Zhang Yue bore the brunt of the drink and drank it all, and the two officials of the Twin Cities naturally did not dare to slow down.

Seeing that everyone was drinking the wine in the cup one by one. Kafka couldn't say he couldn't drink bars.

Kafka closed his eyes and tilted his neck, and drank the purple liquid, which he didn't know what it was.

Kafka smacked his lips, whether it was poisonous or not, it was the finest wine, there was no doubt about it.

Frankmir noticed Kafka's strange appearance. He felt that since he came to the humble house, this fat-headed and big-eared Kafka was a little unusual no matter how he looked at it.

This clean fat pig, as soon as he came here, kept playing with dirty dead insects. And this fat pig gives people the impression that it always has nothing to do with himself, and now he agrees to help others without hesitation, and pulls himself in.

Didn't this fat pig hate himself from beginning to end? And now he looks so moody, what happened to this Kafka, could it be that he was possessed by a ghost in that "heavenly beast firmament"?

It's not impossible, witch doctors are said to be spiritually possessed, a strange kind of sorcery. But the question is why did Mrs. Peacock choose such a dead fat man with a fat brain. But then again, Madame Peacock is not very human, and her vision must be extraordinary, which is completely understandable, which is why Madame Peacock chose such a guy, which is why Kafka became eccentric.

Frankie Mill was cranky, and he paid attention to Kafka. But how did he know that the "bugs" that Kafka fiddled with were **incense stolen from the "Heavenly Beast Firmament", and they were not dirty dead bugs.

The reason why Kafka agreed to help Zhang Yue was only because men always like to show their vanity in front of beautiful women, not Kafka's conscience.

Kafka insisted on pulling Frankmir in, because he knew very well that he was a few pounds and a few taels, and if he didn't pull Frankimir, it would be tantamount to looking for death in a clear way, and it was not that he looked at Frankmir differently at all.

Now this moody appearance is precisely because Kafka himself is not easy to trust the character of others, so he has doubts about the purple "Eight Immortals Drink".

Frankimir silently watched Kafka, he always felt that there must be something wrong with this guy. I saw that Kafka's cup was dry, and the amount of wine was really not small. But Kafka, who had a few pots of belly in succession and red ears, began to feel a little fluttery.

Kafka, who didn't talk much before, is now pulling these two officials of the Twin Cities, and it's endless.

Kafka gushed about how he participated in the Soviet-Finnish war when he was a student of international students, helped the embarrassed Soviet Red Army, and finally turned the tide of the war and won the final victory, as if this victory was all because of him.

Immediately afterwards, Kafka began to talk about his great achievements during the Great Patriotic War. Telling how he defeated the Nazi regiments that were so close at hand, that Moscow was heavily surrounded, it sounded like if it weren't for him, the Soviet army would not have been able to hold Moscow.

That's not all, the most unexpected thing is that he also has a love story that can be sung and cried. A German Nazi agent fell in love with him, a beautiful Germanic beauty with brown hair and sea-blue eyes.

Out of loyalty to the motherland, he angrily rejected the other party's pursuit. In order to achieve the great goal of emancipating all mankind, he never thought about his own personal problems for a single day.

Immediately after the war, he responded to the call of the country and went to the cold and lonely Siberian ice field to join the team of the wolf slaughtering movement. In order to prevent these hateful Russian wolves, hunt the livestock raised by the herdsmen.

The three scars on his face were left at that time. At that time, he spotted a pack of Russian wolves and surrounded a herdsman's family. So he rushed forward desperately, killed all the Russian wolves alone, and saved the herdsman children who almost fell into the wolf's mouth. Because there were too many Russian wolves at that time, he was accidentally attacked by those beasts, and he was left with these three deep scars on his face.

After the end of the wolf-slaughtering campaign, Kafka was transferred to the Far East to work in Gulag labor camp No. 2371, and since then he has lived a lonely life away from his homeland, and now he is nearly forty years old, but he is still alone, and has no children to this day, because he has never been married.

Like the Yellow River bursting its banks, Kafka gushes about his great achievements. Most of these heroic deeds can be sung and cried, even Yulia and Professor Saul, two colleagues who have known Kafka for many years, have heard of it for the first time, and I really don't know if it is really true, or Kafka is talking about it.

The hospitality of the Chinese is always very warm, and they will not give up until they get you drunk. What is surprising is that the amount of alcohol between Zhang Yue and these two Twin City Officials is surprisingly good, and it can really be described as a thousand glasses of not getting drunk.

Yulia, Maria, and Professor Saul were all overwhelmed. After pushing the cup and changing the cup dozens of times, the three of them were already a little, and the dizzy feeling was spinning.

Zhang Yue asked the maid to arrange a room for them to rest first, and only Kafka and Frankimir continued to drink and sing with them.

Kafka was an alcoholic, and Frank Mire was quite a good drinker, and not long ago he drank from dawn to sunset with Leo the Shorty.

The amount of alcohol of these two people in front of them is no smaller than that of Zhang Yue and the two officials.

They drank until the rust-red sky was dark and deep, and then they staggered and prepared to rest. Zhang Yue, supported by the maid, went back to his room. Kafka and Frankimir, there are also special people who arrange rooms for them. Escorted by the guards, the two people left Zhang Yue's humble house and returned to their mansion.

The two maids accompanied Frankimir to a room with a hot kang burning, and once inside, Frankimir hurriedly sent the maid away.

He didn't seem to be drunk, and in Frankimir's opinion, he should be the best drinker of them all.

The furnishings in the room are very simple, except for the hot ondol, there is only a table of eight immortals with the four treasures of the study, two bamboo chairs, a small tea table and a European-style cabinet.

Franky Mill didn't know what to do with such a thing as a kang in this steamer-like twin cities. He saw a bottle of rose dew on the tea table, and he remembered that it was when the maid brought him here, and brought it in with him, and it was said that this rose dew had the effect of curing hangover.

Frankimir walked over to the tea table, picked up a glass cup, and poured himself a cup of rose dew. The pale red dew is mixed with rose petals.

Frankimir drank the rose dew mixed with rose petals and moistened his dry throat.

Frankie Mill sat down in his chair, intending to take a breath and rest, and his calm mind returned to himself. He pondered why everyone came to the Twin Cities, and they had only one purpose, and that was to find Zhukov. But the question is that since they arrived in the Twin Cities, no one has mentioned Zhukov, are they really here to find Zhukov?

Frankimir was a little puzzled, wondering if the purpose of their visit to the Twin Cities was really to find Zhukov, or if there was some other purpose. Especially that Kafka, his behavior was so abnormal.

Kafka and Zhukov were both Gulag people, and it stands to reason that they should both know much about bioengineering, and it is difficult to say that they are in a group, which is very likely.

Frankimir thinks that he can't just stay in his room stupidly, he can only sit back and wait for bad luck to fall from the sky.

He should at least go out and see, now in the dead of night, maybe he can find out about the conspiracy hidden in the dark in broad daylight.

Thinking of this, Frankimir couldn't sit still anymore, he immediately stood up, planning to visit Zhang Yue's humble house at night. He removed the "Gustav's Heart" that hung on the back of his butt, which was too big for him at this time, and it was inconvenient to carry it on his body at night.

Frank Mire left his room with only one M900 pistol, believing that it was enough for possible danger, as he did not want any.

As soon as he stepped out of the room, Frank Mimir saw a figure flash in the courtyard.

Frankimir immediately hid back in the room, and only after the figure had passed did Frankimir walk out of the room again.

He quietly chased in the direction where the figure had left, trying to find out who it was, and soon he saw a very familiar back, and Frankimir already knew who it was without seeing it himself.