The sudden and unexpected discovery surprised the three people in the room.

Another kind of terrifying haze enveloped the three of them in an instant.

Such a feeling does not come from the fear of betrayal, nor from the fear of the unknown, but from the feeling of being spied on.

Yulia didn't know what to do now, she had already realized that she was attracted to the man in front of her, Yulia didn't dare to imagine any possibility, she couldn't accept that the only man in the world who made her heart moved, would become such an ugly and terrible monster.

She frowned worriedly, struggling in a sea of endless pain. Yulia always thought she was a feminist, and she never realized that women could be so vulnerable.

"How? Let's go find the kitchen first! Hunger is the biggest enemy more than me. Frankimir cautiously consulted them, hoping that this would gain approval and turn the awkward scene over.

He knew that Kafka was hungry, and if he was lucky, this was his breakthrough. Even if they don't accept themselves and don't want to see him as a companion anymore. At least Frankmir didn't want them, thinking that he was completely different from them.

At this moment, a loud roar suddenly sounded outside the house, followed by a strong wind. Kafka immediately thought of the "Frost Mech" in the garden, and he was worried that Raul and Fraser would take the opportunity to steal the "Frost Mech". With nothing else to worry about, Kafka rushed out of his study, into the foyer, and into the garden from which they had come.

Yulia, fearing an accident with Kafka, immediately chased after them, they had already lost a lot of people, and there could be no more casualties. The sudden change allowed Frankmir to escape, but in a blink of an eye, he was worried, these two stupid pedants who graduated from biology majors did not receive professional military training, so arrogant, if there was really any danger, they were undoubtedly asking for their own death.

Frankimir never saw himself as one of them, but these two doctors, by nature, weren't bad guys. Compassion is shared by everyone, and Frankimir doesn't want to see an accident between these two people.

Frankie Mill sighed silently, picked up the light bazooka again, and chased after him. The three of them soon came to the porch, and the "Frost Mecha" was still parked in front of the marble steps. All they saw was a dark shadow, whistling across the iron sky.

A helicopter.

A helicopter gunship, flying over Moore Manor. The crimson sky is like rusty steel. The unrestricted emission of industrial exhaust gases has long corroded this sky beyond recognition.

"Helicopter" is a new type of aircraft that began to be put into the army and mass-produced after World War II. At the moment, the USSR did not have a small number of them, and only in important sectors did they have such aircraft. Perhaps it will not be long before it will be mass-produced, which is still extremely rare for now. Therefore, whenever a helicopter appears, it attracts special attention.

The NSA was undoubtedly armed with helicopters, so when helicopters appeared over the Gulag, Kafka and Frankimir were not puzzled. And now, who does the helicopter that appears above their heads belong to? The Northeast King of the Twin Cities? Can he have such advanced equipment? After all, in the Far East, now only the USSR has helicopters, such equipment.

"Where did this guy come from and where is it going?" Kafka looked up at the helicopter flying over Moore Manor.

"Wherever he's going, I don't think it's about us. What we should think about is ourselves, and I hope you don't mind me being so presumptuous. Frankimir said cautiously, as much as possible to avoid annoying Kafka.

Kafka turned his head and stared at Frank Mire, his eyes wide without saying a word.

"We'd better figure out the situation here as soon as possible, and then go back to the warden to get his life." Yulia walked between the two like a mediator.

For a moment they stared at each other, and the three of them stood under the porch, and neither of them could guess what the other was thinking at this time.

The roar of helicopters and the wind whipped up by the screws bent the grass in the garden and startled the birds sleeping under the eaves of Moore Manor.

In an instant, countless birds let out a desolate and piercing scream, completely covering the rusty sky.

The flock of birds in mid-air is like a black cloud, constantly converging and slowly extending.

Kafka, standing at the front of the porch, stared at the sky full of birds. He found that the birds in the sky were not ordinary birds, neither crows nor ducks, not even any kind of bird he had ever seen that could fly.

They were all like specimens, like rotting corpses, like bloody horror birds from the outer ring of hell.

The birds in the air swooped down on them, and a large part of them slammed into the hard armor of the "Frost Mecha", making a violent ping-pong crash. These strange flocks of birds are like they can't control their bodies.

Kafka didn't have the time to enjoy such a spectacular sight. He immediately opened fire to meet him, and Frankimir and Yulia, of course, were not idle, and hurriedly used the AK47 rifle in their hands to aim at the sky and shoot wildly.

The bullets flew through the flock of birds into the sky, and one after another, strange birds, let out miserable screams, fell from the sky. All of a sudden, there seemed to be a downpour of strange bird carcasses in the garden of Moore Manor.

There are too many strange birds covering the sky and the sun, and they have used up three bullets in a row, and there are still many strange birds in the sky. Frank Miir saw that if this continued, the three of them would only become a meal on the plate of these strange birds.

He threw his AK47 rifle behind him and sloppily slung his back to his waist. Grabbing Kafka's fat arm with one hand and Yulia's slender waist with the other, he ran unjustifiably towards the gate of Moore's manor.

Frankimir burst through the mahogany gate, unceremoniously slammed Kafka and Yulia on the carpet, and immediately turned around and quickly closed the door.

Kafka and Yulia, who were embarrassed, understood what Frankimir was going to do. They immediately got up from the ground and rushed towards the red gate, which the three of them hurriedly shut.

They leaned against the heavy wooden door, glad that they were safe for the rest of their lives.

Through the gate, they could hear the continuous crashing sound, which must have been the sound of the strange birds, attacking the gate with their bloody beaks.

The sound of such a violent impact made them think that if these beaks hit not the gate, but their bodies, the consequences would be unimaginable. Such a power is no less than the attack of an AK47 rifle, which is enough to pierce the three of them in the heart.

At this time, Kafka noticed that on the right side of the gate, there was a huge copper latch that could slide, and they pushed the latch forward, inserted it into the latch groove on the other side of the gate, and locked the door tightly.

Through the glass curtain wall of the foyer, they could still see the terrible strange birds that covered the sky like dark clouds.

Kafka sat on the carpet gasping for breath, and Yulia looked up at the strange birds outside the window, she wondered how it was a miracle that these strange birds with feathers falling off and their muscles festering could still fly into the sky.