Chapter 2740 Late Night Visit

Knock knock knock——

"Comrade, I'm sorry to bother you so late. We have a visitor."

"Hmm?"

After a busy day, Malashenko finally said that he had time to rest early today and get ready for a big battle tomorrow. He just sat down on the bed and heard someone calling outside the door before he could even warm his butt. Thinking that someone must be urgent if they came to find him so late, he simply stood up and picked up the coat hanging on the hanger, put it aside, and went to the door to open it.

"Who is it? Why are you looking for me so late at night? "

The person who knocked on the door and delivered the message was obviously not the real boss, but a guard assigned to Malashenko. The real boss who came to see him was probably still waiting somewhere. Everything had to be reported according to the procedures, not to mention that it was so late. Knowing this, Malashenko subconsciously asked about the identity of the person who came.

"It's Major Kovanov. He said he had a special mission and now has an urgent matter to report directly to you, so he asked me to report it. He is waiting in the lobby on the first floor now."

"Kovanov?"

Hearing this, Malashenko frowned and his eyes condensed. He seemed to have sensed a trace of something wrong, but he didn't think or hesitate much and turned to the guard in front of him and spoke directly.

"Let him come up. I'll wait for him in my room and bring him to see me directly.

"Yes!"

"Oh, right."

The guard who took the order just turned around, and Malashenko, who was about to close the door, suddenly stopped.

"Have someone serve two cups of hot tea. You should have some water to drink since you came here to report so late."

"Understood."

After closing the door and returning to the room, Malashenko first put on the clothes he was wearing and buttoned a few buttons casually. This new major general's uniform, which he rarely wore, was a little tight when he put it on. It was indeed incomparable to the tank soldier's fireproof combat uniform that Malashenko usually wore like rags. The latter was loose and looked like a cotton cover.

But Malashenko did prefer to wear his ragged clothes, not for anything else, as long as it was comfortable and fit. This uniform, which was classy but not comfortable, was still not to the taste of our old comrade Ma.

After tidying up his appearance, Malashenko was just about to sit down on the sofa when the half-closed door, which was not closed tightly, was quietly pushed open from the outside to the inside. It was Kovanov who appeared in front of him along with the guards.

"No need to do that, it's so late, there's no need to do that, there's no outsiders, find a place to sit."

Seeing that Kovanov was going to give him a "formalistic" salute and report as soon as they met, Malashenko, who was not particular about details, immediately waved his hand to indicate that it was not necessary, and then pointed to the sofa next to him to signal Kovanov to come in and sit down to talk.

"What's the matter with you coming to see me in the middle of the night instead of sleeping well? Or did something happen to David again? Has the ashes been handed over to the Americans?"

Malashenko guessed half of it right in his first sentence, at least a little bit.

As soon as Kovanov found another single sofa next to Malashenko and sat down, he heard the words of the division commander and did not hesitate. He blurted out the words that he had been brewing all the way.

"You are right, comrade commander, it is related to David. But I came here to tell you something more unexpected. To be honest, I am just shocked and angry now, really."

"Oh?"

Malachenko, who had just lit a cigarette, became interested when he heard this. Kovanov, who is usually quite steady, is not a "shock party" who makes a fuss. Hearing such a self-narration from him, it must be true.

"Okay, go on, I'm listening"

Knock knock knock——

"Comrade commander, the tea you asked for is here."

The person who was responsible for serving tea to Malachenko in the middle of the night was a female soldier. In the leadership division, whether it was the division headquarters or the brigade headquarters, some more delicate work related to housework was assigned to female comrades.

After all, men fight and women stay at home. It's not tiring for men and women to work together.

"Excuse me, is there anything else you need? Comrade Division Commander, we have prepared some midnight snacks for you."

"Hmm"

Malachenko was not hungry, but it was not certain whether Kovanov was hungry or not.

"By the way, are you hungry? If you are hungry, I'll give you some midnight snacks, and we can eat and talk."

"Thank you, Comrade Division Commander, I'm not..."

Gurgle-Gurgle--

Although he said he was not hungry, his stomach was really disappointing.

In front of the division commander and the female comrade, his stomach growled, and he didn't even have time to finish saying "I'm not hungry". This embarrassed Kovanov so much that he didn't know how to continue. Fortunately, the heroic comrade Malachenko was considerate and helped his subordinates resolve the embarrassment.

"Okay, I've been busy with the Americans in the morning and David in the afternoon. I guess you haven't eaten much, so just bring some food up, remember to make sure it's filling."

"Okay, comrade commander, please wait."

After the female soldier with the tea tray left, Malashenko, holding a cigarette in one hand and a teacup in the other, took a sip and tasted the tea. He estimated that it would take a while for the food to be served, and then continued.

"Go on, I'm listening."

"That's it, comrade commander."

"After I got David's ashes, I planned to send them to the Americans as we had agreed. But what I didn't expect was that when I arrived at Jefferson's door, I heard him arguing with a woman inside, and the noise was quite loud."

"Arguing so late? And with a woman?"

Malasenko, who really didn't expect this plot, laughed and said a teasing laugh.

"Could it be that our editor-in-chief Jefferson is not good in bed? Was he humiliated by his angry mistress? Just kidding, keep talking."

"Yes."

Seeing that Kovanov's expression was not joking, Malasenko guessed that this matter was probably not a funny thing, so he put away his smile and motioned Kovanov to continue talking.

"It was sporadic at first, and I couldn't hear it clearly. I should have knocked on the door, but I don't know why I was curious, so I chose to get closer, almost sticking to the door to listen."

"Now I could hear it clearly, but then I heard even more shocking news. Jefferson yelled that David had signed a contract with him, and he wanted to take all the photos David took for himself, and all the money and fame he got from it would belong to him and be his private property. The woman in the room was very angry about this and started arguing with him."