The door that originally seemed quite solid was kicked open so abruptly, with such force that no one doubted that it was no different from gangsters carrying Thompson submachine guns on the streets of New York who ran into an enemy's house to ransack it.
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However, the large group of people who rushed in immediately after him had nothing to do with gangs.
Mr. Jefferson was stunned for a whole year, and the entire room was filled with those heavily armed men carrying AK44 assault rifles in an instant.
Although he has not yet been pointed at by a gun, his life is not in danger, and he is not threatened, but looking at the posture and the fierce murderous look in the eyes of these Russian soldiers, the well-informed Jefferson has no doubts about these Russian soldiers.
I'm really kidding.
"What are you doing!? What are you doing!? I am Jefferson, the head of the American press corps. Call your superiors to speak! You'd better give me a reasonable explanation for breaking into my office, otherwise I will definitely report it to your superiors.
Your rudeness and rudeness undermine the cooperation between the two countries!"
The editor-in-chief, who is good at criticizing others, raised the seriousness of the situation to the level of "undermining the cooperation between the two countries" as soon as he opened his mouth. This would probably scare ordinary soldiers and junior officers who have little knowledge.
But obviously, Mr. Jefferson is destined to be disappointed and miscalculated tonight.
"Act as planned and start searching!"
"yes!"
Before they had time to panic as these heavily armed Russian soldiers took action again, the person who gave the order walked into the house from outside the door frame that had been kicked open.
"Is it you?! Major Kovanov? Do you know what you are leading people to do?!"
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Kovanov, who did not comment on the questions that came to him, with a cold face and no intention of retreating, just came to stand in front of Jefferson, who was a head shorter than him, like a routine cold robot, and then immediately took out his hand.
The search warrant that had been prepared was issued.
"We have received reports that extremely important and highly confidential military information is hidden in this room. Once leaked, it will cause immeasurable huge losses and devastating effects to the Red Army."
"Following the orders of Major General Malashenko, commander of the leading division, Major Kovanov is responsible for leading the special operations team to recover suspected leaked military secrets and search any suspicious targets. If there is any obstruction or disobedience, those who do not listen to the warning will be punished.
Arrest without authorization, authorize the use of lethal force against those who resist arrest, translation completed.”
Speaking at the speed of a machine gun, he handed over the warrant in his hand, which was written in pure Russian, signed with Malashenko's name, and stamped with the seal of the leader's divisional agency. While holding it in his hand and showing it to Jefferson for browsing,
Translation is completed quickly.
Before Jefferson even tried to reach out to take the warrant into his hand and take a closer look, Kovanov, who had never thought about giving this thing to anyone other than himself, immediately took it with quick eyes and hands.
One of them took it back, not giving the other a chance, leaving Jefferson with big eyes and small eyes stunned in place, speechless and choked.
"Don't touch me, what are you doing? Yeahhhhh!!!"
"Back off! Stay away! Don't hinder the execution of military duties. This is a serious warning!"
Before Jefferson could say anything, the little secretary beside him, who was already pale with fright, was like a little chicken, being chased away by the big and powerful Red Army soldiers who were searching the house, running and jumping, screaming in fear.
Continuously, so noisy.
The screams of annoying women and the scoldings of Red Army soldiers.
How could Jefferson, who was already upset, endure this?
I don't have the ability to use the Russians as a vent, but what the hell do I have the ability to deal with you, a crazy bitch?
"Shut up, you bitch! I'll tie you up again and throw you off the window sill!!!"
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The source of the noise was temporarily stopped with a loud and angry shout. Jefferson, who had neither thought nor planned to coax the bitch, now only wanted to do one thing: let these vulgar and rude people get away from him.
The Russian realized the folly of his behavior and got out of his room.
"Military secrets? Ha, okay, this is all suspicion on me, good!"
"I'm telling you, you have to listen carefully, Mr. Major. If you can't find anything good from my room, then don't blame me for turning my back on you when the time comes. All the consequences of undermining the cooperation between the two countries will be
You bear it!"
"Of course, if you stop and withdraw now, maybe I will."
"Comrade Major, we found it!"
Jefferson, who had his hands on his hips and was so angry that his eyes were crooked on the bridge of his nose, had not finished speaking when an unexpected shout suddenly came, interrupting everything.
"Have you confirmed it? Are you sure it is what we are looking for?"
Kovanov ignored Jefferson's random beeps in front of him, and just asked the squad leader who had just ran over with the "Seized Key Item" next to him.
"We confirmed it under the light. The content is what we are looking for. This is the correct set of films."
"very good."
With a surprised expression on his face, Jefferson looked at what Kovanov and his "lackeys" were doing in front of him, and blinked hard again, almost unable to believe what he saw and heard.
The stuff is actually real.
"Wait a minute, this thing originally belonged to us! You sent someone to return this set of films to us together with the camera. Have you forgotten all about it? You have no right to take away assets belonging to citizens of the United States of America! This is simply
He is committing a crime and is a robber committing a blatant armed robbery!"
At this point, Jefferson was completely anxious. The film he carefully placed in his desk drawer was the key to whether he could become famous in the rest of his life, realize his long-cherished wish, and become a successful person.
Now he is about to be snatched away by these vulgar and rude Russians. It is not an exaggeration to say that this will cost Jefferson his life. At this time, as long as he is still a wealthy man, he will definitely be anxious.
However, no matter how anxious Jefferson was to get angry, he even showed a slight desire to go up and grab something, but he was probably too timid to dare to do so. Kovanov's face was still "not changing his face but not his heart."
"Jump" expression, as if everything that happened now, including Jefferson's anxious jumping state, which had nothing to do with being polite, was something he had expected to happen.
"There is no mistake. This is what we are looking for. We confirm and confirm that this thing involves extremely important and highly confidential military information. Once it is leaked, I have made it clear to you and I will not repeat it again."
"Until the detailed investigation is completed, your personal freedom will be temporarily restricted, Mr. Jefferson. This is also a clearly stipulated part of the terms of the security contract involving military secrets. Please understand and cooperate with the investigation."
It shouldn’t take too long.”
"What???"
Before Jefferson, who was so shocked that he was struck by thunder, could calm down and say something else, Kovanov, who had properly put away the "key seized items", turned around and left with his comrades.
"Mission accomplished! One squad will be left to guard, and the rest will close the team!"
"yes!"
On the street downstairs where the American press group stayed for the time being, Malashenko, who was sitting alone in the back seat with his car window rolled down and smoking, was still waiting until Kovanov opened the car door not long after leaving and returned.
He sat in the front passenger seat.
"Is everything done?"
The interested Malashenko spoke quietly, and the only answer he received was Kovanov's words with a little excitement in his tone.
"It's all done, Comrade Commander, it's as perfect as you expected."
"Really? That's good, let's start the car. This is only the first step."
The convoy started slowly in compliance with Malashenko's order. Before they had driven far, Kovanov couldn't help but was too curious to know the answer.
After thinking about it for a while, I felt that it should be a question that I could ask, and then I turned my head again and blurted out to Malashenko, who was sitting in the back seat with a dull expression, as if he was thinking about something.
"Comrade Commander, have you planned it for a long time? I mean returning the film during the day. I always feel that this seems a bit..."
Without too much waiting or hesitation, the only answer left for Kovanov was the short words with a smile on his face.
"I said, Kovanov, this is only the first step of the plan, and the fun has just begun."