Soon after the truck stopped, Frankimir came to his senses, and although his consciousness returned, he felt heavy and his head ached even more.

Frankimir thumped his temple hard, hoping to relieve the unbearable headache, but no matter how hard he tried, the pain could not be relieved in the slightest.

It was a long time before Frank Mire noticed that he was no longer in the motel room. He found himself in the bed of a transport truck, wondering why he had come to this place.

All of this happened after Frankie Mill fainted. Naturally, Frank Mire would not know what had just happened.

All Frankimir now wants to know is where Elena is, where she is, what the hell is going on, and why she is the way she is.

Frankimir looked around, and in the darkness where he couldn't see his fingers, Frankimir suddenly noticed that there seemed to be two dark glass windows on the iron wall that resembled the door of a truck, and the faint moonlight was shining through.

Frankimir was overjoyed, and he immediately resisted his headache, got up from the ground, and rushed towards the glass window. Through the glass window, Frankimir could faintly see that the sky was full of stars, and that the place where he was looked like a factory.

That's when Frankimir finally determined that he was indeed in the trunk of a van. Frankimir took a few steps back and sprinted towards the trunk door, trying to slam it open.

Suddenly, there was a loud bang, and the door was not knocked open by Frankimir, but Frankimir was bounced back and fell heavily in the trunk.

Frankie Mill was already unwell, but now in such a fall, he felt that his internal organs were torn apart, and now not only did he have an unbearable headache, but even his heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys, there was no place that was not suffocating.

Frankie Mill struggled to get up again, and it didn't look like this was an ordinary truck. If this was really an ordinary truck, even ten of them would have been knocked out by Frank Mir.

Frank Mill returned to the door, this time focusing on the two windows. Unable to hit the car door, Frank Mill thought and simply smashed the car window. Breaking the glass will inevitably hurt your fist, but if you want to get out, there seems to be no other way.

Frank Mire gritted his teeth and slammed his fist into the window. The fist slammed against the window, and nothing seemed to have changed except for a loud bang.

It seems that it is not only the trunks that are made of special materials, but even the windows are not made of ordinary glass, they are not even glass at all.

Frankimir walked back to the middle of the car and sat down nonchalantly, intending to use the "Gustav's Heart" to get out of danger, but before he could do so, he had to regain his strength.

Ever since he woke up, Frankmir had been feeling a splitting headache and feeling weak, and he needed some time to regain his strength so that he could get out of this place.

With Frankimir's current physical strength, it was obvious that he could not escape from the specially made trunk, and the only thing he could do was wait quietly.

The idleness of the situation made Frankimir wonder where Elena had gone and why she was here.

Suddenly, Frank Mire seemed to hear a familiar voice from outside the trunk. Frank Mire's face suddenly changed dramatically, just because the voice outside the car compartment, although he couldn't hear it very clearly, was enough for Frank Mimir to accurately identify whose voice it was.

The sound was all too familiar to Fran Silence. Because not long ago, these extremely recognizable voices were always haunting him, making him feel so bad that he only felt disgusted and wanted to vomit.

This voice is not beautiful at all, let alone the voice of a beautiful woman, but the man with a fat brain and three scars on his face, yes, this is Kafka's voice.

Frank Miir immediately stood up and ran quickly towards the window, not believing his ears at all, and wanting to see with his own eyes at once whether he could see what he heard.

Frankie Mire simply cannot be dwarfed, Kafka would be in this place, why is he here, he could not be here. Frankimir preferred to believe that what he had just heard was nothing more than an auditory hallucination.

However, Frankimir soon saw a middle-aged obese man standing outside a two-story building, and this man, of course, thought that he was none other than Kafka, who had a fat head and big ears and three scars on his face.

It wasn't until he saw Kafka with his own eyes that Frankimir had to believe that what he was hearing was not an auditory hallucination, but that Kafka himself was indeed there.

Seeing Kafka in the distance, Frankimir couldn't even believe his eyes, but he couldn't help but believe what he was seeing.

Kafka was standing on the steps of the two-story building, swearing and complaining. His temperament has not changed at all, just as it was when Frankimir knew him. It's just that Kafka's body is now dressed in jewels, much like those pampered big landowners during the Tsarist period.

Why Kafka is here, and where it is sometimes, Frankimir racked his brains and couldn't figure out what was going on.

At the time of their separation, Frankymir clearly remembered that Kafka was still in the Twin Cities, and it seemed that he was treated like an "invincible general".

Frankimir also remembers that when he and Maria left the Twin Cities, the warden told them that he would leave the Twin Cities in ten days, return to the Soviets, and try to rebuild the Gulag.

Could it be that Kafka had followed the warden, left the Twin Cities, returned to the Soviets, and rebuilt the Gulag?

Frankimir soon realized that the place he was at the moment was most likely the re-established Gulag 2371. This is a very probable case, otherwise Kafka could not have appeared in it, and this seems to be the only explanation and answer.

Just as Frankimir hesitated, another equally familiar figure slowly walked out from behind Frankimir. Frankimir will never forget that beautiful and graceful figure, that extremely exaggerated beauty, made any man who has seen her unforgettable in this life.

This is Yulia, who has a proud big breast, but is also slender and tall. Yulia's beauty may be far inferior to Medusa's, but her perfect body is beyond even Medusa's reach.

If two beauties really come together and want to compare whose figure is more charming, then this beautiful spy who is famous all over Europe can only be ashamed of himself in front of our doctor of biology. A woman with a chest and a brain like Yulia may only be unique in the world.

Seeing Yulia's appearance, Frankimir felt an indescribable excitement. He always felt that there seemed to be some indescribable feeling between himself and Yulia.

This feeling subtly affected him, and he did not deny that he really wanted this hot woman, but he was able to realize that his feelings for Yulia were not just out of pure lust and desire.

Just like Frankimir did to Medusa, that kind of **naked desire* and greedy desire are completely felt by Frankimir himself. But between him and Yulia, Frankimir seemed to want something other than pure men's desire for women, but he himself did not know what he wanted from Yulia. (To be continued.) )