Steel Soviet Union

Jack didn't intend to hide anything. After all, he specifically called the editor-in-chief in front of him to do this kind of work. After a brief greeting, he simply got straight to the point.

"Ms. Gill, since our time is limited, I have to speak directly and not beat around the bush."

At Jack's invitation, she sat on the single sofa in the office. Jill, dressed in business attire and crossing her legs, was quite relaxed.

Even when facing the red-hot and powerful general in the U.S. Army next to him, he still took a sip of the coffee just brought by his secretary and put down the coffee cup gracefully while asking Jack to wait. After a few seconds, he quietly spoke.

"I understand the special nature of this interview, General. If there is anything you need me to do, please just say it. Of course, I may not agree to it."

Jack, who was left out for a moment, didn't seem to care. Instead, he responded with a smile and spoke kindly.

"Very good, Ms. Gill. To be honest, I appreciate your candid and cooperative attitude, unlike some people who come into this office and only talk disgusting nonsense in front of me."

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

Secretly sighing that this woman sometimes dares to speak more than many men, Jack, who had already thought about what to say next, continued to speak.

"You know Malashenko very well, right?"

Before Jill, whose expression remained unchanged and who had obviously expected this remark in the conversation, opened her mouth, Jack, who sounded interested, had already continued.

"I have read information about the two of you. There is indeed some extraordinary relationship between you and him, especially when you were a war correspondent in Berlin. The extent to which he took care of you was extraordinary."

"Don't get me wrong, Ms. Gill. I have no intention of intervening in the relationship between the two of you, and I don't want to over-interpret this aspect, let alone make a fuss about it. I just want to ask you to help me figure something out."

"Something only you can do for me."

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With a cold face and a cold look like looking at a dog, Jill moved to Jack. After so many years of working in the workplace, Jill had seen all kinds of people and had come into contact with all kinds of scum and scum. Not surprisingly Jack would do this.

And I don’t mind pointing out the problem with just one word, with a sarcastic smile.

"If I understand you correctly, Admiral, you are saying that you no longer rely on the elite soldiers under your command, but have reached the point where you have to rely on a mere woman to complete the mission, right?"

Jack, who didn't mind even if his purpose was revealed, raised his hands and shrugged, followed by words that were completely irrelevant.

"I am not a chauvinist, and I admit that there are things in this world that men cannot do and only women can do, especially an elite lady like you."

Even though he knew that Jill didn't want to do this, he still didn't say anything he needed to say.

Jack, with a clear purpose, continued to speak.

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

"Understanding the importance of this situation is related to our European deployment. You must know what this means without me saying more, Ms. Gill. Find a way to get the answer from Malashenko's mouth and bring it back to me, It doesn't matter what method you use, as long as you don't let the Russians put you in jail for various reasons."

"After all, you only have two days and one night, so you have 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, had an increasingly cold look. If it weren't for the foundation and fortitude she had gained through years of experience in the workplace, and if she had let go of the violent temper of the girl she used to be, it would have been impossible for her to throw a cup of coffee directly on Jack's face.

Although I can hold it back, what I say next is a knife hidden in my words and every sentence is sharp.

"I can't believe this is what a general said. You have countless elite soldiers under your command, you are in charge of the most elite army units, and you have countless advanced weapons and equipment, tanks and artillery at your disposal. In the end, you actually expected A woman uses such unflattering means to complete the mission. Then why don't you let these soldiers disband and 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 was a threat or not, Jack didn't care. Instead, he continued to speak and answer with an interested smile.

"There are some things that I don't need to explain, Ms. Gill. You know that I am not just a general. Many people know that this is an open secret."

"I really don't mind using means that many of my colleagues are ashamed of. As long as it can achieve the goal and complete the mission, it is just a number on paper like the number of casualties, and has no more meaning. Any military decision-making will always be The principle of putting achieving the goal as the first priority is actually the same. ”

"Really? Is it the same as Nazui killing everyone in order to win? As long as there is no one left standing except Nazui, is it the same as winning?"

Jill, who was tit-for-tat, still refused to let go of this guy who insulted her personality with words, while Jack, who put on a posture of "I'm just like this, I love whatever I want", kept talking continuously.

"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."