Love Killer

It doesn’t matter how Feston Kaida thinks of him. Thinking of Bob’s words, Feng Zhannuo began to ponder whether he was really too careless this time. You must know that letting an FBI get so close is absolutely nothing to a killer good thing.

Shouldn't it be time to consider a solution once and for all... He pressed his hand on his waist, and felt the hard touch he was used to. A black holster was exposed from the wind-blown coat, and the azure blue seemed to reflect the sky. His eyes, like the weather at the moment, rolled up darkly.

In fact, Feng Zhannuo is very clear that that man will not give up. Sooner or later, his case will fall into Fieston's hands. At that time...

Picking up the car nearby, Feng Zhannuo turned across Roosevelt Street and drove out along Riverside Boulevard. The black Porsche slowly merged into the traffic flow. No one knew that the handsome man in the driver's seat was a killer by profession. His direction was toward Along Michigan Avenue, which is the downtown area and where the FBI branch is located.

"I've never seen the boss attach so much importance to a criminal. No matter how sacred this ghost is, he should pray to God from now on, and it's best that no case falls into the hands of the boss." In the FBI branch office building, the entire eighteenth floor The floors belonged to the ST group. Everyone was discussing "ghost" almost all morning. After lunch, Jonathan was making coffee for everyone.

His words received a lot of approval. Since the establishment of their group, they have captured many powerful characters, but none of them have been treated so differently by their group leader as they are now.

Feston knocked on the table, "What did you find out about the woman Lilith?" After finishing his cold coffee, he called Derek.

"According to what the boss said, assuming that she and the ghost are not just customers, by investigating her interpersonal relationship, I found that they had no intersection before this incident. I found out about a bar called 'Red Lips' from an informant, There, she was seen interacting with a tall and thin man, that man was not Adam, but probably the ghost we were looking for."

No photo of Feng Zhannuo could be found in the information database, and Derek could only be identified based on the sketch portrait drawn from the verbal description, "It is said that Lilith called him Nuoyi at the time."

"Whether his name is Noi or not, I suspect that our ghost has Asian blood, not sure if it is Japanese or Chinese. Many people in the store remembered him at the time, but they all said he was Caucasian." Hearing everyone's booing at the table, Derek scratched his red hair and quickly argued, "No way, the time was too short, and based on the combination of details we saw, we could only draw like this.

"Who drew this?" Fearing his brows, Feston looked dissatisfied.

This sketch is not like that. He stared at the photocopied paper in front of him. The outline is similar, which is very similar to the one in memory, but the person in the portrait does not smile, and lacks the free and easy temperament. The hairstyle is correct, but the eyes are too narrow. The bridge of the nose is not high enough, and the lines at the corners of the mouth are too rough...

"Ask someone to repaint it." There is no room for negotiation.

No matter how much Derek explained, it was useless, and he kept calling for grievances, "I made up the balance after a long time of recollection! Boss! How else can you change it?"

"Raise the corners of the mouth, elongate the eyes, pay attention to the eyes, don't forget that he is a killer, you have all seen him, then draw his characteristics!" Everyone didn't understand why Feston was so strict, his His eyebrows were tightly frowned, and his voice might be hoarse due to not sleeping all night or excessive smoking. The hoarse tone was more tense than usual, making everyone nervous together.

Derek quickly admitted his mistake, but his begging for mercy had no effect in front of Feston. Feston rubbed the center of his brows, and the murderous face in that smile was deeply imprinted in his mind. These things are no different from garbage.

With a big wave of his hand, the stack of photocopied paper finally found its final destination, and it was all fed to the shredder. He glanced at Feston's unmoved face, and saw that his few hours of results were gone, Derek Derek sighed and muttered, "Why don't I have the memory of the boss, that's all I can remember, that guy is very pale, tall and thin, with his looks he can sell his face."

"It's okay to be a model. Some brand designers want this thin type now. This is called intellectuality, understand?"

In order to facilitate the movement, the group of more than a dozen people is all men. When it comes to muscles, everyone is joking. He had never remembered a person so clearly before, so clearly that he didn't even forget the angle when the wind blew that short brown hair.

Those lips and breath, the taste of gunpowder and tobacco, seems to be still in the mouth, chewing carefully can taste it again...

"You guys continue to investigate." After explaining, he lifted his coat, and the other members watched him walk out of the door. The car downstairs was started and drove in the direction of the North District. Feston's residence here is located at the west end of the Loop District.

"Hey, who of you has heard about the old family?" Derek suffered from an occupational disease.

"It should be a rich person, otherwise how can I afford to live there?" Hans looked enviously into the distance.

Between the North Branch of the Chicago River and Lake Michigan, the North District is mostly a high-end residential area. With Feston Al-Qaeda's position and status, he was transferred from New York to live in such a high-end apartment right away. , many people have some guesses.

"...The last time I called, it was a man who answered the phone. I don't know who it is from the boss." Jonathan said casually, and the others shook their heads to express that they didn't know. They won't live with their family members, so they should be brothers, right?But does the boss have brothers?

Feston is the only child, and there is only one other than the housekeeping staff who will be in his house. When he got home, he picked up the phone, "Will, come here."

"Miss me? And it's so urgent, it's really rare." He didn't ask him what he was doing in the past. Will on the other end of the phone was Feston's relatively stable lover, maybe he couldn't be called a lover, and he never made promises to Will. Never said anything about love.

Putting down the phone, he went to take a shower. Ten minutes later, Will's car parked at a nearby street corner. In the room, Fiston pressed him against the sofa before he even took off his clothes, and kissed him as usual.

Lips with a very clean taste, no gunpowder smell from the muzzle, and no cold feeling as if stained with blood plasma.

He touched Will's lips until Will pulled his hand away. Feston looked different from usual. This kiss seemed to be confirming and looking for something, which made him not used to it, "What are you thinking? You His expression was horrific."

When he said this, Feston's eyes became even more strange, and the gaze that fell on his lips was very strange. Will hugged him, "Don't you miss me? It's rare that you will call me to come, Fei..."

The body that suddenly pressed against him made him unable to speak further, his clothes were torn apart, even on the bed, Feston always had a cold and hard style, and it was rare that he was so eager, and Will was unexpectedly happy at the same time.

A car was parked on the other side of the lawn, and the binoculars were pointed at the floor-to-ceiling windows of the room through the car window. Under the sky where the setting sun could not be seen, the black car body was like a ghost, glowing coldly under the light.

Through the gaps in the curtains of the floor-to-ceiling windows, you can clearly see the scene in the room, and you can't even wait to go to bed. A passionate scene is being staged on the sofa in the living room, and the protagonist is Feston.

The FBI who doesn't deal with criminals, he thought he was a cold guy.

"It's quite enthusiastic, I can't tell." Feng Zhannuo said to himself in the car, and saw Feston's hand stretched into the T-shirt of a blond boy, his expression was tense with desire. Yes, the half-length hair reaches the shoulders, the muscles are very well trained, the pants are after the top is taken off...

Not long ago, when Feng Zhannuo arrived at the FBI branch building, a car passed by him and found that the person in the car was his target. Without hesitation, he followed the car and came here. Unexpectedly, A few minutes later, I saw a blond man enter this duplex single-family apartment.

The relationship between those two people is obvious, the drama in the room is very hot, Feng Zhannuo has seen how many adult performances during the mission, and continues to measure the angle, making sure that the two people will not move anytime soon On the battlefield, he put down the binoculars and took out his sniper rifle from under the seat.

The double mirror was installed by a pair of nimble hands, and Feng Zhannuo stopped for a while while aiming——

In the camera in front of him, Feston Kaida is completely naked. He is standing in front of the window. His perfectly shaped muscle curves are clearly outlined in the light and shadow. He has a strong buttocks, broad shoulders, and short clean hair that is dark brown under the light. Yes, slightly curly, exuding erotic roughness and power.

The blond young man hugged his back, and he could see that he loved him. He rubbed Felston's muscular thighs affectionately, his eyes were full of love, if he saw Felston die in front of him , I don't know what kind of expression it will be...

Feng Zhannuo smiled coldly, and slowly opened the window. The black barrel and the body of the gun merged into one in the shadow under the tree. I'm sorry, Feston Kaida, if you don't fight me, you will Had a great time with your lover, but now...

You do not deserve!You murderer!You don't know love, you don't know what love is at all!

Without any warning, Lilith's words before she died suddenly echoed in her ears. Feng Zhannuo's eyes paused, and there was an indescribable irritability in his heart. He shouldn't have thought of a dead person before making a move, or a person who had nothing to do with him. relationship dead.

Slowly adjusting his breathing, he reconfirmed the target. The two people in the room were still going on, and it seemed that they were about to get to the point. He had seen all kinds of naked people, dead and alive, men and women, usually he Will enjoy for a while, wait for the opportunity, pull the trigger, no suspense.

It was the same this time, but when he was about to press his finger, the man in the front sight suddenly turned his head!

This is the first time that Feng Zhannuo meets his target in the scope. Is Feston looking at him? !No, it's an illusion, no man is going to be vigilant in bed, and no one will spot him in this situation, no one!