Chapter 2735 The Last Wish

"No more, comrade division commander, David only gave me this before he died, and nothing else.

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The expressionless Malashenko sat in a back chair and listened to Karachev's words in silence for a long time, never able to utter a single word. It wasn't until he opened his eyes again in closed meditation and placed the crumpled note in his hand on the table in front of Karachev that he slowly spoke as he stood up.

"The land where the proletarians were oppressed and exploited has had its shackles broken and its destiny liberated, but this is only a part of the land. There are many people living on the same land in this world, and there are many people living in the same destiny that we have overcome. among."

While talking and walking, Malashenko slowly came to the window sill, opened the curtains and looked out at the distant scenery of Berlin along the still intact and unbroken window glass. The horizon, where countless buildings stood, was still shrouded in smoke and haze, and filled with darkness.

"Tell me, if a mother who is about to go blind learns that her son died on a strange battlefield in a foreign country in order to earn medical expenses, how will such a story come to an end? Then put an end to it.”

The note David left behind didn't contain much text. It wasn't even what he had prepared a long time ago. It was about going to Notes written casually on the battlefield.

David implored his fellow soldiers in a foreign country and asked Major Kovanov, who had only known him for hours.

If something unexpected happens to him, be sure to hand the camera and the film inside to the hands of Jefferson, the head of the press corps, to bring hope to his mother who is suffering from eye disease and is in urgent need of a large sum of money to restore her sight.

In the story that was not written on the note and that Malashenko did not know, David, who was eager for money and had no skills, was spotted by Jefferson and came to him to give him a chance, and became a A journalist who is disabled but well-paid.

David, who was grateful for this, looked up to Jefferson gratefully, and even looked up to him. That job was indeed a high-paying job compared to the ordinary, and it did give David a glimmer of hope in his life, but it was still not enough. David needed It is a way to make quick money as much as possible in a short period of time.

That was a large amount of money that could save his mother's life. It was also the only relative left for David, who grew up in a single-parent family, and was the last hope to support him to live strong.

Fortunately, Mr. Jefferson, who gave him "hope", was indeed very capable.

After learning about David's difficulties, he very considerately gave him another chance, a contract signed with his own life as collateral - the reward would be calculated based on the splendor and number of photos, with no upper limit." Bounty Contract”.

Of course, after the mission is completed, as a buyout with one hand paid and one hand delivered, the authorship and copyright of those photos will no longer have anything to do with David. Mr. Jefferson, who had obtained all of the above, only had to pay a small cost that was insignificant in terms of his financial resources.

Everyone in this world has their own weaknesses, and there are many seekers who are good at finding the weaknesses of others.

But not all people will make the choice "for the sake of comrades" like Malashenko. There are many people, even the majority, who take advantage of the weaknesses of others for their own selfish interests.

When the goal has sufficient motivation to take action, it will be done at all costs without hesitation.

Mr. Jefferson, who always smiled when facing David, no longer worried about the flaws and mistakes in his plan. He had every reason to believe in the high feasibility and high success rate of the plan he had made.

When a huge success and the opportunity to become a legend require signing a contract with the God of Death and delivering it as a price, Mr. Jefferson, who is good at finding loopholes in the contract, needs the rewards brought by this contract, but it is not him who is ultimately written on the contract. own name.

Anyway, the God of Death, just like himself, only cares about the result, not the process or the name.

To some extent, Mr. Jefferson, who has already boasted that he is on par with the gods and can control the fate of others to pave the way for himself, also does not care about the process. He only values ​​the final result, the reward brought by the completion of the contract. .

Malashenko didn’t know the story behind David, but he remembered the name of the young man from the United States.

"Did David have that camera with him when he was sent here?"

Karachev, who was still dazed with the crumpled note in his hand, was speechless when faced with Malashenko's sudden question. He searched for fragmented memories in his mind and did not answer the question until a moment later.

"No, Comrade Commander."

"David didn't bring anything with him when he came, no weapons, and no camera. I didn't even have time to ask Major Kovanov about the situation, so I arranged for someone to send him to the operating room for emergency treatment. If it hadn't been for this note , I didn’t even know there was a camera.”

Kalachev was not the only one who was not directly involved in this matter, but also Malashenko, but Malashenko, who was used to life and death on the battlefield, could think of more things than Karachev.

"Call Kovanov in, I have something to say to him."

"clear."

A moment later, when Kovanov pushed the door open again and came to the division commander, he gave a positive answer to the question raised by Malashenko, handed over the bloody camera and placed it on the table.

"It was brought back by the comrade in charge of handling the scene. I didn't notice it at the time. It contains the last photos David took before his death. He lost his life for these things."

"How should we deal with it? Comrade division commander."

Malashenko, standing in front of the window with his hands behind his back, looked back at the object on the table. It was such a square bloody thing that carried the weight of a living life. The bright red color of life still remained on the mottled iron shell. Malashenko, who didn't know what kind of story was behind it, just turned his head back and spoke softly.

"According to the will, American things will be returned intact to their original owners. He was so obsessed with this thing at the last moment of his life, which at least shows that it was really important to him."

Looking at the camera on the table in front of him, and hearing the orders of the division commander whom he respected and trusted, Kovanov, holding the note in his hand, felt that there were too many stories that he couldn't see through, and he was confused about it, but he still had to move forward.

"I understand, I will do it, please rest assured, division commander."

Kovanov took the order and left the office with the camera, leaving Malashenko alone, still with his back to the door, staring out the window.

"I hope you can really get what you want, David"