"They're not police, they're like the people who killed your wife, they're all in disguise, and they're only targeting you." The woman said expressionlessly. The radiance of her complexion, with a strong sense of machinery, is extremely incommensurate with her beauty.

"How do you know, why didn't you tell me beforehand that you killed my wife! If I had been informed in advance, it wouldn't have happened if I had come back earlier. Franky Mire exclaimed emotionally.

"The question is on yourself, where did you go last night? If you're at home, you'll be able to stop it all. I have to admit that you are stronger than each of us, and you are strong enough to handle it. It's your fault, and you can't blame us. The woman said in a calm tone, his disdainful and provocative attitude was very captivating.

"At least tell me, shouldn't you?" Frankie Mill said with mixed feelings. His tone became low, and he knew that he was guilty of his wife's tragic death, and he had an unshirkable responsibility.

"Although the above has been aware of it for a long time, no one knows the specific situation. Two of us were killed today, so it's a bold guess that they're likely to come looking for you. So they sent me over, but unfortunately I was still a step too late and couldn't save your wife, for which I am sorry. All I can say is that this is just a pity that we guessed correctly, and we don't have any evidence to prove our point. The woman shook her head in frustration.

"I'm sorry, but I was so excited. Who knows, the world is unpredictable, and I can't blame you for that, but I am very grateful that you were able to come in time. If it weren't for you, I don't know what would have happened to these two impersonating cops, and I'm completely unguarded against them. Frankimir struggled to suppress the anger in his heart.

"Can I have a glass of vodka? It's cold tonight, I need to warm up. The woman said as she opened the pantry.

"Of course, you're welcome."

"Have a drink, too! I think you're in need of this right now. ”

"Then give me a drink, maybe alcohol will give me the answer." Frankimir walked towards the woman in black.

"Why are you still holding a candlestick? Because you don't worry about me? The woman said with a smile.

"There's so much going on tonight, I don't know who to believe." Frankimir shook his head and set the candlestick aside.

"Perhaps, I have a way to gain your full trust." The woman opened her eyes wide, which made her look even more attractive.

The woman leaned towards Frankimir, her plump and white breasts clinging to Frankimir's chest, and a faint fragrance of poppies made people's hearts flutter.

"In addition to trust, it may also bring happiness and forget pain." The woman gently grabbed Franky Mire and began to kiss his white cheek.

"Oh God! How can there be such a cute boy, will it melt in his mouth? The woman said as her hands began to rub around Franky Mir's body.

"You are a very beautiful woman." Frank Mire responded. He was in a trance, and he didn't know if it was because of too much blood loss or the medicinal effects of the tranquilizer. He felt thirsty, extremely tired, unable to concentrate, and even less inclined to think.

The gentleness of a woman makes it difficult for him to control himself. He hugged the woman into his arms hard, kissed her lips and pink neck roughly, and his primitive instinct turned into a passion that matched the male strength, and he became more and more reckless in the woman.

Not only do women not have any shyness, but they enjoy it. The woman slowly pushed Frankimir down on the couch and carefully threw herself into his arms. The sweet kiss made his blood boil, ** occupied every nerve. The body seems to have become a machine that is completely out of its control, ** becoming the sole driving force of this machine.

"Why don't you untie my clothes yet?" The woman asked silently, her lips, her hands, and her feet idle.

The deep kiss took Frank Mire out of breath, and his breath became rough and rapid. The woman didn't stop kissing, she stuck out her tongue and put it into Franky Mir's mouth. She reached out and unbuttoned Frank Mir's shirt one by one, took off his shirt, and showed him naked in front of her eyes.

Frankie Mill reveled in her lips and fragrance, and from her mouth unexpectedly, she felt a honey-like sweetness flowing from her mouth into her body.

Frankimir was able to discern that it was not an illusion, but that it was a real thing. He was instantly aware of the danger, and although he had never experienced it firsthand, he had heard of it for a long time. This honey-like sweetness seems to be the most mysterious and deadly weapon of the KGB "Swallow".

At this moment, fear arose, and he forcibly suppressed the fire in his heart, eager to push away the woman in his arms. But unknowingly, the woman hugged Frankimir's neck tightly with both hands, and her feet were also wrapped around Frankimir's waist, so that he couldn't break free from the woman at all.

Seeing that his consciousness was becoming more and more blurred, the things in front of him also spun as if weightless. In an instant, endless happiness turned into boundless pain, but it miraculously brought him an unprecedented survival**.

He bit the woman's lip so hard that she had to withdraw her tongue, and he scratched his fingernails at the woman's back, and he could feel his fingers sinking deep into the woman's flesh.

The woman cried out in pain, and at this moment, he seized the opportunity, jumped up from the sofa with both feet, hugged the woman desperately, and slammed into the wall of the room, with the momentum of dying together.

The woman saw that Frankimir was playing with herself, and she had no extra life to accompany Frankimir to die. She couldn't let go of her hands and feet from Frankimir, and struggled to break free the moment she hit the wall. Frankie Mire wasn't so lucky, he slammed into the wall, and the whole room shook with a bang.

Ignoring the pain, Frankmir scrambled to get up from the ground, broke out of the window without thinking, and hurried towards his "nine puffs of smoke". He stepped onto the "Nine Strands" and started the engine with a thump, and soon with a loud roar, Frankimir fled and disappeared into the boundless snow. By the time the woman chased her out the door, Frankie Miir was gone.

After an hour of running wildly, the speed of the "Nine Puffs of Smoke" drops dramatically, and the fuel in the bunker will soon run out, and if he can't refuel as soon as possible, Franky Mire will have to rely on his feet.

Frankimir looked around and saw that no one was chasing him. He managed to get rid of the terrible woman, and Frankimir couldn't help but feel a little scared when he recalled the scene just now.

He needed to refuel the "Nine Strands of Smoke" as soon as possible, and the special feature of the "Nine Strands of Rouge" was that as long as it could be burned in the boiler, it could be used as fuel for the "Nine Strands of Rouge". However, this is not always enough, digging up the dead branches and leaves buried deep in the snow to make fuel. Even if it is really used as fuel, how much effect can it be generated by combustion?

As far as the eye can see, except for a majestic manor, there is a coniferous jungle covered with thick snow. Where effective fuel can be obtained here, that is, the only manor left is left.

Frankimir looked at his bare upper body, and there was nothing but a waist bandage. He only wore big shorts on his lower body, which he changed into pajama pants when he bandaged his wounds. He never felt cold, and despite the fact that the Soviet Union had eight months of winter a year, he always wore the same clothes regardless of the season.

Obviously, there can be no money in either a waist bandage or pajama pants. He really regretted why he didn't take some money with him when he left home. As the saying goes, it's hard to move an inch without money, but then again, at that time, you couldn't even save your life, who would think about money.

Without money, it is impossible for the people on the estate to give him fuel. At this stage, the development of the productive forces is not enough for everyone to have the best consciousness. He would love to believe in the idea that it would help him get some fuel. At the same time, he was even more convinced that the people in the manor would regard him as a robber with mental problems and hang him up and beat him to death.