Frankie Mir rushed over the lookout.

The watchtower, which was only two stories high, made three steps and two steps, and reached the top of the tower in the blink of an eye.

Looking at the sun in the sky after a long absence, Frankimir quickly discerned the direction. He took the flare from Gustav's shoulder, but another problem left him at a loss.

Although Frankiemir had flares, he did not have a gun to fire letter flares, which were more than three centimeters in diameter and required special weapons to fire.

It stands to reason that Frank Mir's Gustav heart also has the ability to fire ammunition, but the maximum caliber is only about one centimeter, and it cannot fire such a super-large bullet with a diameter of more than three centimeters.

The flare launchers they brought with them were confiscated by the guards as early as the first time they were arrested, which really made it difficult for Frank Mire.

He wanted to use the ability of Gustav's Heart to make a temporary dispenser out of the surrounding metal, but the problem was that Frankmir didn't know how to make such a dispenser, and he didn't understand the structure of the dispenser.

At this time, Kafka and the Machine Emperor had been arguing for a long time, and they both found each other to be so serious, which was really quite boring.

The two of them looked at Frankimir, standing on the lookout in a daze, both feeling inexplicable, completely unable to understand what he was trying to do, since he said that he was going to fly a signal flare, but why there was no movement until now.

Kafka was a rough man and a quick temper, and he strode up to the lookout. I want to ask Frankie Mill what exactly this is grinding into. Why don't you start sending signals immediately?

Kafka rushed to the lookout and glared at Frank Mire. Frankimir also looked at Kafka blankly, and the two of them could not say a word for a while.

"What are you still grinding with? Waiting for the warden to come and arrest us? Didn't you just say that you were going to launch a flare to move the rescuers? Kafka said loudly with a frown.

"I did say that, but the question is, what should this thing be fired from?" Frankie Mill shook the flare in his hand, and his face looked a little helpless.

"Oh! No! Damn it, you mean you brought bullets, but you didn't bring a gun? Kafka asked with a bitter look on his face.

"Yes, so to speak. That's probably what it means. Frankie Mill smiled wryly and nodded.

"Damn! What's the difference between getting dressed and forgetting to put on your pants? Kafka scolded angrily.

"I don't want to do that either, you can't blame me." Frankie Mill shrugged, trying to find some excuse to prevaricate, but he thought it was boring, and now was the time to find a way to solve the problem, not rack his brains to make excuses.

"What kind of flare is it, let me see if there is a way?" Kafka said to Frankimir with a frown.

Frankimir looked at Kafka and hesitated for a moment. I don't know if the flare should be handed over to Kafka.

Looking at this five-year-three-thick, fat-brained guy, Franky Mill didn't know if he could really have a way.

Or is this just Kafka's expediency. To put it bluntly, although Kafka saved himself and exposed the entire conspiracy of the warden, he experienced so many betrayals. Frankimir still couldn't believe that Kafka had no other intentions.

"What are you doing there? Are you waiting for them to come and get us? Again, I'm really skeptical. You're in the same league as them. Look at you, a pampered stinky boy, you really don't have enough to do. I wonder how you got into the KGB. You must have been looking for someone to trust you to become a secret policeman! Kafka said to Vladimir very contemptuously, he didn't think that this handsome young man with good morals could be a very talented guy from the first time he saw him, he was just a world-famous father, and he had a face that attracted bees and butterflies.

Listening to Kafka's scolding, although Frankmir was unhappy in his heart, he was really a little undecided for a while, looking at Kafka's aggressive actuality, Frankimir had no choice but to hand the signal flare in his hand to Kafka helplessly.

Kafka took the flare and looked it up and down, frowning at first, and then with a look of joy.

Seeing Kafka's happy appearance, Frankimir, who was afraid that things would change, snatched the flare from Kafka's hand.

Frankie Mill asked Kafka with a puzzled face, "How?" Do you think of anything to do? ”

Kafka sighed, then grinned, put on an arrogant demeanor, shook his head and said to Frankimir: "Who gave this thing to you, you can put it in the museum, and use it to make historical products, it is really an old thing that is dirty to the scum, as far as I know, this thing has not been used by the army since the son's war, even in World War II, few people use this old-fashioned thing, it seems that your so-called helper, I am afraid that there is not much ability." ”

Frankimir looked at Kafka intently, and said with disgust: "Don't talk about these useless things, do you have a way to launch this flare, don't care if this thing is dirty or not, as long as it works." ”

"This thing can't bother me, as long as you can guarantee that the rescuers will come soon, it won't be a problem to launch this flare."

"Really?" Frankie Mill looked at Kafka suspiciously.

"If you don't believe me, I'll show you, it's so easy that it won't even take a minute."

Listening to Kafka's words so lightly aroused Frank Mire's greater suspicion and suspicion, and he considered whether he should give the flare to Kafka here, if he had a bad intention, Frank Mimir would not have a second flare available.

"Give it to him! Liang didn't dare to play any tricks. Frankimir's voice suddenly sounded from the voice of the Machine Emperor.

At some point, the Machine Emperor had arrived, on the rusty guardrail of the lookout. I saw that the mechanical emperor had his hands crossed on his hips, his legs standing on the thin railing, but he was not at all worried that he might lose his balance at any time.

Frank Mir looked thoughtfully at the Machine Emperor, who nodded confidently.

Frankimir handed the flare back to Kafka, who was particularly pleased to take the flare.

Frankimir pouted and said to Kafka: "What are you waiting for, launch this flare." ”

"Wait, wait, no hurry, no hurry, I'm so bare-handed, how do you ask me to fire a flare, do you think I look like a person with a weapon?" Kafka asked with an oath.

Hearing this, Frank Mill frowned, what kind of medicine did Kafka buy in his gourd. (To be continued.) )