Chapter 395 The Fall of Moscow (2)
The man was leaning on the hospital bed, his face pale, and his voice sounded like it was coming from a broken bellows burning a fire.
"They, there are seven or eight of them, they have guns, and some rockets and explosives."
"The leader was an Asian man, and the other one I knew was Beria's assistant Yulia, cough cough cough~~ They also tortured me..."
Having said this, Khrushchev, who was standing aside, looked at his assistant, who nodded, "Yes, the torture location is on the lower body. It is a very standard method of the Ministry of Internal Affairs."
"Phew~ They drove out an armored vehicle from a hidden stronghold. I heard these people were planning to attack Moscow with nuclear weapons..."
"Then the Asian man saw me and shot me twice in the chest. I felt someone dragging me outward. When I woke up, I was already at the beach."
"Cough cough cough cough..."
A violent cough interrupted the man's words again.
"Who is the traitor you are talking about? Beria's assistant Yulia?" Khrushchev asked.
"No, it's not her. That woman is just a front-end character. Listening to their words, it seems that there are high-level figures involved in the attack, but they didn't mention the specific name. They always used "First Comrade" instead. ”
"First comrade?" Khrushchev frowned. Among those who had the opportunity to compete with him, each person was in charge of a different position. For example, Malenkov was the nominal first secretary of the Central Committee, and Molotov was the top leader of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. The number one in the Ministry of Defense is Bulganin.
They can almost all be called the first comrades in their respective fields.
Khrushchev had a terrible hypothesis:
If Moscow is attacked by nuclear weapons, most of the Kremlin's top brass will be involved. When the entire Soviet Union falls into turmoil, the top brass will enter a power vacuum. At this time, if someone with "qualifications" steps forward, he will be One hundred percent were pushed to the highest throne by already panicked officials at all levels.
What a ruthless intention, using such desperate tactics in order to climb up!
Could it be someone around him?
Seeing the secretary begin to ponder, Kruglov thought he was worried about the safety of Moscow, so he said from the side.
"Comrade Khrushchev, we still have a chance. The other party does not know that their plan has been leaked. We can find this nuclear bomb and stop them."
"Oh?" Khrushchev looked at the new intelligence chief, "Do you have a way to dig them out?"
"Yes!" Kruglov nodded affirmatively, knowing that it was his turn to show his worth.
The new spy chief cleared the desktop and placed an egg on it. "If the other party really has a nuclear weapon, it will be a big thing of more than two tons. At the same time, for the sake of confidentiality and transportation, the range of optional storage is actually not that big." Enough.”
"At least near Moscow, it is entirely possible for us to uncover all suspected locations. If combined with some clues provided by survivors, this time will be further shortened."
Having said this, Kruglov took a deep breath and said, "Comrade Khrushchev, please believe in the capabilities of the Ministry of Internal Affairs!"
Silence, after three minutes of silence in the room, Khrushchev put his hand on Kruglov's shoulder
"Comrade Kruglov, then I will hand over this arduous responsibility to you. The whole of Moscow... No! The survival of the entire Soviet Union depends on you."
"Go! The people are watching you!" Khrushchev added strength to his hands, as if there was a huge burden on them.
"Then I'll make arrangements right away!" The new interior minister saluted and prepared to leave.
"Please wait a moment, Comrade Kruglov!" Khrushchev stopped the other party. "This matter is of great importance. I hope you can maintain absolute confidentiality during the investigation."
"Of course, Comrade Secretary, this is necessary."
"No, you haven't fully understood, Comrade Kruglov." Khrushchev shook his head. "I mean, the enemy doesn't know where he is hiding now. Therefore, even several comrades in the Central Committee are not aware of the investigation." Don’t tell them yet, do you understand?”
Khrushchev stared at the other person's eyes and said the last few words almost word by word.
Kruglov thought for a moment, then nodded slowly, "Yes, I understand."
In early July 1953, less than half a month after Beria was secretly executed, the newly reorganized Ministry of Internal Affairs became restless again. Hundreds of senior agents in Moscow alone became very active. At the same time, there were nearly A thousand-person low-level field service was urgently transferred to the capital. There was no way such a big move could go completely unnoticed.
Almost a dozen top figures in the Kremlin smelled something unusual, but the strange thing is that even if Malenkov asked in person, the answer given by the Ministry of Internal Affairs was still "normal personnel transfer, no major action requirements." Do.”
The smell of conspiracy began to spread in Moscow.
The competition for the top spot is still going on. They just killed a strong opponent half a month ago. Who can guarantee whether this time will be the hot spot for another purge?
No one knew that the entire Kremlin was in turmoil, and every senior executive was wondering whether they were going to attack him.
And the instigator, Khrushchev, felt more or less regretful at this time. He seemed to have pushed everyone against him because of a random incident.
In this atmosphere, the phone on Khrushchev's desk rang.
"Comrade Khrushchev! Found it! We found the nuclear bomb!" Kruglov's voice, deliberately suppressing excitement, came over the phone.
"What?! I really found it!"
Thirty kilometers outside of Moscow, there is an abandoned tractor factory with scorched marks on the ground and bullet holes scattered irregularly on the surrounding walls.
The bodies on the ground had been dragged away, and there were still blood stains around them that had not been cleaned up in time.
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"When we found them, the people here were preparing to move things, and when they rushed to the door, someone opened fire. The man guarding here was shot dead, and the news has not spread yet." Kruglov personally introduced at the front .
"Did you find the thing?" Khrushchev went straight to the point.
"Found it, here it is!" Kruglov waved his hand, and an agent opened a large iron door.
A round guy appeared quietly in front of everyone.
Khrushchev subconsciously took a step back.
"Experts have verified that this is a tactical-grade nuclear weapon with a yield slightly lower than that of the Kokura nuclear explosion. If detonated, it will probably instantly level five kilometers of the surrounding area, and the radiation range can reach 30 kilometers." Kruger Love introduced in a low voice beside him.
Khrushchev's face looked ugly - it turned out that he was not just trying to make excuses, but that someone really wanted to wipe out the entire senior management, including him.
Who could it be?
Malenkov? Molotov? Or someone other than Bulganin?
No matter who it is, he must organize a counterattack as soon as possible, and he must use the most violent means!
"Comrade Kruglov, are you sure no one knows the news here?" Khrushchev turned around and asked in the most serious tone.
"Yes, I'm sure the news didn't get out."
"Very well, take your people and come back to Moscow with me immediately!"
When Khrushchev entered the Kremlin again, Foreign Trade Minister and Vice Chairman of the Council of Ministers Mikoyan was preparing to leave with his guards.
"Comrade Mikoyan, where are you going?" Khrushchev asked seemingly casually.
"Kiev, I'm going to Kiev to investigate the grain trade. I'll be away for about a week." Mikoyan, who has always had no ambitions, said casually.
Khrushchev's eyes suddenly glanced over like a vulture.
(End of chapter)