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. She lit it with her own hands and lit it 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 was wrong from the moment you came out."
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 and her 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 will happen? They will die there
In this city, Mary, and we can only delay this moment, 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 what do you want to change? 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.
"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 ugliness and help the weak in need. Isn't this what you taught me? You told me
I, the reporter, have something that I must not lose."
"But do you think you have this ability? Can you change the war, a war where people are stuffed into the meat grinder every moment and then crushed out? If the pen can solve all problems, Jill, then these men
Why do they risk their lives and fight with guns?"
"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 just one puff was still held between her fingertips. Mary did not throw away the cigarette until this stubborn little girl who was passionate about safeguarding truth and justice did not give up so simply. She was silent just because she could not think of a rebuttal for a moment.
reasons, but deep down in his heart he is still stubborn and sticks to his own values, ideals and professional ethics.
"Many years ago, I was just like you, Jill. I had just graduated from the journalism department of the university. I entered this 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 later I discovered that this was not the case."
"It's as if men are the masters of this world. They hold the highest power, the most money, and the top everything. Real equality between men and women is just a lie of transitional idealization. Human beings have been since the beginning of civilized history.
This is true, it has never changed, and the same is true for our media.”
"In the final analysis, we can only do what we can, strive to do more, and work harder. There are always some things that 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 said, or you don't agree with me and think I'm weak, that doesn't matter."
"But I beg you, don't do anything stupid, Jill, please 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. Mary, who had been talking to herself for a long time, really had no way to continue. What should be said, what was said out of affection, what was meaningful, had been said, and there was no way to continue.
It can only be said that it only adds useless merit.
"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 quickly!"
Nothing had happened yet to the two ladies. Almost immediately after the explosion, which was not very close and certainly not very far away, several men on the opposite side were chatting and joking with their cameras.
Confused.
The young boy named Jack panicked, yelled "The Nazis are coming" and ran towards the convoy. There was no doubt that he was planning to grab a car and run away immediately, or that he would
I can't say whether I can drive a Russian military vehicle or what the consequences of hijacking the military vehicle will be.
But everything is obviously not that simple.
Jill and Mary, who were almost equally frightened, but at least not frightened enough to run away, were anxious to find out 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 immediately move back! 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 right away? What do you think of such an unexpected situation? Does this mean anything?"
"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 stuffing a sack into it, and then slammed the car door shut without paying any attention to him.
The major's "ultimatum" echoed in everyone's ears, along with the actions just now, and several explosions that followed closely.
At this time, everyone knew that this was no joke. The distance between death and destruction has never been so close. If you don't want to die, getting in the car and running away is obviously the best choice.
Especially after Mr. Jefferson, the "chief of Western journalists", took the lead and set an example, 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 so frightened that she didn't forget to think about her little best friend, didn't notice that there was something 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, like
It's confirming some orders and messages.
Thinking that the time was ripe and he had made up his mind, Gill 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 going to do!? Guard, stop her! Quick!"
The sharp-eyed Major immediately noticed something strange and quickly shouted for someone to stop him. If there was any trouble in this place, it would be a big hole in the sky. There was no way he could afford to be careless.
Fortunately, the guard soldiers who can guard the brigade-level headquarters of the leader's division are by no means ordinary people. Kurbalov'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, and the guards, who were tall and thick, and fully armed, couldn't afford to dance with an American woman, but they were bound to suffer some pain.
Just two grappling hands came up, and they immediately pressed down on the shoulders on the left and right, as if they were catching a chicken, forcing Gil to kneel on the ground, unable to move.
"You're hurting me! Let go! Let me go!"
Gill, who trespassed into the brigade 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 a hurry, still spoke angrily.
"What are you doing!? Is this woman crazy? Americans, where is your boss? Come out and explain what you want to do and what's going on!?"
Jefferson, who had never expected that such a thing would happen, went dark and felt dizzy. He silently thought to himself, "Fuck young man", the eighteenth 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 that the overall situation was in control suddenly came from the door of the command building. Along with this voice, the tall
And a familiar figure.
"Let her go and remove the alert. This lady is an acquaintance of mine. She has no ill intentions."
It’s not that our Comrade Ma has a sperm in his head and is carried away by beauty, but if the little girl kneeling down in front of him wants to be disadvantaged, there will never be another face-to-face interview like the last time.
There is no need to wait until this moment, in front of a bunch of soldiers with guns and live ammunition, to attack head-on, almost seeking death.
Malashenko, who has fought countless 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, it may not sound good. Comrade Ma is still more concerned 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?"