Chapter 1188 Gun King

"What did you say? Small arms?"

Malokov obviously did not expect Malashenko to ask such a question, and he was stunned by the question.

"I don't know why you asked that right now, but you really asked about my blind spot this time."

"After the 1941 Moscow crisis was resolved, the number of counter-saboteurs and counter-espionage operations in the city has been decreasing. Those saboteurs who were related to the Germans have been basically cleaned up, and I am free to deal with some political reviews. But I haven’t paid attention to Moscow’s small arms department.”

Since the brother made a rare request, Malokov felt that he could not refuse Malashenko. Besides, given his current scope of authority in the field of light weapons, it was not difficult to simply investigate and sort out the general information.

Malokov had reason to believe that even if he did not do similar things, people from other departments in the Ministry of Internal Affairs would do it every month, and the screening and auditing of the military industry was never taken lightly.

After all, this is a top priority involving the supply of weapons to the front line, so there is no way there will be any mistakes.

Although he basically decided to help Malashenko, Malokov, who was not used to talking directly to death, decided to test and ask first to find out what Malashenko planned to ask him to do for him.

"As long as you don't ask me to do the impossible, I think I can help you, my brother.

Malashenko, who heard that there was something in Malokov's words, did not complain. After all, Malokov was willing to help, so he was already very satisfied, so he had better clarify the matter quickly.

"I want you to help me find a person in Moscow who can have anything to do with small arms. His name is Kalashnikov. Mikhail Timofeevich, Kalashnikov. He is better than I am a few years younger and should still be a young technician now. When the Great Patriotic War just broke out, he was a T34 tank commander and a member of our tank crew.”

"Later he was sent to the rear to recuperate due to combat injuries. Later, he has been busy tinkering with some light weapons and has some good and usable results. I heard that he has been transferred to Moscow to work, and I happened to He is very interested. If you are willing to help me, can you help me find and introduce him? I want to chat and discuss something with him. "

He originally thought that Malashenko's request would be something outrageous, but Malokov never expected that Malashenko would talk to him seriously just to find a small small weapon. A technician, and a young boy in his early twenties.

Let's face it, this is indeed a waste of emotion. Especially when Malokov took this matter seriously and was mentally prepared, Malokov now really felt that Malashenko was making a fuss out of a molehill.

"You really know how to joke! I thought you wanted me to help you with something, but this is what happened."

Although he seemed a little dismissive on the surface, Malokov was indeed thinking about the problem.

After all, if you can't handle even this little thing, then it's probably hard for you to say anything in front of Malashenko in the future. Even if you don't get laughed at, what on earth do you do as a colonel of the Ministry of Internal Affairs! ? I don’t even have the ability to find someone.

"Well, since you said he is just a technician in his early twenties, then I think this matter can be taken care of by me."

"Well, give me a day. I will give you accurate information at this time tomorrow, provided that he is really in Moscow. If he is not there, I am not sure that I can call you over. You have to do it in advance. Mentally prepared, I’m not that capable yet.”

With Malokov's personal promise, Malashenko suddenly felt that the matter was basically settled.

It should be noted that this guy is a colonel working in the Ministry of Internal Affairs. If such a powerful special department cannot handle it properly, Malashenko estimates that with his own connections, he may not even be able to accomplish it in Moscow.

Malokov took advantage of his business trip and drove to the hospital for a walk. He didn't have much time. There was a more important meeting waiting for him to attend at noon.

So after agreeing to help Malashenko get this thing done, Malokov, who didn't even bother to eat, drove back to the dark yellow building on Lubyanka Street with an empty stomach. , continue to work.

Malashenko, who had nothing important to do in the next half day, continued to do nothing. With Anya's help, he was able to walk slowly step by step to the garden, sit on a bench and bask in the sun with the little girl's company. , listen to the chirping of birds, enjoy the scenery, and at lunch time, someone will bring the meal to you. Such a small day passes pleasantly and quickly.

When the sun rose again the next day, Malashenko, knowing that he had nothing to do if he woke up early, simply chose to sleep in. Until Anya, who came to change the dressing with a tray, came to the bedside, Comrade Ma, who was sleeping in a rather ugly posture, was still drooling and snoring.

But for Anya, who was watching her loved one sleeping up close for the first time, it didn't seem indecent to drool with her mouth open and dripping onto the pillow. However, Anya, who covered her mouth and snickered softly, didn't think it was indecent. He didn't expect that he would suddenly wake up Malashenko.

"Well, I overslept again, what time is it now, Anya."

"It's 11 o'clock, it's almost noon. A beautiful morning is spent in peaceful sleep. Comrade Brigadier, resting will help your body recover."

"It sounds a little weird."

Malashenko, who was muttering in his heart, went through every procedure as usual after getting up in the morning. He sat on the bed and lifted up his shirt, unbuttoned it, and openly exposed his abdominal muscles and chest muscles. Come out and wait for Anya to start today's dressing change process.

At first, both of them were a little embarrassed, but since it happened every day, they simply let it go. On the contrary, Anya seemed to be looking more attentively and carefully than before when changing the dressing. Only our Comrade Ma Daha, old Ma, was still looking around like an old man playing chess in the alley, not looking back at all. thing.

After a while, Malashenko, who had finished changing the dressing, thought that he was hungry and didn't seem to have eaten yet. He glanced at Anya who was clearing the tray and wondered if the two of them should eat together. How many people did Tiantian and Iushkin have? When two grown men eat together, they need to change their appetites.

But before Malashenko could put his idea into practice, the events of yesterday, which had been completely forgotten, quietly came to the door again and entered the room.

When Malashenko turned around, he saw the young man who was accompanied by Malokov standing a few meters away, looking at him with a slightly embarrassed and overwhelmed look. When facing yourself.

With his eyes shining, Malashenko suddenly realized that Malokov had really accomplished something big for himself!

And the foreseeable future will once again be rewritten in your own hands.