Realizing the inevitable relationship between the "steel warthog" and Zhukov, Frankmir did not dare to rashly go to the "steel warthog".

Once the "Steel Warthog" discovers his tracks, he is afraid that he will be in danger again. Relatively speaking, this "steel warthog" seems to be more difficult to deal with than Zhukov, who is just a bad old man, but the "steel warthog" is a well-trained KGB secret police.

Maybe this guy with developed limbs and a simple mind will always have a short circuit in his brain when dealing with various things, but years of experience as an agent have given him enough knowledge of conditioned reflexes.

This plan, which knows almost nothing about second-level arithmetic, is an out-and-out killing machine, his danger factor is by no means below Zhukov, that guy knows hundreds of fighting techniques, and in the battle with the enemy, he can kill the opponent with his bare hands.

As long as Frankimir still has a shred of sanity and is not completely sure, he will never easily provoke the "steel warthog", even those who are close to his city are extremely dangerous. Frankimir intends to save him for the end, and it is not too late to deal with the "Steel Warthog" at the end, but once it is self-defeating, it will only be himself who messes up.

You can't just return to Vladivostok and have a direct conflict with a character like him, which can only ask for your own hardships, not only will you not solve any problems, but may also lead to complete failure.

Frankimir struggled to calm his mind, remembering everything Leo had just told him. As Leo himself said, it all started with the proprietress of the sewer bar, or maybe it started with the "2366" gulag labor camp.

Does this mean that, more or less, they are also somehow necessarily related to the "steel warthog" and Zhukov. Maybe these people don't know the whole story, but they know the inside story of something, or more than they expected.

If this is the case, then it will be much safer and easier to learn about these things from them than to go directly to the "steel warthog", which may be able to make a breakthrough and figure out the causes and consequences of mutilating themselves.

In this way, Frankmir temporarily set his sights on the sewer bar proprietress and the comptroller named Chubal.

"Let me ask you, do the proprietress of the sewer bar and the comptroller of 2366 know about these things?" Franky Mill asked suddenly.

"I don't know much about that, I've never heard them mention it, they haven't mentioned anything to me during the time you had an accident and disappeared, and of course I've never been to them for more than less, so I don't know anything about it. But if you want to hear my opinion, then I don't think it's possible that they don't know, but they deliberately pretend not to know, in order to keep us in the dark completely. After all, they were the ones who got me involved with the Gulag, and it was the Gulag who got me involved with the KGB, and they were all business partners, so it would not be reasonable to say that they knew nothing at all. Leo said as he touched his chin with his hand.

"That's true, it's impossible to say it, they can't be completely unaware, even if they don't know all the details, at least they will know the general situation." Frankie Mire nodded slowly.

On this point of view, Frank Miir and Leo the Short seem to be of exactly the same opinion, neither of them thinks that the proprietress of the sewer bar, and the comptroller of the Gulag, will know nothing about it.

Once this question is clear, the next direction is clear. In short, the proprietress of the sewer bar must know more than Leo, maybe she doesn't know what the "steel warthog" has done, but using Leo the Short to hunt herself, she can be considered an indirect participant.

At the same time, considering that the proprietress of the sewer bar is just a female streamer, and she is doing that kind of shady business, plus Franky Mill has seen him a few times in the past, it will be a very good choice to start with her.

Even if something really happened to the proprietress and her customers, none of them were good, so naturally they wouldn't be directly suspicious of themselves, and she must have committed a lot of crimes, hoping that other than her happening, it must be everywhere, effortlessly, you can easily list a large number of suspects, so that you won't expose your identity too quickly.

After some deliberation, Frank Miir decided to go to the proprietress of the sewer bar first. First, you can find out what she knows, and second, you can also take a look at Elena, who makes him think about it for a long time, and she doesn't know how good she has been.

The sewer bar, a place of filth and dirt, is not much better than Leo's speakeasy, but even so, Frankimir can't swagger, just walk in, the proprietress of the sewer bar, can't obediently tell him everything she knows.

If the proprietress of the small waterway bar really has something to do with these things, then as soon as she appears in the sewer bar, the proprietress of the bar will immediately notify the "steel warthog", which is also tantamount to throwing herself into a net.

If you want to go to the sewer bar, you need to think about it in the long run, and you must not be reckless.

Frankie Mill pondered how to get to the sewer bar so that he wouldn't arouse suspicion and be able to ask about things. His gaze involuntarily fell on Leo who was sitting at his feet, maybe Leo could help him unconsciously sneak into the small waterway bar, the place would reject him now, but it would definitely not refuse Leo, otherwise it would be too much to have no silver three hundred taels here.

"How long has it been since you've been to a sewer bar?" Franky Mill asked.

"I haven't been there since you ran away, probably for a whole month." Leo carried his thick, short fingers, and carefully calculated the specific day.

"Very good! So today, you're going to come with me. ”

"Ahh It's none of my business. ”

"What, do you think that's the end of it? Now I'm giving you a chance to make amends. If you really think that there is still brotherhood between us, then you should try to show it and let me know that you have changed your ways. Otherwise, I will only strangle you mercilessly in return for everything you did to me a few days ago. It's all up to you, depending on whether you want to live or die. Frank Mire said in a threatening tone.

"Of course I'll help you, don't you need to talk about it! We are brothers, brothers forever, but ...... I didn't want to get myself involved, and I wasn't ready to die. It's too dangerous, and I could die at any moment, and I don't want to say goodbye to this beautiful world. ”

"Either let them kill you, or I'll kill you now. I think you'd better try your luck, you won't necessarily die, but if you try to eat my gun now, you'll definitely die. What do you think? How do you choose? ”

"I'll regret it!" Leo said dejectedly.

"So you agreed, go and put on your clothes, and if you're scared, you'd better put on body armor and bring some necessary weapons."

"What are you going to do?" Leo looked at Frank Mire curiously.

"You put on your clothes, and then we'll get out of here together, and I'll tell you what I'm going to do. It's a smoky miasma, but it's not a place to discuss clever ideas. ”

Leo pondered for a moment the predicament he might encounter, and stared at Frankimir mournfully for a long time. Then out of nowhere, he found a leather suit of ochre, and quickly put it on, and paced up and down the bar cubicle in distraught, so that no one could tell what he was doing.

Vranikimir urged impatiently: "What are you still rubbing? ”

"I just think we should be prepared." Leo looked at Frank Mire with sophisticated eyes.

Seeing that Leo didn't look like he was leaving, Frankimir was very unhappy.

"Hurry up, hurry up, don't rub me in here." As he spoke, Frankmir grabbed the dwarf Leo and walked towards the exit of the speakeasy, he didn't want to waste any more time here.

"Hey! Put me down, you've messed up my clothes. ”

Completely ignoring Leo's complaints, Frankmir walked out of the Triangle Cliff grocery store, threw Leo on the back seat of the "Nine Smokes", and rode his "Nine Smokes" himself.

Leo the Short looked like a child who had just started to study. He got up from the back seat and complained desperately: "You can't be gentle, KGB life has made you more and more indifferent, you are no different from those hateful guys, I hope I won't kill myself by doing this." ”

"Put on your goggles and maybe it's going faster than you think."

Frankimir took out a pair of goggles from the storage slot and threw them to Leo behind him with a blank face.

"You're really, I'm not your slave, you'd better be kind to me." Leo grumbled as he put on his goggles.

Frankie Mill's cheeks twitched slightly, without showing any expression, he started the engine of the "Nine Smokes", and the locomotive immediately began to roar, and before Leo could fully put on his goggles, the "Nine Smokes" swooped out like a cheetah, and before Leo could sit down, he almost fell off the locomotive.

"You hairy child, can't you slow down? This speed is so dangerous that we might have died in a traffic accident before we even reached the sewer bar. Leo grumbled at the top of his voice.

"Don't worry, you can't be killed at this speed." Frankimir said contemptuously.

"Your answer is indifferent to my chills, I doubt that you can drive at all, more reckless than someone who doesn't know how to drive, you better be as careful as possible, if something happens, the consequences will be unimaginable."

"Alright, let's get down to business!" (To be continued.) )