When everything seems to be perfectly normal. Leo and the proprietress were the first to walk out of the private room, and the expressions on their faces looked natural, as if nothing had happened.

Leo pretends to be lewd and lustful, and from time to time takes advantage of the proprietress to confuse the public. Let the attention of the barmaid and the reception staff in the bar focus on their unruly hands, or make them dare not look directly at the hostess, so as to avoid their attention, and the handcuffed hands behind the hostess, so that they will not be suspicious.

Frankmir followed them, his pistol in his hand, in his coat pocket, ready for any eventuality.

Of course, what he wants most is that nothing happens. To be able to leave the sewer bar in peace and quiet, without any chaos here, will be a source of trouble for Frank Mir.

God had once again favored them, and without any difficulty, they had taken the proprietress hostage and left the sewer bar without anyone noticing.

As soon as they went out, they hurried up their pace, for fear that someone would chase them from behind. They immediately arrived at the snowy parking lot, where Leo was busy sweeping away the snow that covered the "Nine Smokes", and Franky Mill activated the "Nine Smokes" as fast as he could.

The three of them squeezed into the "nine puffs of smoke" at the same time, Franky Mire sat at the front, the proprietress was sandwiched in the middle, and Leo sat at the back with a dagger.

The proprietress had a large breast, tightly pressing Frankimir's back, which reminded Frankimir of Yulia. It was really an angelic beauty, Frankimir had not known her for a long time, but she had a very profound influence on Yulia, she was an intellectual beauty, and she thought a little about her wife Lalisa, yes, the two of them, but they had a lot in common, of course Yulia was not as beautiful as Lalisa, and Larisa did not have Yulia's perfect body.

Frankimir really looks a little like Yulia, after he was shot in the leg, Yulia took care of him like Maria, it can be said that he is meticulous. I really don't know what she's doing now, if they're still in the Twin Cities, or if they've left the Twin Cities.

Yulia, Larissa, Maria...... Elena, Frank Mimir felt that her mind was in a mess, now was not the time to think about these things, but she still couldn't help it, and asked the proprietress about Alina, and the proprietress told him that Elena also let Chubal take it away.

Frankimir tried to suppress his emotions so that he would stop thinking about the women who had appeared in his life, and now they were not to be missed, and there were more important things to do.

It was only at this moment that Frank Mill began to confirm the exact location of the beach house with his boss in earnest, and it seemed that there was still some way to go, and it was a little farther than he expected.

Of course, Frankimir was very confident that in less than an hour he would be able to reach the beach house and sneak into the private house, preferably at night, which would make people feel reassured, and he did not want to linger until dawn, which would inevitably give people the feeling of a rat crossing the street.

Leo didn't think so, his only hope was that Frank Mire could slow down as much as possible, and not drive a "Nine Smoke" locomotive faster than a fighter heading to the battlefield. It's so dangerous that accidents can happen at any time, and no one wants to be in a traffic accident.

On the narrow coastline of northeastern Vladivostok are rows of houses made of red bricks and green tiles. Each house here is a separate courtyard, and the style of the building is a fusion of Chinese elements.

No, it should be said that this is originally a Chinese building, and it is not just a Western-style architecture that incorporates Chinese elements.

This is a building before the First World War, so it does not have a full Soviet-style heavy industry style, but has a bit of the elegance of a small bridge and flowing water, and is full of the rhythm of a scholarly family.

After the end of the Civil War, it once belonged to the State Political Protection Bureau, and after its nationalization, it became the state property of the Moscow government.

Because of the distance from the Moscow government, after many years of travel, no one can say who this place really belongs to. But there is no doubt about one thing, that is, all the people who live here are the so-called privileged classes, and each one is either rich or expensive, otherwise it would be wishful thinking to get a house here.

The distance between these seaside villas is relatively far away, and they are covered by independent courtyard walls and tall trees, and the concealment is first-class, so those privileged people who are always afraid of showing their heads are very fond of this place, and they can protect their ** very well. Whatever they're doing here, they don't seem to be discovered, but that also means that even if there is a crime, it will not be known if it happened in these high-ranking households.

Of course, the houses here also have a fatal heel, due to the age of the building, the architecture of that era, almost never considered, the need to be equipped with toilets, so all the villas here do not have toilets.

In the past, all the people who lived here had to use public toilets. In recent years, many people have begun to try to add a bathroom to their house, but this is not an easy task, so there are still many people who do not have a bathroom and continue to use public toilets.

The "nine puffs of smoke" slowly stopped in front of the villa, and because of the dead of night, the roar of the locomotive's engine could be heard far away, making it impossible to make out where it came from.

Chubal's villa, in appearance, is comparable in size to Frank Mill's house, but the architectural style is more elaborate, but it also looks more archaic and quaint.

Franky Mill, the "Nine Puffs of Smoke" was parked under a pine tree outside the courtyard. The three of them hurriedly got out of the car, and without saying a word to each other, they went straight to the porch of the villa.

Frankimir rang the doorbell several times, but no one answered the door, indicating that if the people in the house were not sleeping too soundly, there was no one in the house at all.

Frankimir looked at Leo and signaled that he was optimistic about the proprietress and not let her mess around at this time and ruin their plan of action.

Leo understood what Frankimir meant, and he didn't say anything, just nodded silently, indicating that he knew what Frankimir wanted to tell him.

Frankimir used two small iron skewers to open the door easily, these unencrypted and reinforced household locks, for Frankimir, are not worth mentioning at all, this is the basic technology that every KGB secret police has mastered, imagine that children know how to breathe from birth. If you don't break the lock, it's like exhaling the climate, but you forget how to inhale.

When the door opened, it was pitch black, darker than the cloudy night sky on the coast. In the darkness, where you can't see your fingers, you can't see what kind of furniture is placed in the room.

The darkness has not been able to stop Frank Mire, who has the ability to adapt to the darkness more easily than anyone else. He walked like a fly, rushed into the house lightly, cautious and agile, and quickly scanned the entire villa.

There was not a single person in the seven rooms on the two floors of the house. It seems that the proprietress is right, the comptroller named Chubal is not in his own home. (To be continued.) )