Frankimir and Kafka immediately ran towards the shattered window.

The sight in the conference room was striking.

In the blink of an eye, dozens of prison guards lost their lives, and the monster standing in the conference room not only did not die, but became even more terrifying.

The two huge claws were now four, and the weak feet were gone. Four sharp and massive claws support a monstrous body twisted and deformed, exposing muscles and tendons. Similar to the back, there are several sharp sickle tentacles erected with teeth and claws, which look very penetrating, and on top of the sharp tentacles, there are two prison guards who have been pierced through the chest.

In the center of the tentacle is a huge muscular protrusion with a cataract-like retina, enclosing an eyeball that is several times larger than an adult's head.

The eyeballs kept blinking in the misty blood vessels, and the blue and purple tendons and blood vessels appeared from time to time, as if they were on the verge of bursting. The size of the monster in front of him is shorter than before, and the two extra giant claws make the monster's size even larger.

Both Frankimir and Kafka were dumbfounded, the thing seemed to be unkillable, and they began to believe that the monster in front of them was the one he had encountered in the cave. All this is incredible, it is already a life, but it has become more powerful in an instant.

If you insist on finding anything from this monster that is not as good as before, it may be that this monster doesn't seem to have a mouth.

They soon realized how ridiculous their ideas were.

Not only does the monster have a mouth, but it's even bigger, and it has an extra row of vertical teeth for no apparent reason.

It's just that now that the monster has no chest, his bloody mouth grows to his feet, and it is easy to be ignored if you don't pay attention, but if you pay a little attention, it is not difficult to find that this mouth is even larger, enough to swallow Frankimir and Kafka in one bite.

After discovering them, the monster shook off the tentacles and was pierced by the corpse of the prison guard. Clumsily and eagerly lunged at Frankimir and Kafka, it moved like a toddler, not yet able to fully adjust to its different body.

Franky Mill tried to pick up an AK47 rifle from the dead prison guard on the ground and prepare for the battle. He thinks that the only thing he can do at this moment is to launch a defensive attack.

Kafka didn't think so at all, he didn't think they could handle the guy in front of them, and their only choice at this time was to smear the soles of their feet.

Before Frank Mimir could pick up the AK47 rifle from the ground, Kafka grabbed him by the arm and dragged him out of the room.

"Hey! What are you doing! Frankie Mill grumbled puzzled.

"I want to ask you what you're doing! That guy is invulnerable, our weapons can't subdue it, so if you want to live, you can run away with me. Kafka didn't wait for him to finish, and pulled Frankimir along the corner.

Frankimir looked back helplessly, at the terrible monster that kept roaring. Kafka was not right at all, the AK47 rifle couldn't help the disgusting guy in front of him.

Frankimir had no choice but to give up his resistance and devote himself wholeheartedly to escaping. However, the monsters, who would let them go.

The four-legged monster followed, rushing out of the half-collapsed conference room and running into the snow, chasing Frankimir and Kafka as they ran for their lives.

The four-legged monster was hugely larger, far larger than Frankmir and Kafka, and one step was enough to surpass them by ten steps.

The distance between the two of them and the four-legged monster is getting closer and closer, and it seems that the four-legged monster will soon be able to catch up with them. Just then, they came to a bend when Kafka suddenly grabbed Frankmir by the neck and jerked him up. Frankimir was so focused on running away that he didn't pay attention for a while, but he was thrown by Kafka so much that he couldn't see anything in front of him.

Frankimir slowly got up from the ground, and the place was a black hole, and only a rough outline could be seen.

It was a utility room in the corner, and Kafka's quick wit allowed them to escape. The four-legged monster didn't spot the utility room, but chased down the corner on the other side.

"What is this place?" Frankie Mill asked curiously.

"A utility room is a place where you can put all kinds of tools. In almost every building here, there is a room in the corner, and the double doors can be accessed from the inside and outside of the building, but fortunately the door here is not locked, so we can escape. Kafka said as he lay on the ground panting.

"Thank you so much, you saved you and saved me." Frankimir stood up and cautiously looked around.

"It's nothing, we're even, I don't want to owe favors." Kafka was still dressed heavily, and his body was too heavy, which made it difficult for him to feed.

"We can look around here and see if there's anything we can use against that monster." Frank Mire slowly walked into the utility room.

"You're naïve, this is just a utility room, not an arsenal, are you going to use these mops and brooms to deal with that weird guy outside?"

"At least look for it, something is better than nothing." Frank Mire said as he rummaged through the utility room.

Kafka sat up from the ground, impatience on his face. He stared blankly at the darkness around him, and all he could see was tables, chairs, buckets, ladders, tin cabinets, all kinds of wrenches and pliers, and other everyday tools.

"Do you think that guy would be afraid of laundry detergent? It's hard to say that you can poison it with laundry detergent or soap. Kafka said relentlessly, with sarcasm in his words.

"It's hard to say, but now it seems that anything can happen." Frankimir turned his head and looked at Kafka. In fact, he could not see Kafka clearly, and Kafka could not see him clearly.

"We should put a bucket over its head, and then wet the mop and smoke it to death, I think they always treat prisoners like that." Kafka said dejectedly, he couldn't figure out what kind of medicine Frankimir had taken by mistake.

"What do you think this is?" Frank Mire's movements became much bigger.

"What?" Kafka looked up, and he could see nothing but a faint silhouette in the darkness.

Frankimir found a big guy behind several shelves, which was a "Andreas Saw" with a long blade, which is commonly known as a chainsaw, but the blade of this chainsaw looks longer than that of a regular chainsaw.

Frankimir shook the "Andreas Saw" in his hand and asked, "Why is there no connector?" ”

"This thing doesn't need wires, it doesn't need batteries, it's burned with refined petroleum, and of course diesel can be used. This makes it more powerful and more portable. I remember that we purchased 10 handfuls at that time, and I don't remember where they were thrown for too long. Kafka was in the dark, discerning what Frankmir was holding in his hand.

"The vents behind the armrests are huge, and you can see that it's a high-powered guy. What do you think of this thing, can you chop up that monster? If we shred the monster to pieces, I don't think it would ever come back to life anyway. Frank Mire wielded the chainsaw in his hand as if he were training.

"This thing is perfectly capable of chopping it up, I have no doubt about it, but only if the monster stands motionless like a stump, let's chop it up. Otherwise, before this thing touches it, we will already be torn apart by it. Kafka said noncommittally, and Frankimir could not tell from his words whether it was for or against.

"Is there refined oil here? In short, let's try it first, and it's better to sit back and fight for survival. ”

"Oh! I really admire you, where did you get so much confidence that you can handle that guy without being torn apart by it? ”

"I had no confidence at all, I just didn't try it, and who knows what the results would be? Most of our missions in the KGB seemed impossible, but in the end we were lucky enough to complete them."

"I'm not that lucky, I haven't even gambled on a game of pool in the bar for years."

"These are two different things."

"I think it's the same thing."

"Isn't there any oil here?"

"There's it in the tin bucket over there." Kafka pointed to a row of more than a dozen tin buckets in the corner. What was placed there was all unopened refined oil.

Carrying a chainsaw, Frankmir walked to the oil drum, the lid of which was so tightly sealed that it was not easy to open.

Among the piles of tools on a stand, Frankmir found a flat-mouth driver that he thought was long enough, used the driver to pry open the oil cap on the oil drum, and poured the refined petroleum, which smelled of strong oil, into the fuel tank of the chainsaw.

Franky Mill threw down the tin bucket and tightened the screw cap of the fuel tank. Through the regulator at the end of the saw blade, the saw chain was adjusted, and then the safety bolt was opened, and the start valve was pulled up, and the engine of the chainsaw immediately spun up, making a fly-like buzzing sound, but this sound was louder and more annoying than the buzzing of a fly.

When Frankimir held the handle above the chainsaw with one hand and the other hand, he turned on the brake lever and the chainsaw immediately roared.

"It doesn't look bad, this thing might really be able to deal with that monster."

"Well, maybe, but don't count me in."

"Together, we can definitely do a big job."

"I don't want to be a comrade with the prisoner, the warden is old and confused, so he will let you participate in this operation. Besides, you're a KGB agent, how can I compare with you, you're completely capable of dealing with that monster alone, it's more than enough, there's no problem at all, who needs my help, I can only get in the way. ”

Between the two words, a bright light fell from the sky and shone on the window of the utility room.

The line shines through the window into the utility room, instantly dispelling the darkness of the utility room. The two of them looked out the window in unison, and there was a loud roar in the sky when the helicopter propeller turned, and a gust of wind rolled up outside the utility room.

This is a new type of aircraft that appeared after World War II, and with its excellent performance, it almost instantly replaced the steam airship.

"This must be someone from the Ministry of State Security, yes, this is their helicopter, they are too late, Professor Saul has already informed them, these lazy guys." Kafka could not suppress the excitement in his heart completely, and he knew that the arrival of the Ministry of State Security meant that they were finally saved.

Frankimir also breathed a sigh of relief in an instant, as the Ministry of State Security had elite weaponry far superior to that of the Gulag prison guards and well-trained commandos on a par with the KGB. Their arrival is undoubtedly the savior of everyone in the Gulag, with them here, the monster can no longer show off its might, maybe it won't take an hour, the commandos of the Ministry of State Security, can solve the mess that cannot be cleaned up here.