Chapter 2690 We Can Help Each Other

It was a street shop that looked dilapidated, with broken glass and collapsed signs scattered all over the floor. It was not known whether it was caused by passive energy impact or chemical energy explosion. Cement bricks and stone debris were scattered everywhere.

Jill, holding a camera in hand, approached and walked to the collapsed sign. With her German level, which was only OK but not proficient, she recognized that the German on the sign meant bakery.

"I wonder if anyone else wants to go in and take a look?"

Jill was standing at the door of the dilapidated shop, hesitating and a little hesitant. Another young female reporter who was traveling with Jill also came up at the right time, walked to Jill's side and whispered suggestions, and looked into the store from time to time, as if looking for something.

"Is this okay? Mary. Do you want to tell Jefferson? Is this considered an unauthorized action?"

Perhaps out of fear of the unknown, Jill, who is usually quite courageous, is now a little hesitant, while Mary, who is usually not as courageous as her, seems fearless.

"It's okay, Jill, don't be afraid. We are not acting without authorization, and we haven't left far. Besides, you see, there are Soviet soldiers behind us. The Nazi army here has been wiped out by them. Have you forgotten?"

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One of the reasons why Jill feels inexplicably afraid of the Nazis is that there have always been many black rumors about these evil thugs.

Killing innocent people, mutilating women, and abusing children, such terrible things as rape and gang rape that make women tremble when they hear them, are even more common among the Nazi thugs with corrupt military discipline.

There are even reports that those German generals will set up senior officers' clubs specifically to keep all kinds of captured beauties in them for their pleasure.

What's in that dark and dilapidated bakery?

Jill felt an inexplicable fear of the unknown, fearing that there would be several Nazi soldiers hiding there ready to abuse her and take her away.

Thanks to Mary, who was still quite brave at the time, Jill finally mustered up the courage to walk into the dilapidated bakery with Mary to find out for her career prospects and curiosity.

"Speaking of which, Jill. Aren't you afraid of those Soviet soldiers? There are also many rape crimes left behind wherever they pass. The newspapers have been all over the place before. Have you seen it?"

After all, they are all women, and Mary can probably guess what Jill is afraid of, but she didn't expect that the answer that followed was quite beyond her expectations.

"Afraid? No, I'm not afraid of those Soviet soldiers."

"Oh? Why is that? You know those things but you are not afraid. Is there any reason?"

Mary's question made Jill fall into a brief contemplation. To be honest, she had never thought about the answer to this question before, let alone realized it. Now that she was asked, she began to think about the answer.

"I don't know exactly, but I always feel that we are safe under their protection. Yes, Mary, I believe I can feel safe, but I don't know why, I trust them very much."

"Ah, sense of security and trust, right?"

Click--

Clicking the camera in hand, taking the next photo of the run-down bakery that looked like it had been swept by a strong wind, Mary, who was working and chatting with Jill, still looked relaxed and happy, without any tension or fear caused by environmental factors.

"I guess it was not brought to you by those Soviet soldiers, but by that Soviet general. He is tall, handsome, young and promising, with tens of thousands of elite soldiers at his disposal, and more importantly, he is still unmarried. This is simply a perfect dream lover, Jill. Even if you don't realize it, I guess your trust and sense of security are also due to him."

"Oh my God, Mary, what are you talking about? I didn't, how could I fall in love with a Soviet general for no reason? This is too far-fetched."

"Far-fetched?"

Compared to Jill's slight panic, Mary, who is a little older and has married and become a mother, is obviously more experienced in this regard, and knows more about what a young girl looks like when she is in love and suffers from the early symptoms of unrequited love.

"Maybe, Jill. But you must ask yourself carefully, if you don't have any feelings for him, then I don't understand why you smiled from the first sight of him when you got off the car, it doesn't seem fake."

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Jill stopped talking, or to be more precise, she didn't know what to say next.

Mary was right. Even Jill realized that she might have to take some time to ask herself and think about it. The person who can best understand and figure herself out is herself.

Click——

"Okay, I think these few photos are enough. It seems that there is nothing else here. We have to go to the next place."

"Who are you?!"

Before Mary finished her words, and Jill, whose brain was temporarily short-circuited, had not completely recovered, a figure flashed out from behind the small door at the front desk and forcibly interrupted everyone's thoughts.

Whether it was the tense questioning tone or the solid wooden stick in his hand as a weapon, everything that seemed calm just now was not so simple from this moment on.

"Oh, don't get excited, ma'am. We are not Soviets. We are not here to attack or rob you. We are journalists from the United States. We are here to take some photos, do some interviews, and record some things. If you don't understand, just treat us as newspaper writers. We have no ill intentions. Can you put down the stick now?"

Jill's German level is average, but Mary's German level is very good. The German course she took in college is probably one of the most correct and useful decisions she made before entering the workplace.

"What if I say no? Why should I believe you? Believe in foreigners?"

Even if Jill's German level is average, she can still understand this relatively simple conversation, and of course she knows how to answer.

Jill, who has a strong personality, chose to take the initiative to stand up at this time.

"Because based on your current actions, we can immediately call the Soviet soldiers outside to come in and take you away, but we didn't do that. Is that sincere enough?"

The middle-aged woman in her thirties, wearing an apron and messy hair, who looked like a pastry chef, was still emotional, but after hearing Jill's impassioned and unobstructed words, she was obviously much better than before, and gradually began to calm down and think about the truth.

"You go, there is no bread for sale here. Everything has been taken away. I just want to protect my children. Please don't bother us again."

Mary, who had taken out a small notebook to take notes quickly, had no time to reply, and Jill, who took the initiative to step forward, had already taken the lead and spoke again.

"Maybe we can help you, or more accurately, we can help each other."