Kafka!

Although what Frankimir could see, it was only a vague outline in the darkness. There is no doubt that this must be Kafka, only he will be so fat and big-eared, there are few people in the world who can have his size, and there will be no second person in Zhang Yue's humble house.

The night was very dark, and Frankmir still recognized at a glance, and the person with a fat brain in the night could never be anyone other than Kafka.

Where is Kafka going at such times?

If Frankimir is not mistaken, Kafka should have been the same as him, and it was the first time he came to the Twin Cities. Kafka should not be familiar with the Twin Cities, and there could not be any acquaintances he knew in this place. If he really had any acquaintances, then there was no doubt that there could be only one person, and that was Zhukov, who they were looking for.

Frankimir decided to follow Kafka and quietly go to see where Kafka was going. Maybe it won't be long before everything comes to light.

Kafka walked briskly out of the door of the humble house, but the guards around him did not stop him. Frankimir wanted to chase him out immediately, but he was afraid that the doorman would stop him, and Kafka would detect it. However, if you go out too late, you may lose Kafka.

Frankie Mill was bold, pretending to be nothing, and walked towards the door of the humble house. Like Kafka, he swaggered out the door. The doorman, armed with a machine gun, also did not say anything, let alone stop him, but just squinted at him.

When Frankimir came to the door, Kafka was walking to the corner of the street, and Frankimir immediately chased after him, but fortunately he did not lose Kafka.

The streets were so quiet that the people in the city were already asleep.

Except for Kafka and Frank Mire, who was quietly following him, there was no one in sight on the street.

The night was very thick and very quiet, and the turbid air, beside them, was covered with a thin veil, and only the distant sky, and they could still see the iron flowers splashing from time to time in the hot blast furnace that had not been extinguished.

Kafka sneaked through several blocks before suddenly standing still at a dark, narrow intersection of roads.

Kafka stopped suddenly, causing Frankimir to stumble and almost fall, forcing him to quickly hide under the porch of a house, and he thought that his whereabouts were detected by Kafka.

Frankimir hid in the porch and watched for a moment, and saw Kafka always standing in the street watching left and right, and then realized that he had not been discovered by Kafka.

In this way, it is impossible to say that Kafka agreed to meet in this place with someone, and there must be no other way.

The one who has not yet arrived must be Zhukov, or one of his men.

Frank Miir finally breathed a sigh of relief, and did not dare to concentrate carelessly, carefully observing all the situation on the street.

I waited for a long time, but no one passed by. This made Frankimir a little impatient, the air was so muddy, and Kafka was still standing in the street in the middle of the night, what was he going to do.

Suddenly, at this moment, three people staggered and appeared on the street, and they were walking and singing, holding wine bottles in their hands, and they looked like they were drunk.

The three drunks were all in pigtails, their clothes were long and tattered, they looked like they were not wearing pants, and the boots on their feet looked very strange, not like they belonged to them.

Could it be that this is the connector, who disguise themselves as drunks to hide their eyes and ears from others?

The three men walked in front of Kafka, singing and dancing, but Kafka remained motionless. Until the three disappeared at the other end of the street, Kafka did not react.

It seems that they were not Kafka's connectors, maybe they came to watch the wind first, or maybe they happened to pass by.

It didn't take long for two more people to come over on the street, this time a man and a woman, who looked very affectionate, and should be a pair of sweet lovers.

The woman was wearing a tight cheongsam, her face was very white, and her eye shadow and lipstick were very thick.

The man's dress is very strange, the top is the Tang costume of the Chinese landlord, but he wears a European-style top hat on his head, and a pair of gold glasses on the bridge of his nose.

In contrast, these two men, than the previous three drunks, are more like the ones who came to connect with Kafka. To Frankimir's baffle, the two men also passed by Kafka and did not communicate with each other at all.

Kafka still stood motionless at the corner of the street, and the couple, who looked like a couple, slowly disappeared at the other end of the street.

Frankimir was so anxious about who Kafka was waiting for, and he wanted to go over and ask Kafka in person.

At this moment, Kafka suddenly walked forward. Not far in front of him, a thin old man dressed like Zhang Yue's humble house, the two officials, were walking towards Kafka.

This time, there can be no mistake, this old man is Kafka's connector. Frankimir cautiously followed through the darkness of the night, wanting to hear what they had to say.

I saw this old man, wearing the official hat of the Great Qing Kingdom on his head, and the top of the hat was inlaid with blue crystals. He was dressed in a long robe, with a cane in his hand, and two thick books under his armpits, and the old man had a withered face and a little goatee hanging from his mouth.

"Stop!" Kafka stopped in front of the old man and said in a stern tone mixed with a bit of ferocity.

"Who are you? My wife sent you. You stinky foreigners, except for this despicable business of stalking, won't you find something else serious to do? All right! How much money does my wife give you? As long as nothing happens to you, I'll pay you double. The old man said dismissively.

"Yes, I want money, how do you know?" Kafka didn't understand what the old man was talking about.

Frankimir, who was hiding on the side, heard it a little inexplicably, what kind of street code is this.

"Tell me, how much do you want. As long as you follow me and don't tell my wife anything you see, you'll get what you want. It's a good business, don't you think? The old man continued.

"Don't give me nonsense, the ghost will take care of your wife. See that corner? Now go over to me at once, and then give me all the silver you have on you. Kafka said, pulling out the M900 pistol from his bosom.

The old man was taken aback, he knew that this guy was not a joke, and he could kill someone if he was not careful. He didn't understand why the private detective sent by his wife to investigate his ** situation would let him go to a dim corner, but the situation forced him, and the old man didn't want to anger this fat-headed, big-eared, fierce-looking man, and with terrible scars on his face.

Frank Mill was naturally even more puzzled, he had never seen such a joint code, as if he was robbing.

The old man was helplessly forced into a corner by Kafka and handed over all the broken silver and a stack of silver tickets on his body. There were a dozen taels of broken silver and fifteen silver tickets of two hundred taels, in addition to an ingot of ten taels of gold, which was quite heavy in his hand.

Kafka thought that the old man must still have hidden the silver taels that he had not taken out, and since he had never directly traded silver, Kafka did not have much concept of gold and silver, and he did not know that the gold and silver that the old man voluntarily handed over was already a considerable amount of money.

Ten taels of silver in the Twin Cities is almost enough for an ordinary family to live for a year, and if this old man is not a corrupt official, it is impossible for him to have so much money on him.

(The gold and silver of that era were worth more than they are now, the costume dramas in the TV series, tens of millions of taels of silver are too exaggerated, Wu Bingjian is listed as the richest man in the world, and his total assets are only 26 million taels, which is far more than the assets of the Rothschild family at that time.) ）

Kafka was not at ease, thinking that the old man still had a lot of silver hidden on him. Therefore, the old man was stripped of his essence, but he did not find any silver taels. But beyond that, a gold pocket watch and a gold soft pen. It's all a lot of money, and it seems that this is still a big stolen official.

"What's the matter!" Kafka scolded unhappily and put both the pocket watch and the soft pen in his pocket.

"You, you, you, what the hell are you going to do here......" The old man's face was full of fear, and the arrogance he had just now was completely gone.

"If you don't do anything, if you don't want to die, just give me a good job and climb into the trash." Kafka said, waving the M900 pistol in his hand.

The old man reluctantly climbed into the trash can, and then Kafka suddenly asked, "By the way, let me ask you, is there a place near here where there are more beautiful women?" ”

"Beauty? Only...... Only...... In the front two streets, there is a family of Fenglaiyi, and there is a family of Wanchun Pavilion, where there are all kinds of women, all women. The old man said resignedly.

"Give me to sit obediently in the trash can, without my permission, if you dare to come out, I will shoot you in the head, and hear that there is no such old immortal guy as you." Kafka scolded, and when he saw the old man, his whole body was in the trash, and he couldn't wait to run in the direction the old man said.

It dawned on Frankimir that Kafka was picking up someone. He is clearly robbing, he really disgraces the face of the revolutionary, how could he know such a scum.