Elena dragged her tired body and got up from the iron bed, and he walked slowly towards the coffee table in front of the window, which seemed to be for the bottle of rum placed on the coffee table.

Although the land of the Soviets was vast, there was no place where sugar cane was grown, so the Soviet Union did not produce this rum made from sugar cane.

It is clear that the rum on the coffee table is not owned by the Soviet Union, but from a distant and exotic land, from the Americas, where the United States is located. The Americas, especially Central America, have been famous for their rum production since ancient times, which is a passionate liquor that belongs to pirates.

"What are you going to do?" Frankie Mill said lazily as he slumped on the bed.

"I just wanted to have a drink, but I didn't expect you to be so powerful, and people couldn't bear it." Elena looked back and said affectionately.

"Can you bring me a drink too?" Frankimir rolled over and said lazily.

"This isn't vodka, aren't you just drinking vodka?" Elena said with a stupid smile.

"Isn't it okay to change the flavor once in a while?" Frankimir stretched and said, this sentence reminded him of Medusa, who was not a good woman, but a woman who made men unforgettable.

"Is it the same for women?" Elena asked suddenly.

"What?" Frankimir didn't expect Elena to ask such a question, but suddenly realized that she seemed to have said the wrong thing, and the woman's insight was really keen.

"What are you talking about, it's just a glass of wine, does it mean that people who drink only one kind of wine must be very single-minded?" Frankie Mill smirked, trying to find fault and pick up the page.

"Really? But ......" Elena stopped talking, picking up a dark green bottle of rum in one hand and two goblets made of bohemian glass in the other.

"But what, nothing. There is only you in my heart, and you are the only one. I assure you, I've been thinking about you all the time, I've been thinking about you all the time, I've been thinking about you all these days. Frankie Mill swore that it was another woman that came to mind, and that was Maria, who had been by his side all the time he had suffered.

"Because you miss me, you go to find another woman?" Elena said as she walked back towards Frankimir.

"What are you talking about! Don't you believe me? Do you think I'm lying to you? Frankimir said in an excited tone.

"Okay, let's not talk about that, I know you love me, let's have a drink." Elena sat down on the iron bed and said with an affectionate smile, but the gentle smile on her face seemed so stiff.

Frank Mire knew very well that Elena was still haunted by it. Frankie Mire didn't want such a big gap between the two of them just after they reunited, and he really hoped that Elena would understand that he was indeed in love with Elena.

"Come on! Let's have a drink for our reunion after a long absence. Elena handed Frank Mire a glass, and she filled herself with a glass of rum, as well as Frank Mire.

"Alright! Let's toast, for our love, you are my love, I swear to God, I love you alone. Frankmir raised his glass and drank it down.

"Really? But in your faint smell of sweat, I smell blood, and in the smell of blood, I smell women's perfume. The lingering smell of perfume told me that it was a shocking beauty. Elena said casually, her sea-blue eyes full of complaint.

Frankimir was stunned for a moment, hearing this, he finally understood, why Elena didn't believe in herself, Medusa is indeed a fragrant woman, and it is not unusual for her fragrance to remain on her body after a few lingering episodes last night.

I only blame myself for being too careless, completely forgetting what happened with Medusa last night, women's insight is always surprisingly amazing, especially when it comes to dealing with other women, their sense of smell is even sharper than that of cats.

Frank Mire's mouth was wide open, somewhat speechless, not knowing what to say. He wanted to find a reasonable excuse to prevaricate the matter, and although he knew that Elena would not blame him or ignore him for this matter, out of guilt and shyness, he still wanted to find a reason for himself that sounded like a crown spring.

At this moment, just as Franky Mill was about to say something, he suddenly felt a dizziness in his mind, and his consciousness began to blur a little.

He didn't know if it was the after-effects of last night's battle or the fermentation of rum in his body. It's not a low degree, but Frank Mire is also a very heavy drinker.

Frankie Mill shook his head to refresh himself, but he felt his consciousness become more and more blurred, and his whole body became groggy and a little dizzy.

In less than a minute, Frankimir collapsed on the bed again, with no expression on his face, as if he had fallen asleep.

Elena put down the rum in her hand, got up from the iron bed, took a few steps back, and stared at Frankimir with a thoughtful gaze, as if she was thinking about something to herself.

At this time, the door was suddenly opened, and three men in black walked in from outside the door, all of them were wearing black suits, black trousers, black leather boots, black shirts, black sunglasses, black socks, and even the cuffs were black.

They are not often dressed in the Soviet Union, and in this day and age, there are very few people in the Soviet Union who will run around in suits, which seems to be regarded as an extremely depraved and corrupt pleasure that only capitalists can pursue.

The three of them walked into the house, ignoring Elena, and went straight to Frankimir, who was lying unconscious on the bed.

Elena also ignored the three men in black, just looked at them indifferently, and just dragged Frankimir out of the guest room.

Frankimir was a burly man, and it took a lot of effort and effort for the three men in black to get him out of the guest room and into a tall Mercedes truck parked outside the motel.

Elena stood by the window, silently watching the Mercedes truck, disappearing into the endless pine forest, and the roar of the car engine could no longer be heard.

The truck sped north through the jungle and along the long coastline, as if it were afraid of losing time.

After five or six hours of high-speed driving, from sunset to dusk, Mercedes trucks turned into a dock factory. There are containers everywhere, but all the containers here are rusty, as if they haven't been used for a long time.

The various equipment of the wharf factory is very dilapidated, and it has been abandoned for a long time, but in the berth space of the wharf, there is a huge ship with brilliant lights moored, and the full load displacement of this giant ship, not to mention more than 150,000 tons, is a huge cargo ship that can transport a large number of materials.

The truck stopped in front of a small two-story building near the giant ship, and all three men in black got out of the car at the same time, and walked into the dilapidated two-story building, disappearing into the darkness where they could not see their fingers, leaving Frankmir alone in the trunk of the Mercedes-Benz truck. (To be continued.) )