Chapter 286 Conspiracy

But just when Kamalov, who had smoked half a pack of cigarettes in less than half an hour to kill time, was thinking about whether to urge his men to speed up the progress, the cigarette flashed in front of his eyes like a white snowdrop. The beautiful figure passing by instantly stunned Kamalov, who was originally in a distracted state.

"Damn! How can there be such a beautiful girl in this village!? Did I drink too much last night and am a little dazzled now?"

For a long time, people all over the world have believed that love at first sight is a term used to describe the emotional relationship between men and women. It is like falling in love with something that only appears in legends and suddenly appears in front of you, so close and within reach. "Imagine" "To get her" this desperate male possessiveness filled Kamalov's mind and could not get rid of it.

Looking at the girl who looked like a budding snowdrop with short blond hair floating in the breeze, Kamalov seemed to be possessed by a man. He had already forgotten what he was going to do next. Those pair of The light blue and deep ruby-colored eyes set on the flawless cheeks seemed to be enough to pull Kamarov's soul out of his body without even using the peripheral vision, and were full of indescribable powerful charm.

"Hoo ho ho"

Kamalov, who was muttering soft words and gasping for breath, had never felt such a heartbeat in his nearly thirty years of life. "As long as I can get this woman, I will do whatever it takes to get it, it's worth it!" The thoughts rushing to his head forcibly dominated Kamalov's will, driving his almost uncontrollable mouth to blurt out to the deputy beside him.

"Remember this girl with light blonde buns and short hair. I want all the information about her name and the specific house she lives in! Also, don't disturb her now. Check it out for me immediately when you get back. I want to get all the information as soon as possible! "

Kamalov, who had been dominated by uncontrollable emotions and filled his brain, could only think about that touching figure. As soon as he returned to his office, Kamalov immediately started rummaging around as if possessed. With all the files, Kamalov didn't know the girl's specific life background, but he still didn't dare to take action immediately and acted rashly.

"Yes, it should be this one, Ivanka Village. Yes, it's her, Natalia! Ah, this name is as fascinating as her face. The next words, what? Actually Is she the daughter of a white bandit noble? This is incredible!"

Kamalov, who found all the specific information about Natalia from the archive documents, immediately showed a look of shock on his face.

In the past, I have only heard of hearsay stories about some descendants of the previous generation of white bandit nobles who were given up for adoption because they were too young at the time and survived by luck, but this kind of thing is actually better than winning five million in the lottery. It was the first time that Kamalov had encountered something much rarer.

After a brief shock, Kamalov soon began to calm down and think calmly, and then he felt that this was not a bad thing. The orphan descendants left by the white bandit aristocrats were simply worse than the background of this era when the socialist Soviets were in power. Ordinary civilians are worse than humble.

A girl like this who is a key surveillance target is simply a natural advantage for the privileged Kamalov. Kamalov, who has already figured out all the details of Natalia, can just go there in person and find any excuse. After a little interrogation, if it really didn't work, she would throw in a few harsh words and threaten her. With such a set of hard and soft tactics, how could it be that the descendants of the white bandits and nobles would disobey her?

The more he thought about it, the more excited he became. Kamalov was about to stuff the file back into the bookcase and set out to hunt for women immediately. However, he accidentally scanned the bottom line of the file information and instantly stopped his excitement. Double friendly eyes.

"Huh? She actually has a fiancé who is a Red Army tank soldier? He serves in the 20th Tank Division of the 9th Mechanized Corps of the 5th Group Army under the Southwest Front. Damn it! This is the file registered by that idiot? Why didn't the specific name of her fiancé be written down? name!?"

The daughter of a white bandit aristocrat has a fiancé who is a Red Army tank soldier. This unexpected and strange combination of lovers suddenly makes things that were already a sure thing become more difficult.

There are no regulations in the entire Soviet Union that expressly prohibit the descendants of the White Bandit nobles from marrying the great Red Army soldiers. At best, it just depends on the Red Army soldiers themselves whether they are willing to accept such a lover with a bad background. If you are really a bastard, you will see If two people are in love with each other, they can get married.

After all, the descendants of the White Bandit aristocrats are now just ordinary people who grew up as children after being adopted by ordinary Soviet people's families. After years of socialist teachings, they have already become essentially different from the original White Bandit aristocrats. , it is not an exaggeration to say that he is a member of the broad masses of the Soviet Union. If he is really desperate to snatch it over, it is likely to cause some unnecessary trouble.

Kamalov, who carefully considered all possibilities, was still an extremely shrewd Major of the Ministry of Internal Affairs. Things that were too risky were never Kamalov's style. It was Makarov who knew himself and his enemy and figured out the details before taking action. The undefeated path that has been fought all the way to this day.

After paying attention, Kamalov immediately mobilized his connections and tried to secretly find out the name of Natalia's fiancé, what military rank he had, and most importantly, whether he was still alive.

But Kamarov, who dared not openly declare his guilt for an ordinary rural girl, spent half a month secretly investigating, but still could not find out who Natalia's fiancé was from the millions of Soviet Red Army troops that had been in disarray on the front line.

Kamarov, who had been holding back for more than half a month with a grievance in his heart, finally could not bear it anymore after being severely criticized by his superiors this morning. He immediately drove out of the city with his most trusted lackey in the name of going out for inspection, intending to completely capture the beautiful figure that had been lingering in his mind for half a month.

"Even if he's not dead, at best he's just an ordinary tank soldier like a second lieutenant or a first lieutenant. If things really get out of hand, I'll be prepared to suppress the matter. In the worst case, it won't be difficult to arrange two "German spies" to deal with him. All I have to do in the report I submit is to "tell the truth". Humph, I really wasted half a month of my time!"