凤战诺从来没有体会过这种被枪指着的刺激。或许是因为环境……又或许是因为眼前的男人。

“你知道吗，”他低声说道，用手指抚摸着枪管，“任何敢用这把枪指着我的人……都会死。”

冰冷的、近乎嘲讽的双眼，闪烁着深邃的蓝宝石般的光芒。下一秒，枪口抵住了他的太阳穴。他的目光变得锐利。费斯顿突然俯下身子，嘴唇几乎要碰到一起——但随即停了下来。

两人都愣住了，意识到此刻的气氛多么尴尬。

和FBI纠缠不清绝对没有好处，只会惹麻烦。冯心知肚明。但他没有打破僵局。他想确认一件事。两人脸庞相距一英寸，身体紧贴在一起，呼吸声清晰可闻。费斯顿微微皱起眉头，最终吻了他。

枪一动不动。他把“幽灵”抵在墙上，细细品味，小心翼翼地探索着他的嘴唇——里里外外——仿佛在进行一次彻底的检查。要不是费斯顿技艺高超，这动作肯定会让冯的舌头感到一阵刺痛，仿佛这是另一种形式的搜身。

他胸中翻涌的情绪转化为行动。过去与他人相遇的记忆再次浮现；嘴唇不如女人柔软，但与男人相比，却无与伦比。他感受到他们之间的紧张感——这次不同。这个吻既不是掩饰，也不是表演。

费斯顿毫不留情，每一个敏感点都被探索了个遍。冯小心翼翼地克制着一些反应，但即便如此，在这个吻里，两人的化学反应却出奇地“恰到好处”。

长长的沉默，轻轻的呼吸声……如此不寻常，以至于ST小队的成员们以为信号中断了。无线电里传来喊叫声：“老大？”

费斯顿听到了，没回答，后退了几步，摘下了耳机。冯瞥了一眼，指着枪。“放下。”

“你知道那是不可能的。”费斯顿仍然指着他，看起来很平静，但他知道——幽灵比他预想的更危险。

他受到了鬼魂的影响。

Feston had been deeply involved in his investigation these days. This killer was a target, yet he sensed overinvestment creeping in. “Smart would have meant you never appearing in front of me again.”

It sounded like reproach, a reminder he was giving himself up. Feng’s tone, intentionally teasing, slid past it. “Maybe it’s fate,” he said, touching his flushed lips. “Do you think… we met the wrong way from the start?”

He met Feston’s guarded gaze. “Every contact after that… completely off. If we’d met differently, maybe we’d have ended up in a fight to the death immediately. What do you think?”

Feston’s muzzle still pressed to his temple. “You’re the most cunning prey I’ve ever faced. And those words… part of your plan?” The voice low, brushing near Feng’s ear.

“What words? You dare say you know me?” A charming, carefree smile. “I never plan anything.”

“You shouldn’t have told me your past. Shouldn’t have drunk with that expression. Shouldn’t have tempted me. And that damn smile…” Feston’s tone darkened, quickening. The gun lifted slightly to his face.

The smile masked everything—too handsome, sharp features, lethal charm.

Feston sensed it: this wasn’t just a killer. If it were merely a murderer, or someone caught at a crime scene, things would have been simpler. But Ian Noi slipped from his grasp. Not ordinary. Clever, cunning, complex.

Ruthless, yet showing fleeting humanity; capable of planning murder while sleeping with the target, then finishing the client. Adam, Lilith, Adam’s men, Chuck, his associates… The Ghost had killed many, all remembered by Feston—the calm, precise cruelty, the sly grin when claiming kinship, the nonchalant tone describing murder, feigned drunkenness… sapphire eyes capable of drowning anyone.

“If seducing me was your plan… you’ve succeeded, Ghost.” Under the barrel, Feng heard him.

—Chicago, ten days ago. FBI division.

ST unit members were on lunch break. Derrick waited in the hallway with coffee, chatting with Jonathan. “Didn’t expect it. Boss usually looks serious, but in action… it’s like theater. With his face, he could act professionally!”

“If not for knowing the other is the Ghost, I’d think they’re a couple,” Jonathan whispered, glancing around. “The Ghost probably has no gender preference. I wish I could suggest the boss use his charm—might catch him faster.”

They discussed the last mission. Everyone had heard the earpiece conversation, knew the procedure. Hans joined: “Seriously, don’t you think they worked… too well together?”

Derrick raised his coffee. Jonathan straightened by the machine. Silence. All had noticed—the ST unit leader, a Marine-trained tactical expert, partnered not with his team but a killer.

Not to mention, they kissed, posing as lovers, undetected.

“I wouldn’t mention this openly, but don’t you think the boss is more obsessed with the Ghost than any previous suspect?” Derrick observed. Rebuttal followed swiftly: “The boss has always been like this.”

乔纳森摇了摇头。“听起来你好像在暗示什么。他不是同性恋。”

如果老板和杀手联手……凯撒和幽灵……这画面让他们脊背发凉。他们一笑置之，丝毫没有注意到角落里有一个影子在注视着他们。

唉，他果然是同性吸引。费斯顿·凯达回忆起第一次见到幽灵的情景，稳稳地走了出来。

他太痴迷了。即使在家里，也在搜索零散的记录，追查幽灵的过去、潜在的联系人、地点……通常情况下，他会向威尔寻求帮助，但这次，他忘了。

直到威尔独自出现，抱着他。那双蓝眼睛的记忆……他知道，如果幽灵靠近，他会把他铐在床上，审问他，品尝他。

即使意识到自己对一个杀手有吸引力，费斯顿仍然保持镇定——这是他几天前在酒吧仓库里感觉到的一个错误。

“……我应该让你喝酒的。低血糖，营养不良，再加上酒精。你不可能这么镇定地离开。”豪华套房里，费斯顿举起枪，对准了冯的脸，眼神中透露着无人知晓的情绪。

“你不该带走他们。应该让我喝得烂醉——那样的话，就算我想走，也走不了了。”冯打趣道，出乎意料地直接，被费斯顿的诚实所感动：他被吸引了。

一名联邦调查局特工……变成了一名杀手。

“是的。我应该的。我应该把你带去问话。”费斯顿解开了凶手的衬衫。欲望升腾，摩擦激起更大的热度。冯松了松领带。“从来没被FBI的枪这样钉住过……做这种事。”

“这？”

“这，”他半闭着双眼，狡黠狡黠，暗藏情欲，如同掠食者的本质。他熟练地解开腰带，紧贴着对方，身体碰撞，呼吸沉重。费斯顿的枪被扔到一边。

费斯顿还没有完全放松。他瞥了一眼幽灵，感受到了情欲的触碰，听到了轻柔的呻吟，满足的呻吟。

“你本来可以把我灌醉的。为什么你没有呢？”

小腹按压，狡黠而危险的回答：“既然你问了……为什么不开枪打我？以眼还眼，以血还血。我让你流血，你只杀了查克。为什么？”

“如果我开枪，你觉得你还能活下来吗？”他扬起眉毛，自信而非傲慢。费斯顿知道他不能反击——为了他的手下。“轮到你了。”

“因为低血糖……营养不良。除非你不想活了。”费斯顿凑近了些。“幽灵”不是幽灵——他有血有肉，有记忆，有过去。费斯顿想起了刚才说的话，本能地放开了瓶子。

被逼到墙角的冯笑了笑，“费斯顿·凯达……被一个杀手勾引是什么感觉？”

“真刺激。”费斯顿承认道。不合适的目标，不确定的处境——欲望愈发强烈。他正在做他长久以来的愿望。他的手滑了下去。

“告诉我你的真名。”

“封展诺。”纠缠中，一只拳头朝着费斯顿·凯达的脸挥了过去。