there is no problem." Feng Zhannuo did not insist on this point, he readily agreed, took a cup of coffee, stepped on the floor barefoot, and walked towards Feston in front of the door casually, "Should I be right?" You said I wish you all the best today?"

The voice of the words gradually approached, surrounded by the aroma of coffee, he was like a thoughtful and romantic lover, his lips brushed Feston's chin, but there was something malicious in the greeting, there was still a lot of mess waiting for Feston to go to the FBI branch Solve, this is by no means an easy job.

Facing the provocation and teasing, Feston's face was tense, and he grabbed him close, almost gnashing his teeth, "Thank you."

The kiss that still had the smell of shaving water and the aroma of coffee blended together heavily. Firston moved the coffee cup between them. This was their first good morning kiss. This kiss was full of fragrance, and A little gunpowder smell.

He didn't get mad at what Feng Zhannuo did, he didn't stop the ending that he had expected long ago, but that tape did have a certain impact, so he had to clean up the mess for what he did.

If that's the price of keeping ghosts, Felston has to pay for it.

Nostrils intertwine, this good morning kiss is developing in a dangerous direction, Feng Zhannuo's kiss is getting deeper and deeper, Feston's hand goes down his waist unconsciously, ever since this inexplicable relationship between them The relationship gradually became clear, and the possibility of accidental shooting continued to rise. On the contrary, Feston kept a distance from Feng Zhannuo, but this did not mean that he did not want to have physical contact with him.

In fact, the flames of desire flared up out of the blue at times, to the point where Felston began to wonder if he was becoming abnormal.

Finally, he let go, "Stay at home, don't try to open that door, don't forget what you promised me."

There is a door behind the bookcase, and Feng Zhannuo has already seen its existence. Even though Feston was sure that he could not take out the firearm inside, he still did not forget to add a warning.

"How can I forget, I promised to stay until the matter is resolved, and I will make it right. My safety depends on you." It is difficult to guess how true this sentence is. With a chic smile, he watched Feston leave.

They say goodbye like a pair of real cohabiting lovers, and the figure behind the curtain becomes a ghost again, blending into the whole space, as if it never existed.

The FBI branch building, the glass windows reflect light in the sun.

When Feston arrived at the door of the office, everything in it appeared in his eyes, of course including the doubts in the eyes of his subordinates when they greeted each other. Several people gathered in the middle office area, arguing over something, "This matter Haven’t reported it yet? Of course it can’t be reported! If Director Folkoff knows that the boss uses this method... no, this will implicate our entire ST team!"

Jonathan lowered his voice as much as possible, but he could still hear what he was saying. Next to him was Derek with a solemn expression, "The ghost is a difficult character, he deliberately let us hear that recording, but that doesn't mean anything... …Yes or no?"

He hesitated to ask. Hans has a deep research on fraud cases and is used to all kinds of tricks. After thinking about it, he didn't think this kind of trick was anything but shocking at the beginning, "Anyway, the ghost was taken from the boss by the boss. He was thrown from the window, and he was almost caught. Although the boss's approach was a bit ruthless, but—”

"Hans! We are the FBI!" Derek slapped the table, and the surroundings fell silent. Yes, they are the FBI.

How can the FBI use this method to set up a situation to catch the murderer?Even if it was to be laid out, it should be fake, but those people who were shot by the ghosts were real corpses.

In the heavy atmosphere, the sound of footsteps came from far and near, and when he found out who was standing at the door, Derek clenched his fist tightly, and slowly retracted his hand on the table, "...Boss."

Steady footsteps, Feston was the same as when he went to work, except that he didn't bring coffee in his hand, put down his briefcase, he looked around at the young faces, they were not much different from Feston's age, but in In Feston's eyes, they are still too young.

"Do you want to catch the murderer?" He asked this sentence immediately, and the others didn't understand, so Jonathan was the first to answer, "Of course!"

"If you want to catch a murderer, don't worry about what means to use, put down your self-righteous airs, some rules must be followed, and some rules you can break when necessary, as long as you have a clear conscience." This is not like explaining, but more like Teach and admonish.

Loosening the collar of his shirt, Fieston faced the air conditioner. Under the rolled up cuffs were bruises from the last fight with Feng Zhannuo. The subordinates did not evade their doubts at all, "Don't tell me that you have never crossed the line when catching criminals. You are all elites transferred from various departments and have faced various crimes. In this process, who can stand up? Tell me, he never did anything against the internal manual?"

The loud questioning echoed in the quiet office. Facing Fieston's gaze, everyone turned their eyes away. Those eyes seemed to see through everything, and they were unable to answer.

Of course they can't. The reason why these people were selected by Feston is not accidental, and it's not just because they are elites. Inside the FBI, there are at least dozens of competent subordinates to choose from, but Feston only chose Of course, the reason for these dozen or so is not that simple.

Whether it's Jonathan, Hans, Derek, Roper, Clyde... They have all handled some cases in their original departments that they had to use special means to solve, not all of them violated the law, but the common point is that they None of them did things according to the routine, they were eager to solve the case, and they were forced to get helpless in order to obtain evidence. For various reasons, they also used some informal channels to solve the problem.

This is not officially allowed, but there are such police officers in every police station in every state. This method is tacitly understood by everyone. As long as the above does not conduct internal investigations, the case can be closed, and the final result is good. No one will come to trouble. , then everyone will be happy.

But Feston did research. Before selecting candidates, he studied everyone's files. He didn't say this to his face. No one would like to be observed naked under a microscope.

"Nothing is absolute. I hope that my team members are all people who uphold principles, but I ask you to give up principles when necessary!" His sharp eyes swept across the faces, and Feston's words shook everyone. Man, they couldn't believe it.

Only then did Jonathan feel that he knew something about their boss, but, "When is it necessary, when?" He didn't understand.

"For example, to catch criminals, or to save their lives." Feston's answer was unexpected. He even asked them to give up their principles in order to save their lives. Ask any high-level, and they will tell you that the interests of the country are above all else. Command, and sacrifice the individual when necessary.

"No order is more important than human life. You are agents of the state, but you are also the children of your parents, the lovers of your girlfriends. I don't ask to catch every criminal in the world. It's impossible, but I ask you to do it every time. Go all out, you just do it for me!"

Everyone stared blankly at Fieston, as if they were getting to know him for the first time. Yes, they never knew him, but they all admired him until the tape incident broke out. Only at this time did I really tell them the original intention of the establishment of the ST group.

"The ST team belongs to the FBI, but it does not belong to any department. You are selected by me, and you are directly under my jurisdiction. You can use extraordinary methods in extraordinary times and extraordinary cases. I am your leader, and I am the ST team. I am responsible for everything that happened here, including my own actions, so put aside your conflicts, no one needs to inform the superiors about this matter, I will write a report to explain everything."

After saying this, Feston walked to his seat, buried his head and flipped through the documents in his hand as usual.