He would use the fire exit to get down to the parking lot, Leo said to himself.
The black-haired agent was rushing down the stairs with a gun in his hand. He ordered that he must stop him and rescue the little girl.
In the deserted underground parking lot, Leo really saw the back in a dark green leather jacket, and the crying girl was carried on his back. "Stop! Let go of her, or I will shoot!" The agent shouted.
The other party stopped and pulled the girl off to block her chest at the moment of turning around, with the muzzle against her little head, "Shoot, see if your bullet is fast, or her brain blasts out fast! "The strong brown-haired man is confident.
The situation is at a stalemate. Federal agents were too slow to pull the trigger, and the fugitive who had held the shield backed cautiously, only a few meters away from an SUV with an open door behind him.
"Help... Mom... Help me..." The little girl struggled desperately, her cries echoing harshly between the concrete walls.
"Hush, sweetheart, your voice is too loud. I like children who are behaved and quieter. They choke even when they cry. That's really cute." The brown-haired man whispered to her ear, his voice low. Soft and cruel, the eyes sunken under the brow bone flashed with fanatic gloom, as if braving the gloomy swamp of boiling slurry.
"Let her go, Tudor, let her go, there is still room for discussion between us," the agent said.
"No~no~no." The fugitive's refusing tone was like humming an irritating song, "I won't give up the prey I caught. Look, what a beautiful deer, he must be very, very It's delicious, isn't it?"
"he"? After the black-haired agent was taken aback, he suddenly found the figure with the barrel of the gun on his head being held in front of him by the murderer—it was clearly Li Biqing!
The Chinese boy looked at him with a pair of clear eyes, and his expression was as gentle and calm as before. "Shoot, Leo." He said, "I would rather be shot to heaven by you, rather than take the right one after experiencing extreme pain. The perverted bitter hatred fell to hell in pieces."
"... No!" Leo yelled sharply, "Let go of him! Let go of him! You son of a bitch, if you dare to touch one of his hairs, I will cramp you and peel and smash your body!"
"Really, let me see your determination, agent. Hurry up and shoot, and then you can do whatever you want with me." The captor stretched out his dark red tongue and slowly licked the boy smoothly. On his neck, the snake-like eyes stared at him, "You know you will shoot him, don't you. It's here, the carotid artery, the jugular vein, and a bunch of other blood vessels. His blood will be like splashing ink." It was sprayed out and sprinkled on the dirty concrete floor. He would die in pain, and watched his blood run out..."
"Shut up! Shut up the fuck!" Like a lion besieged by a group of jackals, Leo roared violently, not only because of the injury, but also because his partner and child were in danger. He held the gun in both hands, his index finger made a crazy pull request on the trigger, eager to get approval from his brain. But he can't! Yes, he knows the consequences of this shot, he will definitely shoot the hostage in the neck, it must be so, without suspense, time and time again!
"Aha, you dare not shoot this time! Why? Oh, I see!" the murderer declared triumphantly, "You are in love with this little deer, and you want to taste his wonderful taste. But it's a pity , He has fallen into my hands, you have only two choices, either turn him into a corpse now, or wait for me to send you the pieces of his corpse-rest assured, I will choose a valuable one worthy of him Gift box and tie a beautiful ribbon."
The black-haired agent bit his gums out of blood, and if the anger in his eyes could turn into substance, the other party would have no bones left—but he could not pull the trigger, even though his muscles were tense and clamoring for this shot, he was eager to stretch. Break!
He can't, can't kill the boy he loves with his own hands! I can't just watch him being killed by a perverted torture! Like being burned on the black flames of hell, the front is the pain of despair, and the back is the pain of despair. At this moment, he even has the idea of escaping by pulling the trigger on his temple—
A chest was pressed against his back, two arms stretched out from behind, firmly supporting his gun wrist, warm heat and familiar breath enveloped him. A clear male voice sounded in his ears, young, strong, sharp, with a slightly British accent, like a knife painted with elegant patterns, and easily cut through the solidified air: "Shoot, Leo."
"No!" The black-haired agent categorically refused, and then he reacted: "This voice... It's you-kill!"
"Shoot. You won't miss this time, because I'm behind you." The serial killer said, "With my power, Leo, let us work together to end this damn cycle—"
The moment the gunshot sounded, Leo woke up from his dream.
In the dim light, the surrounding furnishings reminded him that this is a hotel in Shuixia Town. He was lying on the large bed of the VIP suite, experiencing a terrifying and clear dream, which was as real as it had just happened.
The heat of another body came from his back, Leo moved an arm around his waist and turned slightly, and found that Li Biqing was lying next to his back, sleeping soundly. Wearing a close-fitting short-sleeved T-shirt and shorts, the Chinese boy was so hot that he kicked off the thin air-conditioning quilt, but his arms were wrapped around his waist, like a winter cat, curled up behind his naked back to draw warmth.
It was only now that Leo realized what a ridiculous and strange request he had made to the opponent a few hours ago—and even stranger, he had actually obtained consent.
He looked at the boy's peaceful sleep and remembered the dream just now. The little girl in the dream became Li Biqing. He could understand this: he thought the situation was the worst at that time, but now he found that there was something worse, that is, the kidnapped person was his boy! If that is the reality, he doesn't know if he will still shoot—or whom he will shoot at! The choice on the cliff... Sounds like the curse of Officer Trevi, Leo grinned bitterly.
But what he couldn't understand was why did the finale appear in this dream? Yes, finishing is a frequent visitor in his dreams, but only in cases related to him, and they are all as murderers for him to chase and visit. But why this time the finale will appear so strangely, like a TV series that has been linked to the station, from the villain BOSS in the previous episode, it has become a decent helper in the next episode
Leo thought about the scene in his dream unthinkingly: He Qing stood behind him in an intimate posture, his chest pressed to his back, his arms folded his arms, but he had no sense of crisis in the slightest—could it be that subconsciously, he thought Is it a trustworthy person? Damn it! It feels a lot like those ridiculous police movies (there are quite a few), the strong police and the powerful gangsters are sympathetic to each other... Damn it! They are life and death opponents! Standing on the opposite side of black and white, it is destined to not coexist, what a pity! Is he brainwashed by watching too many junk movies? Or because of that kiss after nine deaths...
—The burning sensation burned from his lips. Leo instinctively licked his lips with the tip of his tongue, trying to extinguish the flame, but it was counterproductive. The burning sensation spread to the tip of the tongue and teeth, with trembling thorns. The pleasure of hemp. Suddenly, the breath of another man filled his mouth, his flexible tongue, superb skills, and the smell of blood and passion, the body odor mixed with sweat and gunpowder filled the tip of his nose... Memories alone are enough to make him feel. With a bloody bloodline, Leo had to admit that sentence at this moment: "For men, violence and sex are often twin brothers."
At the same time, the boy next to him rolled over and put his hand on his belly.
Leo found that he had an erection, swollen and hard, like a hot iron rod.
At the same time, the boy next to him rolled over and put his hand on his belly.
Leo found that he had an erection, swollen and hard, like a hot iron rod.
At the same time, he realized painfully that he was a thirsty person who was about to fall to the edge of the lake. The living water was close at hand, but he could not drink.
He didn't know how much restraint it took to remove Li Biqing's hand from above the vital part.
The other party seemed to feel the disturbance from the outside world in a deep sleep, turned over again, and then stopped moving.
This drove the federal agent almost mad-the Chinese boy turned from lying on his side to prone, the hem of the T-shirt slipped from his waist, revealing a small piece of smooth skin, and the end of his spine was sunken into a sexy shallow pit. , Extending to the bottom of the blue underwear. The thin fabric outlines the round and straight buttocks, and the same pair of white, slender, muscular thighs are laid out in front of you like a rich delicacy at a banquet, exuding a strong temptation invitation-he is simply a living color Fragrant spring dreams.
Leo reached into his underwear in despair and closed his eyes, imagining that Li Biqing's hand was holding it. It played up and down in the boy's hand, swallowed repeatedly in his mouth, and went in and out between his hips... The other party shook his body back and forth under his violent impact, groaning forbearingly, and trembling because of the more intense pleasure. Finally, when the climax came, weeping and calling his name... The imaginary scene caused the black-haired agent to shoot out quickly! As if exploding countless bright white fireworks in the brain, the semen accumulated for a long time was spit out, with the lethal pleasure of taking the time out, and half of the underwear was wet.
Gasping in the aftermath of the catharsis, Leo turned his face out of the bed, refusing to look at Li Biqing beside him—that would make him feel guilty: the boy trusted him enough to sleep in the same bed. But he regarded him as the object of adultery, and fucked him until weeping and begging for mercy in sexual fantasies.
There was a fishy smell faintly floating in the air, like a heart that tried to hide but was finally exposed. The black-haired agent turned over and got out of bed unbearably, turned on the shower in the shower, and rinsed his sweaty body with his slimy underwear. He put his still hot skin on the cold ceramic tile, as if it would conduct heat to draw out the writhing lust in his body. After washing with cold water for nearly half an hour, he felt that he had calmed down, so he dried his body and walked back to the room.
The boy on the bed had not yet woken up, but changed his position again, occupying the place where the other person lay before. Seeing his increasingly bare waist and beautifully stretched limbs, Leo found sadly that he had underestimated his vigorous desire-the things under his crotch showed signs of raising his head again, and he was ready to move amidst unsatisfied dissatisfaction.
The black-haired agent quickly put on his clothes, as if he could put a layer of moral corsets on desire and then went to the balcony to smoke. He hardly smokes and even dislikes the smell of lit tobacco, but now he needs this uncomfortable pungency to suppress the tight throat.
… Maybe I should go to find someone, one-night stand or something, he thought, if the physiological needs are not solved for too long, it will affect personal emotions, and even the reason will be weakened to be vulnerable—think about it, if Li Biqing finds himself facing him What kind of expression does his body show when masturbating? Would you say with a cold and pity: "Leo, use your vacation time to make a girlfriend—or boyfriend?"
Thinking of this scene, Leo felt extremely depressed: Why, the person he finally fell in love with would be his future brother-in-law? However, the "future"... There are many variables in the future, isn't it... He thought wandering, and then spurned his gloom and shamelessness, even wanting to usurp the happiness of his sister!
forget it. He is fine, but it is not yours after all, Leo, forget it... He warned himself, allowing the blue smoke to diffuse from his fingers, completely anaesthetizing the delusion.
The sky began to pale, and the long night in this remote town was finally over. Leo heard some movement in the room. He squeezed out the cigarette butts in the full ashtray, walked to the bed and smiled and said, "Are you awake, boy? Good morning."