Love Killer

Feston's lips were still a little dry. He moistened them with his lips and tongue. The tongue in his mouth brushed against his teeth to absorb his saliva. After they kissed each other desperately on the hospital bed, both of them breathed a little short. , Feng Zhannuo took off his glasses, "When will you be discharged from the hospital?"

"Hurry up, we need to do another check." Watching him get out of bed, Fiston took the water he handed over, "My people haven't let go yet, so you have to be careful, they might not be your opponents, But it might get in your way."

"You want me not to kill them?" Leaning on the table by the window, he crossed his arms and raised his eyebrows, "You owe me one more favor."

"Even if I don't tell you, would you attack them? You don't kill the police." Feston said with certainty that he had already discovered this.

"As long as it is not urgent, no one wants to provoke the police, it will cause trouble, of course, except for killers like me, if the situation has to, what to do, I will do." So at the beginning he made up his mind to kill Lost the man in front of her, but what happened?

He said frankly that he was a killer, and his confident smile was unbelievable. It was this man with a pleasing smile who took the lives of many people. Feston was surprised to find that he did not dislike this fact, even though Feng Zhannuo killed many people.

When did it start? His moral standards have been lowered, and Feng Zhannuo may be the only exception, "This time it's true, Jonathan and the others have found new clues, and they may trace your origin from the beginning. You have to be prepared .”

Emaciated due to excessive blood loss, Feston's facial contours appear deeper, making this already sharp and serious face more resolute, pulling the window to the hospital bed, the incandescent lamp casts a bright white of light.

Feng Zhannuo stared at his face, left the table and stood up straight, "Track it from the beginning? What did they find?"

"It's rare to see you so nervous." Sitting up from the bed, Feston's eyes flickered slightly, "Actually, those are the clues I have traced, about the origin of the scars on your hands, the fire, and the orphan With these, you can find out what happened more than 20 years ago, and maybe you can find your past."

"You are so troublesome! Feston!" He was very annoyed, "Why do you still need to investigate those things? If you don't investigate now, is it your turn? Tell you, no matter who provokes me first, I will not Show mercy."

He turned into an angry smile, with a cold smile, he was still the ghost, Fieston walked up to him and pressed his shoulder, "Do you want me to tell them that because the relationship between us is extraordinary, I want them to let you go?" ?”

"Then it's not you." Feng Zhannuo shook his head without taking a breath, just being suppressed, "Of course, you wouldn't do that, you are Feston Kaida, and you will always distinguish between public and private." This is appreciation Also mocking.

"If possible, I don't want you to confront each other head-on. I believe in your ability. Don't let my men get into trouble, and don't let yourself suffer losses. Can you do it?" There was a problem, but Feston believed him have this ability.

A few inches apart, under the deeply wrinkled brows, Feston's expression can be regarded as melancholy, Feng Zhannuo could have laughed at him, because he himself made the status quo turn into this way, but after thinking about it, the current situation is his own. Seems to be responsible too.

"You really think highly of me." He snorted coldly.

"After I leave the hospital, I will find a way to get them to divert the direction of the investigation. I don't think they can go directly to trouble you. I just want to tell you first, so that you don't blame me in the future." There is a killer lover, this is probably Feston The biggest weakness.

"Blame you? Forget it." Feng Zhannuo hugged a chair and sat down, "Your situation is more troublesome than mine. You are sandwiched between your subordinates and me. If we fight and lose, I don't know what you will be. expression."

"I hope something like this never happens." Feston didn't take it as a joke, and his expression was serious.

The slow and heavy voice slowly spread, entangled in the ward, and Feng Zhannuo's relaxed expression could no longer be maintained, "What does it feel like to be caught in the cracks?"

"You really want to know?" Feston's eyes moved to his face.

He shook his head, "No, forget it."

"Actually, I understand very well that I have put you in a very difficult situation for the FBI to go to such lengths for me, and what you have done to help me. Fighting against your subordinates only makes your position harder." He was not a hothead.

He was thinking about him from his standpoint, the worry on Feston's face faded and turned into a smile, "Zhannuo..."

"No need to say anything." Stopping him from going on, Feston didn't speak anymore, but in front of Feng Zhannuo's eyes, Feston's smile continued, under this smile, those sharp edges and corners were softened, The joy shown by this tough man is so obvious.

He walked behind him, leaned down, and kissed the top of his hair. Feng Zhannuo touched Feiston's hair with his raised hand and stroked it with his palm. His short, hard hair was just like Feiston's, so he had I used to call him Caesar at the time, and he fits the title very well.

Feston tightened his arms around him, "No matter what they find, I won't let them become evidence against you, you can rest assured."

"No, I changed my mind. It doesn't matter. Even if my past is found out, I believe there is nothing missing. You FBI are not the first to track me down." Let go of your hand, Feng Zhannuo Standing up, his slightly slanted eyes have the cunning and coldness of a killer under the white light.

"That day when you left my ward, I noticed that you didn't look right on that female killer's expression. Do you know her?" Although he was so sure about what Jonathan said and believed that they would not be able to grasp Feng Zhannuo's weakness, Fei Si Of course, Dun is not completely relieved.

"Sure enough, it's Feston Al Qaeda, and it still hasn't escaped your attention." If Feston was his former partner, it would be quite a tricky matter, "What did you all find out?"

"A killer organization that adopts orphans from all over the world, trains them, and turns them into killing machines." Fieston stood in front of the window, with curtains that blocked the sun and the sight of the outside world in front of him, his voice rang Shen, just like his mood when he found out about this matter.

"You found this?" Standing in front of the window with him, Feng Zhannuo also looked at the opposite window, the light blue curtains reflected a layer of ice blue in his eyes.

"That's where you came from. Although you have almost no connection with that organization, I don't think I guessed wrong." Turning his head, Feston saw his fixed gaze, as if he was reminiscing about something.

"Careful verification, bold assumptions, it seems that you have done a good job." Without moving his eyes, Feng Zhannuo took a long breath, "That's right, a killer organization, it was the strictest and largest killer organization at that time, serving Customers range from the president to ordinary people, as long as they have money, they can buy the best quality service, and of course its reputation is also very good.”

"But it's still disintegrated." Observing his expression, Feston wanted to understand his past, and this intention was not concealed.

"Yes, it doesn't exist anymore." He chuckled, and the laughter was secretive, but Feng Zhannuo still looked at Shang Wai, resting his eyes on the curtain that couldn't see anything, "I don't want to say anything more More, okay?"

His cold tone didn't affect Feston, "Well, if you don't want to say it now, you don't have to say it, but you will tell me one day."

Pulling him over from the window, Feston's embrace has the heat of a human body, he doesn't ask anymore, if it will make Feng Zhannuo have bad memories, he won't ask any more.

Feng Zhannuo originally thought that he would get to the bottom of it, but what he was greeted with was such a hug, what else could he say.

The coldness on his lips faded away, and he raised his eyebrows slightly and teased, "You're getting better at coaxing people. Did you get any injections or special medicines in the hospital? Did the nurse give you special service?"

"Don't talk nonsense." Blaming him for his inappropriate choice of words, Feston slapped his hip and let him go.

Burning pain, "Again?" He twisted Feston's arm and pressed him onto the hospital bed, "Have you figured out when I'll be handcuffed to bed?" Biting his ear, his breath was hot.

"Your house or my house?" The killer's residence will not be known to many people, and Feston has not been to his house yet.

"Want to go to my place?" He heard what he meant.

"If you are reluctant, I can do it there." No longer pressing, Feston took a step back.

He thought for a while, "I will take you there, but before that, you have to save your life."

"It's not difficult." The hand shot knocked him away, and the scene changed in the next second. He fell heavily on the bed. Feston pressed his arms, "Come be my bodyguard, protect me 24 hours a day."

Looking down with a serious look in his eyes.