Chapter 2693: What happened to you suddenly?

"Do you still have cigarettes? Give me one.

"Um?"

The same words as before, but this time they came from Jill, which really surprised Mary, who had just walked out of the shabby bakery with Jill.

"There is still a pack, but haven't you never smoked?"

What he said was indeed true, but Jill was obviously determined.

"Stop talking, just give me one."

She wanted to dissuade her, but on second thought she felt it was unnecessary. Mary had no choice but to take out a brand new box from her coat pocket.

"Take it easy and be careful not to choke, but I'm curious as to which muscle is wrong and you suddenly want to smoke?"

Although he said he was puzzled, his hands kept moving.

She took out a cigarette for Jill and handed it to her, then lit it with her own hands for her good sister. Before Mary could finish her puzzled words, she heard a violent coughing sound.

"Cough cough - cough cough cough -"

"Damn it, I knew you were trying to be brave. What's wrong with you? Something didn't feel right when you came out just now."

Facing Gil who was coughing violently because he didn't know how to smoke, Mary, a colleague, senior, and best friend, quickly supported Gil who was almost choking out of his lungs, patted his back and asked about the situation, and got All he got was Jill's painful answer.

"Compared to Magerman's family, what does this mean? Have you seen how their family lived and what they encountered? Even if they have the little food we gave them, what can they do? They will die there In this city, Mary, we can only delay this moment, and nothing will change."

""

Although she could probably guess that it was because of this, when the little girl Jill actually said it, Mary, who had already thought about how to answer, still fell into a brief silence.

"So you want to change something? Right?"

Mary, who really knew how to smoke, lit one for herself and asked questions in a calm tone, as if she were talking about where to go shopping tomorrow. ׺°”˜˜`”°º×

"Of course, now that I have encountered it, why should I sit back and watch it all happen? I chose this profession to expose the ugly and help the weak in need. Isn't this what you taught me? You told me I, the reporter, have something that I cannot afford to lose.”

"But do you think you have the power? To change the war, a war where people are stuffed into the meat grinder every moment and then crushed out? If the pen can solve everything, Gil, then these men Why risk your life and fight with a gun?"

"The media can be a tool to safeguard justice, but it is by no means a weapon to practice justice. There are always things that are beyond our capabilities. This is what I told you, have you forgotten it?"

""

The cigarette that was still burning after only one puff was still held between her fingertips, and Mary didn't throw it away until this stubborn little girl who was passionate about safeguarding truth and justice didn't give up so simply. She was silent just because she couldn't think of a reason to refute for a while, but deep down she was still stubborn and stuck to her own values, ideals and professional ethics.

"Many years ago, I was just like you, Jill. I had just graduated from the university journalism department, and entered the industry with lofty ideals. I believed that I was a defender of justice, a practitioner of justice and conscience, and would definitely be able to expose Ugliness brings justice to the weak and the victims.”

"But then I found out that wasn't the case."

"It's as if men are the masters of this world. They hold the highest power, the most money, and the most top-notch everything. Real equality between men and women is just a lie of transitional idealization. Human beings have been since the beginning of civilized history. That’s true, it’s never changed, and so is our media.”

"In the final analysis, we can only do what we can, strive to do more, and work harder. There are always things we cannot change. War is the most powerful way for humans to solve problems and disputes, and the power of the media is in war It’s really too pale and helpless in front of me.”

"Maybe you can't understand what I say, and you don't agree with me and think I'm weak, and that doesn't matter."

"But I beg you, don't do anything stupid, Jill, promise me? There is no need to risk your life. This is a battlefield that minimizes the value of human life, not the bustling streets and squares of New York. Protect yourself , I hope we can go back together safely, you are the pride of your whole family, don’t forget this.”

""

Jill remained silent, and Mary, who had been talking to herself for a long time, really had no choice but to continue talking. Everything that needs to be said, what is said out of affection, what is meaningful has been said, and any further words will only add to the useless effect.

"Think about it carefully. We're about to leave. Once we've thought about it, we'll get back to the car."

Woo——

Boom——

"Explosion! Oh my God, there is an explosion! The Nazis are coming. Everyone, run away!!!"

"Hey, Jack! Where are you going? Wait, don't run around, come back!"

Nothing had happened yet to the two ladies. Almost immediately after the explosion, which was not too close and certainly not very far away, several men opposite who were chatting and joking with their cameras first started. Confused.

The young boy named Jack panicked, yelled "The Nazis are coming" and ran towards the convoy. No one had any doubt that he was planning to grab a car and flee immediately, or that he would It's hard to say whether he can drive a Russian military vehicle or what the consequences of hijacking the military vehicle will be.

But everything is obviously not that simple.

Almost at the same time as Jill and Mary, who were equally frightened, but at least not frightened enough to run away, they were anxious to know what happened. At the same time, the Soviet major who was responsible for leading the team to the war zone and providing security protection , has quickly arrived at the side of the motorcade and whistled, signaling an emergency gathering.

Of course, Jack, who was running as fast as oil on his feet, was also directly intercepted by a tall and thick leader soldier with an AK full of bullets. His "dancing" "claws" eventually even reached the door handle. Couldn't touch it.

"Everyone, stay calm! Listen to my instructions and don't run around. Now convey the latest emergency situation!"

"There is an emergency on the front line. For your safety, we must move back immediately! All the rest of today's interview schedule is cancelled. Now everyone gets in the car immediately. You have 30 seconds! Prepare to evacuate!"

No matter how clear the major's words were, the second half was still chattering unwillingly and having other thoughts.

"Wait a minute, Mr. Major, what happened before? Can I interview you immediately? What do you think of such an unexpected situation? Does this mean?"

"No comment on military secrets, get in the car! Everyone, immediately! 20 seconds left!"

He opened the car door and without saying a word, he raised his hand and put the crooked man with glasses into the car like he was stuffed into a sack. Then he slammed the door shut without paying any attention to him.

The major's "ultimatum" echoed in everyone's ears, along with the actions just now and the several explosions that followed closely.

At this time, everyone knew that this was no joke. The distance between death and destruction had never been so close. If you didn't want to die, getting in the car and running away was obviously the best choice.

Especially after Mr. Jefferson, the "head of Western journalists", took the lead and demonstrated, there was nothing to say about what happened next.

"Huh - I'm scared to death, Gil. I've never heard cannon fire so close to me. I've never encountered it when I went to France before. How are you? Are you okay?"

Mary, who was still in shock, did not forget to think about her little best friend, but she did not notice that something was wrong with Jill's expression at this moment.

As the car stopped temporarily at the place of departure not long ago - the small building where the leader's division's frontline headquarters is located, the major leading the team immediately got out of the car and started chatting with an officer waiting on the street. It was confirming some orders and messages.

Gill, who thought the time was ripe and had made up his mind, suddenly pushed open the car door, rushed out of the car without saying hello to anyone, and rushed straight towards the entrance of the headquarters building, which was guarded by guards with loaded guns and live ammunition.

"Hey, hey! What is that woman doing!? Guard, stop her! Quick!"

The sharp-eyed major immediately noticed something unusual and quickly shouted for someone to come and intercept. If there was any trouble in this place, it would be a big hole in the sky, and there was no way he could afford to be negligent.

Fortunately, the guard soldiers who can guard the brigade-level headquarters of the leader's division are by no means just ordinary people. Kulbalov's guard company can be regarded as one of the best elite light infantry in the entire division.

Jill, who was unarmed and still a weak woman, obviously couldn't break through the cordon. The five-strong and heavily-armed guards couldn't afford to dance with an American woman, but they were bound to suffer some pain.

Just two grappling hands were pressed up, and they immediately pressed on the shoulders on the left and right, as if catching a chicken, directly forcing Jill to kneel on the ground, unable to move.

"You're hurting me! Let go! Let me go!"

Gill, who trespassed into the brigade's military base as a foreigner, was still struggling to resist after being controlled, although it was of no use. But the major, who walked over in angrily and walked away in front of him, still spoke angrily.

"What are you doing!? Is this woman crazy? Americans, where is your leader? Come out and explain what you want to do and what's going on!?"

Jefferson, who had never expected such a thing to happen, his vision went dark and he felt dizzy. He silently thought to himself, "Fuck you young man", the 18th generation son of the beach, his ancestor. He had no choice but to get out of the car and prepare to wipe. Ass go.

But at the same time, before the Major's angry questioning in the street had finished, an unhurried and steady voice with a grasp of the overall situation suddenly came from the door of the command building. Along with this voice, the tall And a familiar figure.

"Let her go, disarm her. This lady is an acquaintance of mine, and she means no harm."

It’s not that our old Comrade Ma is obsessed with semen and is carried away by beauty, it’s just that if the little girl kneeling down in front of her wants to be disadvantaged, there will never be another face-to-face interview like the last time. There is a better opportunity. There is really no need to wait until this moment, in front of a bunch of soldiers with guns and live ammunition, and attack them head-on, almost seeking death.

Malashenko, who has been on numerous battlefields and has always trusted his instincts, is no exception this time.

Moreover, even a naughty female devil dares to confront a teacher and comrade directly. If this news spreads out about an American female reporter who is afraid of a little girl's movie, we, Comrade Ma, still care about his own reputation.

As for now, looking at the little girl who had been released by the two soldiers and had not had time to get up from the ground, Malashenko couldn't help but blurt out the curiosity in his heart.

"It's you, Miss Gill. What happened to you all of a sudden?"