Chapter 391 Beria’s Legacy
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The ruddy strawberries were thrown into the cup, the milky white milk jumped, accompanied by a unique aroma, and red and white intertwined together to show a moving color.
Tanya twitched her delicate little nose, and her eyes suddenly lit up.
"Can I eat it?" the elite female sniper who had killed hundreds of people asked expectantly.
Yulia smiled and handed over a spoon.
Now the two live together.
After World War II, Yulia used the privileges of the Ministry of Internal Affairs to transfer female snipers to her side. They were nominally elite guards of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, but in fact they almost never went on missions.
Tanya is already a twenty-five-year-old girl, but she is still innocent and innocent. Apart from filling her stomach, she does not care about much. She even leaves her salary to be managed by Yulia.
On weekdays, it is not so much that Tanya is acting as a guard for Yulia, but that Yulia is taking care of Tanya who is alone.
"Don't go out recently, wait for me at home." Yulia, who was worried, confessed.
"Yeah, I know." Tanya took another big mouthful of strawberries. In her mind, Yulia was the second most trustworthy person, so she just listened to her without asking for a reason.
The strawberries were quickly shared, and the two girls began to enjoy their own time. Yulia took out her own book to read, while Tanya lay in front of the window to simulate a sniper's field of vision, with the grass rabbit next to her assistant. position.
The snow was falling from the sky, but the room seemed warm and peaceful because of the two girls.
"Someone is coming this way." Tanya, who was lying in front of the window, suddenly shouted to her companions.
Yulia looked over and saw nothing but the falling snowflakes outside the window, but she still chose to put on her military uniform and prepare to go out for a look.
After all, the world in Tanya's eyes is different from others.
She put on her clothes and went out, and sure enough, a Geese 110 limousine was parked downstairs. This kind of car is a special car for members of the Presidium of the Central Committee of the Communist Party of the Soviet Union. Yulia already thought of who it was.
Just over 1.7 meters tall, he wears a brown woolen coat, grass green military trousers, and a gray peaked cap on his head to cover his eyes like a bird of prey.
Beria, Vice Chairman of the Council of Ministers and Minister of the Interior, was a man who had a chance to reach the pinnacle of power in the Soviet Union.
Beria did not bring any guards with him. Apart from the driver, he only had one accompanying bodyguard. He put his head down and walked out of the car.
"It seems that I was not wrong about the person. You still maintained the necessary vigilance after leaving the field." The short man looked at Yulia in front of him and said.
"Yes, Mr. Minister." Yulia didn't say much, because she knew that Beria must have something important to explain at this moment.
"I'm going to the south for a few days. Please keep the contents inside and return them to me when we meet next time." Leaving an order of unknown meaning, Beria handed a delicate packaging box to Yulia. Without saying anything more, he turned and left.
Yulia looked at the car going away, then weighed the box in her hand, and seemed to understand something.
When she got home, she unpacked the box and found a large stuffed rabbit.
On June 26, Beria was invited to attend a joint meeting of the Presidium of the Central Committee. When he walked into the Kremlin, he found that the venue of the meeting had been temporarily changed from the auditorium to a side hall.
"Why did the location change? Why didn't you notify us in advance?" Beria scolded unhappily as he looked at the administrator who kept apologizing in front of him.
"Sorry, Comrade Minister, some equipment was found to be loose on the ceiling of the auditorium. There may be safety problems. Technical staff are making urgent repairs." The other party kept apologizing, and sweat oozed from his forehead.
Getting angry with someone in such a low-level position would make him lose his identity. Beria glanced around and walked towards the side hall. The moment the door closed, the spy leader keenly realized that something was wrong.
Malenkov, Khrushchev, Bulganin, Molotov, Mikoyan, and Zhukov were already there, sitting at the top of the ring. He was like a prisoner being interrogated, being looked down on in the middle of the conference hall.
"Beria! You are a speculative careerist who sneaked into the party!" Khrushchev took the lead and started scolding him.
"British spy! Lackey!" Molotov, who had been suppressed, also started to attack.
The other committee members followed suit one after another, and for a while they were in a state of awe.
"What? After Comrade Stalin left, you guys started to come over and pick out the lice on my body?" Beria, who already knew that he had been tricked, did not grovel and beg for mercy, but stared at everyone on the rostrum with sinister eyes. one person.
Beria was careless. He thought that even if he could not win the final victory in the struggle, he would at least have a place in the future government with his strong cards.
But the situation developed in the opposite direction - others chose to join forces and kill him who was the most threatening first.
"What are you talking to him about? Pull this traitor down!" Malenkov shouted, and Zhukov led the guards to control Beria.
"You want to get rid of me?" Beria stared hard at Khrushchev in front of him.
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"This is the fate you deserve as a traitor." The other party raised his chin proudly.
"Don't be too happy! Even if you get rid of me, you won't be able to sit back and relax!"
"You mean your personal armed forces?" Khrushchev smiled contemptuously. "Marshal Zhukov will take care of everything. As long as he takes you down, those people will make the right choice."
"Private armed forces? Hehe, it's not that simple. I have attracted the ghost, and he will be hovering above your heads like dark clouds in the sky." Beria's face showed the hysteria of a terminally ill man, and he spoke in a tone like A cursed wizard in the Middle Ages.
"It's a bluff, drag it away!" Zhukov shouted, and a soldier held Beria down and left the room.
Several leaders looked at each other. Malenkov was the first to speak, "The situation is urgent. In order to prevent Beria's remaining parties from taking action, I think we can try it immediately and deal with it as soon as possible."
Khrushchev nodded to Zhukov, and then the deputy defense minister pressed his pistol and walked out of the room.
There was a faint sound of gunfire coming from the basement...
"Okay, comrades, now we are going to mobilize our forces to eliminate the influence of the traitor Beria from all aspects across the country."
"The party members must be eliminated as soon as possible, and the things he left behind must be thoroughly investigated to prevent them from being obtained by saboteurs!" Khrushchev said to other people in the conference room in the tone of a superior.
Under the Arctic Ocean, He Chi was pointing at KITT in front of him. "I can't trust you anymore this time. Come out with me!"
KITT raised his forelimbs high in the air in celebration.
"Don't be too happy. In order to prevent you from running around this time, I have to find a place for you to stay well." After He Chi said that, he looked around and finally locked on the table that Jima brought from the UK. Stuffed toy rabbit.
"KITT, get in!"
(End of chapter)