Chapter 1282 Contradictory Person

The seemingly calm dialogue is actually a game in every round, with invisible and fierce confrontations unfolding invisibly.

Malashenko wanted to get everything useful from this somewhat unfathomable and mysterious German major. In the same way, this German major who was well versed in sophistry and sophistry and the way of people's hearts was by no means a free gift. , is truly a ruthless character who never lets go of the rabbit in sight.

"If I didn't have evidence, I wouldn't talk to you so much. Fools know not to easily believe the enemy's instigation."

"The thing is in my bag. There are more than one photos of the piece of shit Walensky and the pervert Staufen standing in front of the gallows and taking pictures with the hanging corpse. Walensky A dog will do anything to please his master. Look at his expression in the photo, and you will know if what I said is true as long as you have a sound mind.”

People in this situation are unlikely to tell lies, and it is easy to expose a lie when the evidence is close at hand.

Malashenko, who had been staring at the face of the German major, was convinced that the possibility of this guy lying was really slim. The facial features on his face and the trembling of every inch of facial muscles were silently revealing the truth. After a brief thought, Malashenko decided to believe the German guy for once. If he really lied, he could easily dig through the bag later and expose it easily.

"Where did the photo come from? Why do you carry something like this with you?"

Malashenko is trying his best to probe from the most cunning angles to find weaknesses that cannot be attributed to "truth". If this is really a lie, there must be something that cannot be hidden. There will never be any in the world. A 100% perfect lie.

"Oh, if I say that I have prepared these things a long time ago and am ready to find an opportunity to meet you, will you believe what I say?"

Malashenko, who had always remained calm, couldn't hold it back and trembled for a moment. Why did this German guy always give him a big or small shock when he opened his mouth? Who the hell is this guy?

"Give me a reason to believe you, why is this person me?"

Without commenting on Malashenko's question, the German major, who was firmly tied to the chair, shook his head. It was obvious that he was really uncomfortable with being tied by a rope all the time.

"Give me a cigarette. The intelligence I collected mentioned that you are a smoker. Don't tell me you don't have one."

Hey! Damn it

Malashenko, who was both angry and happy on the spot, really admired the great man in front of him!

If ordinary people were tied here, they would have to vomit everything out in order to save their lives. Malashenko had not seen such "talents" among the German prisoners of war captured in the past. Few of the Germans' bad mouths are impregnable and cannot be opened. With a little torture or even intimidation, you can get what you want immediately.

At this point, the Germans are far worse than their Eastern allies who are "broken" all day long.

But now, the guy in front of him does not look like he is being captured, but is here for a friendly exchange between the two armies. Malashenko even feels that if it were not tied with a rope, the scene would look like a business meeting.

Although he was really speechless at the strange flower in front of him, after thinking about it briefly, Malashenko decided to comply with this bastard's request.

As long as you can get what you want from his mouth and get cooperation, it won't be a problem to throw a pack of cigarettes to him!

Calmly, Malashenko took out the cigarette case from his pocket with a stern look on his face, took out two of the cigarettes and stuffed them into himself first, then stuffed them into the mouth of the useless person in front of him who had no use of his hands. Put it in his mouth.

Taking out a fire and lighting it with one hand, Malashenko's actions directly stunned the three brothers in the same car group behind him who stopped to watch.

What kind of enchanting soup did this stupid German guy give to Comrade Commander? How could he be worthy enough to have Comrade Car Commander light a cigarette for him? Are mice sleeping with cats?

"You started smoking, now I don't want to hear you continue talking nonsense!"

Using his lips, he skillfully moved the cigarette to the gap between his teeth at the corner of his mouth to clamp it to make it easier to speak. The German major, who seemed a little proud of his intelligence, continued to speak quietly.

"Not bad. It's my first time to smoke the Russian general's special tobacco. It tastes much better than the horse-drawn tobacco of your big-headed soldiers."

Malashenko held a cigarette in his hand and remained silent, but his brows twitched visibly twice, almost saying "I'm about to explode" was written on his face.

"No one wants to come to the hellish Russian battlefield, where fresh human flesh is produced every day like a slaughterhouse. Of course, except for me, I have spent a lot of effort to get to this hellish place."

"Major Winter, the second-level adjutant of the Military Intelligence Service, is me. I am subordinate to the chief adjutant, Colonel Heitmeier, and directly led by Director Canaris."

Malashenko had never heard of Winter and didn't know who Heitmeier was, but he was impressed by the name Canaris. The "King of Double Agents", the director of the German Military Intelligence Service, would be known in later generations as Well known.

Did this major who called himself Winter come down from Canaris?

The unsmiling Malashenko felt in his heart that this matter was getting more and more interesting now.

"That group of people, the people from the Military Intelligence Service, have been planning to kill the Führer since 1943. Someone found me and roped me in."

"I was almost stunned at the time, and even thought it was impossible. I told them that this was a crazy act, and if they failed, they would die, and even their families would not be able to escape. But these people thought that what they did was well-planned and sure to succeed. If I didn't join, they wouldn't force me, and just pretend nothing happened. Ha, only a fool would believe this nonsense!"

The trembling of his lips caused the cigarette that burned to ash to fall out of his pants unconsciously, but Major Winter didn't care, he still had a lot to say to Malashenko one by one.

"I know too much, the important thing is to know that they are really preparing to assassinate the head of state! If I don't join them, I will be a potential time bomb for them, which will explode at any time. If I can't control it, I must get rid of it."

"When I was standing in the toilet and peeing, someone tried to drown me in the urinal by pressing my head from behind. I kicked the man and ran away with the smell of urine on my head. After a while, when I was sleeping at home in the middle of the night, someone threw a grenade into my bedroom from the window. That night, I was too tired and fell asleep while sitting on the toilet reading a newspaper. As a result, I was lucky to escape."

The words almost made Malashenko laugh on the spot. Malashenko, who barely managed to hold back, continued to be serious.

"Then you just jumped left and right and waited for death again and again? Why don't you report this matter to expose the truth? Can't even your head of state save you?"

Malashenko just asked casually with a little curiosity, but he never thought that it was these words that directly hit Major Winter's heart.

"I don't want to assassinate the leader because I think it is an insult to the honor of the military, and I think it is a waste of life, it is impossible to succeed, and it may even bring trouble to my family and friends."

"But this does not mean that I agree with our leader"