Chapter 1087 – The Espionage Case

With Macmillan’s visit, the foreign ministry was quiet, which made Alan Wilson very happy, in fact, he had no objection to the foreign minister moving around, of course if he always went to the United States, considering Macmillan’s family background, it was really worth being vigilant, as for going to other countries, it should be encouraged.

Now no one can interfere with the normal operation of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, there is nothing worth focusing on recently, Allen Wilson Louis XVI possession, muttering that today there is nothing to do, decided to take a vacation for their own many days of running, at least you can enjoy a little bit of heavenly happiness.

The Executive Vice President, who was still essentially a lickspittle, went about his business, leaving the six-legged Charmaine to the side while he himself did battle with the pots and pans and enjoyed it.

“I actually have no problem taking care of myself, and the maid treats me well.” Summer Dream’s long hair was draped over her fragrant shoulders, and with Allen Wilson’s determined resistance, she was finally out of the permed curly style that made her twenty years older out of thin air.

Today, because she knew the man was coming, Summer Dream had given the maids the day off and waited with bated breath for the man to make a house call.

“All adults, I since do not doubt that you can take care of yourself. But isn’t it inconvenient now.” Alan Wilson turned his back to Summer Dream, took out his chopsticks and took a bite of the dish in the pot, nodding his head with a look of satisfaction before completing this time of cooking.

“Thanks!” Xia Meng touched her belly and complimented with a shy color.

Actually, this man was not bad, his endurance was truly amazing. He never complained, even when recalling the past, he was never indignant, the so-called unassuming and unassuming was what this man said.

Sometimes he would look blank and thoughtful, and all the expression on his face disappeared to a thousand and two.

As if by an invisible hand all at once wiped out as if, replaced by a mask, a sculpture, cold, a serious. Even though he was handsome, he was lifeless. He will smoke cigarettes, one after another, even the cigarette butt does not care to put out.

Charmaine waited quietly for Alan Wilson to finish his work, in fact, except for the different cultures, she felt that this man is also a good match.

“England is lackluster when it comes to food, with the exception of the aristocracy.” Alan Wilson brought up the fried dishes and pushed them down in front of Charmaine to crumble, “But with the help of the international aviation department in Kuala Lumpur, your tastes don’t have to change. The most important thing is to be in a good mood, don’t be nervous about being pregnant, I’m sure everything will be fine.”

“It’s actually okay, I’ve gained weight lately.” Xia Meng smiled happily, puffing out her cheeks to make a balloon look.

“Actually, it’s great to go around with a maid in tow. Like watch a game or something.” Alan Wilson feasted, not being polite just because a lady of equal status to his wife was next to him, that wasn’t even possible.

This also drove Xia Meng’s appetite, even for the sake of the baby in her belly, she had to eat a little more to ensure the child’s nutrition.

Alan Wilson still hoped that Xia Meng could walk around more and carry out some entertainment programs.

England’s soccer is very developed, of course this developed does not refer to the performance, but the popularity of soccer.

From the top league downwards there were eleven more leagues, the first six levels were professional and the latter were amateur leagues, at least in the English region, soccer teams existed in almost any place where there were people.

“I can’t really look at boxing. The popularity of boxing in England is fine.” Alan Wilson was still bibbing away, and now, instead of being in a contemplative state, he was clearly looking very talkative.

“It’s just a martial arts master who competes in martial arts?” Xia Meng slightly shook her head, indicating that she was not interested in this, “There are quite a few filmmakers in Xiangjiang that have the background of a martial artist.”

“Not a thing, martial arts masters have nothing competitive, people are also a kind of animal, in line with all the standards of animal judgment, simply put is the tonnage of the big win. But to say the movie well? I believe that these martial arts masters later, may push the Xiangjiang movie to a peak. It’s not like there aren’t similar genres, America has westerns, Japan has samurai movies, it’s up to who can seize the opportunity.”

Allen Wilson has a tone that no one knows more about movies than me, how he said he also has a good relationship with some movie stars, and even among them there is the future U.S. President Reagan, speaking clearly so common but so confident.

After eating, Allen Wilson took out his camera and said that he wanted to leave a souvenir for Shamon, almost wiping out the good feelings Shamon had accumulated, obviously all of them had been photographed before.

“Take a family photo!” Alan Wilson explained, he had all taken pictures with the ladies quite a few times, naturally he could guess what Xia Meng was dreaming of, and directly told Xia Meng not to misunderstand.

Xia Meng did not misunderstand at all, the man in front of her did have a previous conviction, but as soon as she heard that she wanted to take a family photo, she immediately accepted with pleasure, at least he was still willing to be responsible, and did not lift his pants to leave.

This is the most vicious slander, Allen Wilson has done everything, but just did not do the matter of lifting his pants and leaving. He had high hopes for each of his children and simply would not learn the beating nature of the black man without a father.

In front of the posed camera, Allen Wilson bent down and kissed Summer Dream’s red lips, one hand caressing the woman’s stomach, and the picture was instantly frozen in time, and what a picture it was.

Charmaine was so happy today that she was sent all the way to the door when Allen Wilson was about to leave, taking the initiative to stand on her tiptoes to offer a kiss.

“Well, have a good rest, I’ll come over sometime.” Allen Wilson had a grandiose look on his face, Charmaine really did love herself.

It was best not to let Mr. Jin Yong know about this, otherwise, Lin Pingzhi inside the Laughing Pride Wanderer might change his surname to Ai.

According to unconfirmed rumors, the character of Lin Pingzhi was because Xia Meng’s original husband’s surname was Lin.

“She still loves me!” Alan Wilson, who was caught in the three major illusions of life, walked with the wind, the days of the Executive Undersecretary were just so plain and simple, he decided, he spent the night at Ms. Vivienne Leigh’s place today.

Warsaw, the capital of Poland, in his sleep, Michael Gorenewski was broken into directly in front of his family and was captured on the spot by a group of cold-faced soldiers.

Michael Golenecki struggled with anger and shouted at the soldiers who came in, “Do you know what you’re doing?”

“Of course I know, sniper.” With that response, a man in military uniform came in and bent down to look at the prone senior Polish officer, Michael Gorenewski, and reached out with one finger tugging at Michael Gorenewski’s vision before pointing to the spot on his own arm, “Recognize this insignia, do you?”

A strong shield and sword, a red five-pointed star in the center, and a sickle and hammer in the very center. This indicated the identity of the visitor, the Soviet State Security Committee, and for a moment, Michael Golenetsky’s heart dropped like ice.

“Take them away!” The straight-backed officer glanced at Michael Gorenetsky’s panicked family members and said in a rippling tone, “Take them away together, what a selfish man.”

After a few minutes, the officer met Andropov, who was in Warsaw himself, and reported, “Comrade Andropov, Michael Golenetsky has been captured, will the interrogation begin immediately.”

“Certainly!” Andropov’s reply was short and concise, he had personally come to Warsaw just to make sure that nothing was wrong.

Andropov was accompanied by an unusually young, but resolute-faced teenager who stood there quietly and did not make a sound.

He was Alexeyev, who was preparing for the final round of exams, and had come to Warsaw for an internship, this time following his mother’s words.

“Alexeyev, a mock interrogation, as realistic as it may be, is no substitute for a real one.” Andropov looked at Foltseva’s son, his attitude eased, “Comrade Foltseva hopes that you, deeply understand this profession, if you can’t adapt, you can have a judgment as early as possible, with your age there are still a lot of options in the future.”

“I’m ready.” Alexeyev responded without changing his face, “The school told me that there is no such thing as a knocked-up mouth, and this time I should be able to find out if it’s true.”

Michael Golenetsky, who really couldn’t be described as a strong-willed anti-Soviet, had confessed to his crimes while still quite physically intact, pouring out a stream of whatever he had done over the years.

Even Andropov was deeply shocked as the interrogation went on, and he really wanted to shoot Michael Golenetsky’s family members as well, and if Michael Golenetsky hadn’t repeatedly said that he would trade meritorious performance for the safety of his relatives, which Andropov had already agreed to, he would really like to go back on his word now.

The case of Michael Golenetsky, which was immediately transmitted to Lubyanka, shocked Sherepin. Michael Golenetski was captured, and with him the intelligence network that had been in contact with him was wiped out.

And it was also a good opportunity to cleanse Poland. At this time, Shelepin didn’t care if Andropov had overstepped his authority; the powers of the departments themselves crossed, and since Michael Golenetski had confessed, it didn’t matter how Andropov had found out about it.

What is undoubtedly true is that this espionage case has been solved and will deal a heavy blow to imperialist infiltration within the Warsaw Pact.

“Rooster Cavity Deckley lives with seven hens in the yard of a hard-working widow ……” hummed Alan Wilson as he arrived for work at the Foreign Office, humming a traditional poem.

Cockney Deckley is proud and arrogant, strutting around as if he were the head of the party, but is timid and suspicious by nature. He likes to be flattered and is gullible.

Alan Wilson wonders if the original author of the poem, was not portraying a man in officialdom? Isn’t this the state of life of a man in politics? As for the seven hens he was not offended, he had more than seven ladies of equal status with his wife.

“Executive Undersecretary, the head of the Sixth is waiting for you.” Chief Private Secretary Wick immediately opened his mouth to report when he saw Alan Wilson.

“Why is he here?” Allen Wilson was a bit surprised, then nodded, “Just waiting in my office?”