Chapter 195 Kirov Attacks
Although Germany and the Soviet Union fought each other in World War II, the naval battles between the two countries were not very frequent. For this reason, the Soviet and German factions of the garrison did not get along well, but the relationship was not that strained.
The red Caucasian noticed L20 hiding behind the door with only half of his body exposed, and took the initiative to wave and say hello: "L20, you haven't left yet, come in and have a drink."
"No. I want to go back." Upon hearing about wine, L20 immediately waved his hand and ran away.
Walking through the corridor and into the stairwell, L20 thought at this time that the admiral had been stripped of his pants and chased by the Soviet Union. Should he tell the Victory and Bismarck?
Should she give up on such an embarrassing thing, otherwise she might be bullied by the admiral again... or should she reveal it on purpose to retaliate against him for bullying her all the time?
While L20 was hesitating, the Red Caucasian slowly finished half a bottle of wine. Even if it was a Maomei, she was still a girl, and girls like gossip. He rolled his eyes, took the wine and walked out the door, from the office to the lounge, only to see the blonde girl lying on the bed playing with her phone.
Young reporter Tashkent likes to run around outside, take pictures at will, and never let go of anyone he kills.
As an adult, Kirov doesn't like running outside like a child. She prefers to be targeted, first discover the excitement, then follow up and report. So she often browses the garrison group to find something interesting at any time.
There was a sound of door being pushed open.
Kirov turned his head and saw the Red Caucasian walking in with wine. He immediately looked away and continued playing with his phone.
The Red Caucasian walked across the lounge, sat down beside Kirov's bed, and slapped the girl's butt hard.
A snapping sound was heard, and the Red Caucasian rubbed his fingers. It felt really good.
"Caucasus, are you drunk?" Kirov covered his butt, turned sideways and glared at the Red Caucasus.
Red Caucasian put down the bottle and placed it on the bed. Facing Kirov's anger, she was not afraid at all. It was not because they were friends. Even if they were friends, slapping a friend's butt casually would also lead to revenge. The reason why she was fearless was that she knew what Kirov cared about most.
"Kirov. Haven't you always wanted to find fault with the admiral?" Red Caucasus said, "The last report made the admiral very anxious, but it only lasted for two days, and now it's quiet again."
The Red Caucasian leaned forward slightly, looked into Kirov's eyes, and said, "I have what you want in my hand now."
Kirov said, "I owe you a drink."
"Two meals." The Red Caucasus bargained.
"make a deal."
Red Caucasus immediately told what had just happened in the office. The key point was that the admiral ran away without wearing pants, and the Soviet Union was chasing him with the admiral's pants.
Red Caucasus finished speaking, and seeing that Kirov did not say anything, she asked curiously: "Kirov, why don't you say anything? Isn't this melon sweet enough?"
"Sweet." Kirov said, "But it involves the Soviet leader. I'm worried..."
"It's okay. Soviet comrades won't care about such a small matter." Red Caucasus thought for a while, "Besides, you should know better than me. Deliberately ignore Soviet comrades and focus on reporting that the admiral is not wearing pants."
Taking things out of context, cutting off the beginning and the end, reporting a good thing as a bad thing, and a bad thing as excusable, is the most basic skill for every reporter. It is also because of this skill that bad money drives out good money, and the former uncrowned king has become a prostitute trying to manipulate public opinion.
A prostitute is a prostitute. As long as she can take revenge on the admiral, Kirov doesn't care. She thought for a moment and said, "You just said L20 saw it, too?"
"Yeah." The red Caucasian thought of L20 holding onto the office door frame and carefully looking inside. "That L20 is like a husky. He looks handsome, but he's actually a fool."
Kirov asked, “Do you have her cell phone?”
"No."
"Then you should catch up with her now and don't let her expose this matter." Kirov narrowed his eyes.
"What if she has already told others?" asked the Red Caucasian.
"Then the tide of fortune is against us," said Kirov. "Your two dinners are gone."
"Okay..." Red Caucasian touched his nose, "Even if she hasn't told anyone yet, what if she doesn't want to cooperate with us?"
"You said she's like a husky, right?" Kirov said. "She has no brains and will follow whoever gives her food. If you give her some benefits, she won't need my teaching."
"I see." said the Red Caucasus.
Kirov picked up the camera, patted the Red Caucasus on the shoulder with both hands, and said, "Comrade, I'm counting on you. Wait for my good news."
Kirov said as he hung the camera on his chest and looked for his shoes.
"Kirov." The Red Caucasus suddenly shouted.
"Hmm?" Kirov turned around.
Red Caucasus said: "I am just reminding you. He is our admiral after all, so you should take it easy."
Kirov was silent for a moment, then said, "I know."
"It's good that you know." The Red Caucasian waved his hand, "Go ahead."
"I'm going." Kirov held the camera and looked like a female soldier holding a submachine gun ready to go to the battlefield. After all, she was a soldier. She hurried out of the lounge.
Red Caucasus was a little worried that Kirov might do something, so she followed him out of the lounge and prepared to find L20 to force her to shut up.
At the same time, on this side, Su Xia hid behind a bush, not daring to breathe, because the Soviet Union was not far away, and the "beast" was looking for him everywhere. Once discovered, he would definitely be "eaten" clean.
A man should not be afraid of a girl. Who is afraid of who? Even if a man is afraid of a "beast", it is understandable, right?
After waiting for a long time, she flicked off several mosquitoes and ladybugs that landed on her body. Fortunately, there were no scary big ones, furry caterpillars, or the like. Finally, the Soviet Union was far away. Su Xia breathed a sigh of relief and was temporarily safe.
However, the Soviet Union does not seem to have given up, it just went to search elsewhere. We still have to be careful and not be careless.
Su Xia sat on the cement fence surrounded by lush banyan trees, looking around. She was so anxious that she didn't even know where to run. She wondered where she had run to now.
It hasn't been long since I arrived at the garrison. I've only walked around the living area and visited a few . There are still some places I haven't visited properly.
The broadcasting building and office building were in front, the warehouse was on the other side, the dock and airport were in the distance, the ring road was next to it, and you could see the sparkling sea under the sun. Su Xia roughly judged the location. If he wanted to go back to the Guanhai Building and his room, he had to walk along the ring road for a long time, or cross the square where people were coming and going.
Su Xia looked down and saw that her pants were gone. Of course, she was wearing her underwear. Even so, it was not elegant enough.
Su Xia was wondering what to do better.
Su Xia first thought of calling someone to get a pair of pants. He thought of Lexington, Missouri, Enterprise... and finally thought of Bei Zhai, his good partner. Then he thought that Bei Zhai was not a good choice. If she knew his current situation, it would be enough to draw several books based on this plot.
Looking down at his legs, Su Xia discovered a serious problem. Now it was not a question of who to contact. His cell phone was originally in his trouser pocket, but now his trousers had been snatched away by the Soviet Union. He did not have a cell phone on him at all, which meant he could not contact anyone.
It’s a big crisis.
Su Xia looked at the sea and faced the sea breeze. He thought of a good idea, a perfect idea.
If you wear an admiral uniform on top and only a pair of underwear on the bottom, it's really a bit strange. If you take off your shirt and walk on the beach in your underwear, who dares to say "no"?
Of course, the underwear I'm wearing now is a little different from swimming trunks, but the difference is not that big, it's a small matter. Anyway, when I went to the nearby park to swim, I never brought a special swimsuit, and no one cast a strange look at me.
Sure enough, there is still a problem.
If there are people wearing the same clothes on a beach or a river beach, it's not a big deal if you wear the same clothes. There's a deserted beach, maybe a few little girls playing with sand on the beach, and a few people walking along the seaside embankment, and then you walk by alone in your underwear...
Just think about it, this scene makes people feel awkward.
Su Xia hesitated, bent his waist, bent his knees, and held his chin with his right hand, looking like a statue in deep thought. What should he do? It seemed that there was only one way. He made up his mind and prepared to take off his shirt. He still had a good figure . He could see a little abdominal muscle when he pulled in his stomach and straightened his chest, but that was all.
Before he took off his shirt, a flash went off, accompanied by a click. Su Xia saw a blonde girl holding a camera and taking pictures of him.
Su Xia stretched out her hand to block in front of her.
He had suffered a loss before, so he made some inquiries. He recognized the man and shouted, "Kirov, what are you doing?"
"What else can I do? Take some pictures." Kirov lowered his head and checked his camera. "I took some good pictures. They'll be in the newspaper this afternoon."
"The admiral without pants was hiding on the side of the road." Kirov said. She is also a good headline party.
"You!" Su Xia couldn't help but speak out.
"Me what?" Kirov raised his chin.
"You..." Su Xia's momentum softened a little, "Why are you here... Did Gao Caucasus tell you, or did you see me running out of the broadcasting building?"
“Who knows?” Kirov said. “Anyway, we got some good pictures.”
"I don't care how you know..." Su Xia asked, "How did you find this place?"
"Is it hard to find?" Kirov said, "I came across the Soviet Union. I looked in the opposite direction of the Soviet Union and found it. As soon as I arrived, I saw the admiral without pants and about to take off his clothes. What do you want to do?"
Su Xia opened her mouth, wanting to say something but stopping herself.
"What do you want to say, Admiral?" Kirov said proudly, "I will never return the photos to you. I finally managed to take some good photos. This month's bonus is settled."
Kirov said: "We have finished filming. We will notify the Soviet Union later."
Kirov looked at Susha and said nothing. She smiled and asked, "Admiral, why are you silent?"
"Kirov."
"Um."
"Kirov, you have reason to hate me."
Kirov looked at her admiral with his head down, and heard her admiral's voice. That voice contained no resentment or anger, only understanding and relief. Her heart skipped a beat.
