Struggle in Russia

Fraser's head hurts, the kind of bursting pain, like being split open with an axe. In addition to the headache, his head was even more swollen, and his ears were still ringing non-stop.

Frass was a little confused, he tried hard to raise his hand, but no matter how hard he tried, his hand just wouldn't obey, neither the left hand nor the right hand seemed to belong to him anymore.

He felt uncomfortable all over, and he couldn't tell what he was uncomfortable except for the headache, but he always felt uncomfortable everywhere, anyway, he was uncomfortable and uncomfortable.

This state continued, making it impossible for Frass to calm down and use his brain. He even felt that his mind was blank and he couldn't concentrate at all.

Frass doesn't know what's wrong with him, he only knows that this state is very abnormal, very wrong, very dangerous! If you don't get rid of this state quickly, I'm afraid you will be accountable immediately.

Frass kept telling himself to calm down, not to be disturbed by the pain and inexplicable awkwardness, after all, regain his sanity as soon as possible and rethink.

This suggestion seemed to have some effect, and I don't know how long it took, and the boredom and restlessness in Fraser's heart began to subside. Although his skull was still in pain like a crack, he could finally think.

【I was there? 】

【What's wrong with me? 】

【What's going on? 】

Frass asked three soul questions from the bottom of his heart, but the answer was not so easy to find. It took a while for him to slowly remember the whole story: it seemed that he went to seek refuge with Lukaf, reached an agreement with the other party, and then settled down in Lukaf's manor.

Then there was boring waiting, and then there was eating and drinking, as if Lukaf had recruited him again, but he still refused, and then continued to eat and drink...

Thinking back to the time of drinking, Frass's head inexplicably ached even more, and the feeling that it was about to crack was simply maddening.

【Yes, drinking, I seem to have drank a lot, then I went back to my room to rest, and then...】

And then Frass couldn't remember anything. Could it be that he drank too much?

It's just that this possibility was immediately ruled out by Fraser, because he is a very self-disciplined person. He doesn't say he doesn't drink, but he will never get drunk, and it is impossible for him to drink as much as yesterday. Fragment!

[Fuck! 】

Frass reacted immediately,

There must be something wrong with yesterday's wine, he was definitely overwhelmed by Lukaf!

This realization immediately made Frass' hair stand on end, because if all of this was written by Lukaf, then he would definitely be in danger. But Frass couldn't understand why Lukaf was in such a hurry to get rid of himself?

Frass felt that he had a good conversation with Lukaf. From Lukaf's reaction, he could tell that he was very satisfied with his idea. Settle the bill?

What's more, now that Mikjevic has not fallen, why should he get rid of himself in such a hurry?

Frass couldn't figure it out, and just thinking for a while made his brain hurt even more, as if someone had stirred his brain with a steel knife. Suddenly he couldn't help humming.

"Hey, this guy is still alive? The amount of medicine that can overturn a polar bear didn't kill him. This guy is good enough!"

"It seems like a ruthless soldier who served as a soldier. It's a pity, what are you doing when you wake up, it's more comfortable to sleep in a daze and go on the road!"

These two voices made Frass break out in a cold sweat immediately. Obviously, although he is not dead yet, he is not far from death. According to these two voices, Lukaf is obviously determined to get rid of him, what should I do!

Frass had no regrets in his heart, because he had prepared for the worst since he decided to meet Lukaf. Because staying in the hiding place is a dead end anyway, he has to fight if he doesn't fight!

Frass now only hates that his vigilance is still too low, and he was tricked by the old fox Lukaf. Thinking that he has been shrewd all his life, he turned the boat here, it really shouldn't be!

It's just that Frass is indeed a ruthless person. Others may be desperate and frustrated at this time, but he doesn't. He really wants to fight for the last time!

Ignoring the two whispering voices, Frass focused on calming himself down. He tried hard to wake up his hands and feet, trying to regain a little bit of struggling strength.

This effort was not in vain, for after a while Frass regained his senses a little, though not in motion. He found himself covered with a hood and tied firmly, and he should be in a carriage at this time. It seemed that Lukaff was planning to deal with him outside the manor.

This discovery made Frass regain a little bit of hope. Although he was bound very firmly, there should still be time along the way. As long as he can gradually regain his mobility, he may be able to get out of trouble.

Immediately, Frass calmed himself down even more, and tried hard to feel the hands and feet that were still unconscious, once, twice, three times... He didn't know how many times he tried, and he didn't know how long he tried. Rolling over a deep pit, the thud made his back hurt, and then he finally felt his shoulder, through his arm that was as numb as a needle prick, and finally his fingers.

Frass was overjoyed, it would be great if he could regain consciousness, but he found that his arms were called numb! The needle-like feeling went straight to his forehead, almost making him cry out "sour".

After a while, as the needle-like numbness gradually subsided, Frass was finally able to move his fingers. It's just that it was very difficult, because he was tied up too tightly, and the thumb-thick rope was wrapped around and around, and each piece was tightly embedded in his flesh, and he felt a burning pain when he moved a little. .

Frass knew it was pointless to struggle like this, because the binding was too tight, and he couldn't break free in his current state, so he began to try to move his legs and feet, which was much easier than recovering the feeling of his fingers. Soon he felt his feet coming back.

What made Frass even more gratified was that his legs and feet were not tied, probably because the other party felt that drugging and binding his upper body would be safe enough. As everyone knows, a ruthless person like Frass must not let him have the slightest loophole to take advantage of, otherwise he will regret it.

But Frass didn't trade, because he knew very well that even if he could run and jump, there were many people on the other side, and he might have a knife and a gun in his hand, and he had only one chance to escape, and if he failed, he would die!

So Frass calmed down again, but he was not waiting stupidly, but worked hard to accumulate strength and regain his sanity, waiting for the time to escape...