Chapter 2736: The Scum of Gentlemen

Just as promised to the division commander.

Kovanov fulfilled his mission and carried out the order from Malashenko. After leading his men out of the field hospital, he immediately returned to the frontier observation post where he had almost quarreled with Jefferson not long ago, bringing with him the bad news of death and the last relic.

However, what Kovanov did not expect was that.

Mr. Jefferson, who looked gentle, seemed to only care about the thing he had just got, whether the bloody camera was intact and in good condition.

For the young man who went through fire and water for his "order" and eventually lost his life, and did not forget to return the camera to him until his death, a soldier who retired due to disability and made contributions to the motherland, did not seem to feel any guilt or sadness.

"Don't you care about him at all? David lost his life for this thing in your hand! He never forgot to carry out your order until his death, asking me to return it to you, but you are only concerned about a lifeless cold tin box?"

""

Hearing Major Kovanov speaking with emotion in front of him, Jefferson, who temporarily stopped what he was doing, just turned his head slightly and spoke softly without even shaking his eyelids.

"Based on the security contract we signed with you, we have decided not to pursue David's death for the time being, but we reserve the right to conduct a retrospective investigation afterwards. (っ◔◡◔)っPlease convey my gratitude to General Malashenko for returning the remains. I sincerely hope that this will not affect our future cooperation."

"You!"

Subconsciously, he almost thought that his ears were faulty and he had heard it wrong. After tasting the meaning of these words that sounded incredible, the only emotion left on Kovanov's face was the anger in his eyes that was about to spit fire.

But the matter was not over yet. The gentlemanly Mr. Jefferson not only "kindly" reminded Kovanov that "it's best not to meddle in other people's business", but also reminded him that "you are not qualified to talk to me, only your immediate boss is qualified", and finally emphasized that "it is good for everyone to end the relationship with a good cooperation relationship" as a conclusion.

He even added two more words at the end, and when Kovanov was already choked and speechless, he added another "additional injury".

"Oh, by the way, David's body can be dealt with as soon as possible. Please arrange cremation as soon as possible. We will bring David's ashes back to the country. Thank you, Major."

It was as light as a feather when it came, and it was not as heavy as a mountain when it died.

A life that was originally a hero died in a foreign country in such an unclear way, becoming a tool for others to achieve their goals and losing his life. The death was so indifferent that it was not much better than stepping on an ant under the soles of their feet, at least in the eyes of David's own people who really had the right to define his death.

Mr. Jefferson, who had no intention of continuing to "entangle" with Kovanov, turned and left. It seemed that the "huge harvest" he had obtained today had dispelled any idea of ​​going out for interviews. Kovanov, who was "given a holiday", was left to figure out how to "not waste time" in the rest of the day.

For most of the next time, Kovanov spent his time thinking and feeling about what happened today. The unforgettable words from his division commander also echoed in his ears.

"Still thinking about the day? It's already night, are you tired? Let your brain rest for a while, okay? My top student."

Sulovchenko, who had not yet completed the security mission and still had to follow the team tomorrow and could not lead the team back to the base for the time being, came to Kovanov's room quietly.

After seeing that the door was not even closed and was only half-closed, he immediately guessed that his old classmate who usually paid attention to details must be absent-minded now.

As for why, it can only be said that it was so simple that there was no need to guess. Sulovchenko, who could not convince himself that he was relieved, chose to push the door gently and enter.

"The person has been burned, and the ashes are in this box. What's the point of thinking about these things now?"

"First, it's not your problem. Second, that's an American. What does he have to do with us? It's rare for such a corrupt and smelly place to be full of good things. Wake up, good brother, don't expect a bunch of bad people to talk to you about justice and morality. You are looking for gold in shit, there is no hope at all."

Kovanov, who was sitting quietly on the bed thinking, raised his head quietly after hearing this. His deep eyes seemed to have gained some insights, but it was not because he cared about his good brother's words just now.

"I'll send it over. There is no reason to escape in front of such a scum. The person who should be ashamed of his conscience is himself."

"Ha, that's right!"

Regardless of whether his words were useful or not, Sulovchenko was just happy to see his good brother react like this.

"The right attitude is to face those bad people and disgusting things. If you can control yourself, you will win. But I guess that scumbag has no conscience at all. He might be secretly enjoying the dead man's camera right now."

"Oh, by the way, there is one more thing."

While praising his good brother for facing the problem and cheering up again, Sulovchenko suddenly remembered something and took out a small object from his pocket and handed it to Kovanov.

"When I went to pick up the ashes, Comrade Dean gave them to me. He said that this thing is a must-have item for American soldiers. It seems to be used as an ID card. What is a military badge called?"

"Anyway, it's just such a piece of iron. Comrade Dean said that this thing is worthy of being given to David's family. It has special meaning to the soldiers. I think since they are all Americans, it should be right. At least they are better than us. We know a lot about each other.”

""

The metal plate with a chain in his hand was not the same kind of thing that Soviet soldiers had. It was also the first time for Kovanov to see this thing. He just looked at it briefly, then held it in his palm and put it in. in the pocket.

Then he stood up from the bed and picked up the small box that was a living person a few hours ago.

"Don't blame me for being talkative, but don't get angry with that kind of person. Come back and tell me if you have anything, okay?"

Kovanov, who was carrying the urn, had already reached the door. Sulovechenko, who did not intend to follow him, did not forget to add an uneasy remark. All he received was an affirmative gesture from Kovanov without looking back. The departing figure.

It wasn't until Kovanov left and went upstairs that Sulovechenko, who stayed in Kovanov's room waiting for his good brother to come back, couldn't help but shake his head and "sigh" while taking out his cigarette case.

"What a fucking eye-opener, you son of a bitch, hehe."