Love Killer

Feng Zhannuo raised his gaze unexpectedly, while Fieston closed his eyes half-closed, his iron-like expression was deep and unpredictable.

At the beginning, this shouldn't be considered a kiss, he just blocked his mouth, acting too much would attract the attention of the other party, but then there seemed to be some changes, I couldn't say whether it was good or bad, but it was completely weird .

Neither of them moved, as if the action was frozen, but the overlapping lips could clearly feel each other's breath. This kiss, which was not considered a kiss, contained a strong smell of tobacco and alcohol, other than that It is the smell of gunpowder, like a mixture of blood plasma and death, slightly cold in the scorching heat, purely masculine with obvious aggressiveness.

If it was in the past, telling Feston that he would lie on the same bed with a suspect in disheveled clothes, and even kiss, he would laugh a few times, and the way he looked at the other party after laughing alone should be enough to make people regret Own nonsense.

But it has reached this point, he wants to see what this ghost that no one can catch before has any abilities, so he is not as annoyed as Feng Zhannuo thought, and even his anger quickly calmed down.

It became a real kiss, and there was an exchange of lips and tongues, or... should I say confrontation.

Feng Zhannuo is a master at it. Unexpectedly, this detective who should not have much time for social activities seems to be very used to flirting. The movement of Feston sucking the tip of his tongue is just right, matching with the faint touch of his palm , if he were a woman, he would definitely moan with pleasure now.

Going down along Feston's waistline, when he was about to touch the gun, his hands were held down, the angle was turned, and the seemingly intimate movements continued. Feston's eyes showed that he had fully guessed his plan.

It seemed impossible to use the agent's gun.

He withdrew his hand and gave up the plan just now, and thrust the tip of his tongue into the opponent's mouth violently. Fieston's eyes darkened, and his fitted lower body suddenly pressed against him, as if it was a warning, making Feng Zhannuo clearly feel the change, and then The development is a little out of control...

The bed sheet made a slight friction sound, and the breathing between them could be heard under the sheet, and it began to become rapid. The fact is that Feng Zhannuo saw that Feston Kaida, like him, was more likely to have feelings for the same sex at the first time, As for the same kind, it is always easy for people to feel close, let alone in such a tense time.

Feng Zhannuo looked outside the door out of the corner of his eye, and at a distance of more than ten feet, the group of people were still swearing around, turning his head and panting, his lips were almost numb, and kissing Feston was actually very sensational , an exciting feeling like never before.

"Why don't you use your own gun? Afraid of being arrested on the spot?" Looking from the outside, it should look like he was talking about love. Feston buried his head on his shoulder, and when he asked him in a deep voice, there seemed to be nothing on his neck. peck kiss.

They were kissing while being interrogated, how ridiculous, he hugged his neck cooperatively, "You can entrust me now."

The guns of the two of them were under the quilt. As long as he used Feston's gun to kill people, no matter what name Feston Al Qaeda had or what position he was in, internal investigation would be unavoidable.

And his gun, once he used it, it would be a criminal evidence, "I'm not stupid, what we're doing now doesn't involve any emotional components, you don't expect me to get so hot-headed that I sell myself just because of a kiss, do you?"

People outside couldn't hear the whispering sound, but there was no result so far. This room still attracted Barton's attention, "Who saw Lilith? She said that kid is here, but where is the person now?!"

Lilith's body has long been taken to a safe place by Bob, and it is estimated that no one will find it in a short time. A few burly white men with crew-shaven heads came out of various passages in twos and threes, "Maybe that bitch has been with you for a long time." The man ran away, let us come here for nothing!"

"Don't fucking talk nonsense! Lilith is serious about Adam, she said that the kid must be right here! Take him out and ask him who paid him to kill Adam!" Barton was extremely popular in Adam's group. Status, he is under Adam, so no one dares to refute his words.

"Look again!" Barton is a fat man. He stood alone in the passage and occupied almost all the space. When everyone dispersed, he squinted his eyes and looked back and forth on this floor, sniffing his nose vigorously like a dog, " Who of you smells it? It smells like blood..."

Lilith's blood——Feng Zhannuo glanced at the carpet, there was a spot of blood seeping into the brown carpet, the spread was not obvious, and it was covered with the coat that Feston took off just now, so no one noticed it before.

Is it a coincidence, or did Feston Kaida do it on purpose... When his eyes touched Feston's resolute chin, Feng Zhannuo couldn't be sure. is a killer, and he's an FBI.

"Who is in here? Didn't I tell you to arrest everyone?" Passing through the wide open door, Barton slammed his handle on the door. Laughing, "Ben, you are not afraid of those gays, are you?"

"I'm afraid I'll be infected!" The young man called Ben blushed and shouted with a thick neck. As Adam's confidant, Barton knew about their leader's affairs. Hearing him say this, he turned back out of a sense of loyalty to the dead. Cursed, "Damn, shut up!"

He kicked the young man named Ben into the room, "Whatever is going on in there, get them out!"

"Didn't you send people to monitor here? Where are your people?" Feng Zhannuo was familiar with the FBI's way of doing things, and Feng Zhannuo hugged Feston's neck. No matter how dangerous his tone was, at least it looked lingering.

Someone came in, and the sound of footsteps soon reached the bed. Feston is now holding his waist, facing the window. The police car downstairs is still parked, but the person is gone. Called away."

A police officer with more than ten years of experience in handling cases was regarded as inexperienced by Feston, but a police officer who would be easily lured away by gang members is indeed not very experienced. Fortunately, Feston continued, "Dragging Now that it’s not right, it’s time to come back.”

"Are you using me to delay time and want your people to wipe out the Adam Group?" Feng Zhannuo was satisfied when he found out Feston's real intention to help him. A person who should be troublesome for you is helping you. At first, I didn't believe that Feston would be so kind.

"Don't you also use me to get you out of trouble? And Adam was killed by you, you should make up for it." The bed sheet was lifted, and the shadow of Fiston's downward gaze suddenly became brighter, as bright as a gun Flame from the mouth.

It was indeed fire, Feng Zhannuo finally fired, the first shot, the light bulb was extinguished, the lights outside were brighter than the room, the light from the muzzle of the gun flashed across Feston's eyes, the gun rang, the lights Annihilation, screams, groans, and the sound of falling to the ground, all of these happened in just a few seconds.

This cunning guy didn't want him to see the murder scene. No matter whether he could catch him or not, he would not leave any evidence that could be blackmailed.

Not sure whether it was out of admiration or interest, Feston twitched the corner of his mouth. He sat up from the bed without making a move. He drew out his gun and hid behind the wardrobe in the corner of the room. After adapting to the darkness, he found It was full of people, and Barton's size was the most obvious, and the others scattered out the door seeing that the situation was not right.

There was another person standing, the light outside made his hair lighten, his standing posture was chic, like a model, but the movement of holding a gun made him stand out, the cold-blooded expression covered by politeness and smile gradually emerged in the darkness, " Feston Al Qaeda, in order to avoid future troubles, do you think I should kill you?"

Slow and melodious, if the murderous intent was removed, Feston would find this ghost's voice very pleasant, "In order to prevent you from being thrown into prison by me one day in the future, I suggest you try it." His muzzle and He is relative.

Similar scenes, but the atmosphere is more tense. From the lifting of the bed sheet to the gunshot, the people in Barton have not seen who is on the bed. The gunfight has already happened. It only takes a few minutes until now. The local police quickly When we arrived, we heard gunshots, so we didn't need to wait this time, and rushed in to arrest people.

Feng Zhannuo must leave now, and Feston once again became his stumbling block, as if he could not get rid of him no matter what means he tried, even if he had the upper hand, it was within Feston's expectation.

The curtains fluttered, and the lights reflected the two figures in the dark night. They knew that the other party was not weak, and neither of them planned to shoot first. If they changed their identities and occasions, the situation might be different based on their admiration for the other party. .

"People are dying, how can I open this hotel!" Old Bob came in with a flashlight, and there were several policemen behind him, "Look, there are dead people all over the place, my God, I have never seen them in my life So many dead people!"

The light of the flashlight shone on Feston, and the dazzling light flashed by. This was a good opportunity. Feng Zhannuo jumped out of the window, and the floating curtains in his hands became the best tool. Swing to the safety ladder outside the back building. These are two adjacent buildings, both of which are old-fashioned buildings. The distance is very close, and the rusty safety ladder is just outside the building.

"Agent Al Qaeda, are you here too?!" Seeing Fieston standing at the window under the light of the flashlight, several policemen who were familiar with him asked in surprise, and the person lying on the ground who should have died suddenly let out a painful cry. Moaning, "Help... me..."

It was Fat Patton, the bullet missed the vitals, and hit the shoulder, only half an inch away from the artery, "He's not dead!" The policeman yelled excitedly after pressing his pulse.

Button is not dead. As the core member of Adam William's group, he is more useful alive than dead. As long as relevant information is obtained from him, the case can be closed.

The police officers began to clean up the scene, and no one asked why Feston Kaida appeared here in disheveled clothes. Faced with other people's secret doubts and guesses, he seemed not to explain, picked up his coat from the ground, and walked slowly After tidying up his shirt and tie, he finally borrowed a gun among the evidence.

The gun was supposed to be the murder weapon, but Feston sent it to a lab, where no fingerprints were obtained.