Frankimir suddenly hugged Yiru, which frightened Yiru.

At this time, as long as there is any loud movement or sound, it may be detected by the two black guards, and the revolving machine guns in their hands can instantly beat these two uninvited guests to the spot, and it makes people shudder to imagine.

"What are you doing?" Yi asked in a low voice that was frightened but didn't dare to make much movement.

"I just think it's necessary for us to dig a little bit deeper before we carry out the theft scheme." Francill smiled strangely and put his mouth into Yiru's ear and said.

"Let me go, now is not the time to play." If you try your best to break free, but you don't dare to make any violent resistance, it will undoubtedly alarm the guards below.

"I'm not kidding, don't you think it's exciting to do things in a place like this? You must not have had such an experience, and I promise it will make you remember it for the rest of your life. ”

"You bastard! Let go of me. "I want to push Frank Mire away.

"You brothers and sisters, you didn't play tricks on me just now, now you should pay the principal and interest!" Frankmir said that he was about to undo the nepotism.

"Bastard, I finally know the KGB, why did I rack my brains to arrest you, you are a bastard at all, I will kill you." Yiru didn't expect that this sanctimonious home would be such a beast-hearted guy.

"Look at how ugly you say, I just want to get to know you better, this is the basis for the success of good cooperation, don't you think so? You don't know me well enough, and I don't know you well enough, so how can we work well together? Frankie Mill said in a heartfelt voice, his right hand completely suppressing Yiru, but his left hand was already reaching into Yiru's skirt.

It seems that Frank Mir's hand is unruly on himself, as if he knows that he is in danger. When I had mixed feelings, a delaying plan flashed through my mind.

Yiru changed the color of frightened resistance just now, became gentle and submissive, and said in a delicate whisper: "What are you anxious about, to be honest, I like you a lot, there are many burly and handsome men like you." You're so strong, women want men who are physically fit...... You can enjoy my body as you like, and my body is yours until you leave Fenglaiyi. But this is not the place, we should wait until we go back to bed, and we are thinking about this kind of thing, is it necessary to rush at this time? If you can't hold it, make any noise, and let the guards below find out, then you will really be happy to ascend to heaven. With a brain like yours, you haven't died in the KGB to this day, I really doubt how you survived. ”

"Don't provoke me with the method of agitation, I don't eat that, now the situation is compelling, you will obey against your will, if we get out of here, you will be so obedient." Frankimir paid no heed to Yiru's rhetoric and went about his own business.

"If you don't believe me, take the pocket pistol from my chest. You have the M900 in hand, I don't have any self-defense weapons, I can't escape from the palm of your hand, I will serve you well, my whole body belongs to you. I've heard that you have the ability to stay up all night, and that's something I'm looking forward to, but I'm trained in this area, and I think we'll work together seamlessly. It would be a memorable moment, but I don't think it should be here. Do you prefer French or Italian style, I'm willing to do anything, I'm yours and we'll all need it a lot. Yiru whispered softly, and she tried her best to look very aggrieved.

"Really?" Frankie Mill hesitated for a moment, and his heart itched to hear the words.

In order to make himself more convincing, Yiru struggled to stretch her soft hands between Frankimir's legs, and the place startled Yiru, this guy really lived up to his name. Frankie Mill suddenly felt as if he had been electrocuted all over his body.

"Let's anyway, after solving the matter here, let's go back to my room and enjoy it!" Yi Ru said delicately.

Frankimir was a little uncontrollable, which made him unable to contain his excitement, and his brain began to go blank, as if completely indulged in the reverie of words, and he asked incoherently: "I heard that the French play very lewdly, and it is said that the German Nazis like the Italians very much, so is there anything different about that?" Can you tell me what the hell is wrong with this? ”

"The Twin Cities are full of filth, and the scum of the world gathers here, and Feng Laiyi is a place where they often come and go. I learned a lot from this, the French invented a way to use their mouths, which didn't look very hygienic, but it felt amazing. It can bring people a kind of satisfaction that has never been seen before, conquering everything. I have to admit that the French do know how to be romantic. As for the Italian ...... If you want to know, then wait until we get out of here first, I don't like to pretend to be in my heart, thinking about that kind of thing, it's always unsatisfying and not interested. Yiru pouted and put on a very seductive look.

Looking at the delicate appearance, people can't help but think about it and think about it. To be honest, Frankimir was not completely unworried, and his reckless behavior of doing so freely would definitely not be detected by the two black guards below.

Yiru is right, she is her own plate in the morning and evening, the cooked duck can't fly, with its overlord hard bow, it is better to let her throw herself into her arms.

Franky Mir took the miniature pistol on Yiru's chest, forced the desire in his heart, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, panted, very reluctant, and slowly let go of Yiru.

Just ask such a beautiful embryo, how many men can control themselves. At the moment, all Frankimir could do was get out of here.

"Then let's go to your room now!" Franky Mill asked.

"I said you don't have a brain? Are you just an animal that only thinks with your lower body? Yiru had some difficulty suppressing the anger in her heart, although she did not like to provoke Frankimir at this time.

"Maybe, I don't know." It seems that Frankimir doesn't care too much, he is greedy for attention, all on the delicate body that is as soft as the mind.

"It's a good idea to keep a note of your surroundings so that you don't get in the way. There are fuel tanks, and this is important, the Dark Phoenix must be fueled before we can potentially steal it. I once dived into the cockpit of the Dark Phoenix and learned more about the inner workings inside. I made a sketch of the structure, which I put in my room, and my brother analyzed the sketch. We had a preliminary understanding of how this mech should be piloted. After all, the seventh generation of mechas, no matter to anyone, is too unfamiliar, and we have never really understood it before. As she spoke, she noticed that Frankimir seemed to be a little unusual. She couldn't help but keep an eye on Frank Mill, who knows what else he would do.

Frankimir wasn't listening to what Yiru was saying at all, but vaguely heard Yiru mention her room, which made Frankimir a little excited.

In fact, even though Franky Mill lacked sufficient combat experience, he became an agent of the KGB for less than a year, and he only received half a year of standard three-and-a-half-year agent training. This was not because he learned quickly, but because of his father's strong opposition before his death, the KGB administration had to abandon the plan to train Frankmir to become an agent.

However, despite this, Frankimir has talents that no one else can match, such as the fact that he is not afraid of the cold, and can memorize complex numbers up to 100 digits at a glance.

Similarly, for the structural layout here, and every detail of the various components of the mecha body, whether we have described it or not, Frankimir only needs to look at it and forget it.

Even if he came back a year later, he could tell exactly where they were placed back then. All he thinks about now is how the Italians and the French are different.

"What's wrong with you?" Yiru asked.

"Huh? Me? Maybe I haven't slept all night, and I can't keep my soul. Looks like I need a good rest. Franky Mill said, knowing that he couldn't say that he was fantasizing about the begonia spring sleep picture.

"Oh! Well, I doubt you're a KGB guy after all. Yiru shook her head.

"That's not true, I soaked them in the mud of North Korea for three days and three nights, and then soaked in the sewers of South Korea for three days and three nights. If it had been someone else, I think they would have died in those rivers of stinking water due to excessive loss of body temperature. Of course, I also managed to rescue the KGB agents who had infiltrated South Korea captured by the United Nations forces, and I single-handedly leveled a company of American GIs. Thus avoiding the unfavorable passive situation in which our great Soviets were plunged. At the same time, it avoids the possibility of further escalation. I was a hero on the Korean battlefield, and in less than three months after I became involved in the intelligence work of the Korean War, I forced the United States to sign a peace agreement. Franky Mire said triumphantly.

"Isn't China to be credited with the Korean War?" Meaning shrugged.

"They were frontal battlefields, and although the great Soviets did not participate in the war on the surface, in order to defend the dignity of our mechanical heavy industry, we established the battlefield behind the enemy lines of the intelligence front, and it was in the battlefield behind the enemy lines that I made an indelible contribution to the final victory of the war."

It seems that not only Kafka, but also Frankimir, who loves to brag, also has such a penchant to a greater or lesser extent.

Maybe every man is like this, they always want to make themselves look better and better, especially in front of those girls who make people want them.

If you don't want to listen to Frank Mill's nonsense anymore, it seems that there is nothing else to do if you stay here, and it is better to stay like this, waiting to be discovered by the guards, than to leave as soon as possible before being discovered by them.

Hearing that Yiru was leaving, Frankimir was in good spirits, and they tiptoed back to the ground cautiously.

I don't know why, Feng Laiyi's dim corridor did not make Frank Miir feel depressed, but made him angry.

He couldn't wait, he wanted to hurry through these pesky corridors. As the saying goes, a moment is worth a thousand gold, and such a deep and distant corridor is too much of a waste of time.