As for the parties to this incident, Frankimir and Kafka.

As early as dawn, they were escorted by the gendarmerie to the magnificent "Capitol Building" of the Consultative Bureau.

Except for the strings of red lanterns, there is nothing in this place that resembles Chinese architecture.

In front of the Guohua Building, there is a vast white marble square, but it is trampled by pedestrians who come and go, and there is no noble atmosphere.

The "Reichstag" that is told to be like a cloud does not look much different from the commune of the Soviet Mechanics. Only the heraldic pattern of mechanical sparks is missing, and in its place is a huge cross painted with black circles. It is easy to think of the "swastika" of the SS in Nazi Germany.

However, who can believe that the architect here once claimed that he built the "Capitol building" based on the U.S. Capitol building.

However, no matter who looks at it, even people who don't understand structural art at all, they will also feel from the bottom of their hearts that this seems to be a bit unrelated.

It was the product of a compromise between the forces of the Twin Cities and a litmus test of the transition from feudalism to capitalism.

A parliamentary organization that is far more powerful in theory than in practice, the "Consultative Bureau", a special institution in the world that only the Twin Cities have.

Frankimir and Kafka were herded like ducks by the Gendarmerie of the Consultative Council into the "Reichstag building".

They walked down long corridors to the basement, where they were locked up in a dark, smelly dungeon.

In order to prevent the spread of germs and the spread of infectious diseases, the dungeon was sprinkled with various herbs and balsamic vinegar to reduce the disease rate among the prisoners.

This cold, smelly dungeon looks like it's not small. It was more than ten meters deep, and apart from Frankimir and Kafka, there were seven or eight yellow people in this place, dressed in tattered clothes and with braids dragged behind their heads, very unkempt and dirty.

There was no lighting in the cell, so the glimmer of light peeking in through the window was used to see the contents of the dungeon.

Except for these filthy guys, all thatch is left. I don't even have a convenient toilet, so I don't know how to solve this problem if I am in a hurry in this place.

All in all, this place doesn't feel good at all. Frank Miir even felt that it was worse than the sewers at Moore Manor.

The strong pungent stench was enough to suffocate people, and I regretted that he didn't put on his gas mask when he left the humble house.

Frankimir and Kafka, who spent hours in the dark dungeon, were so tired that they didn't want to say anything.

However, after staying for a long time, I feel bored. Anything in this place is unbearable, they can only distract themselves with boring conversations, but it is still difficult to find a common language between the two of them.

Gradually, Kafka couldn't stand it anymore, his fat body, last night with Dai Yueyue, a hard night, plus a big battle with Fraser and "Green Chelato", really made him consume a lot, a little exhausted, and felt that his body was hollowed out.

Kafka had not eaten a drop of water until now, had not eaten anything, and had long been hungry to the back. I only felt that my limbs were weak and my eyes were dizzy, and I couldn't help but drool desperately.

Kafka banged the iron railings of the dungeon and shouted out of the cell: "Is there anyone? I said is there anybody? Isn't there anyone to take care of the food? Lao Tzu has been in prison for most of his life, and I have never seen you abuse prisoners like this! ”

As soon as Kafka's words came out, he realized that he was speaking very poorly.

What does it mean to have been in prison for most of your life, and it sounds like you were born to squat in prison.

It's not proper, it's inappropriate, it's really inappropriate.

"What a shout! When you go to report to Lord Yama, I will give you a full meal. A shrill voice came from outside the cell, but there was never a single figure in sight.

After a brief silence, Kafka asked Frankimir, who was beside him, "What is Hades?" ”

"How do I know, it could be your grandfather or something?" Frankie Mill shook his head. From the moment he arrived in this cell, Frankmir was constantly cleaning his nasal passages.

"Hey! Damn, this rabbit cub, dare to scold my grandfather! He was an old man, but he followed the tsar and conquered the five khanates. Kafka slammed his fist on the bar, but unexpectedly smashed his own hand.

"Yo ho! It seems that after you are still a hero, can you please ask us how to get out? Frankimir looked left and right outside the cell door, but there was no one to see.

"How do I know if you have a brain? If I could get out, would I still be yelling here? Kafka clenched his fists and shouted.

"I thought you had a knack for prison breaks." Frankie Mill shook his head in disappointment.

"What nonsense! I'm not a labor prisoner like you. The warden is so well governed, that the Gulag doesn't even think about running a fly. Kafka said disdainfully.

"I want to ask you, how did you know that it was Fraser who was wearing the mask, wouldn't you have recognized the wrong person?"

"Hey, hey! I know him in ashes. ”

"You're so sure!"

"Of course, like I remember that your thing is a little too long, it's okay to be that long, and it's not an elephant's trunk."

Frankimir squinted at Kafka, and he seemed to remember the extremely offensive scene when the two men first met.

Kafka looked nonchalant, almost rude.

Frankimir also looked at Kafka in silence and never said a word.

The atmosphere was so awkward that Kafka said, "Hey, hey! I also do the same, this is the Soviet prison system, you probably can't blame me. By the way, I want to know what it's like to be stuck in by something big, isn't it cool? I've been using it for almost 10 years, and every time a new female prisoner comes in, they even think I should disinfect them before examining them. You guys are enough, not to mention the in-depth inspection, you should know that, there are too many people hiding in there or something. Can you tell me how it feels? ”

Frankimir looked at Kafka with a grimace on his face, and it seemed to be the most humiliating day of his life.

Maybe one day, no one in Frankie will definitely kill this Kafka while keeping his name.

"If you'd love to try it, I'll give it a try." Frankie Mire said angrily.

"Oh! Thanks, I don't think it's necessary. Kafka said.

"Really?" Frank Mill said.

"Alright! I'm not kidding you, the warden told me about you. I'm just wondering, why are you so different. If you're really an ordinary person, I'm sure the KGB can't train agents like you. They only have the ability to make people better, more observant and cautious, but they have not fundamentally changed a person's ability. It's not surprising to me that you've behaved recklessly, but the physical qualities you exhibit are far beyond what we understand, and even those who have not received an education in systematic physiology can see that you are different from ordinary people. The KGB will teach you how to survive in the wilderness, but it won't make you have to eat nothing; The KGB will teach you how to maintain your body temperature as much as possible in the water, but it will not allow you to soak in the sea for more than twenty-four hours; The KGB will teach you how to make yourself more agile and strong, but it won't make you a world champion in weightlifting. You are not much like everyone else in any way, and you have never noticed it, yourself? Kafka said, rubbing his rumbling belly.

"All I want to know, it's only Fraser!" Frankimir shrugged, he seemed unmoved by Kafka's tirade, and had asked him such a question a thousand times.

"Well, you monster! I will find out your secrets and become stronger than you. I don't want a good girl like Yulia to be ruined at the hands of you bastard. Don't think that if you have a great father, you can do whatever you want. As long as it's a secret, there will inevitably be a day when it will be discovered, and this question won't bother me for too long. Is your face really natural? Kafka said, fiddling with Frankimir's head.

"Hey! I'm not your kind of fat pig who only knows how to pump and pump, and I have a pure friendship with her. Frankmir slapped Kafka's hand away.

"Yes! It's better to be so pure that you don't wear anything, I guess you think so! Kafka looked out of the dungeon again.

It is also too anachronistic to quarrel over a woman in such a place, but it is true, even though they are both aware of the problem. But no one would give in, so that the other party mistakenly thought that he was afraid of the other party.

This feeling of boredom is intensified after a few unspeakable vulgar arguments.

"Let's talk about Fraser!" There was no expression on Frank Mire's face, and he didn't want to continue arguing.

"Humph! Last night, I asked Yue Yue to find me something to eat. I didn't expect to suddenly hear a girl calling for help, do you think a good person like me can see death without help? So I rushed out at once, and I saw a guy in the mask in the room where the girls had run out. It seems that the girls inadvertently removed the mask of the guy while he was asleep. I just glanced at him, and believe me you wouldn't want to see what I saw! I dare say it's a hell of a life! I was going to go over and ask for information, but he pulled out his gun and pointed it at me. So the two of us engaged in a shootout, and when the bullets ran out, it turned into hand-to-hand combat. How could he be my opponent, I punched him in a few punches and didn't recognize my father. I'm not the kind of person who doesn't distinguish between right and wrong, I just want to ask why he shot me for no reason. He is no match for me at all, so I can only give up resistance and give everything to me. It's all you kid who gets in the way, and as soon as I found out he was Frazier, you kid rushed out inexplicably, which made that bastard run away. Kafka said with great vigour.