Sent Betty away, Frankie Mill crept outside the heavy iron fence of the "zoo". He peeked into the room from afar, and because the weather was too cold, the four guards were napping on their chairs next to the firewood pile in the room, which was a golden opportunity.

Frankimir leaned cautiously and slowly until he could hear the slight snoring coming from the communication room, and he crouched down, clinging to the base of the fence under the iron fence, and moved into the gate of the "zoo" with trembling steps, looking like a huge hamster preparing to enter the granary. He walked slowly along the low, well-trimmed bushes, and walked and crawled, allowing the thickly covered bushes to become a natural barrier for him. It took him ten minutes to reach the foot of the "Zoo" administrative office building.

It is an 11-storey red brick square building, and next to the building are three huge boilers with hot gases constantly overflowing, and a thick pipe under the boilers continuously discharges filthy hot water into a stinky river that has not been frozen.

Frankimir looked cautiously around, and saw no one in sight, no sign of movement, only the three windows in the administrative office building were still lit.

It is not surprising that the emergency response team, located in the corner of the first floor, is still lit at this time. They are round-the-clock offices in round-the-clock shifts.

The remaining two rooms are also lit up, which is somewhat strange. It's three o'clock in the middle of the night, and no one will love their jobs, stick to their posts until this time, unless it's really that, family life is extremely discordant, to the point of wanting to die of overwork.

Like a gust of wind, Frankimir rushed through the bushes into the administrative office building. The "Heart of Verticality" he was looking for was on the second floor of the underground base, but at this moment, the office with the lights on the upper floor aroused his great curiosity.

He didn't go straight to the second floor of the underground base, but went straight to the two brightly lit offices on the fourth floor. He crept to the door of the first office, which was hidden, and he peeked through the crack in the door, and there seemed to be no one in the office. It seems that the last person to leave negligently forgot to turn off the lights.

Frankie Mill breathed a sigh of relief, and he walked into the room in frustration, there was really no one here, he simply forgot to turn off the lights.

Frank Mire subconsciously reached out to turn off the lights. Suddenly, he quickly withdrew his hand, glad that he hadn't turned off the light.

He shook his head and walked out of the office, planning to go to the next office to have a look, he thought that it would be the same as here.

Even though he already knew it in his heart, he still didn't dare to be careless. Frankimir was careful not to make a noise when he walked. About three meters from the office, he heard a wheezing sound coming from inside the office.

The men and women in the office were sweating and busy, repeating simple movements until they were exhausted and collapsed on the office couch like dead men.

Frank Mimir was not in the slightest interested in such a thing as the office. He has something to do now, and he has no leisure to be curious about this kind of reluctant male and female love.

Just as he was about to turn away, he heard the woman's voice, a very familiar voice. That's right, it was the woman in black who killed two police officers in his house and tried to kill him.

Frankimir hurriedly leaned against the wall, his heart was agitated, and his nervousness followed, and he was vigilant to hear what the people in the room would say. He was a little excited that he couldn't control himself, maybe tonight, he didn't have to bother to find the "vertical and horizontal heart" of the underground base. Maybe the dog man and woman will be able to tell him the answer.

Frankimir peeked in through the crack in the door, wanting to see what was going to happen next. He wanted them to tell him everything they wanted to know.

"Stay and live with me, in Vladivostok I need a wife." The man in the office gasped and said solemnly.

Frank Mire knew this man, his colleague at the "zoo" and at the same time one of his superiors. The man's name is Abakumov, who made great achievements in World War II and is now one of the eight important members of the KGB in Primorsky Krai. His upper body and face were badly burned during the battle, and doctors replaced him with steel tendons and titanium skin, and he has since been known as the "Steel Warthog". "Warthog" was the code name for his mission in Egypt, which was the most outstanding mission he had completed in his spy career, and the indecent title of "Warthog" has since become his proud capital.

Could it be that this "steel warthog" is behind all this? Frankimir could not think of any grudge he had against the warthog, why he had harmed himself, he had never offended him at work, and he had never had a personal grudge against each other. Abakumov, why do it how?

Frankimir was looking forward to their conversation, expecting to know the answer, and he couldn't wait to know. Everyone is like this, the more incomprehensible things are, the more they want to figure it out urgently.

"Don't you have a wife? If I were your wife, what would I do with your wife in Moscow? ”

"Come on! She and I have long been a husband and wife in name only, and if it weren't for the negative impact of divorce on our careers, I would have divorced her a long time ago. She was at home with an adulterer, which made me unbearable at all. ”

"I have heard that she was a virtuous wife, and that everyone praised her for her virtue and virtue."

"It's just hearsay. She's just a slut who hunts men everywhere, and if she didn't have a man, I don't think she would even let go of a boar, a hypocritical woman. It's better for you, a street girl, at least to be real enough. ”

"I thought that gentlemen like you looked down on women like us."

"Then you don't want to live with a gentleman? Don't mess with the nonchagrinous ** anymore. ”

"But I don't like to hang out with politicians like you."

"You're wrong."

"Really? I don't know what's wrong? ”

"You don't need to ask me who else in Vladivostok is better informed than you."

"That's why you approached me?"

"I like you more than intelligence. I compliment you because of your tenderness, and I admire you because of your beauty. I love you, incorrigibly love you, and you can't doubt my heart. ”

"I didn't expect a tough guy like you to be so oily." The woman pushed Abakumov away, got up from the sofa, picked up the corset on the desk, slung it over her shoulder, buttoned the buckle on the back of the corset, adjusted the corset strap on her chest, and squeezed her fair breasts tightly together.

"I'm telling the truth, don't you believe me?"

Abakumov said as he squirmed his mechanical lips.

"What do you say? I'd rather ask why I was asked to deal with Frankimir, who is such a beautiful man. ”

"You're not going to fall in love with that little white face, are you?" Abakumov touched the smooth mechanical head with his robotic arm.

"Shut up, do you think everyone is like you, an old pervert? All I want to think about is nothing but *hand over and do it*. ”

"At least I, a pervert, truly love you. Look at how the KGB treats you, as soon as the war is over, they will throw you away like garbage, without mercy, let you fend for yourself, and in the end you can only be reduced to a street girl in Flower Street Willow Lane. Abakumov patted the couch as he spoke, motioning for the woman to come back to him.

"That's enough, is that how you treat your own people? When you need it, you will please it in every possible way, and when you don't need it, you will kick it away. The woman threw the dress she had just held in her hand at Abakumov, who was lying on the sofa, turned her face away without saying a word, and combed her long wine-like hair in the mirror.

Frank Mire, who was hiding outside the door, only then noticed that the woman's hair was not black, and the lights in the house were too dim to see that her hair was so intoxicating burgundy.

"Don't lose your temper, I'm just kidding."

"You'd better go back to Moscow and find your wife."

"Look at you, look at you, always have a stinky temper."

"Does that answer my question, why deal with him?" The woman asked without replying.

Outside the door, Frankie Mill suddenly became excited, and he was about to know the answer to all this. He struggled to control his breathing, leaning against the wall outside his office, and he felt his heart beat as if he could be heard in the office.