chapter 48 the capital of spies

Honesty is an excellent character, and Alan Wilson, who set out from the city of Greater Berlin, representing the British Empire, was not fighting alone, and naturally did not care to use lies, to accomplish his own ends.

If the end result is that these Yugoslavian refugees do not want to go back, but deceived everyone to forcefully cross the border. Of course, he is not responsible for it, as a gentleman of the British Empire, he has done his best to persuade.

Moscow Kremlin, with a Mediterranean hairstyle, wearing glasses man passed the Kremlin guards watching, slowly entered into the heart of the Soviet Union, walking through the place even the guards unconsciously straightened their chests, lest they be seen by this unimpressive man.

This scandalous man was the Commissar General of National Security, Field Marshal Beria. It wasn’t until he came to Stalin’s office door that a hint of relief appeared in his cold expression, knocking on the door and stepping gingerly inside.

“Now that our agents abroad are using this kind of thing for intelligence, why don’t we intercept the news from British newspapers, wouldn’t that be more convenient?” Stalin put down the document Beria had brought, and turned to ask, “How is the matter of persuading the German scientists, to make amends for the people of the Soviet Union, and at what stage has it proceeded.”

“Comrade Stalin, this is exactly what I was going to say, in fact, that earlier piece of information and the document in front of you, from the same person’s hand, of course, this work we completed very smoothly, after the Ministry of the Interior action, we discovered that the Soviet-occupied territories in the middle of the U.S. imperialist spies, is taking a similar move, if we start a step late, it is very likely that there will be major losses .” Beria explained in a gentle voice, a very rare thing for him.

“And from the hands of those comrades.” Beria finally emphasized.

“Imperialism has never been very hostile to the Soviet Union, we all know that in our hearts. In fact, I have made a great deal of goodwill. I didn’t realize that in the hearts of these imperialists, they are still indifferent.” Stalin sighed softly and said.

“The two extremes of the enemy and us cannot coexist peacefully.” Beria agreed softly, “We must utilize every possible means of protecting the Great Soviet. And at the same time, we must not let any opportunities go by.”

“As I recall, the distance between Hokkaido and Sakhalin Island is only thirty kilometers, it doesn’t seem to be an insurmountable distance, and even if it is insurmountable, the great Soviet Red Army should overcome the temporary difficulties and fulfill its sacred mission.” Stalin frowned in contemplation for a moment and barked, “Be sure to achieve your objective and create a fait accompli before the Americans’ Manhattan Project succeeds.”

Beria nodded in agreement, if there were two people in the Soviet Union who knew about this, one of them would be him and the other would naturally be Comrade Steel, both knew about the Manhattan Project before even Truman did.

The Manhattan Project was a top secret in the U.S. Within the U.S. government, only President Roosevelt and a handful of people in charge of the Manhattan Project knew the inside story about the atomic bomb. However, after all, this program is handled by too many people, if someone wants to collect intelligence against the United States, naturally can find a breakthrough.

In the evening, Melkulov, who was about to leave work from Lubyanka, received a phone call and reflexively stood at attention, “Select two men from the British sector of Gubishev to go to Germany to infiltrate, targeting the British-occupied areas, I’ll give you the news when the time comes.”

“Yes, Commissar General.” Mercuro assured cheerfully, then picked up the phone, “Pick up Bureau Ten, go to Gatzner and select agents, the most professional and loyal females, they need to be proficient in both German and English.”

“Bureau one, forge an identity, Germany is still in chaos, it’s not a problem at the moment.” The setup was complete before Merkulov put the phone down and let out a long breath.

Located on the banks of the Danube River, Vienna was the capital and largest city of Austria, in fact, in terms of fame, for a long time, Vienna’s popularity was higher than that of Berlin, the capital of Germany.

Of course now Vienna and even the whole of Austria is in the middle of a nominal zonal occupation just like Germany, why nominal, because in addition to the Soviet Red Army on the Austrian soil, the armies of the United States, Britain and France can only be said to be there, but they are not worth mentioning compared to the Soviet Red Army.

Alan Wilson, like a hard-working bee, hoofed it to Vienna, and like Greece, the reason why Vienna was not fully occupied by the Soviet Union is also the result of Britain’s dedicated good offices, of course, in accordance with the development of history, all the fruits of the United States empire, who let the United Kingdom more and more pulling the crotch the further back it goes.

“The spy capital of the world!” Alan Wilson muttered Vienna in a long time after the war another name, after World War II because of Austria’s special neutral status, its capital, Vienna, also became the countries of the secret front to focus on the battlefield, the dark war did not stop for a moment, even more than the weight of the world’s music capital.

Vienna, of course, there are British foreign institutions, but very unfortunate, Vienna in the Soviet-occupied zone. The British-occupied zone, which was no smaller than the Soviet-occupied zone, was in the part of the country that was close to Slovenia.

In the streets of Vienna, one could see Soviet Red Army soldiers in twos and threes, as well as cowering Austrians, at a glance. It was in the midst of this environment that Alan Wilson, who had handed over a report to London that talked about Japan from Europe all the way to the Balkans, skimming over the Balkans alone, arrived in downtown Vienna.

“Alan, as you can see, the Austrians are afraid of the Soviets.” Hunter, the embassy driver who had come to pick up Alan Wilson, gestured at the scene before him.

“You mustn’t forget that Hitler was Austrian. The Austrians are Germanic too, and they’re not innocent at all.” Alan Wilson said without changing his face, “I have heard that during the war, the Austrians spoke of the great Germany when they spoke. Only in front of the Soviets did they emphasize that they were Austrians? What is this for? When you lose a war, you skim off the top!”

If it hadn’t been so late in the day, Alan Wilson would not have stopped in Vienna at all, but would have continued southward to reach the British-occupied zone. Unfortunately, although the war was over and the world really could not be called peaceful, he could only temporarily stay in Vienna to rest for a few moments before continuing on to his destination.

Even before he could familiarize himself with the diplomats at the British Embassy, the Soviets were already on his doorstep, and true to Soviet Occupation, every move in Vienna was in the eyes of the Soviets.

“We look to the future, seek common ground, and the great glory of victory over Germany belongs to the Red Army of the Soviet Union.” Allen Wilson took out no less than the Austrian change of face, in front of the others, Allen Wilson imperialist spokesman heavy-handed, in the face of the Soviets he did just as coy.

The image of a mature and sophisticated diplomat leaps off the page!