Looking at the Gulag in the distance, Frankimir always had an indescribable feeling.

He was no stranger to this place, and in the past he used to escort the so-called neo-Nazis to the labor camp where the largest number of Nazis in the Soviet Union were held.

I only hope that they will be able to change their minds, make a complete break with erroneous thinking, understand the truth of the objective world and the inevitable trend of human society, and thus find a correct outlook on life and redevote themselves to the great revolutionary cause of the Soviets.

Leo and the proprietress are no strangers to this place, neither of them likes this ghost place, but for their own business, they are still more or less, and they have followed Chubal and come to the Gulag labor camp a few times.

So none of them were the kind of people who had never seen what a prison was like, especially Frankimir, who had been imprisoned in the Gulagri not long ago. Although the gulag in which he was imprisoned was 2371, and the gulag in front of them was 2366, since they all belonged to the same unit, there was no major difference in the overall layout and architectural style.

But even so, they still find it difficult to accept the sight in front of them. Everything seemed to have changed, and they didn't know it at all. They even began to wonder if they really should, continue to approach the Gulag.

However, at this moment, in addition to his own plan, Frankimir had another thing in mind, and that was Elena.

The proprietress said that she was also taken away by Chubal, and if that was the case, then she should be in the Gulag by now, but there were really people in such a Gulag.

The thought of the woman who had haunted him began to turn into confusion, and he tried to dispel the image of Elena in his mind, knowing that now was not the time to think about these things, he had more important things to do, and that was the matter of life and death.

"Are you sure we're going to that kind of place?" Leo asked in a trembling tone, he could no longer hide the cowardice and fear in his heart, he was a timid fellow, he knew that it was more than a thousand times smaller than his color heart, although he himself knew what he was afraid of.

"I think Leo is right, obviously it's not a good day. If you move forward, it may not be a wise choice. The proprietress who had never said a word along the way also said tremblingly while combing her hair that had been blown up.

As long as there was a chance, she would never want to go near that terrible gulag.

"Why not? We're all here anyway, and we seem to be unguarded ahead, and tonight's gulag is indeed a bit strange, isn't it just right for us to unravel the answer? Frankie Mill frowned, feeling the same sense of uneasiness.

Now Frankimir is also a little hesitant, but if he doesn't get into the tiger's den, if he misses today's opportunity, who knows if there will be a chance in the future. He thinks that the search for Chubal, this clue is not wrong, this is the right direction.

Now that the Gulag is unusual, it seems to prove that he is right, maybe the answer he wants to find is hidden somewhere in the Gulag, since it is originally a life of nine deaths, what is there to be afraid of now.

"Curiosity kills cats! Haven't you heard of it? Leo asked with a panicked look, he found that Franky Mill seemed to be ironclad, even if it was hell, it seemed that he was going to break through.

"Curiosity doesn't kill cats! That's what I've heard. Everyone should be a little adventurous, and only then can they create their own life. Franky Mill said, reactivating the "Nine Puffs of Smoke".

"Adventurous spirit is not the same as killing oneself." Leo grumbled angrily, knowing that he couldn't convince Franky Mir.

"You're going to regret it." The proprietress shouted helplessly.

The snow in the sky was getting heavier and heavier, and Frankmir drove the "Nine Puffs of Smoke" and quickly approached the Gulag, he had already realized that there was a great possibility and great danger lurking ahead, but he did not need to waver in the slightest.

Franky Mire knew there was no turning back. Either go forward, find out the truth, and catch the real culprit. Either you can deceive yourself, tie your hands and sit still. Even if he is willing to let go of those villains and can ignore his past suspicions, those villains will never let him go, at least not Zhukov.

Frank Mire knows his current situation better than anyone else, even if it is the tiger's den in Longtan, he has to break through, if he can break through, he will win himself a way to live, if he just stays in place and looks forward to it, once the pursuers come, I am afraid there is no way to live.

Frank Mire believes that this mysterious 2366 must hide the answer he wants to know, and he even thinks that what happened here may have something to do with him. Now he has to rely on his own strength to find all the clues.

The "Nine Puffs of Smoke" soon came under the steel gates of the Gulag, and they still hadn't seen anyone until now. There were no guards guarding the gates, and there were prison guards who patrolled the night in the sentry. In short, there was no one, as if they were all gone.

The mottled tall iron gates, half-open and half-closed, the red brick walls and barbed wire fences have long been covered with a thick layer of snow.

At this time, the Gulag was dark, and the world fell silent to a deep darkness. There wasn't a shimmer of light here that made the chills linger, and they could even smell death.

Everything in front of me seemed as silent as death, but it made people feel like they were looking for a murder scene.

In the pitch-black gulag, there was a sudden glimmer of light, perhaps accustomed to the darkness, and the light was not only extraordinary, but also made people feel even more frightening.

It was the light of a flashlight, Leo called, and Frankmir brought it out of the villa.

The lights of the "Nine Smokes" were too dim, and they were all blocked by the iron door, so Leo wanted a flashlight to see what was going on inside the Gulag.

Leo was the first to jump off the "Nine Smokes", since there was no way back, this made him, no longer seem so afraid, he shone the light of the flashlight into the empty iron door, except for the blinding barbed wire, he seemed to be able to see nothing.

"Oh my God, what's going on? Could it be that the Gulag moved away silently? This action is inevitably too fast, or can it be said that the conquest revoked 2366, and the prison guards and prisoners here were shunted to other gulags. Leo asked, standing in front of the crack in the door, and then he ran back and stared blankly at the huge Gulag badge on the iron door.

"No wonder there has been no news of Chubal in the past month, it turns out that they are all busy moving. It's really a bastard, is this going to be a mother, and it's not possible to close the door. The boss complained with some annoyance.

"Hey, hey! Otherwise, if you mix with me in the future, with the attitude and eloquence of the boss's wife, there is absolutely no problem being my deputy. Leo said, running over and helping the proprietress out of the car, because of the proprietress handcuffs, still handcuffed, so it is very inconvenient to get in and out of the car.

"You're so beautiful, I'm going to settle accounts with Chubal!" The proprietress scolded.

"Maybe it's not that simple, you'd better keep quiet." Frankie Mill said with a blank face. (To be continued.) )