Big Time 1958 Chapter 28

"Director, are you still looking at the drawings? Do you want to take a break!" Lukani twisted the water snake's waist and walked to Serov's side step by step. The coffee that was gently prepared was placed on the table, and the map of Greater Berlin next to it was displayed by Serov. There are many nodes marked, and on this one-to-five thousand map, these nodes seem to have been octopus firmly shrouding West Berlin.

"Lukani, what are the basic needs of a person?" Serov, who had been facing the map for a long time, asked Lukani in his arms, closing his eyes and smelling the fragrance, "Or what would a person feel when he lacks something? fear?"

"Basic needs? Of course, food, clothing, housing and transportation? As for what people are afraid of? It seems to be lonely, right?" Lucani said with ease like a kitten, and said with great enjoyment, "But sometimes people also need their own private space, at any time. Being in control is just as terrifying, and that's probably why people hate being monitored..."

Her body with her eyes closed suddenly shuddered, she opened her eyes and flashed a look she had never seen before, this reaction was naturally felt by Lukani in her arms, and anxiously explained, "Director, I have never been interested in our work. Doubt..."

"There shouldn't be any doubts!" ​​Shelov said to Lukani and himself, drinking the coffee prepared on the table in one gulp, hammering the somewhat stiff neck twice, "You are right, Humans are contradictory animals, and they are afraid of loneliness from the bottom of their hearts, and at the same time want to keep some private space! Afraid of being known about everything about themselves, I think I already know what to do..."

The ideal target template is Gaza in the Middle East. Gaza, surrounded by Israeli troops from all sides, can be regarded as a desperate place. With the land around Gaza and the local population density, unless the people there eat sand, only starve this way. In fact, the Gazans did not starve to death. Their tragic situation has aroused the sympathy of the whole world. There are people in this world, and there is no shortage of benevolent people who are afraid that those people will starve to death.

"A mere wall can't do much! Since the United States, Britain and France must keep West Berlin disgusting to the Soviet Union, then I can only expand the Kazan prison twenty times and trap 1.2 million people in West Berlin!" After finishing the last nail, Serov, who was talking to himself, has decided to let the people of West Berlin experience the feeling of a refugee camp.

Early the next morning, Serov went to visit General Matvey Vasilievich Zakharov. General Zakharov was the commander of the Soviet Western Group. He was in command of the most elite and fully-staffed Western Group in the Soviet Union. The Western Group It was the Soviet Union's largest and best-equipped unit among the four major clusters in Eastern Europe. The mission was to carry out the first round of assault on Western Europe at the first moment of the war, and played a pivotal role in the deployment of the Soviet Red Army in Europe.

   After chatting with General Zakharov, Serov started his own trip to West Berlin, and this trip is also planned.

   Now that the Berlin Wall has not been built, even ordinary people can avoid patrols and enter West Berlin. For Serov, who was sent by the KGB to sit in Berlin, this is even more of a problem. After passing the symbolic inspection, Serov, who was wearing a lieutenant general's uniform, entered West Berlin with two glamorous secretaries. There is no way to count the people who came here, and those who sneaked over.

"This inspection procedure is comparable to the Maginot Line of Defense!" Serov's mouth was full of ridicule. In fact, in comparison, the GDR still has inspections, and the Three Kingdoms occupied area is even more vulnerable, applying the basketball of later generations. Terminology, it's all about eye defense.

   "Transfer the secret police corps, can you occupy West Berlin?" Serov mocked without hesitation.

   "It doesn't seem to be possible, the Secret Police Corps has no heavy weapons!" Isamotny took Serov's hand and agreed, this was not a compliment, but a fair and above-mentioned mockery. You must know that the Secret Police Corps is not even an internal affairs unit, and if you classify it carefully, it is only a type of internal affairs police.

   A dozen meters away from Serov, a British soldier and an American soldier were keeping their eyes guarded. I was also quite surprised by the presence of the Soviets here, and the Soviet soldier was obviously a senior officer, and even the two women next to him had higher rank than the two of them, which was a rather unbalanced scene.

"Hey, I heard that the female soldiers of the Soviet Union have to sleep with their officers. It's not incomprehensible that they rise so fast!" The American soldier is obviously more open-minded than the old-fashioned British soldier. I have to say that his guess is really special. Exactly, at least that's not wrong with Issemottne and Lucani.

The voices of the two people are not small enough for Shelov to hear. Usually, this situation should be a face-slapping process of a Mars hitting the earth, at least the signs before the start, but Shelov is unwilling to focus on this useless energy. It's not that he is afraid of things, it's just that there are more important things to do now than bullying such a small character.

"Hey, Yankee, that street in West Berlin is more prosperous?" Isamotney came over and asked with a condescending attitude. This attitude is definitely not respectful. How could it make the aloof American soldiers happy? What, "Hey, polar bear, this is West Berlin, not what your country wants to do..."

Ha ha! It was only at this time that Issey Motney looked directly at this American soldier. In his twenties, he was neither handsome nor ugly, just an ordinary person. It doesn't look like it's too good to mix in the army, otherwise would you stand guard here? It is estimated that he is a guy waiting to retire, so he turned his head and pointed at Sheloff and said, "He is a soldier, you are also a soldier, and your age difference is not too far, why is my boss already a lieutenant general, you even Not even a lieutenant. Yankee, now that my boss and I are hanging out in West Berlin, you just stay here on guard!"

"No matter how high the military rank is, it's just a dictatorship, a tool of repression without a sense of justice, what can I say!" The American soldier stood on the moral high ground and looked down at the Soviet female agent in front of him. He could only look for a trace here. comfort.

This debate has attracted the attention of many people around, including the people of East and West Berlin. Serov can't be regarded as nothing. He doesn't like the feeling of being watched, so he can only come forward and walk to the side of the American soldier. , "According to the agreement between the Soviet Union and the United States, Britain and France, as well as basic military communication etiquette, I entered West Berlin through regular channels. As an American soldier, you salute like me, then this sergeant, please start..."

   Shelov used a Soviet accent of English to ask this American soldier to salute himself, no doubt pressing the other side with his military rank, but this method was very useful, no matter how reluctant the two were, he still salutes Shelov in public. Serov stood up straight and accepted the military salute.

  【I wish everyone good health and smooth work in the upcoming 2016! 】

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