"What do you mean by that?" Frankimir didn't know when he was famous, and when he was known.

The man did not answer Frank Mir's question, he raised the corners of his mouth and smiled, turned his face to the girl who was standing aside, and said in a rather mocking tone: "Look at you, I will say that you are beautiful and lovable." Even God is reluctant to embarrass you, and it has only been a few hours, and you have helped me bring people. This sister of mine is only above me, not below me. It won't be long before it's time for you to lead me. ”

"Come on, at this time, you still have the heart to make fun of me. I didn't do anything, he sent it to the door himself. As he spoke, he took out the M900 pistol he had captured from Frankimir and handed it to the man sitting at the table.

"Waiting for the rabbit is the highest state. Some people can't wait for a lifetime, and you've only been around for a few hours. The man said with a smile.

"Alright, let's get down to business." The girl pursed her lips.

Frank Mire was confused when he said that the two of them should be brother and sister. It's just that at this time, it seems a little out of place to just talk about small talk.

The man took the M900 pistol, looked at it carefully for a moment, nodded unhurriedly, and then said, "This is a good guy, a 5.5mm small-caliber rapid-fire pistol." The name of the M900 comes from the Soviet military, which specially designed the in-body flowering bomb. As long as the impact is not on the limbs, the lethality rate is at least 80 percent. What a terrible murder weapon, where did you get it? It's a pity that such a good thing has no place in the Twin Cities. The smallest caliber bullet in the Twin Cities, also with a 5.9 mm, is unusable on the M900. Hopefully, you've got plenty of ammo before you come to the Twin Cities. ”

"Who are you? Why is the Soviet-made M900 so well understood. As far as I know, in order to prevent the outflow of M900 technology, according to the regulations of the superiors, even the empty shells that have been used are required to be recycled. Frankmir's face was like a blank sheet of paper, and he began to realize that the two people in front of him were by no means ordinary people. At least they had some kind of close ties with the Soviet military, otherwise they would not have known about the M900.

Who are they, and what are their intentions?

From the casual conversation between them, it seems that they are not aware of their scheming and ill intentions. There is even a feeling that they don't seem to be taking themselves seriously. This disdainful attitude made Frank Mire, who was a prisoner of the order, feel very uncomfortable, and they seemed to be too cold.

Is this the attitude of a kidnapper? Apparently not.

"Let's talk about you first! You are truly a trustworthy comrade. There are many people around you who are in great trouble because of you, but you leave them alone and run away on your own. What's more, when the future is unknown, you still have the leisure to go to Fenglaiyi to spend time drinking. It is really worthy of the KGB super agent who has collapsed in front of Tarzan and his color has not changed, and the white blade has been added to his neck without being frightened! You are just a fledgling, and you are more calm and calm than a veteran agent who has worked in the KGB all your life. Having such outstanding juniors is really gratifying to those guys who are full of brains. The man said sarcastically.

"Thank you!" Frankimir looked calm, as if he couldn't hear the sarcasm in the words of the man in front of him.

"Well, that's good. Yiru, do you see what it means to be shameless? The man asked, turning his face to the girl.

"What the hell are you trying to do? If you just want to sneer at me, then can I go now? Frankie Mire asked angrily. The more serious mentality in front of him seemed to him quite boring.

At this time, Yiru brought two glasses of vodka and placed them on the desk in front of the man. The crystal clear liquor, which sparkles in the light of an oil lamp, is a very beloved spirit of every Russian. The clear and clean taste is always unforgettable.

"Looks like you're angry, and I'm really disappointed. Sit down, take vodka first, and then tell me, how did you get out? Breaking from the Gulag, I don't believe in that kind of thing. Even if you use it to deceive a three-year-old, I think the children will think that you are too naïve. The man picked up a glass of vodka and shook it.

"I don't even know who you are, why should I tell you. Do you have anything that I can use to threaten me? Or do you have enough to get me to speak? Franky Mill asked rhetorically.

"I can let my sister shoot you in the head." The man took a sip of vodka and said.

"I'm afraid of death, I won't come to the Twin Cities. Besides, if you wanted to kill me, you wouldn't have let me live until now. Franky Mill shrugged and snatched the cup from the man's hand.

He didn't hate vodka, but he didn't want the cup on the table, but the one that men had drunk.

The man smiled, picked up another glass of vodka and said, "What are you asking me to say about you?" When you shouldn't, you're always capable. When it's time to do it, you always drop the chain. It's a miracle that a three-legged cat like you survives to this day. I don't like bargainers, I got you here. If you want to know something about you, I think you should take the lead and break this unpleasant deadlock. ”

Frankimir took a big sip of vodka, frowned, and spat on the wine, before he slowly said again: "Let a woman point a gun at me, this is your sincerity?" You guys are too polite and polite, I'm really flattered! ”

"I thought that men would usually like women who have a hand for guns, so I invited you to come here in this way." The man said unhurriedly, it seems that they can admire it very much.

"Really? In this way, I am still reckless! Since you are so sincere, then I will tell you how I came out of the Gulag, and it is not an ulterior secret anyway. Frankimir knew that he would have to answer their questions no matter what. So there's no need to provoke them at all, and you might be able to find a time to get out of the way when you see the opportunity.

"I like a cheerful person like you, and I'll listen to you." The man said, shaking the glass in his hand again.

"The Gulag, where I was imprisoned, was attacked by monsters. As a KGB secret policeman, it was my responsibility to find out why, so I got there all the way, and it was as simple as that. Franky Mill glared at the man in front of him.

The man looked at Yiru, and Yiru also looked at the man. Looking at the way they looked, it seemed that they didn't quite believe Frank Mir's words.