Chapter 484: Resolute and calm (reward plus more!)

An old man sitting inside raised his hand, and a soldier in the room immediately walked over and searched Natasha with both hands.
The KGB who brought Natasha over did not mean that he had searched Natasha's body, but just looked at Natasha who had no strength to resist like a good show.
The look on the soldier's face seemed a little dissatisfied, probably because of long-term malnutrition. Natasha's original girl's plump figure is now thin and weak, and his private desires mixed with it have not been fully satisfied.
Nothing else could be found anymore. The old man took the poison pistol handed by the KGB, took out his glasses from the drawer, and put it on: "Oh, this is Ivan’s gun. That’s right. You didn’t even change it for bread. ?"
no answer.
The old man walked out of the huge desk, rubbing a rough hand on Natasha's face a few times: "You are like a prisoner in a gas chamber, dirty and weak. Ivan is dead early. People will give you bread, go!"
Natasha insisted: "I want to join the KGB."
This is her very few means of making a living in this war era.
The old man sat back lazily, put his legs on the desk, and said with a smile: "You used to be from Ivan, maybe a reserve agent, but now...Look at you, even farmers hook up No, the Red House will not accept you."
Natasha still insisted: "Give me the task, I can complete it!"
The old man stood up suddenly from the chair, grabbed the poison pistol on the table, opened the barrel and took a look, then threw it to the floor. Throwing along with the poison pistol, there is also a magazine full of bullets.
Natasha leaned over and picked up the gun, and the bullet was loaded with a click. The soldier on the side became nervous and drew the pistol from his waist and pointed it at Natasha's head.
The old man waved his hand and said unhurriedly: "I will give a small goal later. If you can complete it, then I will recommend you to the Red House."
"Can you give me some bread first?"
"The food here will not be provided to people who are useless," the old man said indifferently. "After you really show your value, you are eligible to get food from me."
With the old man’s eyesight as one of the KGBs, he never failed to see that Natasha hadn’t eaten for at least three days, and that she had no strength. Natasha also understood this deeply—he didn’t even think I could Returning alive, this is just his entertainment and pastime watching the dead struggle in vain before death.
But Natasha did not have the right to refuse, nor did she have the idea to refuse. She could only turn around and leave. As soon as she walked to the door, the old man’s voice finally came over: "Oh, by the way, don’t blame me for not reminding you. Save yourself a bullet."
Natasha ignored him, and there was a sneer from behind.
What a of a mission, Natasha thought, this is to die, but if it goes on like this, starving to death on the street like a skeleton, but it is even more terrifying.
Slowly walking out of the town, in the middle of the mountain road, Natasha could be killed by German snipers at any time. It is ridiculous that she staggered all the way to a long distance, and she was almost reaching the grove when she saw it, it seemed that killing her had become a waste.
Natasha's clothes were riddled with holes, and the cold wind kept going inside, but Natasha felt a bit hot in her throat. It was a mouthful of blood, so salty that it made people thirsty.
A German soldier standing on the path seemed to be smoking, with strings of white smoke coming out.
Natasha took a few deep breaths, shook her head, trying to wake up, and then she walked forward slowly.
The German soldier saw Natasha right away, but he didn't panic, because he knew there was no main enemy force nearby. It's just that this person seems to be a little different from the other refugees, and walks slowly towards this side along the middle of the road. But she looked too weak and felt like she was about to fall anytime.
Natasha put her hands under her armpits and held the pistol in her right hand. She remembered the old man's words that she must save a bullet for the poison pistol, otherwise, she might die.
The next moment, Natasha tilted her body and shouted loudly in German: "Please help me! Help me!"
The German soldier was taken aback, then dropped his cigarette and ran towards Natasha.
Natasha softened her knees and fell to her knees in the middle of the road.
"what happened to you?"
The German soldier backed his submachine gun and reached out to help her up.
With a muffled bang, the German soldier's eyes widened, and then he grabbed Natasha's body with both hands, and finally collapsed on Natasha's body feebly. He didn't understand until he died. He spoke German. The girl would actually shoot at herself.
Natasha was stunned for a while, and she began to search through the dead man, trying to find anything that would keep her alive, except for cigarettes, matches and weapons, but she found nothing.
She should have continued to hide quickly, but if she couldn't find anything to eat, Natasha would have no strength left, and she would definitely die sooner or later.
Natasha leaned her head on the corpse. She lit a cigarette with her slightly trembling hand, but she coughed violently after only one sip. Time seemed to be passing by at her fingertips, and Natasha drew one stick after another until she heard a roar: "Who is it! Come out!"
Natasha sat up on the spot, her eyes were dark, and after a few seconds, she saw two black muzzles facing her.
"Who are you!" a German soldier demanded loudly, while another person lifted Natasha from the ground.
I was found, am I going to die like this?
Natasha thought vaguely, yes, she will die sooner or later, but—not now or in this way!
Natasha at this time has probably shown her character in the future, and the most notable point at present is that unparalleled boldness and calmness! ..