Chapter 2702 Beware of Spies

"What's wrong? Did something happen?"

Malachenko had just hung up the phone when Lavrinenko, who came to Malachenko to report on his work and talk about something, asked. Malachenko shook his head slowly and gave an indifferent and nonchalant answer.

"Nothing, those Americans are making trouble on the front line, and they are clamoring to go to the front line to have a look. Kovanov couldn't make up his mind, so he called me for instructions."

"Go to the front line? Ha, these Americans are quite brave, a bunch of soft eggs who may not even kill a chicken dare to clamor to go to the front line? Just based on them..."

Lavrinenko put down the documents in his hand with a disdainful smile, and when he spoke again, he cared about the result.

"Then you agreed? Allow those Americans to go up and be shot by the Nazis?"

"Yes, I agree, of course I agree, or why not?"

Malachenko didn't care much about the life and death of those Americans, at least from his words and deeds.

"They have signed the death agreement, and I have done my best to send people to protect them. If you want to commit suicide at this time, I'm sorry, this is not my business, just like what they signed at the front headquarters, all the consequences are at your own risk.

"Hmm"

Lavrinenko nodded thoughtfully, but turned his head to the side quietly, looking at a figure who was busy writing something on a notebook at a desk not far away, and then blurted out a slightly evil smirk.

"I guess, the people you care about are safe, and there will be no danger under your nose, so the life and death of the remaining Americans doesn't matter, right?"

"Huh? "

I didn't understand what Lavrinenko meant until Malashenko turned his head and looked in the direction of Lavrinenko's sight. He found that the little girl Jill was lying on the table writing her interview notes, concentrating on it, and didn't notice that there were two men here "criticizing" her.

"I say, you are a married person with children running around, why do you keep nagging about men and women all day and make fun of me? Are you interesting or not? Don't you know what my situation is? Don't you think I can handle another one?"

Malashenko blurted out a series of machine gun-like questions one after another. It was not appropriate to curse in public. It was enough to have a few arguments and stumbles with Lavrinenko, just treat it as a joke.

"Well, I don't mean anything else, you know. I just want to kindly remind you, be careful of the Americans, beware of them using honey traps to trap you, I think you are not 100% immune to this, at least you have a little weakness, just a little bit. "

"Her? Honey trap? Hehehe"

After hearing Lavrinenko's suggestion, Malashenko did not empathize, but just sneered. What kind of person can be a female spy and what kind of person cannot be a female spy, Malashenko is still confident that he has the most basic judgment ability.

"If you get in touch with her more, you will know that this little girl is not much better than a girl who has not graduated from college. She is smart, but she fails in many other aspects, or even negative numbers. Let me put it this way, if you expect her to be a female spy and seduce men to get words, then you have to be prepared for her to be sold by others and help them count money. "

Before Malashenko finished speaking, Lavrinenko, who had been grinning, was about to say something, but he didn't expect that the truth of "speak of the devil and he will appear" would actually be very useful in Germany.

"General, are you busy? I have something to show you."

"Hmm?"

"Hmm?"

The two "Hmm?" sounded almost at the same time. Malashenko and Lavrinenko were busy talking to each other, and no one noticed the arrival of a beautiful woman.

Until Jill, who was a little nervous and uneasy, finished speaking, and was stared at by a major general and a colonel who looked at him almost at the same time, Malashenko, who realized what was going on when he saw the notebook in Jill's hand, spoke quietly.

"Okay, show it to me. "

Lavrinenko, who graduated from a regular tank school like Malashenko, has the same academic qualifications as Malashenko and can be considered a highly educated person these days. It is basically no problem for him to learn English and understand English conversations that are not too fast or too complicated.

"What's written on it?"

Lavrinenko didn't take Jill seriously. To be more precise, he just stretched his head over as if no one was around, curiously looking at what Malashenko had written on the notebook he had just taken from the little girl.

"Nothing, interview notes, the normal review process must be followed to ensure that no military secrets are recorded. "

Although he let Jill stay by his side and accepted the so-called interview, Malashenko did not completely treat Jill as his own without reservation.

You are American, I am Soviet.

You are a reporter, I am a soldier.

That's why I have to be on guard against you.

In addition to arranging a female soldier to accompany him and stay with him all the time, under the pretext of "helping and guiding him whenever he needs to", everyone knows why. Jill's interview notes, even personal diaries, and anything written on paper must be handed over to Malashenko for review.

In case this little girl accidentally records some details that she shouldn't have recorded.

"Okay, it seems fine, so let's do it this way. Remember to show me what you write next time."

After returning the notebook, he stood up, rolled up his sleeves and looked at his watch. He found that the time was almost up, so he picked up the big-brimmed military cap on the table and prepared to walk to the office door.

Oh, it's worth mentioning.

Because there was no clear combat plan today, Malashenko, who had a rare battle to fight but didn't go to the battlefield, took off the wrinkled tank soldier combat uniform that Jill commented as "like an old farmer" and changed into the major general's uniform that he hadn't worn for a long time and now took out and it was still as good as new.

The 1.93-meter-tall iron tower-like figure stood here, straightened his back, put the wide-brimmed military cap on his head, and matched the mountain-like arms with the belt tightening his waist. It was wide at the top and narrow at the bottom, a golden ratio, and the temperament of carrying a star on each shoulder suddenly burst out.

Although Jill had seen Malashenko's posture, she was still shocked, and blushed a little?

In short, it was indeed a feeling that was different from the first meeting, and there were some subtle changes that were difficult to describe.

"I'm going to the field hospital to comfort the wounded. Do you want to come?"