"Tell us how we can find him. Of course, I had to go to the Gulag and knock on the door. Frankie Mill asked.

"That's right, every time I meet with him, you arranged it, and now we want you to help us find him." Leo added.

"It's not that easy to find him now. To tell you the truth, I would love to find him too, and I call his home every day, and I am more like seeing him than you are. See how lonely and scolding I am here? I'm going to have him send the girls back, or I'll have to shut down." But I couldn't get in touch with him, at least we haven't been in touch since he took the girl away, so I can't help this time," the proprietress said helplessly.

"This is just your prevarication, do you really want to try to see if this thing in my hand is real or fake?" Frank Mire said, using the small-caliber pistol in his hand, and gently patted the proprietress on her face, which was as white as snow.

"I didn't deceive you, I'm the one who wants to find him the most now, he ruined my business, I think Leo you should also know how important business is to a businessman, don't you see it at all?"

"So how did you get in touch with him in the past?" Frankie Mill asked, after a moment's thought.

"Most of the time, he reached out to me, and he's a guy with a lot of eyes and hands. He is very smart, and it is said that when he was a child, he was a genius boy. Most importantly, he knows better than anyone how to make a fortune. Everyone said that if he were in the capitalist world, in less than ten years, he would become a capitalist second to none, and in fact the richest person, anything that came to him could be exchanged for money. I dare say that no one in the Far East is richer than him, but he is very good at hiding. I know he has a villa by the sea, and when I contact him, I call his villa and make an appointment and we will meet at his villa, only on rare occasions we will meet in the Gulag, it is not a casual place where you can come and go freely, of course he doesn't want to, we always meet in the Gulag, in that case he will choose my bar. I have been contacting him for the past month, and even took the initiative to go to his villa to find him, but he was not at the villa at all, and he never answered my calls. ”

"Wait a minute, Gulag staff, aren't they supposed to live in the Gulag's dormitories?" Frank Mire thinks the proprietress is counterintuitive.

"That's true in terms of strength, but he's an exception, and besides, who can have their own villa if anyone who works in the Gulag. He had two cars, which seemed to be British, and his villa was not so far from the Gulag that it seemed to take him less than an hour to get back and forth by car. So instead of choosing to live in a dormitory in the Gulag, he returns to his beach house every day. Because of this, I used to be able to reach him when I called him in the evenings and on weekends. He is a man of seclusion, and he rarely steps out of the house except for work, so it has not been difficult to find him all these years. However, the last few days have been a little too unusual, nothing like this has ever happened, it was as if he had evaporated from the world, but I knew him not to be a man who would leave me alone. ”

"Since you said that he is a person who likes to live in seclusion, is it possible that he has locked himself in the villa and does not want to see anyone, maybe he has encountered some troubles?" Franky Mill asked.

"I don't know, but I think he's been bothered enough lately, but I'm going to endorse him, and if he's at home, I should be able to see it. So I think he's definitely not at home, maybe he's always been in the Gulag, and I've heard recently that the Gulag is not very peaceful, and so many prisoners have run away at once. ”

"When was the last time you went to the villa to look for him?"

"About a week ago, I couldn't find him because I contacted him for several weeks, so I thought it would be useless to go."

"This matter is really strange, a big living person can't disappear out of thin air, but if you stay in the Gulag and never leave, it seems a little unreasonable." Leo felt that this matter was very strange, and the mere fact that he might stay in the Gulag did not seem to convince anyone.

Frankimir was also silent for a moment, he thought that there must be something wrong with this, maybe it had something to do with himself, or with Zhukov, who fled from the Twin Cities, and of course it was more likely to have something to do with those KGBLI who wanted to harm him.

One thing Frank Mimir was sure of was that, whatever this strange thing had to do with it, it would never have anything to do with his return to Vladivostok. He only returned to Vladivostok today, and even if his whereabouts had already been discovered by accident, then this person, who disappeared a few weeks ago, has nothing to do with his escape back to Vladivostok anyway.

Frankimir believes that further investigation of this matter may be a good breakthrough, on the one hand, you can figure out the reason for the time, and on the other hand, you don't need to be vigilant, after all, this matter, no matter from which level, is not aimed at yourself, you are not the goal, and it is naturally easier to act, and there is no need to be afraid.

It was Chubal who brought the "Steel Warthog" together with Leo the Short, and as an intermediary, he must have known a lot of intrigues, and he was probably an important figure among them. Now he is in trouble, but no matter what trouble he encounters, it is beneficial to himself, and he should take this opportunity to investigate this matter clearly.

The hostess went to the beach house a week ago, which means that the hostess has not been there for a week. So in the course of a week, is it possible for Chubar to return to his villa.

It's entirely possible, in a week's time, anything can happen, wasn't he still in the Twin Cities a week ago?

Frankimir was sure that Chubal's disappearance must have been done for some reason, but never for himself.

"Whether the guy is at home or not, I want to visit his villa, maybe we can find something, and it's not without benefit to all three of us. Now, we have to trouble you and come with me personally, my dear hostess. Frankimir said in a gentle tone.

"What! Are you kidding me to go to his villa? It's late at night, and it's cold enough to freeze people to death in the snow and ice, and that's a ridiculous idea. The look on the hostess's face was so incredible.

"There's nothing inappropriate, as the saying goes, it's easy to get things done when it's dark, with the two of us men with you, are you still afraid of the cold? In my opinion, we just walked and left, just right. Leo said with a fist.

"Don't you think it's better to see more clearly in the morning?" The proprietress knew that she had to go, so she could only delay as much time as possible.

She didn't want to go out with two ugly men at night. If it's two handsome guys, there's nothing to say, but just like that, two ugly monsters, it's really the biggest misfortune in life. Although the proprietress is already over thirty years old, she is still charming, and the Son of Heaven is good, even if she is not as good as those young and beautiful girls, she is also a glamorous lady with all kinds of charms, which can't help but make her think about the worst.

Two ugly men, with a woman in the middle of the night, and they still have guns in their hands, who can take care that they won't do that kind of thing, even if this boss lady is born with water * sex * Yang * flower, it is impossible to let such a dwarf, and a blind ugly ghost touch herself. This is not only the proprietress but also any woman who does not want to.

"Don't talk nonsense, if you don't want to be shot, then whatever I say, you just do it obediently, so as not to suffer more flesh and skin."

Frankimir stabbed the proprietress with a pistol, and the cold barrel that shimmered with metallic luster made the proprietress feel a chill, and she knew very well that she had no bargaining capital with them.

"Leo, there seem to be a lot of props in this room, help me find a pair of handcuffs and put our dear hostess on for the time being. I don't want her to mess with us while we're doing business. Frankie Mill said.

"Okay! No problem, I'll leave this matter to me, I don't have anything else, but when it comes to dealing with women, no one in the world is better at dealing with women than me. Leo said as he pulled out a pair of handcuffs decorated with pink balls from the game items in the private room.

Although this is just a prop for the game, it is a real thing, not a rag thing to fool people, and this thing is almost no different from the real handcuffs used by the police.

According to the scene that has happened so far, the proprietress was moved by some surprises, and when he lamented that he could not escape the clutches of these two lewd men, he couldn't help but feel very curious about the relationship between these two men.

Just now, when George spoke, it was like giving orders, and Leo's attitude and behavior, this was a little too abnormal.

Isn't Leo the boss? Why would he let his subordinates call him around, and he actually accepted it gladly.

When the proprietress was hesitating, Leo was already very neat, and handcuffed the proprietress with her hands behind her back. Such handcuffs, if there is no key, the proprietress alone cannot break free.

In order to avoid being found out that they had kidnapped the proprietress when he left the private room, Leo had to take off his shirt and wrap the proprietress in handcuffs.

In this way, the handcuffs will not be visible at all, and with the darkness of midnight, you should be able to fool through the level without anyone else noticing.

At this time, Frankimir handed Leo a dagger and asked him to use it to control the proprietress to ensure that when they left, the proprietress would not dare to act mischief, and to ensure that they could leave from here smoothly.

Leo looked at Frankimir and didn't expect that there were really a lot of guys on this guy, and it seemed that he was really prepared.

For the proprietress , Leo is a little too short, and the top of his head is only up to the pretty and firm buttocks of the proprietress . This made him only put the dagger between the two strands of the proprietress, if she dared to shout for help, it would simply destroy her completely, presumably he would not dare to do anything wrong.

This trick is tried and tested not only for men, but also for women, Leo thinks that the proprietress is a smart person who will not push herself into an irreparable fire pit. (To be continued.) )