Chapter 2543 In line with nature

"Keep the door, Stenev, and no one is allowed in without my order.

"Yes, Comrade Commander!"

Malashenko decided to take matters into his own hands and did not need anyone else to do it for him.

Bang——

The large iron door of the interrogation room, which was half-buried in the bunker, was pulled shut by Stenev from the outside, making a dull sound. The sound sounded just like the situation in front of them. For some people, it was not true. So wonderful.

The technical colonel of the German armored forces who had seen Malashenko once at dusk had a look of horror on his face. He originally thought that he had escaped a disaster and did not have to be cut off by the bear-like Slavic man with a knife. The method of showing it off and then stuffing it into his mouth made him choke to death, but he was really wrong.

The "Iron Butcher" who came back for unknown reasons had a fierce face, standing there like a devil with a cold anger on his face, which was scary to look at.

The German colonel, who was panicked and had no ability to protect himself, didn't know what he had done wrong. Before the sun went down, he had already confessed everything he needed to confess, and he had not lied at all. This "steel butcher" now had a fierce look on his face. Why do you want to come back to find yourself like this? Is it possible that he decided to kill the donkey when he saw that it had no use value?

"Mr. General, sir, please listen to me first. What do you want?"

boom--

Before the innocent-looking German colonel could even finish a sentence, Malashenko stepped forward and hit him directly in the face with a fist as big as a sandbag.

"ah!!!"

After letting out a scream, he was hit with a fist and knocked backwards. Suddenly, he could no longer stand still, and he squatted on his buttocks and was beaten until he collapsed on the ground.

The Aryan face, which was originally in good condition, was like an overturned spice box. All kinds of sweet, sour, bitter, spicy, and salty things rushed up at once. It felt like there was a stream of heat rushing out of the nose. The whole world in front of me seemed to have been poisoned. It started to spin like magic.

"Do you know what this is?"

Before the German colonel, who was punched directly in the face and knocked out of breath, could react, Malashenko had already caught up with him and came in front of him, squatting down to confront him who was slumped on the ground. "Dialogue between equals", the next words that followed made the German colonel who had not recovered his head so far was stunned.

"Be honest and I won't put it in your mouth. I still have a lot of stuff in my pocket."

Without waiting for the German colonel to argue or explain, Malashenko's huge right hand that had just knocked the person back four or five meters with his fist suddenly stretched out again.

And without saying a word, he directly grabbed the entire lower half of the German colonel's face. He didn't care that the nosebleed was dripping down to his chin, and he didn't mind it at all. He used force with his right hand to forcefully fix his mouth before he could close it, keeping it still. Move, pinch the two chocolates that have been broken open in your hand, and put them into your mouth.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

The German colonel wanted to say something, but his mouth, which was captured by Malashenko, could not move at all. He could not open it further and could not close it. He did not dare to raise his hand to face the terrifyingly powerful "steel butcher" in front of him. , any disrespectful act of struggling and resisting, because he was afraid that the already angry Russian devil would kill himself with a shot.

The only thing he could do was to watch the two excessive pills being put into his mouth, not to mention that the "Iron Butcher" had more in his pocket. It was simply despair mixed with death.

"Say I'm oooo, tell me I'm oooo."

His speech was unclear but he could barely understand the meaning. After achieving what he wanted, Malashenko immediately released his right hand and waved it. The captured German colonel, whose saliva was mixed with nosebleeds and flowed down, was finally able to take a breath from the pain.

"You only have one chance to organize your words."

"I, I know, I'll say anything."

Of course the German colonel knew what Malashenko was about to force into his mouth.

Although he is only a technical colonel and is not responsible for commanding battles, this does not prevent him from hanging around Berlin and dealing with big guys every day. He has heard the ulterior details about this kind of thing, even the generals on the front line. Things they don’t necessarily understand.

"That's not pure chocolate, it's a disguised mixed chocolate. The purpose is to make people think it is chocolate distributed as military supplies."

"There is a chemical agent mixed in it. I don't know its name. I really don't know. When I was in school, I almost slept in the chemistry class. I can't remember those smelly and long names at all."

"I only know that it can make soldiers extremely excited and fanatical, and it can weaken or even block the effects of pain nerves to a great extent. Even if they are shot, they can still be unaffected, feel almost no pain, and have no fear. Unless the body's functions are destroyed or killed, this is a highly effective strengthening agent used by soldiers in combat, that's how the wretched man in the white coat introduced it."

""

Malashenko smiled, a sinister and terrifying smile, at least in the eyes of the German colonel.

"Then why did you disguise yourself as chocolate to deceive the soldiers? Or, since it is so useful, why didn't you eat it and take me hostage to escape? It can strengthen your physical fitness and even turn you into an Aryan Superman, isn’t he?”

""

Malashenko's words really stopped the German colonel on the spot.

For a moment, I didn’t know how to answer, so I had no choice but to continue telling the facts one by one.

"Because it has strong side effects, the amount you gave me is double serving, double the amount. If I eat it, I will definitely go crazy. I don't know if I can beat you by then, but I will definitely lose Reason even sees hallucinations.”

"I saw with my own eyes in the laboratory that someone ate three pills of this stuff and went crazy and suddenly died. I'm telling you this because I still want to live and I don't want to die. I didn't develop this thing. , I didn’t ask for it to be transported to the battlefield, I told you everything I know, I just hope you can keep me alive.”

Malashenko did not answer the question of whether to keep the German colonel alive. Instead, he changed the topic and asked about the details that the German colonel had accidentally mentioned in his words.

"Who is the person you saw eating three pills of this thing in the laboratory?"

The German colonel looked at Malashenko's cold face, which was staring straight at him like a devil, even with a hint of a terrifying smile. His whole body was as if he had fallen into an ice hole, completely disobedient, and his upper and lower lips were trembling unknowingly. Why did he spit out the truth without thinking through his brain?

"Your people, Soviets, Red Army prisoners of war from concentration camps."

boom--

A scene of a fist that was as big as the one he was hit with but harder and more powerful coming towards him and getting bigger and bigger was the last scene the German colonel saw before his eyes went dark and he passed out.

Malashenko, whose hands were still stained with blood, waved his hands casually and stood up from the ground. The few pieces of poison he held in his hands were also left on the ground. He muttered only the truth that had been determined.

"The puree mixed with ice is really in line with the nature of trash like you, who will go to hell for free."