Love Killer

"You are Feng Zhannuo." Feston said so, staring at him with raised brows and downcast eyes, still wearing tinted lenses, brown eyes conveying some kind of deep and profound emotion.

"And you are Feston Kaida." Looking at him clearly, Feng Zhannuo put away his smile. Behind the two of them was a van that exploded and caught fire. The fire brigade was still putting out the fire, and looked back. He touched Fieston's shoulder, "Let's go back."

Phantom is the code name of the killer, and to Feston, he is just Feng Zhannuo. They don't know when, they don't need to say it too clearly, they can understand the meaning of what the other party said.

Just like the tacit understanding when encountering a crisis, their way of thinking is similar, they have too much in common, but they have different identities. Maybe this is a joke made by God. When order and killing come together, it is difficult to predict what will greet them next What will it be.

Butcher is dead, but it doesn't end there, be careful with everything.

Driving on the street, Feng Zhannuo held the gun in his hand, and Feston paid attention to whether there was anyone following him. Maybe the death of the butcher was a warning, and no suspicious persons or vehicles appeared.

In the vigilant silence, Jonathan's words came to mind, the killer's past... The ST team is one step closer to the "ghost".

When he got home, Feston first checked the arrangement before going out to make sure that no one had sneaked in, and threw the key on the table, "What's going on with that killer organization, do you want to wait for me to check before you tell me, or do you want to tell me now?" just say?"

Folding his arms, his serious expression and gloomy expression fully explained his mood at the moment, "I'm waiting for you to tell me, but I'm very disappointed, what you know now comes from Jonathan's mouth, so you don't have anything to think about it." said?"

Explaining, or evading the question, this doesn't seem to be in line with his own style, Feng Zhannuo put down the bag of clothes, took off his coat, put the gun within reach, and sat down, "I didn't seem to ask Live your past."

You can ask, and I can tell you whatever you want to know. In contrast, you also have to tell me, what is the relationship between these killers and you, and what is going on with your organization. "As if it was a fair deal, Feston threw down his dusty suit, and he was that Feston again, with deep eyes that seemed to see through people, making them invisible.

"Does the past have anything to do with the present? Why should we pursue the past? People only want to look at the present and the future." Leaning on the back of the sofa, Feng Zhannuo spread his hands, "Anyway, your people will also investigate, and use Can I tell you?"

The corners of the raised eyes were sharp. He didn't like others to interfere in his affairs. Feston could see his displeasure. Not only did he feel displeased about this matter, Feng Zhannuo also felt the same.

"Don't forget that you are being transported. We all know that it is impossible for you to prevent the police from investigating you. It will be a matter of time. I could put the case on hold before..."

"Then I should thank you more?" Interrupting Feston, he stood up, "Do you want me to thank you, Team Leader Al Qaeda?" A sarcastic smile filled his face.

Feston stepped forward and grabbed his collar, one word at a time, "What did you call me?" The hand pressed tightly on the back of his head seemed to crush his neck bone.

"Want to listen to it again?" With a sneer, he suddenly raised his hand and twisted Fieston's wrist, and the eyes of both sides seemed to be burning with anger.

Gradually, Felston's eyes suddenly darkened, "Call me Captain Al-Qaeda, is that what you want to say?" His deep eyes were as oppressive as his voice, and he looked at him coldly.

Feng Zhannuo remained silent. He caused him to be suspended, causing his subordinates to distrust him, causing the entire ST team to lose the authority to handle the case, and almost half-paralyzed. Although this was Feston's own choice, did he? No responsibility?

After taking a breath, he let go of his hand. Finally, he still had reason and didn't repeat the title that distanced their relationship. In his opinion, Feston was not as calm as others thought, at least in front of him. no.

The hand on the back of the neck also slowly relaxed, but still maintained a considerable strength. His fingers were inserted into his hair, and Feston held the hair at the back of his head, "Remember, I don't want your thanks!"

The sight that hit deeply into the pupils of the eyes quickly ignited the flames in the killer's eyes. He wrapped his arms around Feston's shoulders and tightened them suddenly, but Feston bit down on his chin hard, and the scorching breath blowing against him kept rising and falling. On the Adam's apple, the footsteps standing beside the sofa were unsteady, and the back suddenly hit the armrest of the sofa.

"Even if you want to thank me, I only accept that you thank me in this way—"

Hearing the remaining emotion in the words, Feston's movements were not gentle at all, he raised his face and bit his neck, leaving a series of deep red kiss marks.

The pain and burning sensation on the surface of the skin surged up together, and he pushed off Feston's shirt, he rubbed his chest hard in a courteous manner, lifted his suppressed leg, and pushed it against Feston's abdomen, "Thanks, of course It's going to be my way."

Dodging the attack and rolling down from the sofa, Feston stretched out his hand violently and brought him down on the floor together. The entangled limbs struggled silently in the confrontation, and they fought back and forth in the battle, and finally got away with it. The eagle preyed on the prey, Feston's powerful legs imprisoned Feng Zhannuo's freedom, and his lowered head blocked his mouth.

The hot temperature rises with the breath.

Feston stroked his hair, fingers entangled in his hair, Feng Zhannuo's hair was about two inches longer than it was a few months ago, it was not cut short on purpose, but it was because of the shipping order , although not many people will notice the resemblance to him in the sketch on the shipping order, but in order to conceal his features, he deliberately let his hair grow a few inches longer than the original.

The hair that grows behind the ears is handsome and elegant when it is combed neatly, but it is much more casual when it is messy. He is more like a male model than before, like those people who walk on the runway and receive the attention of spotlights. Firston The fingers holding his hair began to tighten, forcing him to tilt his head back to allow his kiss to extend down.

There was still a burning pain on his lips. It seemed that Feston was really angry this time, but he didn't understand where this anger came from at first, "Hey, do you want to play a rape scene today?"

"Do you want to be raped?" Unbuttoning his belt, Feston pulled his pants down, and the coldness of the floor was stuck to the skin, and he simply tore Feston's shirt, "Say it first , no matter how you play, I will repay you twice in a while."

Eagle eyes raised, "Playing? Do you think I am playing with you?" With dark eyes, "You still have something to say to me, it seems that you will say it after we have finished 'playing', right?"

The topic that was supposed to be discussed didn't know why, and when it deviated from the direction, he couldn't remember it, and then he understood, "Do you want to talk while doing it?" This is like an invitation.

"You—" Shaking his head, as if he couldn't describe it, Feston lowered his head and pinched his jaw open, rolling his tongue in.

The gentle and violent kiss swept the entire mouth, the inner wall was licked, Feng Zhannuo let out a low moan from his nasal cavity, Feston's hand moved on his waist, and the person under him suddenly hugged him tightly, A tumble.

The posture was reversed, he buried his head on Feston's neck, and with the kiss, his voice was indistinct, "Hey, I don't mistrust you..." There was a slight pause, "It's just that I'm not used to it...you know, I never need Share stories from the past with people."

The voice that fell to my ears along with the kiss was dull, without any hint of jokes, it didn’t need to be shared with others, and it couldn’t be shared. Killers are destined to be a lonely profession, for the sake of safety.

He suddenly understood the reason for Feston's anger just now. He never mentioned his past, about the killer organization, about his former companions. Of course, it seemed to Feston that he was hiding it.

"I won't say that I have my reasons. Anyway, it's not a pleasant thing, but anyway, you will know sooner or later. Let me tell you first. If I don't tell you, who else can I tell?" With a self-deprecating smile, "Anyway, Your circumstances are more normal than mine, and I don't think my story will please you."

"I want to understand that they are not for making me happy, and I can do the happy things later." Firston patted his waist, "Get up, don't you feel it?"

"What does it feel like?" Of course he felt it, how could they not feel it when they were stuck together like this.

"You're hurt." It's impossible to keep sticking like this, suppressing the desire, Felston pulled him to stand up together, "See, there is a hole in your clothes." He pointed to the coat he took off. A torn hole.

No wonder there was a pain in his back, he thought he just hit the iron gate.

"It should have been hooked by wire." Immediately thinking about what was going on, Feng Zhannuo thought it was no big deal, but Fieston didn't think so, "It's a rusty wire, you need some medicine."

He went to a spot on the top floor of the kitchen and took down the medicine box, and held out his hand, "Come here."

"Okay, sir." Feng Zhannuo sighed, went there and hugged a chair, with the back of the chair forward, and sat down with his back facing Fieston, "I believe the wound is not too big, are you a little fussy?" ?”

Feston threw the vest he took off in front of him, "The wound is not big, but it's deep, you can see for yourself." There was blood on it, which had already melted, not too much, but not too little.

After cleaning the wound first, Feng Zhannuo felt a tingling pain when the potion was applied, as if the tingling pain was not on his body, which he had long been used to, but Feston's movements became lighter, "Still Well, better than I thought, not too serious."

"Those people came out of the same orphanage as me." His nose was filled with the smell of potion, he leaned on the backrest in front of him with both hands, and said suddenly.

Feston paused, then continued, "The orphanage that was destroyed by fire?"