Malashenko does not like to attack women, except for the Nazi female scum. Attacking such a dehumanized female scum will not make Malashenko feel the slightest sense of guilt.
On the contrary, hitting hard can be worthy of the innocent people who died tragically under her vicious hands. Malashenko has always believed this.
"Drink...ha...uh..."
I don't know if this prostitute's physical strength is too strong, or if this girl's endurance is really too damn weak.
All in all, this **** female devil couldn't answer our Comrade Ma's question very well. Even if her head was slipped into Malashenko's hand, she could only pant out of breath. This
If someone who didn't know heard this, they would probably think that this girl was addicted.
As for what addiction means? I can only say that I understand everything.
"Okay, then you might as well listen to what I have to say first...it's not too late to talk to you later."
He released his right hand holding his hair and stood up slowly. The first thing Malashenko did was to bend down and pick up the table knife that had just fallen to the ground. He turned the knife around with ease in his hand and played with it.
Then he spoke quietly.
"There must be many things that you German fascists can't figure out and can't understand. Maybe you don't even realize what these things are, and you just feel that you are passive and do not have an advantage. But I know
The reason for this."
"It doesn't matter. I can tell you the truth. After all, some secrets have been kept in my heart for a long time. Even the people closest to me in this world have never mentioned them, let alone know about them.
It's hard for a person to keep such a big secret in his heart for a long time, you know?"
The evil female devil who collapsed on the ground still couldn't regain her composure. She could not control her drool and her mouth, which was gasping for air, just kept dripping down. She couldn't even say a decent word.
come out.
The uppercut that hit Malashenko's lower abdomen just now had already caused him to convulse. It would take a long time to completely recover from this state. After all, a woman's body is not as strong as a man's to withstand a beating.
this is the truth.
"Actually, I am not a Soviet person at all. I am not even a person from this world..."
Malashenko, who was holding the knife in his hand, had already squatted down again, squatting next to the head of the evil female devil and whispering. Only the two of them who were very close to each other could hear clearly.
Even a person in the corridor behind a door cannot hear it clearly if he puts his ear to the door.
"I know this is unbelievable, but it is the fact. Even this body does not originally belong to me, but belongs to the soul of the previous one who has died long ago. Before he died, he entrusted everything to me and asked me to work hard to replace him.
He lives and fights."
"In exchange for my ability to continue living in this world, and in exchange for everything that belongs to him, I agreed, and then fought bloody battles with you evil German fascists to the end. This is what happened in the first place."
It was as if Malashenko was telling a fantasy folk tale that no one could easily believe upon hearing it for the first time, and the same was certainly true of the pure devil who was knocked to the ground with one blow.
"What the hell are you talking about? Are you fucking kidding me???"
The false interest has long been torn to pieces by Tu Qiongdeng's murderous intention. Even if he attacked first and assassinated Malashenko at close range, he could not successfully kill Malashenko. Knowing that she was completely defeated, the evil female devil simply refused to act.
The disdain, discrimination and hatred flashing in those angry and hateful eyes are so clearly visible now.
"Are you kidding? No, I have no intention of doing this and I am not interested in it. I know this is very...very outrageous, but I have more secrets that I can let you know."
Malashenko, who became more and more excited as he spoke, was a little excited. This kind of depression has been suppressed in his heart for a long time, but the secret that no one can tell is really annoying. This is like a dark cloud that has been hanging over Marashenko.
Shen Ke couldn't get rid of it, and it was too tiring to bear the shocking secret alone.
Now, Malashenko, who had seized the opportunity to talk things over, could not miss the opportunity.
"As I said just now, you German Fascists must have many things about me that you cannot understand."
"Who is this Malashenko? Why can he defeat us again and again? If your rotten intelligence system can still be effective, you will know even more how much I have contributed to the development of the Soviet military industry.
Huge influence and help, why can I dabble in tanks and firearms? On the battlefield, I can just beat the shit out of any of your elites? Why is this? You must have thought about it more than once with great distress.
, I can guarantee it.”
"The answer is that you scumbag German fascists know nothing about strength! You have no idea what kind of opponent you are facing! What a powerful enemy you are!"
"I traveled through time and space and came here, abandoning all the beautiful and prosperous future life, and willing to throw myself into this purgatory-like battlefield where flesh and blood are flying and artillery fire roaring. I have only one thing from beginning to end: to kill you.
These indifferent German fascists!"
call--
Malashenko, who closed his eyes slightly, just let out a long breath.
"It has been more than three years since I came to this world that does not belong to me, almost four years! I have never told this secret to anyone, my lover, my political commissar, my comrade
, my comrades-in-arms, all the people who are closest to me and trust me do not know this secret. I have no way to tell them and let them finally trust me and keep this secret for me until today."
"Do you know how this feels? It's been more than three years, and I've been carrying this damn secret for nearly four years! When you know that you are the only one in the world who knows this shocking secret, and you
Do you know what it feels like when you can’t tell anyone? Huh!? I’m afraid in my fucking dreams that I’ll spill the beans when I talk in my sleep. I don’t dare to get drunk for fear of being like this!
When I feel happy, I really have to thank you a lot, Miss Vera."
Malashenko's state is a bit abnormal, he seems crazy but his logic is clear, he seems to be talking nonsense but his sentences are coherent, he does not hit even the slightest obstacle, and he keeps pouring out words like a machine gun.
You can't say that this man is crazy, let alone stupid. There is no way that a stupid and crazy fool can beat up so many elite German troops one by one. It is even less possible for him to be with a femme fatale woman with extremely high emotional intelligence.
While flirting on the spot and having a fierce fight, he still kept a vigilant attitude and was able to subdue the assassin by himself.
Anyone with a normal mind would be able to think of such an obvious fact, including of course the evil female devil who was knocked to the ground and still couldn't get up.
But sometimes, reality often means fear. The more real it is, the more it can make a soul feel the fear of falling into the abyss, even the eyes are filled with increasingly frightening despair.