Chapter 328 Reality is always so magical and funny!
East Germany!
No, there is no such concept now. Since the Berlin Wall was pushed down, reunification has been achieved, which is also considered to be the decline of Soviet influence in a certain sense.
But in the eyes of ordinary people in both East and West Germany, the other side was a heretic.
It will take some time for the two extreme cultures to merge...
At this time, the walls of the "Soviet-German Friendship" house in Dresden were covered with dirt. When you wake up every morning, you can even see feces stuck to it.
If you know the history of intelligence, you know that this is the East German station of the KGB. It once affected the entire Europe, but now...
snap…
Mikhail Sergeyevich Godot lit a cigarette for himself and smelled the cheap smell. He looked tired, with scarlet eyes and unshaven beard, and looked at the staff in front of him. , "Don't worry, I will definitely give you this month's salary..."
"How can we not be anxious? My children need milk powder, my eldest son needs to study, and I am the only one working in the whole family. I have to make money. I can't let them starve to death, director!"
A thin-eyed man said excitedly, "This is already the third month. We haven't received salary from the country for three months. We might as well defect to Germany!"
As soon as these words came out.
Mikhail Sergeyevich Godot raised his head and frowned, "Nikita, you have to understand what you are talking about, do you want to betray the KGB!"
The man opposite actually regretted it after he said it. Is it okay to say this?
The colleague next to him pulled his shoulder hard to signal him to stop talking nonsense. The other person hurriedly explained to Gordo, "Director, Nikita is just too anxious."
Taking a deep breath, Mikhail Sergeyevich Godot opened the drawer and took out an envelope, which was a little stuffed. He put it on the table and handed it over, "You guys can take it here and share it first." , I will supervise the situation in China, don’t worry, I won’t leave you without food.”
Several staff members looked at each other, and finally took it bravely, nodded towards him, and pushed Nikita away who still wanted to speak.
"Hey~"
Mikhail Sergeyevich Godot sighed. Of course he knew what was going on in the country, and he even bluntly said that maybe... those bastards had long forgotten about him and others!
Who cares about the news coming back from Europe?
They only care about how much they can get from the oligarchs and how much those businessmen can swallow up state-owned enterprises.
After finishing the cheap cigarette in his mouth, Mikhail Sergeyevich Godot got up and put on his clothes, took out a box from the drawer, wiped the national emblem on it, stuffed it into his pocket, and walked out office.
Driving his classic car, he came to a pawn shop with ease. This was owned by an Armenian, and of course at this time, he was still called a Soviet.
Hearing the movement at the door, the boss who was busy inside raised his head. When he saw Mikhail Sergeyevich Godot, he looked helpless and said, "Man, I don't have much money to lend you."
The KGB director looked a little embarrassed for a moment.
He shook his head and took out the box from his pocket, "Chernenko, I want to sell you something. You can see how much it costs."
The other party nodded and reached out to take it. He was startled when he saw the national emblem on it. After opening it, he saw a medal lying quietly.
"This is the Gold Medal of the Hero of the Soviet Union. My father received it in the Battle of the Dnieper. I want to... pawn him."
The pawn shop owner Chernenko looked at his old buddy. In fact, the two were very familiar with each other and had served in the army at the same time. But later, one chose to retire and the other chose to continue.
"How much do you want to be?"
"$30,000!"
Chernenko raised his eyelids and looked up at each other. The two looked at each other in the air. He saw a trace of flinching in the eyes of this nicknamed "tough guy"?
"Twenty thousand...is okay."
Chernenko sighed in his heart. The pleading eyes of his comrades made him feel very uncomfortable. The once high-spirited young man was now...
He polished off the medal of Hero of the Soviet Union and said, "Just 30,000 US dollars."
Mikhail Sergeyevich Godot's face was happy and he opened his mouth, "Thank you."
These two words are so bitter.
Chernenko took out the U.S. dollars from the safe, stuffed them into a bag, and handed them to the other party.
"What do you want so much money for? Can you tell me?" he asked suddenly.
Mikhail Sergeyevich Godot smiled and said, "The unit has not paid wages. I will give one to the staff."
This confused Chernenko.
Isn’t the payment of wages a matter of state?
Who are you?
Do you also pay wages? !
He was a little lost in thought and looked at his comrades, "Is it necessary?"
Mikhail Sergeyevich Godot was silent for a moment, "My mission is not over yet, and my country has not called me back yet."
this…
"Thank you!" The KGB director took the money and paused when he walked to the door. "Please treat it kindly."
After that, he left.
Chernenko looked at the gold medal in his hand with a complicated expression, "Your country doesn't love you, Gordo."
Then I saw it was thrown away very casually, really casually, this was 30,000 US dollars!
The medal fell into an iron box and became stained with rust, and the sunlight stopped abruptly.
And around the Medal of Heroes of the Soviet Union…
It was filled with various medals.
The Patriotic War Medal, the Suvorov Medal, the Kutuzov Medal, the Victory Medal... everything you need to know can be found in this iron box.
But now...
They are all like scraps of copper and iron, lying here in silence, quietly waiting for the torrent to push forward.
Just then, the lucky cat at the door suddenly called again. Chernenko looked up and saw two... Latin American-looking people walked in.
"Hello, sir, how can I help you?"
"Are those medals for sale?" One of them pointed to the iron box and asked.
Chernenko raised his eyebrows, but didn't speak.
The other person took out the box in his hand, opened it, and there were stacks of US dollars.
At least hundreds of thousands of US dollars.
But Chernenko frowned, always feeling that the other party had bad intentions.
"Sir, our company is fair and just. Either take the money or take the bullet." The other party took out a gun and pointed it at him.
"Don't... don't shoot!" Chernenko raised his hand and readily agreed to give them all the medals.
"Thank you, this is your payment, goodbye."
The two men left directly without hesitation.
Looking at the box of money, Chernenko's face tightened.
Mikhail Sergeyevich Godo returned to the office of the "Soviet-German Friendship House" and just opened the door, he saw a man sitting inside!
He was wearing a suit and holding a magazine in his hand. When he heard the voice, he turned his head and stood up with a smile, "Good afternoon, Mr. Godo."
"Who are you! Why are you here!!!!"
Godo's expression suddenly changed, and he took out a gun and pointed it at him.
This is his own office. Not to mention that there are many secret documents in it, it is also a confidential place.
"My name is Augustin Przewicz, maybe you have heard of my name."
The name flashed through Godot's mind, and his eyes widened suddenly, "Mexican Northern Army!"
"It seems that I am also a little famous." Augustin Przewicz smiled, "I have no ill intentions, our views and camps are consistent, kill the Americans, right?"
Is this called a little famous?
Augustin Przewicz is now considered the soul of the Northern Army's intelligence department. He has led many major events, especially the domestic intelligence agencies in Europe and the United States. Many people in the CIA died in it, and even the director of North American affairs was killed. It is said that someone in the black market offered him a reward of 20 million US dollars. The person is anonymous, but you can think about it with your ass and know who did it.
"How did you get in!"
"As long as we want to go, there is no place we can't go."
This made Godot laugh, "Then why don't you go to the White House, but come to me?!"
"How do you know there are no people from us in the White House?" Augustin Przewicz smiled.
Mikhail Sergeyevich Godot was silenced.
"I know that your KGB office in East Germany has encountered some troubles. The general can't bear to see the bravest soldiers lose their dreams because of practical problems. He is willing to help you. We can sponsor you, including salary and benefits will be the best in the world!"
Godo doesn't believe that there is any pie in the sky. A Mexican warlord comes to you and says, I will give you money. Is he bored?
"Don't worry, we just hope to have more real comrades on the road to fighting hegemony. Of course, you can also think of this as an outsourcing mechanism. We hope to use the power of the KGB to find out valuable intelligence for us."
Outsourcing? !
Is there any such operation?
Treat the KGB East German office as an intelligence dealer?
"Your salary is the same as ours, 13 salaries a year. In addition, you can have 1 million rubles of funds every month, which you can use at will. What do you think?" Augustin Przewicz directly quoted the price.
1 million rubles, which is equivalent to 900,000 at that time!
But now it is depreciating every day, and by the end of the year, it may not be the case.
Mikhail Sergeyevich Godo looked at the other party with a gloomy face, without saying anything. At this moment, he suddenly heard footsteps behind him. He turned his head and saw more than a dozen staff members approaching, and everyone was looking at him.
"Director, agree to him."
Godo's heart suddenly turned cold.
He looked at Augustin Przewicz and gritted his teeth, "You Mexicans are really powerful."
"It's not us who are powerful, it's money, power, and life."
Of course, Augustin Przewicz couldn't come directly to the door. He bribed everyone around him and forced him to abdicate. If he didn't obey...
Godo himself understood that he might not be able to get out alive.
KGB, KGB, always said to be powerful, but in the past few years, it has long been degenerated. Speaking of it, faith has collapsed.
"I sent 300,000 rubles to your family..." Augustin Przewicz's words made Mikhail Sergeyevich Godon's back bend.
He looked up at his subordinates and nodded slightly bitterly.
"Don't feel bad, at least we are all fighting against the United States, right? By the way, there is another gift for you."
Augustin Przewicz took out a box and took out the Soviet Hero Medal from it. Godon's expression was very interesting.
The former walked over, put the medal on him in the other's eyes, patted his shoulder, and said with a smile, "Our leader once said that honor is the life of a soldier. When honor is worthless, it is the sorrow of society and the nation. We can't let the people fighting on the front line bleed and cry. Don't worry, in the future, we are Davarish!"
This sentence almost made Godot, who was under pressure, cry.
He is 40 years old this year. He has witnessed the rise and prosperity of the Soviet Union, and also witnessed its decline, and may even witness his death. This man has too much on his shoulders.
"Davarish."
Mikhail Sergeyevich Godot said this word softly. How long has it been since he heard it?
"The money will be in the account soon, but it is said that the KGB is one of the four major intelligence agencies. I want to see it. I wonder if it's okay?"
Augustin Przewicz handed over a piece of paper, "Name them according to the names on it. I hope to hear about their deaths."
Godo looked at it curiously, and his pupils suddenly shrank.
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In the waters of Mexico.
The USS Arleigh Burke is sailing.
This Burke-class destroyer, produced by Bath Iron Works, was launched less than two years ago. It was originally in sea training and was not even taken to play in the Gulf War.
But this time, the military wants to blockade the Mexican waters, so they want to let him come out first, little darlings!
Let everyone see the power of the US Navy!
It is indeed awesome, 1×MK-45 five-inch 54-caliber naval gun plus 12× eight-mounted MK-41 vertical launch system, which can be loaded with standard SM-2 air defense missiles, Tomahawk cruise missiles, vertical launch rocket-assisted torpedoes, etc.
2 sorties of "Sea Hawk" anti-submarine helicopters.
It has strength in both long-range and short-range combat.
It is simply a moving muzzle.
Who is not scared when seeing this?
Captain Siegel Barros also thinks so. He issued an order for the warship to approach the designated waters by 60 nautical miles!
The adjutant panicked on the spot, "Sir, the Mexicans can see us at the dock."
"Just let them see, if we don't let them see, how can they feel fear and terror? The face lost by those idiots in the army has to be lost by us!"
The US military budget itself is limited, and the navy, army and air force are not happy with each other, just like the Japanese stags during World War II.
The Satsuma clan and the Choshu clan don't like each other.
"Yes!" The deputy captain responded.
Siegel Barros yawned, he suddenly felt a little sleepy, or even... addicted, he asked the other party to take care of it first, and he went back to the room, took out a bag of white powder from his bag, and started to smoke.
Don't be surprised...
Basic operation.
It's just taking drugs...
The United States is the largest drug user!
It is even rumored that the US president has taken drugs.
If the current social opinion is not "open" enough, Mexican drug dealers are planning to advertise in the Super Bowl, but it may be possible to achieve this wish soon.
One mouthful, ecstasy...
Two mouthfuls, face twitching!
Three mouthfuls, heart aching!
Siegel Barros suddenly felt a little out of breath, he gasped, stared, panic began to appear in his eyes, reached out to open the door, but his feet softened and fell to the ground twitching.
The whole person...
curled up like a shrimp, and then trembled!
After a while, his eyes were red and swollen, and he began to foam at the mouth.
Two or three minutes later, there was no movement.
Just at this time, the alarm sounded in the warship, and the door was slammed hard, "Sir, Sir, the radar detected a large number of aircraft!!"
No one responded inside.
Everyone outside was anxious, "Captain, Captain..."
After shouting twice, he was really panicked.
There is a war, your commander is gone, so many orders cannot be issued.
"Go find the spare key!"
When they opened the door, they saw Siegel Barros lying on the ground with his eyes wide open, and their scalps went numb.
What the hell? !
"Missile! Missile attack! Air defense!!!"
A panicked roar sounded from the horn inside the warship.
A gust of wind blew from nowhere, and the white powder on the table was blown away.
It also blew away the confidence of everyone present.
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