Love Killer

"Long time no see, did you enjoy your vacation?" Although Feng Zhannuo's body was covered with a quilt, enough evidence could be found from his bare upper body, those hickey marks, and those after-passion proofs.

Bob looked at him, then at Feston, this kind of action always seems to happen to people who know their relationship, as if they don't know how to connect it all, "What kind of vacation, no kidding! That kind of vacation forget it!"

"I'm a wanted criminal, do you want me to remind you? The one in front of you is a wanted criminal. Just when you slept with this policeman, do you know what I'm doing? I'm trying my best to find out information for you! You This kid!" Old Bob was angry like an angry bull, but the person involved was completely unaffected by this matter, Feng Zhannuo calmly showed an apologetic expression, and Feston picked him up from the ground and took off. Throw the dropped clothes on the bed. "Go take a shower and put on your clothes." Turning around, he gestured to Bob again, "You might as well wait outside first."

As if it was a perfectly normal meeting, this was a suggestion, and it was best for others to follow, Bob threw the empty gun in his hand, "Anyway, you're all in bed now, and I don't need to reload it, Feston Kaida , for this kid's sake, you have to remove me from the wanted list."

There is no need to pretend to be an innocent and good citizen. After all, Bob was a middleman and knew how to use all the opportunities in front of him. Feng Zhannuo remembered this and he never said to Feston, "It's my fault, I forgot Yes, about Bob being wanted..."

"He's wanted because of you, but the name doesn't mean you can just withdraw it." As Bob expected, Fiston's answer was very official, but then he went on to say: "I can only ask someone to go after I resume my job." Do it, it will take a while."

"Reinstatement? It turns out that the famous Caesar will also be dismissed." Bob gloated, "This should be your credit, Ian?"

Speaking of it, it seemed to be related to him, "Bob, you talk too much." With the sheet around his waist, Feng Zhannuo got out of bed to take a shower. He had washed it before, but now he was still covered in sweat, and there was still some bleeding. Something on his lap needed to be dealt with, and he left, leaving the two awkward identities face to face.

Bob quickly went to the living room, and Feston wore the clothes and pants he found out in the bedroom, all of which belonged to Feng Zhannuo, with a little difference in size, Feng Zhannuo was thinner than him, but the difference was not big, Men's shirts are all loose-fitting, and they don't look different on him, and they fit fairly well.

Bob was in the living room with his hands behind his back, and his chubby figure showed a serious and heavy atmosphere. When he saw Feston come out, he suddenly approached, "I heard Stephanie talk about you, until I saw it with my own eyes. I believe this is true, Feston Al Qaeda, I want to say that you succeeded, you won, but what do you really want?!"

With a low voice, Bob spoke in a hurry and depression. He really cared about Feng Zhannuo, so Feston didn’t want to make things difficult for him, “It’s not what I want, it’s that he needs a normal life, and he has the right to get it. He wants to be happy."

His answer was so direct, Bob was taken aback, and then he sneered, "What happiness can you give him? A normal life? This is not what a killer needs! Do you know someone who dies because of feelings? His name is Drem. Gran, he used to be a good killer, until he fell in love with someone, and love ruined him!"

Bob has seen too many examples like this, and his suppressed voice became a little sad, "These trained people, the only thing they need is to kill, they have never been trained how to accept a relationship."

Traces of worry can be found in Bob's cloudy eyes, he cares so much about these killers, sometimes he is like his own child, Felston seems to see Feng Zhannuo's past in his growling low growl, " I know Durham Gran, he is dead, killed by himself."

His gaze turned to the door of the bathroom, where there was still the sound of water, and it would take some time to wash off those dry marks, and Fieston had also experienced this process, and Bob's shocked expression became more obvious when he heard his words, "He told you about Gran?"

"I didn't say too much, but I know why the organization was destroyed. This Gran is just his good friend?" He actually asked the relationship between Gran and Ian in turn. Couldn't find any more emotion, but Feston seemed very concerned with the way he acted.

"They are very good friends. Since Ian didn't tell you, it's not convenient for me to tell you. You can ask him yourself." Bob made it clear that he didn't want to cooperate, and Feston stopped asking, and the living room fell into embarrassment again quiet.

Feston was wearing slippers, poured water into the cup and put it on the table. He acted very comfortable, as if he was at his own home, which made Bob very uncomfortable. How much chance does the killer's middleman have with the federal police who wanted him? face to face?Not to mention that the policeman also sealed off the hotel he managed.

There was a newspaper on the corner of the table, Feston picked it up and looked through it, Bob sat silently on the single sofa in front of the window, the faint light coming in from the gap in the window enveloped the few strands of white hair on his head Into a white halo, he looked worried.

"You get along well." Walking out of the inside, Feng Zhannuo had already put on the loose trousers he wore at home, his upper body was still naked, with a towel on his back, Felston went up and picked up the towel to dry his dripping hair Water hair, "Water on the table."

It turned out that the glass of water was prepared for Ian, Bob looked away, he should be happy for Ian, besides himself, at least someone else cares about him, but the matter is not that simple...

Clasping his hands, his two thumbs tapped each other continuously, "I have news about what you asked me to investigate."

Bob's sudden words aroused the reactions of two people at the same time, "What about those killers?" Fieston quickly connected the clues together and came to a conclusion, Feng Zhannuo nodded, "You are suspended, ask other people to investigate Not safe, Bob is the best guy, he's someone you can trust."

"It's rare to hear you say a decent word in so many years." Old Bob changed his previous attitude towards Feston, and suddenly became calm. He stood up and walked around in the living room, "Is there any wine?"

"It seems that you won't talk until you drink some." He opened the refrigerator, and he threw a can of wine over there, and Bob took it in his hand, "Beer?"

"I have nothing else here." The hair stopped dripping, Feng Zhannuo put on his clothes, remembering to change Feston's dressing, Bob watched the interaction between them, opened the jar and sang loudly, "You You drank all the wine by yourself, you always knew what you were doing and struggled with it, but now you don't need it?"

Bob told how he used to drink excessively when he was distressed, as if he told Feston on purpose, Feston immediately looked at him differently, unable to tell what the difference was, She came over and shook his hand, kissed his hair, and sat down next to him.

"The relationship between him and me is our business. If you want me to withdraw the warrant for you, of course you have to express something. Tell me what you know, Bob. If it satisfies me, I will ask someone to do this as soon as possible." Things, including the seized hotel, as long as you promise not to obstruct the investigation when a major incident occurs, I can ask people to return the hotel to you." With such a condition, Feston leaned forward slightly, this is not Just kidding, this is his promise.

The short black hair is still half-wet, and the small upturned eyes set off the edges and corners of the jaw. The current Feston looks like a dictator. Zhan Nuo crossed his arms and watched the change of expression on Bob's face.

"Are you serious?" Bob's eyes lit up, and he asked again uncertainly, "You need to know the function of that hotel—"

"To live in, of course a hotel is for people to live in. As long as you make sure that the guests inside don't cause trouble and don't do anything harmful to society, the hotel you look after is still yours, but how to get the guests back is up to you It's gone." Rather than letting uncontrolled killers scatter in various places, it's better to keep it under your nose.

Feston didn't explain clearly, but his plan was not only clear to Feng Zhannuo, but Bob could also guess it, "If I had other choices, I wouldn't agree to your condition, but unfortunately, even if I had, those There are no people, and there is no need to worry that no one will come again if it is seized, they need a place to live, and there is only that place when they are desperate."

From anger to helplessness, Bob looked at the wine jar in his hand, "The transfer station, in fact, there is a transfer station, there is a rest for those who have nowhere to go, those who need to hide, or those who are seriously injured." Place, of course, they're not all killers."

After a pause, he showed his crooked teeth, "Isn't it okay to say 'killer' now?" Alluding to the relationship between them, this is a malicious joke.

Feston did laugh, then looked at him and slowly replied, "You can rest assured that I don't have a recording and your words won't become evidence.

When he said this, Bob started to worry, and checked the surroundings without any trace, "I hope you didn't."

"Now let's talk about your affairs." After drinking the beer, Bob squeezed the can in his hand, "I have inquired, but I can't find out who is going to kill him. That only means one thing..."

"The other party is not an ordinary person." Feng Zhannuo concluded, he knows this business best, "No matter who that person is, his purpose is not just to kill you, otherwise he would not choose this time, you have already After being discharged from the hospital, it is not as easy to do as before, but there are still people who come to die."

"If... suppose the other party's goal is not me?" Feston's words were unexpected, Feng Zhannuo was taken aback, seeing the sharp light flashing in his gray eyes, "Suppose his goal is not me, but to borrow our Get rid of those people by hand."

After speaking, the two faced each other, shocked by the possibility.

Bob squeezed the beer can out with one hand, "Why didn't I expect that? Could it be that the people from the organization are back?!" The squashed can fell on the ground and made a click, like a bullet being loaded.