The sudden gunfire shocked everyone.

"What's wrong?" Yulia asked in alarm.

Voice...... Seems to have come from them? Frankimir's eyes rolled up, feeling the direction the voice was coming from.

"They...... They're going to be fine, right? Yulia asked.

"I don't think so, if something happens, they will use the walkie-talkie and contact us as soon as possible." Kafka waved his hand and said he didn't want anything to happen.

The gunshots just disappeared and never rang out again. Yulia was still not at ease, she pressed the talk button on her shoulder, the walkie-talkie, and the walkie-talkie immediately made a noisy electric sound.

Yulia slanted her face and shouted into the walkie-talkie, "You're all right! Please answer if you hear it. ”

After a long time, there was no response on the intercom. Yulia shouted again, but there was still no response. Yulia shouted three times, but there was still no response. At the moment, no one can still fool themselves into believing that nothing has happened to them.

Yulia kept shouting into the walkie-talkie, Kafka's face was heavy, and he picked up the AK47 rifle he had just put down from his desk, and now Kafka seemed to have forgotten about how to fill his stomach.

"You two go over and take a look, and if there's any situation, let us know immediately." Kafka said to the two officers.

The two officers adjusted their equipment to make it the best possible combat readiness. One after the other, they slowly walked out of the study along the way they came.

"Be careful." As they left, Yulia reminded.

The two officers nodded to Yulia and disappeared in front of the study.

Frankimir, Yulia, and Kafka stood quietly in the study, silently staring at each other. They held their breath and stood motionless, waiting for the two police officers who had just gone out to come back and tell them the answer.

Suddenly, another gunshot came from the house, and then the gunfire disappeared again. Everything was restored to deathly silence.

Yulia immediately pressed the call button on the walkie-talkie, and eagerly shouted into the walkie-talkie, but as before, no one answered.

The three of them looked at each other with a sense of foreboding lingering in their hearts. The helpless confusion was far more frightening than any horror already known. In this silent study, they could feel the restlessness of restlessness.

"No, we have to go over and have a look." Yulia said, stepping to leave the study.

"Stop, how can you let a woman pass." Kafka's voice was low, and he was equally uneasy, a terrible feeling far more unbearable than hunger.

"Looks like it's our turn." As he spoke, Frankmir removed the bazooka from behind him, loaded it with a blaster, and carried it onto his broad shoulders.

"Your words sound awkward." Yulia said. She was busy adjusting her belt, and she was not surprised by Frank Mire's words, she just didn't like the way he expressed them.

"Now is not the time to joke. Follow me, and we'll see. Kafka slapped the AK47 rifle in his hand and removed a loose ball grenade from his waist. He tightened his grip on the loose ball grenade and snapped his thumb into the gleaming silver fuse tab.

The three of them walked slowly out of the study, back to back, shoulder to shoulder. Such a position is enough for them to see the enemy from any direction.

For them, it is extremely dangerous in any direction. Because you never know where the enemy will appear from in the next second.

They walked through the hallway, past the foyer, to the living room, and saw nothing along the way. Walking down the living room, they came to another room, which contained only a thick carpet, an ornate sofa, and some expensive china.

In this way, they passed through three rooms in succession, and in one room with a high-end piano, they saw the prison guards lying in pools of blood.

The five prison guards, all lying on the blood-soaked carpet, could tell that they had been shot several times and died, and the only ones who were not here were Raul and Fraser.

Kafka suddenly realized, he understood everything in an instant. Thousands of precautions, house thieves are difficult to prevent, but I didn't expect them to die in the end, not in the hands of unknown monsters, but in the hands of their own teammates, this is really the biggest irony.

"Bastard! Those two bastards must have done it. Kafka scolded viciously, and before the words fell, the AK47 rifle in his hand was already aimed at Frankmir's chest.

"What are you going to do?" Yulia screamed.

"Shut up, I'm going to abolish this guy, otherwise we'll end up like them." Kafka said with a grimace.

"No, no, you can't be so reckless!" Yulia said, standing in front of Kafka's gun.

"Oh! Yulia, you're so kind. You still don't understand? They're a gang that wants to kill us and run away. He has taken advantage of your kindness and compassion to deceive you into trusting you by creating the illusion of saving the Gulag people. He's a heinous man, and this will only hurt you, and we'll all die at his hands, don't you see his schemes? Kafka shouted as he tried to convince Yulia, but it was not clear why Yulia would trust a prisoner.

"Maybe it's not what you think, we don't know what's going on here. If Frankimir really wanted to kill us, it would have been easy, but he didn't do it, which shows that he deserves our trust. Even the warden believed him, didn't he? Yulia said that she didn't want Kafka to do something irreparable.

"You are all so kind, always think of others as kind as you are, and you don't know what it means to be cold and sinister."

"No, trust me, trust me this time."

"I don't want to have a wave of unevenness."

"At least let us hear what he has to say."

What did he say? I don't believe anything he says. ”

"Frankiemir, say something!"

"Ahh What do I say, I don't know anything. If he wants to kill me, then you can try! Frankie Mill said ambiguously. Kafka wanted to kill him, and he was not surprised at all. However, Yulia was willing to block the muzzle of the gun for him, which he did not expect, and he was really afraid that Kafka would be in a hurry and the gun would go off and injure Yulia.

"Damn it!" Yulia couldn't help but scold.

"Look, he's at a loss for words."

"Enough, you two men, it's all a wreck. At a time like this, I'm just angry like a shrew. Have you ever wondered how dangerous we are now? You should learn to trust and trust each other so that you don't mess up. Yulia said.

"Trust! Talking about trust with a prisoner is like seeking the skin of a tiger. Sooner or later, I will be killed by this kind of trust. Kafka was talking to Yulia, looking at Franky Mill without blinking.

"As a secret policeman, if you only know how to trust, I'm afraid I've died a thousand times." Frankimir was talking to Yulia with his eyes fixed on Kafka.

"Damn, men are all fucking assholes." Yulia scolded angrily, the extreme nervousness and the negative attitude of the two made her a little incoherent, and she felt that she was about to go crazy.