Chapter 3218 I Need You to Do Something for Me

Jack didn't intend to hide anything. After all, the editor-in-chief was specially called here for this kind of work. After a simple greeting, he simply spoke directly.

"Ms. Jill, since our time is limited, I will speak directly without beating around the bush."

At Jack's invitation, Jill sat on the single sofa in the office. She was quite relaxed in her professional suit and crossed her legs.

Even when facing the powerful general who was currently very popular in the US Army, she still took a sip of the coffee just brought by the secretary. After putting down the coffee cup gracefully, she let Jack wait for several seconds before speaking quietly.

"I understand the special nature of this interview, General. Please tell me if there is anything you need me to do. Of course, I may not agree."

Jack, who was ignored for a moment, didn't seem to care. Instead, he smiled and spoke warmly.

"Very good, Ms. Jill. To be honest, I appreciate your frank and cooperative attitude. Unlike some people who come into this office, they only say disgusting nonsense in front of me."

"Oh, then I should take this as a compliment, Admiral, I hope this is not my misunderstanding."

Sighing secretly that this woman is sometimes more daring than many men, Jack, who has already thought about what to say next, continued to speak.

"You are very familiar with Malashenko, right?"

Before Jill, whose expression remained unchanged and obviously expected to say this, spoke, Jack, with an interested tone, continued to speak.

"I have read the information about the two of you. You and him do have some extraordinary relationship, especially when you were a war correspondent in Berlin, he took extraordinary care of you."

"Don't get me wrong, Ms. Jill. I don't mean to interfere in the relationship between the two of you, nor do I want to over-interpret it or make a fuss about it. I just want to ask you to help me figure out one thing."

"One thing only you can do for me."

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With a cold face, Jill looked at Jack with a cold gaze like a dog. After so many years of working in the workplace, she has seen all kinds of people and has come into contact with all kinds of scums and villains. She is not surprised that Jack would do this.

She also doesn't mind pointing out the problem with just one word in a mocking smile.

"If I understand correctly, Admiral. You mean that you don't count on your elite soldiers now, but have to rely on a woman to complete the task, right?"

Even if his purpose was pointed out, Jack shrugged his shoulders without any concern, and then said something that was completely nonchalant.

"I am not a male chauvinist, and I admit that there are things in the world that men can't do and only women can do, especially elite ladies like you."

Knowing that Jill would not buy it, he still said everything he had to say.

Jack, with a clear purpose, continued to speak.

"I need you to help me understand why Malashenko was transferred to the troops stationed east of Fulda as a mere deputy. There must be some secret hidden in this. I am very sure that this is not a normal transfer."

"The importance of understanding this situation is related to our European deployment. You must know what this means without me saying more, Ms. Jill. Find a way to get the answer from Malashenko and bring it back to me. You can use any means as long as the Russians don't put you in jail for various reasons."

"After all, you have two days and one night, and there will be a lot of options, right?"

When talking about time, Jack intentionally or unintentionally emphasized the pronunciation of "one night".

Jill, who knew very well what this implied, looked even colder. If it weren't for the background and scheming she had gained from years of work experience, it would not be impossible for her to throw a cup of coffee on Jack's face.

Although she could hold it in, the next words were full of sharpness.

"I can't believe this is what a general said. You have countless elite soldiers under your command, and you are in charge of the most elite army. You have countless advanced weapons and equipment and tanks and artillery at your disposal. But you actually expect a woman to complete the task with such a low-level method? Why don't you let these soldiers go home? What would they think if they knew that a woman in the eyes of the general is better than their thousands of troops?"

Whether this is a threat or not, Jack doesn't care. Instead, he continues to smile and answer with interest.

"There are some things I don't need to explain, Ms. Jill. You know I'm not just a simple admiral. Many people know it. It's an open secret."

"I really don't mind using methods that many colleagues despise, as long as it can achieve the goal and complete the mission, just like the casualties, it's just a number on paper, without more meaning. Any military decision will always prioritize achieving the goal, the principle is actually the same."

"Really? Just like the Nazis killed everyone in order to win, as long as no one except the Nazis stood, it was equivalent to winning the victory?"

Gill, who was tit-for-tat, still refused to let go of the guy who insulted his personality with words, and Jack, who put on an attitude of "I'm like this, whatever I want", kept talking.

"Of course you can understand it this way. After all, it's your freedom to understand it. In principle, I reserve my opinion."

"Then you are truly a special admiral, Mr. Jack."

Jack, who was still laughing after hearing this, didn't mind, but time really didn't allow him to go on like this. Knowing that he still had work to do, Jack raised his hand and looked at his watch and said.

"When you return from your mission, we will have plenty of time to continue these unfinished conversations, Ms. Gill."

"But now, I want to hear your answer."

"What if I refuse the assignment?"

Jack, who smiled even brighter, didn't care about testing but didn't like being tested. He leaned on the sofa and spoke quietly with his calm tone.

"Have you ever interviewed the slums of New York? Ms. Gill, it is a world where people and rats live together. It is simply incompatible with your elegant and beautiful temperament. Those bankrupts and homeless people who smell like rats are not worthy of you. Such unmarried female elites, at least that’s what I think.”

Gil, who felt his whole body tremble, clenched his hands tightly, suppressing his anger but having no doubt that the man in front of him had the ability to keep his word.

"Are you threatening me?"

"Threat is a definition, Ms. Gill, and it depends on how different individuals of the human race understand and form the final definition."

Jack, who was still smiling, turned around and looked at Jill sitting on the other sofa beside him. Even the tone he blurted out did not change at all.

"Your understanding is not necessarily a threat as defined in universal cognition, so what is the true definition of a thing? I think I have made it clear enough, Ms. Gill."