Chapter 1248: There’s no mouth that can’t be pried open

“Well done, this is reassuring.” Alexeyev spoke approvingly, then thought for a moment and said, “Since President Sukarno is safe and sound, let’s communicate with him so that this military conspiracy to commit treason can be crushed and have a successful conclusion, what does the ambassador think?”

“I also think it would be best.” Yegentimov had nothing against it, his father was the number two man in the Foreign Ministry, and his mother was even more powerful, one of the few giants in the country.

Perhaps the Kremlin, too, was bouncing off the walls right now? After all, Moscow was aware of Indonesia’s importance, or it wouldn’t have been so generous as to send a fleet plus forty bombers.

Although the Soviet Union has not infrequently provided military aid as a means of diplomacy, this is the first time it has made such a large sum of money.

According to the latest news, Siliwang Yi Division on the way to Jakarta by the Indonesian air force indiscriminate bombing, heavy equipment has been lost, an army once the loss of heavy equipment, almost can be judged as a loss of combat effectiveness.

Of course this experience Alexeyev made the judgment with the experience of the Soviet Union, perhaps the situation in Indonesia is different?

In the next twenty-four hours it was expected that the political situation in Indonesia would cause protests in the so-called free world, but as long as Sukarno did not object to this in any way, the enemy would not find an opportunity.

Alexeyev and Ambassador Yegentimov, together, set out for the Palace of Independence, where Sukarno was staying.

Because Alexeyev did not believe in the ability of Sukarno himself, and his wife of unknown origin. In the current operation, Sukarno are to take the attitude of concealment.

Indonesia has only 180,000 troops, divided into three armies, the army, the navy and the air force, and the army near Jakarta has only two divisions with combat power. This may not be a weak force in a third world country, but in the eyes of the Czar’s son, it was not a strong force. But in the eyes of the Tsar’s son, it was not that strong.

On the contrary, with three million members and a population of nearly 20 million, the Communist Party of Indonesia (CPI) is the strongest revolutionary force outside of China and the Soviet Union, and if it weren’t strong, it would have been suppressed by the military like any other country.

The fact that the Indonesian military has coexisted peacefully with the Communist Party of Indonesia for so many years shows that both sides are still afraid of each other’s strength.

So what are we waiting for? In Moscow on the collection of Sukarno a lot of information Alexeyev, concluded that the Indonesian president, is not what really powerful people, balance the Indonesian Republic to the military as the representative of the right wing, to the end of the day can not be avoided showdown day.

“Alyosha, what made you decide to make a move?” On the way to the Palace of Independence, seeing the scenery outside speeding backwards, Yegentimov still felt unreal at this point.

“On the day the news of Kennedy’s assassination came in.” Alexeyev replied in a low voice, “I had an uncle who taught me that I must always use landmarks to cover real operations, and I guess the assassination of the President of the United States counts as a landmark, doesn’t it?”

Alexeyev, in the Soviet Union, claimed to be a man of good enough origins. According to the popular joke, that is, the Culture Tsar had a son, too, and that was all he had.

When the Culture Tsar’s baby son had to go on a mission abroad, Foltseva begged Semichasne, the KGB chairman, who was feared at the level of the Central Committee members, to agree to the transfer of arms from the Dzerzhinsky division.

This, of course, was a violation of discipline, and it caused some people to criticize Foltseva, but since she was a woman, they didn’t think it was necessary to make common sense of the situation.

And people were not in the mood to pay attention to such trivial matters. The impact of Second Secretary Kozlov’s stroke was much greater than anything else; after Kozlov was hospitalized from the stroke, his situation improved for a time, but in the end he didn’t regain his strength.

The second secretary was no longer able to fulfill his duties, and the question of who would be Khrushchev’s successor surfaced again.

The aspirants were grasping for support, and how could Foltseva, the only female member of the Central Presidium, be held accountable for the small matter of opening the back door for her son?

It’s not that everyone has children and can’t understand a mother, not to mention that Foltseva’s son is extraordinarily young. It was hardly like the same generation as the other members’ children.

It was not until two hours later that Alexeyev followed Yegentimov out of the Palace of Independence, in the guise of a note-taker, his notebook filled with crosses and checkmarks.

He, who witnessed Yegentimov from the perspective of an onlooker, explaining in detail the process of this coup thwarting conversation, kept noting down every sentence of the conversation between Yegentimov and Sukarno, judging whether Sukarno was not saying what he was saying or not, and turning them into symbols, recording them densely for several pages.

“Alyosha, what kind of things are you memorizing?” Yegentimov didn’t know what the Tsar’s son was doing, probably some special technique of the KGB.

It wasn’t a special trick, but one he had learned with an uncle. But since there was this question, Alexeyev nodded directly, “Some technique for determining emotional fluctuations, and Sukarno’s explanation of what we were doing was not believed in its entirety. There have been many fluctuations in mood, but it is also true that because of such fluctuations, I can thus come to the judgment that although he is the father of a country’s nation, he is not a powerful figure with a strong will.”

“In fact, the leaders of many countries are also ordinary people. I judge that as long as we secure his position, he will not ultimately cause much trouble for Soviet interests.”

Normally speaking, a defeat would be met with a grudge, and a victory would be met with a counterattack. But Indonesia’s after this one, the domestic balance has been broken, after the military was taken out, there is no more blocking in front of the Indonesian Communist Party, what should be thought of now is a smooth transition of power, and make things look good.

If it were a different country, without such a big foundation, Alexeev would definitely not think that way, he would definitely follow up with a counterattack, nip any dangerous attempts in the bud, and just tell Sukarno to get lost.

Yegendimov also nodded and spoke, “We’ll ask for the opinion of the country, is that okay with you.”

“No problem, I want to meet the captured generals.” Alexeyev paused at that, “While they’re still alive at the moment.”

A few streetlights flickered on both sides of the already quiet road, the street was bordered by a few dark bushes and newly planted ficus trees arranged in rows.

I really didn’t want to move, so I just sat here in silence, enjoying the coming night. The stars blink innocently in the city sky and the beautiful moonlight cascades down to make you feel the late night coming on.

The wildflowers in the fenced-in area scrambled to bloom, spitting out a sweet, cloying scent that seemed to be trying to clean up a thousand odors from the cars that had been test-driving during the day. And so they sat, until dawn, smoking cigarettes, one after another, waiting for the sunrise.

Don’t get me wrong, Alexeyev was outside the base where the military generals were being held, and it seemed to him that this was a nice place, even as a resting place. Of course it’s just a thought, if this communication turns out to be good then the trial process will need to go through, but if it doesn’t, there’s no need for these citizens of the people to be alive after today.

The situation in Indonesia can be said to have been finalized, the pro-US military hierarchy was defeated, and the Soviet Union was the victor of this time urged, but by no means easy, fight.

Alexeyev was led by the guard soldiers, with an interpreter, into the cells where the generals were being held, especially the one where Suharto, who had escaped the first surprise attack that nearly caused an accident, was located.

Gazing around, he was a little disappointed that the Indonesian general, who was supposed to be a little younger than the Soviets were at the same age, and thin and small, really didn’t seem like much of an impressive figure, and wondered how such a person could have been on the list his mother had given him.

By now, though, Alexeyev had to admit that his mother had a point in doing so; coming up short, the not-quite-high-powered general had become a leak, and would surely be a nuisance once he escaped Jakarta.

“The Siliwangyi division, which you were counting on, was bombed out of action by the air force. Even if it can still hold out for a while, you will certainly not see it.” Alexeyev narrated to himself through the iron fence, relayed to Suharto by an interpreter.

But Suharto’s lack of response was infuriating, and it inspired the theorem that Alexeyev had been indoctrinated to believe that there was no such thing as a knocked-up mouth.

Alexeyev stubbed out his cigarette. Walking past the skinny general, he tapped him on the shoulder. “I’m not interested in whether you have a distaste for me or a favorable opinion of me, but I’m going to ask you a few questions, and since this matter is very private, I’ll leave you alone.”

Alexeyev walked straight into the holding room, bringing the door with him with such force that even the very slow of heart would have felt the agonizing wait.

This waiting dominated the old vampire. But there was no pity or sympathy in Alexeyev’s heart, only disgust and disappointment as he looked at the old man with his own eyes.

Then Alexeyev pushed the stool a little closer, and Suharto’s eyes darted about in surprise at the sudden movement, and laughed cruelly and contentedly: “Look me in the eye! In this way, please tell me, you villain, how do you want to carry out your dirty plans? Is it to launch a military coup and overthrow President Sukarno?”

General Suharto shook his head with effort. In a shaking voice, he stammered, “Specifically, what are you interested in?”

“First of all, how did you get the news, and are you still fighting the idea of fighting to the end? If you can manage to satisfy my curiosity to some degree, I’ve decided to give you a hard time, or do so and let death be the relief from your endless nightmares.”

“Can you pull out your fingernails?” Suharto timidly reared his head with an interested question.

“That’s tedious, man, and a similar approach might not satisfy me. Initially, let’s say, I want to be a dental intern, then you will be my first patient.” Alexeyev got up from the round stool and approached the old man, “As long as your row of teeth aren’t dentures.”

With that, he grabbed the general’s nose hard and punched him in the stomach with his fist. Suharto opened his mouth involuntarily, and before he could make a sound, at the same time had deftly grasped his jaw with his hand, and with a sudden pull downward, said, “My friend, your mouth is no longer a mouth, but has become a display of arms. Bravo.”

General Suharto attempted to struggle, shaking his head. Then he was dissuaded from trying to get out of the way by a knee to his head, and Alexeyev pulled his wet fingers out of his mouth and used him to wipe the lapel of his uniform clean.