Frankimir saw the monster hold the "Frost Mech" aloft, but he didn't know who was inside the "Frost Mech".

If it weren't for the warden being injured, if he hadn't personally sent the warden to Yulia's dormitory, maybe Frankimir would have thought that the person in this "frost mecha" must be the warden, but now it is obviously impossible, so who would it be?

I saw that the monster savagely tore the fuselage of the "Frost Mecha" with its huge claws, and although the monster's arm strength was strong, it was not enough to shatter the hard metal. This seemed to annoy the monster, and it straightened its huge claws, lifted the "Frost Mech" higher, and threw the "Frost Mech" between the broken window frame walls with all its might, and the shattered glass was hit again, and the monster let out a roar.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Frankmir immediately aimed at the monster with the rocket launcher, he stood motionless, waiting for the monster to slowly approach him, he carefully looked for the best attack part, and soon the rocket launcher he carried on his shoulder was aimed at the monster's huge and bloodshot crimson eyes.

Just as the monster's terrifying claws slammed into Frankimir's path of less than a man, Frankimir pulled the trigger of the rocket launcher. The rocket armor-piercing projectile flew out of the rocket launcher, impartially piercing the monster's right eye, and the powerful impact force made the monster almost fall. The center of gravity of the entire monster moved back, and before it could regain its footing and regain its lost balance, a huge explosion sounded in the monster's right eye, and the monster's flesh and blood almost stained the entire conference room red in an instant.

Frankimir seized the moment and rushed to the bloody monster, plunging the AK47 rifle in his hand into the monster's mouth full of sharp teeth. Franky Mill pulled the trigger, his arms and his rifle trembled at the same time, the machine gun roared wildly, the fire from the muzzle illuminated the monster's terrible bloody mouth, and the sharp teeth reflecting the fire made it even more terrifying and cold.

Franky Mill ran out of bullets, and he didn't stop there, throwing away his AK47 rifle, reaching out and pulling out the fuses of the two loose balls, throwing them into the monster's mouth, and then immediately turned and quickly retreated.

After running a dozen paces away, he heard a loud bang behind him, and the huge impact that followed made Frankimir roll on the ground a few times and get back to his feet.

Blood continued to pour out of the monster's right eye and mouth, and it fell to the ground wriggling and struggling in pain, and it seemed that it would not survive. This time, Frankimir showed no mercy. In view of the lessons learned, let go of the monster in the cave. Now he has to do it more neatly, at least he has to completely solve the guy in front of him.

Frankimir wanted to find something to give the monster the final blow, but what people didn't want was that just as Frankimir was looking around, the knocked down monster actually stood up slowly. Frankie Mill felt his scalp tingle, the distance between him and the monster was too close, and this was not a safe range at all.

However, as things stand, there is no room for Frankimir to escape. He put on a look like he was going to fight the monster, and he admired himself for having such courage. But beyond that, he couldn't think of a better way. If you turn around and run away now, you will only be slapped into flesh by the monster's huge claws.

The monster staggered towards Frankimir, looking at the monster's clumsy steps as it advanced, it made people think that even if this guy wanted to stand firmly, it would be very difficult, but why was his vitality so amazing, and he could still stand up after such a continuous attack.

Blood mixed with dirty saliva flowed out of the monster's mouth full of sharp teeth, giving people an extremely disgusting visual impact.

Frankie Mill tensed his muscles all over his body, brought his fists close to his cheeks, and assumed a defensive posture, watching every subtle movement of the monster in front of him, while also looking for the Achilles' heel of the monster. The bleeding right eye, and the thin lower body that is extremely incongruous with the huge upper body, this seems to be all the weaknesses of the monster.

Where to attack, Franky Mill was still hesitating, whether to sway weakly and almost unable to support his upper legs, or to be bleeding in his right eye from an armor-piercing bullet. The monster was closing in on one by one, and there was no time left for Frankimir to think.

At this moment, from behind the monster, there were suddenly several shots from the blocking rifle. The monster leaned forward, and Frankimir saw an opportunity in an instant. He crouched down, swept his legs, and overturned the three-meter-tall monster. Before the monster could react, Frankimir picked up a large piece of broken wall with steel bars from the ground and slammed the monster's injured right eye in succession.

The monster's right eye and the musculature around it were smashed to pieces by Frankimir, and blood splattered out like a fountain, almost exceeding Frankimir's height. It wasn't until the monster's blood flowed through the room, lying silently on the floor, and even the last twitches had been gone, that Frankimir stopped and threw the shattered wall into the monster's bloody jaw.

It looks like the monster is dead, and Frankmir has finally killed the terrible monster. The Gulag gradually regained the silence of midnight, with some of the guards rushing to clean up the mess while another rushed to the cell to calm the restless prisoners in the cell.

Frankimir walked over to the shattered window and looked at the "Frost Mech" that had crushed the barbed wire in the distance. At this time, the mecha was lying crookedly on the snow, and Kafka was struggling to climb out of the "frost mech". Since the cockpit door was blocked by the ground, only a half-arm-wide gap could be opened, which was completely equivalent to killing the fat Kafka.

Only then did Frank Mire know that the person who drove the "Frost Mecha" turned out to be Kafka, a big fat pig with a fat head.

It seems that Kafka is in need of help now, although Frankmir does not like this man very much, fat and fat, flying and domineering, with three scars on his face, but he can't be saved from death because of this.

Frankimir immediately ran towards the Frost Mech, lifting it with incredible force until the cockpit door opened enough for Kafka to climb out.

Kafka squirmed his fat body with difficulty, and slowly crawled out of the cockpit of the "frost mech". He patted the snow on his body, looked at Franky Mill with a look of surprise, and opened his fat lips for a long time to ask, "Why are you dressed like this?" ”

"Huh?" Frankimir looked down at himself before he remembered the ancient Egyptian pullover that Yulia had given him.

As a sane adult, it does not sound like anything to say that he dresses up like this, but this is not his own deliberate desire to dress up like this, it is forced by the situation, there is no way, you can't fight the trolls naked.

Frankimir didn't know what to say for a moment, so he simply didn't say anything.

"Are you going to a show? I haven't heard of '2371' recently, there are plans to organize a Christmas party, are you planning to celebrate it in advance? Kafka asked, puzzled, although he didn't like these unrelenting prisoners, he didn't think that Frankimir was a mentally abnormal person.

"It's a long story, but I'll talk about it later. Are you okay, haven't you been hurt? ”

"I'm fine, but my butt hurts a little. Then again, thank you so much this time. I think this guy is fine, it's made of iron and doesn't break so easily. This was Professor Thor's fault, he only thought about reloading the mech with ammo and forgot to refuel the boiler. When the fuel runs out, it becomes a pile of scrap metal at the mercy of others. Kafka said as he sat on the snow and slapped his hand against the "frost mech".

"It's okay. With such a fuss, I think the casualties are beyond imagination. Frankie Mill sighed.

"How's the warden, aren't you and Yulia with him?"

"We carried him to Yulia's dormitory, where Yulia is taking care of him, and I think they're safe now."

"Oh! Well, although I don't want to say it, but I can't help but say that tonight is really thanks to you, even though you are only a prisoner, but you are worthy of the KGB's secret police, and you do have two hits. ”

"It's a big deal, thanks to the Gulag prison guards, if it weren't for the fact that a police officer shot the monster from behind and injured it, I wouldn't have had a chance to kill that thing with a brick."

"Let's go, we need to get some guys and get some coal on this guy so we can get it out of here. I'm lucky, but the grid isn't energized. If I had electricity, I would have been able to use it for a Christmas dinner right now. ”

"Will these barbed wire fences be electrified?"

"Not during the day, but sometimes at night there is electricity for hours. It depends on whether there is a need for this, and of course, whether we have a sufficient budget. It is said that there is a group of physicists who are trying to use a completely new technology to generate electricity, whether it is nuclear power or something, and I heard that it will soon succeed. No matter how quickly they succeed, electricity is still very expensive until then, and even if we generate our own electricity, it will cost a lot of fuel to supply such a large area completely. Our financial situation here is not optimistic, we are already stretched thin, and we can't take on many new jobs, which is always easier said than done. ”

While Kafka was babbling and complaining, just when everyone thought it was over, the unthinkable happened again. Frankimir saw as two prison guards flew out of the broken windows of the conference room and fell on top of the snow, which was instantly dyed bright red. Frankmir and Kafka both had a look of horror on their faces, and they all looked at the conference room through the broken glass window.