Steel Soviet Union

At the same time, on the other side, West Berlin is where the NATO Joint Forces Headquarters and the US Fourth Armored Division headquarters are located.

Jack Morrison, the newly arrived four-star general in the U.S. Army who is officially the most powerful person in the building, is listening to an ongoing briefing by his intelligence chief.

"The CIA reported that it lost two more agents and lost contact with them. But the good news is that this time it has something different. It found some information that may be of interest to you before the contact was lost."

Even before he officially took office, Jack Morrison had already heard that the situation on the intelligence front in Berlin was grim. All kinds of agents and spies were "disappearing" on a daily basis. Who knew what was happening in the east? Not even a clue.

Now I finally heard some good news, but it was not worth being surprised. Jack, who was sitting behind his desk and put down the report in his hand, spoke with a calm expression.

"These stupid pigs who received huge sums of money to perform performance art in Berlin all day long finally know what they are doing for a living. They have been fooled by the Russians over and over again and have been humiliated."

"Tell me what the news is. It's best if it's something I'm really interested in."

Before Jack finished speaking, the colonel standing in front of his desk knew how powerful the man in front of him was.

Anyone who really regarded him as a simple general would be a complete fool. He quickly took the time to answer.

"You have always told me to pay attention to the news about Malashenko, general, and now we know exactly where he went after his mysterious disappearance."

"Here, Fulda. Intelligence shows that there has been the latest round of personnel changes at the top of the Soviet East German cluster. Malashenko has been transferred from the former Berlin garrison commander and commander of the leading army to the nearby station east of Fulda. Second Guards Tank Army, serving as deputy commander."

""

Sitting behind the desk, he turned his chair sideways and watched the colonel in charge of intelligence pointing at the map hanging on the wall and explaining to him. The expressionless Jack didn't say a word for half a minute and just looked at it like this.

It wasn't until he saw the colonel that his back felt cold and he couldn't even stand still. Jack, who had waited for a long time without any further words, finally asked.

"Then what?"

"Of course? Then?"

The confused Colonel could not think of what to say and had no clue. In the end, Jack himself had to speak.

"Are you going to tell me that the Russians only let Malashenko serve as deputy to a mere army group? Is it because the Russians have water in their heads, or am I just dreaming because I didn't wake up today?"

""

What the big leader said did make sense, but the colonel, who couldn't think of anything to do with it after much thought, also felt that he had been wronged and finally had no choice but to bite the bullet and reply.

"But, General, that's just it. Although I find it strange, it is the fact. And it has been confirmed through different channels. The detailed report is here. Please read it."

Jack, who was still noncommittal and did not say anything, but whose facial expression had obviously changed compared to before, took the report and frowned more and more as he read it.

Even the colonel on standby at the desk sighed secretly. This was the first time the new commander had such a rich expression since he took office. It really showed how much he valued Namashenko.

"What's wrong with the Russians? I can't understand why this strange transfer is happening. What do they want to do? Is it a deceptive transfer?"

Jack, who put down his report and muttered to himself, stood up and completely ignored the colonel who was still waiting for help. He walked to the map alone and began to study it.

The colonel, who was treated as nothing but air, did not feel helpless or feel any discomfort. Instead, he hurried forward and took the initiative to come to the admiral's side and spoke quietly.

"Do you suspect that the Russians are concealing their true purpose and want to launch an assault through the Fulda Gap?"

The colonel was answered by Jack's words that came out of his mouth without thinking.

"Don't you think so? It's not impossible. I told you that Malashenko is the most dangerous opponent we have ever faced. Have you forgotten? Now the Russians only have a deputy position. His transfer to this place makes it difficult not to suspect that this seemingly stupid behavior of the Russians is a strategic deception.”

Seeing that his general directly elevated Namalashenko to the "strategic" level, the somewhat ashamed colonel felt that the description was a bit too much. After thinking for a while, he continued to speak tentatively.

"General, I admit that Malashenko is very dangerous, but he is just a general. The Russians have so many generals, and above them there are marshals. If we devote so much energy and resources to each of them, If we focus on surveillance, wouldn’t we—”

"Only a fool would despise Malashenko. If you really want to treat him as the same as other Russian generals and marshals, then you will be written into the history books as a stupid pig, as Malashenko It will become famous as part of the history of science and will be laughed at by future generations for a hundred years."

"Whether you believe it or not, this is the only fact."

Jack Morrison, who had sat back behind his desk before he finished speaking, stretched out his hand and knocked on the table. He didn't care what the colonel in front of him was thinking. When he spoke again after a moment, he asked a question.

"Where is Ms. Jill Valentine now? According to the schedule, she should be in Berlin by now."

Without thinking too much, the colonel, who was still on standby, hurriedly answered.

"Yes, General. Ms. Gill has arrived. She just arrived on this morning's flight. As you requested before, she is now resting in the arranged hotel."

"Very well, it's time for Ms. Gill to help us bring back some news."

But Jack, who had heard the serious good news, smiled and blurted out the order immediately.

"Bring her to see me immediately, but remember, treat ladies in a civilized manner. I don't want to hear any complaints from Ms. Gill after she comes to my office."

"Yes General, I'll do it right away."

After a very efficient moment, Jack, who was still sitting firmly behind his desk, saw the beautiful figure walking in through the door. He changed his face to a bright smile, completely changed from the one he had just faced the colonel, and hurriedly stood up to greet him. Even if you don't say anything, you still take the initiative to speak.

"Welcome, Ms. Gill. It has been two years since I last accepted your exclusive interview, but it is still fresh in my memory. Just like your beauty, it is unforgettable for me."

Although the woman in front of her is over thirty years old, there are still no traces of time left on her face. Occupying the position of editor-in-chief and maintaining a prosperous life, his temperament has long since changed from that of a newcomer to the workplace, and he has become more capable.

Jill, who knew the background of the admiral in front of her, obviously didn't agree with this, but she still took Jack's words and replied with a professional smile.

"I'm glad to see you again, General. I hope you have indeed arranged my exclusive interview with General Malashenko, because I don't have enough time for this business trip."