Chapter 1107 – Executioner Wilson

It was as if there was still the smell of blood in the air of Tehran, and after the previous bloodshed, the citizens were still in a state of shock.

“It’s changed.” Stepping off the plane, in front of Dulles, Allen Wilson had a playful look on his face.

“That’s right, Allen.” Dulles smiled back, expressing his approval of the British secretary general in charge of intelligence.

The two of them then arrived straight at the royal palace under military escort, and Pahlavi, who had fled in a hurry earlier, was escorted back to his kingdom by the intelligence bigwigs from Britain and the United States.

Almost immediately, Allen Wilson demanded that a wanted notice be issued immediately, and that a series of organizations suspected of being pro-Soviet, such as the Iranian People’s Party, the Mass Party, the National Front, and trade union organizations, be included in the scope of the crackdown.

Dulles had already sensed before that Allen Wilson was venting his anger by coming over this time, and couldn’t help but speak up, “It still has to go through a trial, it can’t be taken out directly.”

“Mr. Dulles, the Soviets will laugh at us. Think about how efficient the Soviets showed in the Congo matter. If we don’t respond to it. It will be looked down upon!”

Allen Wilson, holding a minute of newspaper, replied unhurriedly, “This can be interpreted as a testing ground, if the free world can prove that it can be successful in Iran, then any country smaller than Iran should have no problem dealing with it. There are still a multitude of countries under the spell of the Soviet Union that need a successful example to be replicated, aren’t there?”

Allen Wilson’s tone could be characterized as calm, but it contained a murderous tone that could not be underestimated.

Allen Wilson was talking about the Congo, and Dulles was hearing about the Congo, but it wasn’t just the Congo that he was talking about, it was the CIA’s failure, Cuba, which was still standing right under the U.S. nose, right in the soft belly of the U.S., ready to show its weapons at any moment.

“We respect the rule of law, of course, but we also have to consider the reality of the situation. You can’t sit back and watch irresponsibly, and a lot of countries have a one-sided view that the Soviet Union is good and really should be stopped.”

Dulles finally nodded, the Iranian problem was long overdue and had to be dealt with heavily.

Kermit Roosevelt immediately informed Pahlavi, who had just returned, that Mossadegh’s role this time was defined as one of Soviet compulsion, a Soviet agent lurking inside Iran to subvert the peace and stability of Iran.

At the same time, he took out the list of names drawn up by Alan Wilson, and asked Pahlavi to issue a warrant for their arrest.

At this time in the streets of Tehran, only the military police can still appear without fear, and some Pahlavi supporters, to help the military police to maintain order, as well as tipped off.

“With Iran’s religious environment, the capital has such a large red light district, no wonder the free world is not very popular.” Alan Wilson, sitting in a military vehicle, commented on what he saw in front of him.

While the two men were talking, the supporters holding up Pahlavi’s portrait were cheering and celebrating Mossadegh’s imprisonment, and everyone was wearing a big smile on their faces.

“It’s hard to imagine, Mossadegh is supposed to be popular.” Major McCordick was perplexed.

“Nothing strange about it.” Alan Wilson snorted, “in the bottom of the people how to understand what is right and wrong ah, as long as the unlucky person is higher than them, have wealth, they secretly rejoice in their hearts, today’s unlucky is Mossadegh, they cheered, later unlucky is the Pahlavi, Tehran’s citizens still cheering.”

“In fact, there is nothing to see, in fact, I would like to meet Mossadegh, want to ask him, to be a national hero to have this kind of end, will not feel regret? But it’s better to forget it, in case he really regrets it, it would spoil his image in my mind.”

In terms of the series of dramas over the last few days with Pahlavi’s flight and Mossadegh’s surrender, the situation in Iran is nothing short of laughable. Neither protagonist is much of a caper.

“The purging of Mossadegh and its supporters is a prerequisite for the lifting of British sanctions. There is absolutely no letting up on this.”

Alan Wilson looked straight at Major McCordick, “Britain has repeatedly stated that it can talk to Mossadegh, and he has repeatedly refused us, and since he wants to be a national hero, we’ll give him the treatment of a national hero. No sympathy, he brought this on himself.”

Dulles also came prepared this time, the Iranian security service, SAVAK, many of whose members were trained on American soil and were CIA protégés.

Dulles came to Iran to express the attitude of the United States, but he can not stay in Iran for a long time, followed Dulles came Norman Schwarzkopf, will replace Dulles to sit in Iran, to assist Pahlavi to control the situation in Iran.

At the same time to prevent Britain’s attempts to take advantage of the opportunity to expand its influence, Norman Schwarzkopf soon met with McCordick, and the two will be in the period afterward, on behalf of Britain and the United States to let Iran restore calm.

At this moment, members of SAVAK have begun to arrest, Pahlavi supporters in the midst of this chaos, and have announced a reward for prosecution, with a boost in treatment, calling on those in the military and government to reveal their friends, whether they are part of the PPP, the Mass Party, the National Front, or a trade union organization.

The return of these intelligence agents from the United States to Iran has left the whole of Iran in a state of solemnity.

The dramatic shift in the situation in Iran caught the Soviet Union, which thought Mossadegh had the situation under control, off guard.

In the Kremlin, the members of the Soviet Central Presidium present were silent, and there seemed to be nothing better to do than to apply pressure and lash out at the situation.

“How disconcerting.” Kozlov, a hot-tempered man, cursed the chutzpah of the British and Americans. If you can’t talk, you stay and stage a coup d’état.

“The facts have proved that Britain and the United States have talked it over, and Britain should have made a compromise with the United States. This can not be blamed on our intelligence department, the Iranian oil crisis, Britain and the United States saw for such a long time, who would have thought that the two countries shook hands and so soon in collusion.” Brezhnev also expressed his sympathy for the intelligence services.

Although Foltseva’s face was calm, her heart was still quite complicated, although she was not the head of any powerful department, but as a member of the Central Presidium, her position was right there, and theoretically no secret in the Soviet Union could be hidden from her.

The Culture Tsar also met Allen Wilson’s name among the intelligence collected by the KGB this time, right behind the American CIA Director Dulles.

“Comrade Foltseva, how do you think we should react?” Brezhnev opened his mouth to inquire.

“Even if we react now, there aren’t many ways left.” Foltseva replied after settling down, “Try to create public opinion for Mossadegh as a true patriot, and at the same time expose the dastardly behavior of Britain and the United States at the United Nations, and as for public opinion, intervene with the intelligence heads of Britain and the United States as evidence of the subversion of Iran by the two countries.”

TASS soon featured the Iranian coup, denouncing the shameless acts of British and American imperialism and colonialism.

Alan Wilson, who was preparing to leave Tehran but had not yet left, had a copy of the Three Kingdoms by his side, while in his hand he held Russian and Chinese-language newspapers for the interpreter Pahlavi had provided to read them to him.

Although the interpreter read the Pravda and Allen Wilson hands of the newspaper, the content is similar, has been capped with him and Dulles, imperialist henchmen, hands stained with blood of the executioner this fact.

But then, Allen Wilson had a calm face, and was laughing and joking with Dulles when he arrived.

“Across the Iron Curtain, the two of us are already the most damned people in the world.” Dulles spoke with a smirk.

“I’m happy to be recognized by my enemy.” Alan Wilson was righteous, the anti-Soviet veteran, the executioner of imperialism was not a bad name for him, but rather a golden talisman.

“In fact, if Britain had shown détente, things in Iran would not have evolved to what they are today.” Dulles curbed his smile, “The United States is not antipathetic to Britain, but in order to resist the spread of Soviet influence, the world should be a little more fair.”

“Britain has always expressed a desire to talk to Mossadegh, it’s that he feels eaten up by Britain.” Alan Wilson replied calmly to Dulles, “Throughout this whole incident, Britain has shown the utmost restraint. At least not with sending troops to overthrow Mossadegh.”

Britain didn’t send troops, but didn’t the US send troops in Cuba.

“Secretary General, the Foreign Office has asked if you will attend the attendees of the Nigerian Autonomous Territories Independence next month.” Major McCordick came in with a telegram, nodded his head in greeting at Dulles, and then inquired.

“I have other business.” Alan Wilson replied with a calm face, “Of course for the independence of the Nigerian Autonomous Territories, everything is step by step and Britain is a nation of its word. I wish the independent Nigeria will develop well.”

After spending a few days in Tehran, after Dulles had left Iran, Allen Wilson, after paying personal attention to the charges that had been trumped up against Mossadegh, also left Tehran and joined up with Arrival Pamela Mountbatten in Basra.

The two would head to the Land Rover factory in Malaya for a show of hypocrisy through and through.

“Darling, you’ve done your best for Britain.” Pamela Mountbatten, knowing that her husband was not happy with the way the situation in Iran had evolved to its current outcome, could only speak kindly.

“That I can’t deny.” Alan Wilson had a face of pawn, he fought for Britain for eight more years, otherwise Iran would have been lost in the fifties, but unfortunately, Kennedy’s set of seven injuries and sending out Aramco to the Saudis was beyond Britain’s ability to call the shots.

But there’s still time, and winning first isn’t winning, and Alan Wilson is still satisfied with Britain’s current strength.

But really want to be better, with Britain’s own efforts is still not enough, to the general environment is favorable to Britain, such as to come to a war to hit the U.S. economy hard.

“I think the group’s manufacturing projects, especially the automobile industry should be spun off and listed.” Alan Wilson put his wife on his lap and gave his suggestion.