Chapter 1143 Spy Exchange

I have to say, this communication is really full of fulfillment, Profumo but and Harold Wilson in the same echelon of the Conservative Party giants, this time he muffled the other side of the scandal, it is unlikely that in the future the British political arena is the world of these two people in two.

Profumo with the dignity of the Minister of Defense, the idea of sending a civil servant out, was rejected by Alan Wilson, he is a humble social commons, how do you dare to bother the Cabinet Minister to go out and send each other?

“I love the sunny beaches of Malaya.” Unimpressed by the rejection, Profumo was still showing his goodwill, “I can’t wait for the Commonwealth Games to open.”

“All I can promise is that it will be a clean Games. Those two pill-poppers won’t come over and disturb our pageant.” Alan Wilson, with his hands in his pockets, had already decided to make this Commonwealth Games, a calling card for Britain.

Just this past nineteen-sixty-one, the IOC Medical Commission was established, and for the first time, a list of banned substances was issued. It opened the history of doping control in the Olympic Games.

Then this time the Commonwealth Games, naturally want to catch a trend, flaunt the British Empire’s original intention of fair play.

Give those two drug canisters a lesson, the United States and the Soviet Union will do anything to win, the world is only my Great Britain is truly adhering to the original intention of fair play, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah ……

“Two pill pots? The US and the USSR?” Profumo was slightly stunned, he was not an insider in the realm of sports, certainly not in the defense business.

“Or what?” Alan Wilson asked rhetorically with a twist of his neck, “Who can it be if not them? These two countries, don’t look like they don’t share the same fate every day, they do things like brothers.”

As of the twenty-first century, the United States in the number of doping to the Soviet Union and even later Russia, still maintains a quantitative advantage, but the impact caused by the absolutely not a tier, because the Soviet Union is the loser of the Cold War, in terms of sports competitions in the black history of all dug out.

It’s like the Third Reich being thwarted, and some of its so-called black-tech weapons being exhibited as trophies.

And the United States is the winner, under the hegemony of public opinion, naturally, are disabled asthmatics, doping is to cure the disease, the Soviet Union that is not, that is to undermine the fair play.

But as far as Alan Wilson is concerned, the situation in the United States, with its Kensington Street, 20 million addicts, is only worse than in Russia, which the United States is constantly criticizing.

The Soviet Union at least had a national system to exploit, the United States is purely high-tech to support the results.

At least the U.S. had a few athletes who were as genetically mutated as he had been in his previous life, and Williams had muscles that didn’t look like a woman’s, which he hadn’t seen in any other country.

The Commonwealth Games in a few months will be a major international event with the first ever doping controls.

Alan Wilson can also take this opportunity to get along with the International Olympic Committee Medical Commission, the new, not much interest in the department, intelligence chiefs, like to study these intimate matters.

The Honorable Secretary of State for Defense thought so, and now Alan Wilson caught his pain, naturally say anything right.

This is good, Alan Wilson will now have to wipe the Secretary of Defense’s ass, the underage girl Christine Keeler, naturally, is a very worthy of the weight of the victim, at that time less than 18 years old, in the age of youth and ignorance. Some mistakes can be forgiven.

Allen Wilson himself, in a bird-scented cell, began to reassure her, to clarify her status as a victim. The other person involved, Evgeny Ivanov, the despicable Soviet spy, who had toyed with the affections of a young English girl in her flowery years for sordid and unlawful activities, and who posed a major threat to British security, naturally had to be taken seriously and expeditiously. ……

“Be consistent with what you just said to anyone, understand?” Allen Wilson to the young girl in the flower girl to persuade, “you are still young, there is a good life in the future waiting for you. This is a very big case, and I’ll do everything I can to avoid it, but if word gets out, and the unscrupulous press gets wind of it.”

“These media people who will say anything for the sake of traffic will ruin your life. If that happens, then even though we’re trying to protect Britain, we can’t help but feel morally guilty.”

The permanent undersecretary’s face was full of words, adhering to the idea that everything must be done to the best of his ability, no matter how big or small.

Even if the other party was a young girl who hadn’t been in society for long, he still took the drama exceptionally seriously.

Never because Christine Keeler, seemingly ignorant, really think of the other party as stupid sweet. And even if she is, it doesn’t work in his case, as he’s all about verbal intimidation and building a cocoon of information.

And in the cell this special environment of the addition, more Alan Wilson isolate Christine Keeler’s judgment.

The process was a little underhanded, but none of that was a problem for the moral model, “The last thing we want is for such a young teenage girl to be involved, and we hope this doesn’t bother you.”

“Truth be told, your age saved your life, if it wasn’t for the fact that you’re so young, it probably wouldn’t have been so easy to get through.”

“Thank you!” Christine Keeler was lulled into a state of uncertainty, knowing only that this was a serious matter, that she might face endless indignities, and that she was grateful for someone who had put himself in her place to protect her.

Huge pressure to make the girl’s crying pears, Alan Wilson is still expressionless, in all fairness, the vision of the Secretary of Defense is indeed good, otherwise they can almost be the other side of the daddy, can still go down.

The permanent undersecretary took out a packet of tissues to the party, that’s all, a show of the Prime Minister’s talent should be divided into what time, he is not in New Delhi, see a group of female stars full of brain simply do not want to think of other things.

“You are also a victim, if possible, to come out as soon as possible to get rid of the impact.” Alan Wilson watched the other party wipe her tears, and continued to be salty and show the big heart of the British intelligence chief, it’s okay to make mistakes, it’s okay to know your mistakes and be able to change them.

Full of sympathy, he took Christine Keeler out of the cell, Guy. Liddell immediately appeared, “Executive Undersecretary.”

“Have the spies all explained?” Alan Wilson opened his mouth to inquire in an unkind tone, which was also meant for Christine Keeler. The information cocoon continued to build.

“He admitted to being a Soviet spy!” Guy. Liddell spoke coldly, “Doomed to spend the rest of his life in the middle of a prison cell.”

Alan Wilson nodded his head expressionlessly, this scared Christine Keeler, the tears that had just stopped could not help but fall again, at this moment, only the two officials in front of her could save her.

“As I have just said, you are nothing but a young and ignorant victim. Just remember that.” Alan Wilson took out ten pounds and handed it to the girl, “Maybe we’ll look for you again to learn something about the situation when the time comes, go back first.”

The Defense Secretary’s ass was finally wiped clean under the emphatic care of the Permanent Undersecretary of the Foreign Office.

It was naturally a very significant victory for British counterintelligence, but the victim in one of these situations, the flower girl with a bright future ahead of her, was nominally not so closed.

Next came the exchange of the Pinkowski case, in which Gravind, a legal British citizen, was innocently implicated.

Alan Wilson drafted a sternly worded condemnation and handed it to Foreign Secretary Rab Butler, who was considering how to mediate between India and Portugal on the return of Goa.

“Is it not a little too harsh. If Moscow is unmoved.” Rabo Butler opened his mouth and asked rhetorically.

“Honorable Minister, it’s a British Intelligence officer who’s been captured, aren’t we going to free him?” Alan Wilson frowned as he thought out loud, “This could be an incalculable blow to the motivation of the overseas staff.”

Gravender, a legal British citizen, was of course a spy, except that Britain wouldn’t admit it.

“I’m just saying that if Moscow doesn’t respond, isn’t it possible that such harsh wording is instead creating difficulties in rescuing them.”

Faced with the Foreign Secretary’s question, Alan Wilson said without thinking, “If that is the case, the Foreign Office should announce the expulsion of the seventy-six spies from the Soviet Embassy on that account.”

“Seventy-six?” Rab Butler was taken aback, wasn’t the Permanent Undersecretary making a big deal out of this?

“The important thing is to tell a good story so that it will be accepted by the citizens.” Alan Wilson said with a smile on his face.

“This story is about seventy-six diplomats who were Soviet spies.” Rab Butler spoke up in tears.

“Easier excuse than starting a war.” Alan Wilson showed a mouthful of white teeth, then looked puzzled, “Of course, it depends largely on whether or not the Soviet side gives us the reply we want, and maybe nothing will happen. I guess if all goes well, has the Minister communicated with the Portuguese side yet.”

“Lisbon hasn’t given a reply!” Rab Butler mused, seemingly displeased that he was displaying old-fashioned British diplomacy and that Portugal was not cooperating.

Alan Wilson was also at a loss, should he try to use the back door at Princess Margaret? There is still room for cooperation between the two countries when it comes to Angolan oil.

This a masterpiece of British counterintelligence work, both reflecting the excellent professional ability of the British counterintelligence department, but also take into account the feelings of the Soviet side, did not make a big deal out of it.

The news was immediately fed back to Gromyko, and as a result there was an internal discussion in the Soviet Foreign Ministry, which was soon made known to Semichasne in Lubyanka Square.

The point was whether it was a real diplomat who had been caught, or a real spy, and quite unluckily Evgeny Ivanov, was really a spy.

According to KGB tradition, any spy deserves to be rescued with full force, with the safety of Soviet expatriates as the first goal.