Chapter 1126 – Look Me in the Eye

“How dare you monitor the minister?” Waiting for the head of the family to return, Pamela Mountbatten listened to the narration and asked rhetorically in great surprise, “Even if you are the Secretary General of the Joint Intelligence Committee, don’t you know that it is immoral to do so?”

“Things are only right and wrong, there is no such thing as moral or immoral.” Alan Wilson didn’t blush or gasp, but it was just monitoring a minister, he had even taken out ministers, “I have to be responsible for the prosperity and stability of the UK, I can’t turn a blind eye to the danger, even if it’s just a little bit.”

Born in the middle of a country, he naturally has nothing to show for it but a passion to serve his country. In his opinion don’t let the Tories mess up is to serve the country, the Labor Party won’t really vote for the Soviet Union, the Tories will really vote for the United States.

“Anyway, you be discreet, I’m going to Perth. The wind tunnels have been built and there will be some of the aeronautical experts traveling with me, and you know the conditions of the test site on the mainland.” Pamela Mountbatten divulged the good news that the aeronautical facilities would be completed in empty Australia.

The strategic transport aircraft program with France may add some minor cost with the distance issue. But for the entire program, this cost increase would be negligible.

“Hard work darling!” Alan Wilson immediately came up and kissed the red lips to express his loyalty.

“It’s mainly because you fought for it. Otherwise with Hercules in front of us, it’s really not good to advance.” Pamela Mountbatten responded warmly to her husband’s love, knowing how much force her husband, for the sake of her aerospace industry, had used.

Due to the fact that her eldest daughter was nearing school age, this time was the last time she was following her mother back and forth between the two places, while her youngest son was not old enough to travel long distances, Pamela Mountbatten now traveled with her eldest son as her companion.

For the gradually growing children, the two are not exactly on the same plan for future generations.

But out of the idea of not clashing with women, Alan Wilson generally do not oppose, his wife hopes that the child grows up to inherit the family business, the time is still early, you can subconsciously make changes.

In theory he was naturally the head of the family! There is such a thing, but when it comes to the issue of future generations, in the end the head of the family is worthy of the name, the conclusion is still debatable.

According to Alan Wilson’s idea, it was natural for the two sons to grow up to be officials, or at least for one of them to be an official.

This conflicts with his wife’s idea, but it is still difficult to make peace with him, Mountbatten is still counting on one of the children to join the army, and it is not impossible to use the father-in-law to press his wife’s head.

“Margaret is now clamoring to stand on her own two feet, not wanting to be bound by the crown. It’s incomprehensible.” Pamela Mountbatten said this, looking at her husband, “Do you think she can succeed?”

“How do we know what goes on inside the royal family.” Alan Wilson did not change his face, he did not seem to care about it and did not care, “Doing your job is the most important thing.”

“That’s true.” Pamela Mountbatten a lay in her husband’s arms whispered, “carry me to the bedroom ……”

Wife’s departure let Alan Wilson disappointed, so many years down, although Pamela Mountbatten’s face value is not particularly stunning, but many years in bed together, he has been accustomed to this a woman who understands the side.

Although there is no lack of other and his wife the same status of the existence of the lady, but in front of other people set up the frame of the head of the family, always feel strange, solid family affinity with the growth of age, in the heart of Alan Wilson occupies more and more huge weight.

The depressed permanent undersecretary of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs could only anesthetize himself with work, first of all, to sharpen his acting skills.

Hepburn’s separate apartment had two bedrooms, one of which had been converted into a drawing room to satisfy a hobby in his spare time, and both of which were tiled and boarded up, with small brightly colored rugs scattered all over the floor. The furniture was all white, as were the walls.

When Ballflower stepped out of the kitchen with a cup of coffee, it was as if a mass of vibrant color had walked between the furniture. She was wearing a white blouse over black leggings, an outfit that emphasized her curves.

She sat down on one of the white sofas, relaxing against the back of it, and took a sip of strong coffee.

In the morning, Hepburn wore her hair slicked back and coiled at the nape of her neck, and changed into a white jacket and a white dress. She lay back on the comfortable couch at home and closed her eyes. For the first time in twelve hours she relaxed and almost fell asleep.

When the doorbell rang, she only grunted, not bothering to get up and open the door. She knew who it was, of course, and she was glad that the man who had lived in her heart for so long had come to her door.

She also loved her job as a star, and when she told Alan Wilson that if she didn’t like the job, then she wouldn’t do it, she meant it. She was very popular and many people loved to see her display of grace and movement, but that was just the professional side of her. When she confronts Alan Wilson, there’s no keeping her life private.

“I thought you always minded that.” Hepburn wrapped her arms around Alan Wilson’s neck, “Obviously I’ve apologized, if you still mind it you’re just being petty, you’ve taken so many pictures and I haven’t even said anything about it.”

The permanent undersecretary’s private collection had hundreds of photos, no, I should say thousands of photos, including photos of her in all sorts of clothes, as well as wearing nothing at all.

“I hadn’t forgotten, but when you reminded me, it came back to me. I’ve never had such a big loss in my life.” Alan Wilson pretended to be serious, but immediately broke, “I’ll forgive you if you give me children.”

“Do you realize how selfish your request is?” Hepburn wrapped her arms around the man’s neck and looked at each other in all directions, and asked deeply, “In the future, in what capacity will my child grow up? A bastard?”

“But I can’t get a divorce, especially at this time of year when England is in a delicate position.” Alan Wilson sighed and muttered to himself, “That seems like a selfish request, especially for you to make.”

The downturn on his face is definitely from the heart, others are even so, Hepburn is still different from other ladies in his heart.

Looking at each other, Hepburn wanted to say something, if this man was begging a few times, it was really hard to guarantee that she wouldn’t say yes.

After all, in that difficult time, the man in front of her helped her too much, for her to come to this point today consumed a lot of effort.

“Let’s go, go see Ebby, I wonder if it still remembers dad.” Alan Wilson got up with Hepburn in his arms, seemingly having forgotten the conversation he had just had.

The Soviet capital of Moscow, a Volga sedan is waiting to pass, the traffic police seem to have seen this valuable sedan, quickly walked over to ask if there is anything that can help, the young traffic police have seen the uniform on the driver, reported a polite inquiry, “Comrade General, is there anything I can help you with?”

Pinkovsky looked at the unusually young traffic policeman in front of him, his heart hanging in the air relaxed, shook his head and said, “I’m just out for a walk, there’s nothing important.”

“What a fine car!” A trace of envy flashed in Alexeyev’s eyes, just one glance had already taken in the interior of the car, then snorted and released Pinkovsky, “Comrade General, I wish you a pleasant journey.”

Pinkovsky friendly smile, then a foot throttle drive away, but did not see the rear of the young traffic police eyes instantly become sharp, Pinkovsky does not know, he this senior intelligence officer, has fallen into the fledgling child, the net laid out in the middle.

Alexeyev has only just graduated, but as the son of the culture tsar, he easily got the command of this operation, although he simply does not know the purpose of his mother, but he believes that his mother will never lie to himself.

The entire process was under the watchful eye of the country’s General Directorate of Defense Intelligence, and Pinkowski would never have dreamed that his every move was simply one-way transparent to his counterparts.

When the joint was made, the sudden appearance of the men from the Directorate General of Domestic Defense Intelligence raising their guns and pointing them at him still filled Pinkowski with dismay. A futile attempt was made to struggle with his generalship.

“There is no tomorrow for traitors!” Hearing this, Pinkovsky immediately recognized the man in front of him as the young policeman he had encountered earlier, while Alexeyev, with a face full of disgust, snatched the briefcase out of the hands of his connector, “I suppose Comrade General has a lot to say.”

“Do you know who I am, I’m on a secret mission.” Pinkowski yelled, trying to scare the unaware fledgling in front of him.

This yelling was met with a direct blow, hit in the stomach, Pinkovsky bent over in pain, but immediately Alexeyev grabbed him by the hair and picked him up, looking viciously straight at Pinkovsky, “Traitor, stare me in the eye. Your family, your colleagues, your friends, all of them will pay for your stupid actions. No one can save you ……”

Alexeyev then handed the briefcase to the others and called for a car to escort Pinkovsky and the contact to the car, “Straight to Lubyanka Square.”

“Alexeyev, going there?” An equally young officer was a bit startled, it was the location of the headquarters of the State Security Committee, even he had never been there.

“Yeah, never mind!” Alexeyev removed the white gloves from his hands, his body swaying with the start of the car.

From this point on, Pinkovsky’s fate was sealed, this kind of big case directly alarmed KGB Chairman Semichasne to personally ask about it, because Pinkovsky was a high-ranking officer in the intelligence department, which made him furious, “Check out all his social relations, no matter who it is, none of them can be spared.”

The echoes of the KGB boss’s anger lingered in the corridors of Lubyanka’s inner prisons, and the entire KGB was running at full speed because of this order that contained anger.

All this was no longer relevant to Alexeyev, who had returned home and opened his mouth at the sight of his mother at home, wondering if he should ask.