Before the Steel Warthog takes the man back to shore, Franky Mill has to feel chagrin about where he should be hiding.

He didn't dare to appear in front of everyone like this, and in less than five minutes, the KGB personnel would appear in front of him, and in their eyes he was not a comrade now.

Going back to Medusa and Leo would be tantamount to throwing himself into the net, and the Steel Warthog would definitely investigate the matter thoroughly, and he would have to figure out that for the sake of Frankmir, he would be in Medusa's bar, and Frankimir would not take such a risk.

Going to Maria's house for the time being is a thankless task to walk from the coast to Maria's house without transportation.

Hiding in the wilderness, braving the bitter cold wind, until it was dark, Frankimir was not afraid of the cold, but he did not want to suffer this sin.

Frankimir searched hard in his mind for a place that could be used as a hiding place, and in his daily work, this KGB trucker-born secret policeman was very familiar with the situation around Vladivostok, and it can be said that there is no place within a hundred miles of Vladivostok that Frankimir does not know.

He suddenly remembered that there was an illegal motel not far away, and it was a place where filth and dirt were hidden, and the owner of the inn had already been sent to the Gulag to undergo a long-term labor reform.

The one who still supports the motel is said to be the innkeeper's wife. A young and beautiful Russian woman, and even more so an extremely shrewd woman. She had her own way of dealing with the members of the People's Commissariat and the local police who maintained law and order, so that her little motel was still alive and well.

It would be a good place to go, even if the environment is not very good, but because of the hostess, no one has ever gone to her car hotel to feel sorry for her all these years.

Anywhere in the Soviet Union wished to stay in any inn, it was necessary to have permission to go on business or to obtain a large permit for temporary residence from the Council of People's Commissars, otherwise no hotel or inn would dare to accommodate a person of unknown origin, even if the person was fully documented.

The motel was a different story, it was not owned by the government, it was undoubtedly illegal. Therefore, there is no need for any approval, application, or even registration to stay here.

These unique features are enough to decide to come to stay here, and they are all blind people. The vast majority of them basically have criminal records of one kind or another, and ten of them are wanted criminals at large.

The value of the motel's existence is that it is an out-and-out shelter for those who commit adultery. Of course, the reason why such a shelter can exist is that it can be sheltered by those in power.

The steel warthog will not find there, he will never dare to be so blatant, ramming the forces behind the car hotel, this is not good for him, the car hotel has been safe and sound all these years, and it has already formed some kind of delicate balance that no one can easily change when they go back, and the steel warthog will not be foolish, and take the initiative to stand up and be the one who stabbed the hornet's nest.

Frankimir did not dare to delay any longer, he immediately set off towards the motel, although Frankimir knew that the steel warthog would not find the car hotel, but if there was obvious evidence, no one could guarantee that the steel warthog would not find him.

This made Frankie Mir more careful, and as he left the shore for the motel, he deliberately destroyed the footprints left in the snow. To avoid returning to the steel warthog, follow in the footsteps of Frankimir and find the door effortlessly.

Frankimir brisked forward, about half an hour away, at the foot of the cliffs leading to the northern coast, a three-story building in the figure of seven, nestled in a snow-covered pine forest.

This is Franky Mir, the motel he was looking for, this inn is not large, it covers no more than five acres, and the three-story building has less than a hundred rooms in total.

The inn looked very dilapidated and lifeless like a haunted house, and anyone passing by would think that this place had been abandoned for a long time if they didn't want to know who was here.

Frankimir crossed the jungle to the downstairs of the motel, and stood under the eaves and looked out over the cloister, where a blackened brass oil lamp was lit only at the door of the reception room.

Frankimir walked slowly through the cloister to the reception room of the motel, and asked the young receptionist for a very small room.

The hostess, dressed and makeup, looked like a circus clown. From beginning to end, the young hostess did not say a word to Frankimir, which made one wonder if the hostess was a mute.

She just pulled out a pewter key from the old wooden counter, placed it on the polished brass countertop, and pushed it to Franky Mill, who was waiting in front of the counter.

People who come here never ask who they are, why they come, and when they leave. As long as there are rooms in this hotel, then anyone can stay here.

Frank Mill picked up the key to his room, and judging by the number on the key, his room should be on the second floor. At this time, the hostess stretched out her tattooed finger and pointed to the staircase not far away, indicating that Frankimir could go upstairs from there.

Frankimir nodded his thanks, and turned to walk down the hallway. Last night's hard fighting made him tired, and he just wanted to go to his room and get a good night's sleep. When you wake up, your fatigue is gone, and it's too late to think about other things.

Frankimir walked slowly up the old sunken wooden staircase, and with the sound of Frankimir's footsteps, the old stairway creaked one after another.

Frankimir came to the second floor, the third room on the right side of the second floor, and at this moment Cheche opened the door, and a figure walked out of the room.

Frankimir was shocked, he didn't want to be seen by anyone at this time, more things are better than less, seeing one person is better than not seeing people, wouldn't it be safer and more secure to hide silently by himself.

But even if Fran Silence wanted to hide, there was no place for him to hide, and it came so suddenly that there was no time for him to react.

Coming out of the room was a woman in a tight black skirt. This is really a peerless beauty who has fallen into the city and the country, with light brown hair flowing and smart, sea-blue eyes with deep grievances, a melon seed face like porcelain, a high nose bridge that is extremely beautiful, and a pink red lip that is soul-catching. (To be continued.) )