Chapter 328 Reality is always so magical and funny!
East Germany!
No, there is no such concept now. Since the Berlin Wall was pushed down, reunification has been achieved, which is also considered to be the decline of Soviet influence in a certain sense.
But in the eyes of civilians in both East and West Germany, the other side was a heretic.
It will take some time for the two extreme cultures to merge...
At this time, the walls of the "Soviet-German Friendship" house in Dresden were covered with dirt. When you wake up every morning, you can even see feces stuck to it.
If you know the history of intelligence, you know that this is the East German station of the KGB. It used to influence the whole of Europe, but now...
Bah...
Miha Il Sergeyevich Godot lit a cigarette for himself and smelled the cheap smell. He looked tired, with scarlet eyes and unshaven beard, and looked at the staff in front of him, " Don't be anxious, I will definitely give you this month's salary..."
"How can I not be anxious, my child needs milk powder, my eldest son needs to study, I am the only one working in the whole family, I have to make money , I can’t let them starve to death, Director!”
A thin-eyed man said excitedly, "This is already the third month. We haven't received salary from the country for three months. We might as well defect to Germany!"
As soon as these words came out.
Mikhail Sergeyevich Gordo raised his head and frowned, "Nikita, you have to understand what you are talking about, do you want to betray the KGB!"
The man opposite actually regretted it after he said it. Is it okay to say this?
The colleague next to him pulled his shoulder hard to signal him to stop talking nonsense. The other person hurriedly explained to Gordo, "Director, Nikita is just too anxious."
Taking a deep breath, Mikhail Sergeyevich Godot opened the drawer and took out an envelope from it. It was a little stuffed and he put it on the table and handed it over, "You guys can take it here and share it first." , I will supervise it at home, don’t worry, I won’t let you have nothing to eat.”
Several staff members looked at each other, and finally took it and nodded towards him. , pushing Nikita away who still wanted to speak.
“Hey~”
Mikhail Sergeyevich Godot sighed. Of course he knew what the situation was in the country, and even said bluntly, maybe... then The bastard has long forgotten about himself and others!
Who cares about the news coming back from Europe?
They only care about how much they can get from the oligarchs and how much those businessmen can swallow up state-owned enterprises.
After finishing the cheap cigarette in his mouth, Mikhail Sergeyevich Godot got up and put on his clothes, took out a box from the drawer, and wiped the national emblem on it. He stuffed it into his pocket and walked out of the office.
Driving his classic car, he came to a pawn shop with ease. It was driven by an Armenian, and of course at this time, he was still called a Soviet.
Hearing the movement at the door, the boss who was busy inside raised his head. When he saw Mikhail Sergeyevich Godot, he looked helpless, "Man, I don't have much money. I lent it to you.”
The KGB director looked a little embarrassed for a moment.
He shook his head and took out the box from his pocket, "Chernenko, I want to be a gift to you. Let's see how much it costs."
The other party nodded, stretched out his hand to take it, and saw the top I was startled when I saw the national emblem. After opening it, I saw a medal lying quietly.
"This is the Gold Medal of the Hero of the Soviet Union. My father received it in the Battle of the Dnieper. I want... to pawn him."
Chernenko Che, the owner of the pawn shop Looking at his old buddy, he actually knew the two very well and had served in the army at the same time. But later, one chose to retire and the other chose to continue.
“How much do you want to be?”
"30,000 US dollars!"
Chernenko raised his eyelids and looked up at each other. The two looked at each other in the air. He saw something in the eyes of this man nicknamed "tough guy" of flinching?
"Twenty thousand... is okay."
Chernenko sighed in his heart. The pleading eyes of his comrades made him feel very uncomfortable. The once high-spirited young man, now...
He polished off the medal of Hero of the Soviet Union, "Just 30,000 US dollars."
Mikhail Sergeyevich Godot's face lit up and he opened his mouth, "Thank you."
These two words are so bitter.
Chernenko took out the U.S. dollars from the safe, stuffed them into a bag, and handed them to the other party.
"What do you want so much money for? Can you tell me?" he asked suddenly.
Mikhail Sergeyevich Godot smiled and said, "The unit has not paid wages. I will give one to the staff."
This confused Chernenko.
Isn’t the payment of wages a matter of state?
Who are you?
You also allocate wages? !
He was a little lost in thought and looked at his comrades, "Is it necessary?"
Mikhail Sergeyevich Godot was silent for a moment, "My mission is not over yet, and my country has not called me back yet."
This...
< br>"Thank you!" The KGB director took the money and paused when he walked to the door. "Please treat it kindly."
After that, he left.
Chernenko looked at the gold medal in his hand with a complicated expression, "Your country doesn't love you, Gordo."
Then I saw it was thrown away very casually, really casually, this was 30,000 US dollars!
The medal fell into an iron box and became rusty, and the sunlight stopped abruptly.
And around the Medal of Heroes of the Soviet Union...
There are all kinds of medals.
The Patriotic War Medal, the Suvorov Medal, the Kutuzov Medal, the Victory Medal... everything you need to know can be found in this iron box.
But now...
They are all like broken metal, lying here in silence, quietly waiting for the rolling torrent to advance.
At this moment, the lucky cat at the door suddenly barked again. Chernenko raised his head and saw two... Latin American-looking people walking in.
"Hello, sir, how can I help you?"
"Are those medals for sale?" one of them pointed at the iron box and asked.
Chernenko raised his eyebrows but did not speak.
The other person took out the box in his hand, and when he opened it, there were stacks of U.S. dollars.
At least hundreds of thousands of dollars.
But Chernenko frowned instead, always feeling that the other party had bad intentions.
"Sir, our company pays attention to fairness and justice when doing things. Either take money or get bullets." The other party said and took out a gun and pointed it at him.
"Don't... don't shoot!" Chernenko quickly raised his hand and readily agreed to give them all the medals.
"Thank you, this is your payment, goodbye."
The two men left directly without any hesitation.
Looking at the box of money, Chernenko’s face tightened.
This head Mikhail Sergeyevich Gordo returned to the office of the "Soviet-German Friendship House". As soon as he opened the door, he saw a man sitting inside!
Wearing a suit, reading with a magazine in his hand, he heard a voice, turned his head, and stood up with a smile, "Good afternoon, Mr. Gordo."
"Who are you! Why are you here! ! !”
Gordo’s expression suddenly changed, and he took out his gun and pointed it at him.
This is my own office. Not to mention that there are many secret documents in it, it is also a confidential place.
“My name is Augustin Przeuch, maybe you have heard of my name.”
The name flashed in Gordo's head and his eyes widened suddenly, "Mexican Northern Army!"
"It seems that I also have a little reputation." Augustin Przeucci smiled, "I There is no malice, our views and camps are the same, kill the Americans, right? "Isn't this called a bit of a bad name?
Augustin Przeuci is now considered the soul of the Northern Army’s intelligence department. He has led many major events, especially the domestic intelligence agencies in Europe and the United States, and the CIA is dead inside. Many people were killed, even the director of North American affairs was killed. It is said that someone on the black market offered a reward of 20 million US dollars for him. An anonymous person, but if you think about it, you can know who did it.
“How did you get in!”
"As long as we want to go, there is no place we can't go."
This made Gordo laugh, "Then why don't you go to the White House and come to me?!"
" How do you know there are no people from us in the White House?" Augustin Przeuch smiled.
Mikhail Sergeyevich Godot was immediately silenced.
“I know that your KGB office in East Germany has encountered some troubles. The general cannot bear to see the bravest soldiers lose their dreams because of real problems. He is willing to help you. We can sponsor you, including salary. And the benefits will be the best in the world”
Gordo doesn't believe in pie-in-the-sky things. A Mexican warlord comes and says to you, "I'll give you money. Is this a waste of time?"
“Don’t worry, we just hope to have more real comrades in the fight against hegemony. Of course, you can also think of this as an outsourcing mechanism. We hope to use the power of the KGB to find out our valuable intelligence. .”
Outsourcing? !
Can this operation still be possible?
Regarding the KGB East German office as an intelligence broker?
"Your salary is the same as ours, 13 a year. In addition, you can have 1 million rubles per month to spend at will. What do you think?" Augustin Przeuch directly quoted the price. .
One million rubles is equivalent to 900,000 at this time!
But now it is depreciating every day, and by the end of the year, it may not be certain.
Mikhail Sergeyevich Godot looked at the other party with a sullen face and said nothing. At this moment, he suddenly heard footsteps behind him and turned his head. He saw a dozen staff members approaching, and everyone looked at him.
"Director, promise him."
Gordo's heart suddenly went cold.
He looked at Augustin Przeucci and gritted his teeth, "You Mexicans really have great powers."
"It's not us who have great powers, it's money and power. It’s life.”
Of course Augustin Przeucci couldn’t just come to the door, bribe everyone around him, and then force him to go to the palace, if he didn’t follow...
Godot himself understood it. , I’m afraid it’s impossible to get out alive.
The KGB and the KGB have always been said to be very powerful, but in the past few years, their quality has long changed. In other words, their faith has collapsed.
“I sent 300,000 rubles to your family...” Augustin Przeuch asked Mikhail Sergeyevich Godona to carry it with just one sentence. Bent.
He raised his head and looked at his subordinates, and nodded slightly bitterly.
"Don't feel bad, at least we are all fighting against the United States, right? By the way, there is another gift for you."
Augustine Przeuch took out a box and opened it from The Hero of the Soviet Union medal was taken out, and Gordo's expression was wonderful.
The former walked over, put the medal on him in the other's eyes, patted his shoulder, and said with a smile, "Our leader once said that honor is the life of a soldier. When honor is worthless, society and the sorrow of the nation, we cannot let the people fighting on the front line bleed and shed tears. Don’t worry, from now on, we will be Davarisi!”
This sentence almost made Godot, who was under pressure, cry. come out.
He is 40 years old this year. He has witnessed the rise and power of the Soviet Union, its decline, and may even have seen his death. This man has been burdened with too much.
“Davalish.”
Mikhail Sergeyevich Godot said this word softly. How long has it been since he heard it?
"The money will arrive soon. However, it is said that the KGB is one of the four major intelligence agencies. I would like to see it. Is it okay?"
Augustin Przeuch handed over a piece of paper and said, "According to the The names were called, and I hope I can hear the news of their deaths."
Gordo looked at them curiously, and his pupils suddenly shrank.
……
On the waters of Mexico.
The USS Arleigh Burke destroyer is underway.
This Burke-class destroyer of the same name, produced by the Bath Iron Works, was launched less than two years ago. It had been undergoing training at sea and was not even taken to play in the Gulf War.
This time when the Mexican waters are to be blocked, the military wants to let him come out first, little darlings!
Let everyone see the power of the U.S. Navy!
It is indeed awesome, 1×MK-45 five-inch 54-caliber naval gun plus 12×eight-mounted MK-41 vertical launch system, which can load standard SM-2 anti-aircraft missiles and Tomahawk cruise Missiles, vertical launch rocket-assisted torpedoes, etc.
2 sorties of "Seahawk" anti-submarine helicopters.
Strength in both near and far combat.
It is simply a moving muzzle.
Who is not scared after watching this?
Captain Sigal Barros thought so too. He issued an order for the warship to move closer to the specified sea area by 60 nautical miles!
The adjutant panicked on the spot, "Sir, the Mexicans can see us at the dock."
"Just let them see it, don't let them see it, how can they feel fear and fear? The army gang The idiot has lost face, and we have to do it!”
The U.S. military budget itself is limited, and everyone in the navy, army and air force is unhappy with the other, just like the Japanese Red Deer during World War II.
Satsuma Domain and Choshu Domain dislike each other.
“Yes!” the deputy captain responded.
Sigur Barros yawned. He suddenly felt a little sleepy. He even said that he was addicted to it. He asked the other party to take care of it first. He returned to the room and took out a bag of White powder, start smoking.
Don't be surprised...
Basic.
Isn’t it just taking drugs...
The United States is the largest user of drugs!
Even the President of the United States is rumored to have taken drugs.
If the current public opinion is not "open" enough, Mexican drug dealers would plan to advertise at the Super Bowl. However, this wish may be realized soon.
After one bite, I felt like I was dying...
After two bites, my face twitched!
After three mouthfuls, my heart suddenly hurts!
Sigur Barros suddenly felt a little out of breath. He gasped for breath and stared, panic began to appear in his eyes. He reached out to open the door, but his feet weakened and he fell to the ground twitching.
The whole person...
Cuddled up like a shrimp, and then trembled!
After a while, my eyes were red and swollen, and I started foaming at the mouth.
Two or three minutes later, there was no movement.
At this moment, an alarm sounded inside the warship, and the door was slammed hard. "Sir, sir, the radar has detected a huge number of aircraft!!"
No one inside responded at all.
People outside were anxious, "Captain, Captain..."
After shouting twice, they really panicked.
There is a war and your commander is gone, so many orders cannot be issued.
"Hurry and find the spare key!"
When they opened the door, they saw Sigel Barros lying on the ground with his eyes wide open, and his scalp went numb.
What the hell? !
"Missiles! Missile attack!! Air defense!!!"
A panicked roar rang out from the horns inside the warship.
A gust of wind came from nowhere, and the white powder on the table was blown away.
It also blew away the confidence of everyone present.
……
(End of this chapter)