Chapter 392 Escape
About 140 kilometers northwest of Moscow is the small town of Klin.
It had just rained, and the roads in the countryside were soaked in soft yellow mud. The smell of livestock manure from all around continued to penetrate into my nose.
The editorial just published by "Pravda" was playing on the loudspeaker
“A few days ago, after hearing Malenkov’s statement on behalf of the Presidium of the Central Committee about Beria’s anti-party and anti-state crimes in destroying the Soviet state in the interests of foreign capital and trying to put the Ministry of Internal Affairs of the USSR above the Soviet government and party After the report... the Central Committee decided to remove Beria from the Central Committee and expel him as an enemy of the people..."
"We must resolutely crack down on those traitorous conspiracy groups who betray the motherland, work for foreign capitalists, and gather hatred for the Soviet state..."
It's really ironic. Grass has probably begun to grow on Beria's grave, and the criticism and characterization of him have only just been completed.
Yulia pushed open the door of a suburban farm and looked around cautiously.
Wearing a white square scarf on her head, she wrapped her long and beautiful hair, and her fat cotton coat covered her originally slender figure. The flat work shoes that workers often wore were now stained with mud marks. At this time, She is like a country peasant woman.
The girl quietly approached a wooden door, raised her right hand and knocked lightly a few times.
"Who is it! This is a farm only and is not open to outsiders!" the person inside said angrily.
"I came from Moscow and brought some wine for old Sergei from Moscow." Yulia whispered to the crack in the door, and gestured to the glass bottle she brought with her.
"Old Sergey has no relatives in Moscow!" "Not relatives, but students."
"What kind of wine? French? Or Japanese?" "No, it's from China."
After asking and answering questions, the wooden door in front of him was opened and someone walked out.
The man was wearing the clothes of a farm worker, but his back was straight, and his every move showed a military air.
"Director, what are your orders?" The man bowed and answered.
"Morishchenko, are you ready with what I want?" Yulia asked directly.
"Here are the things. Take a look." The man handed over a box, which contained various supplies for survival in the wild. Several documents were pressed at the bottom of the box, and a little money was also put in it.
"Where's Robrov? Didn't he arrive first?" Yulia asked while checking the box.
"He went to town to do some shopping, and he wanted to find out the latest news." The man opened a fence as he spoke, "Director, please come this way, the car is parked behind."
What answered him was a loaded pistol.
"Don't move!" The former female intelligence officer tightened her grip on the firearm and pointed it at the man's back.
"Director, what are you doing? It's really hard for me here..." The other party seemed to be trying to defend.
"You lied! Robrov died last week!" Yulia pointed out.
"You know? Then there is nothing we can do." The smile on the man's face faded, and several other people emerged from the ambush around him. They were holding weapons, and their guns were pointed at the female intelligence officer.
"Sometimes being too smart is not a good thing. The big guys in Moscow have a lot of things to ask you. Please tell us to try not to use violence." The man turned around, looking like he had the overall situation in hand.
"Why betray your comrades?"
"It's nothing, Beria collapsed, we have to live." The man said nonchalantly.
"Bite your former comrades to prove your loyalty to your new master?" Yulia's eyes were full of sarcasm.
"It doesn't matter. I advise you to put down the gun. You are not a combatant. We don't want to hurt you. Or do you think you can shoot faster than four people's bullets at the same time?" The man threatened lightly.
"Okay, I surrender." Without too much entanglement or resistance, Yulia just thought for a moment and raised her hands holding the things. Bang~ The pistol fell to the ground, and the next second, the hand holding the bottle was released again.
Boom! ! ! !
The sound of the bottle falling to the ground and the sound of gunshots sounded almost at the same time! A blood flower burst out from the eyebrows of the person at the back.
Boom! ! Boom! !
These agents didn't even have time to move their fingers, and the flying bullets hit the vital parts of the few remaining people.
Three shots, three bodies fell to the ground.
Among the four people, only the man at the front was left. Faced with the incredible changes on the field, he raised his hands high.
One hundred and twenty meters away, Tanya took out a few peanuts from the bag beside her and threw them into her mouth.
As a foodie who lives at home, she may be ignorant in daily life, but as a warrior, the female sniper is invincible at this distance.
Yulia picked up the pistol and pointed it at the only man standing in the field again. "You'd better cooperate, or do you think your shooting skills are more accurate than mine?"
The corpse on the ground had proved that her words were not false threats.
Two hours later, in a cave in the jungle.
Please...you...collect 6...9...books...!
Yulia spread the blanket on the ground and poured out the contents of the box. There were some compressed food and tin cans in it.
Tanya on the side controlled the captive who had his hands and feet tied, and threw him in a corner of the cave.
"I didn't expect you to be so strong." Yulia said looking at her bodyguard.
"When I was a kid, I helped my grandpa drag the wild boar." Tanya said nonchalantly, then picked up a piece of compressed biscuit and started chewing it again.
Dragging the wild boar... Yulia looked at the captive on the ground and found that his clothes were torn in several places and there were bruises on his face. It turned out that Tanya had dragged him all the way back.
Yulia picked up a biscuit and handed it to the prisoner. The prisoner looked at it and swallowed it whole.
"Morishchenko, I hope the problem can be solved peacefully. Let's start with the simplest one. How many of you will come this time." The female intelligence officer began her interrogation.
The man was quite cooperative at this time. He sighed and said, "There are four, and now I am the only one left."
"Not bad, a good start. Can you tell me the contact codes with other stations, the code book, and the surrounding staffing? Oh, by the way, there are also specific orders from superiors." Yulia continued to ask.
The man was silent for a moment, and finally shook his head, "I can't say, I still have family in Moscow. If I say it, it will be over."
The female intelligence officer looked into the other person's eyes, and after confirming that the prisoner was not going to cooperate, she said to the girl on the side, "Tanya, go out and look out to see if anyone is coming."
"Well, okay." Tanya patted the grass clippings on her body, turned around and walked out of the cave briskly.
Yulia glanced at the man's lower body, picked up a can next to her, pried off a piece of irregular iron sheet with a knife, and then held it between her fingers.
She took a deep breath and stared into the other person's eyes and said, "My score in the torture department is only average, and I can't control the force very accurately. If you can't hold on anymore, tell me earlier."
The woman began to exert slight force on her hands.
ah! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
The man's pitiful cry rang out in the cave, frightening away a group of sparrows on the branches.
(End of chapter)