This task is very heavy, and someone must come out as a scapegoat, so Vasilyev, the head of the intelligence department of the Main Directorate of National Security of the NKVD, can only use the fallen Kulik as a scapegoat. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The Marshal of the Soviet Union was not so noble that a single movement could slaughter them all.

He wasn't as valuable as he thought.

"Comrade Vasilyev, didn't you ask me to take over the case? I guess I can't easily draw any conclusions until I'm done questioning Marshal Cookley, can I? Wang Liang knew what the director of the intelligence department was thinking, so he replied.

"Okay, you go ahead and ask." Vasilyev was a little upset and made a gesture of invitation to Wang Liang.

"Go on, Marshal Cookley." Wang Liang said to the marshal disapplauded.

"It wasn't long before the faint but irritating sound of the auditory nerves caused by the night breeze blowing against the curtains and window frames finally woke me up, and, of course, the biting cold wind. I opened my eyes and looked as far as I could see, trying to figure out what was making the disturbing noise. The night light in the wall 20 centimeters above the ground pointed me in the direction, and the unclear light was just right to illuminate the room so that I could see it clearly. ”

"Oh, damn it, the wind blew the window open, so I got up and went to close it. But at this point, it occurred to me that I had closed all the windows in the bedroom when I got back to the bedroom, and had double-checked the latches on each window to make sure it was tightly closed. So I suspect that it was at this time that someone rummaged into my bedroom, conjuring up the scene in my sleep, and my head buzzed. Cookley described it vividly.

Wang Liang's head was a little big when he heard it, and it was true that he knew Russian, but it was commonly known at that time, but many of the words that Cookley said were a little unfamiliar.

Clearly, this cultured old man was showing off his literary talent.

Fortunately, Wang Liang's brain was sufficient, and he generally understood what Marshal Cookley was trying to express.

"Well, go on, I'll listen carefully." Wang Liang said again.

"I was so anxious that I ran to turn on the ceiling light on the ceiling and saw that the notebook on the desk was opened. And those two pages of top-secret information in the notebook are missing! After that, I calmed down and ran to call the guards, and that's what happened after that. Cookley recounted with palpitations, apparently painful from the experience.

Wang Liang analyzed it, although Cookley's narration was very exaggerated, but judging from his expression and the logic of the whole process, he was not lying.

But there is also the possibility that he had prepared such a statement for the interrogation.

However, the possibility of this is almost zero.

As an expert, if he wants to steal information, will he still take this two ways?

If you get yourself into the pit, you won't even be able to save your life.

"Marshal, have you lost anything other than those two pages in your notebook?" Wang Liang asked again.

"I don't know, I didn't check anything else, because as soon as I saw that the classified documents were missing, I was stupid and immediately called the guards. After that, I was taken to this place and imprisoned, and I never went back. Cookley shrugged his shoulders and said he didn't know.

Wang Liang sighed, are these people from the Soviet Intelligence Service pigs?

I didn't ask about this thing, obviously I just wanted to make this case an unjust, false and wrongful case, and confused the past.

"Let's go, I'll take you to the villa, and you check carefully, what is missing." Wang Liang got up and said to Marshal Cookley.

"Comrade Wang Liang, this, I'm afraid this is not good. It can basically be concluded that it is a play directed and acted by Cookley, so there is no need to toss it so much, right? Vasilyev advised Wang Liang.

"Comrade Vasilyev, did Comrade Stalin tell you so? I should have the power to investigate, right? Perhaps tomorrow, when I meet Comrade Stalin, I should report to him on the process of your investigation of the case, and see if he will be angry. ”

Wang Liang's impression of this intelligence chief Vasilyev is extremely bad, is this his fucking comrade?

I know that I framed my comrades and engaged in some unjust, false and wrongful cases, fuck you.

Since he had such an attitude, Wang Liang simply moved Comrade Stalin out to see if he was cowardly.

A little colonel is beeping with himself, and he doesn't know what his last name is.

"Oh, no, Comrade Wang Liang, I didn't mean that, you please investigate, I won't interfere. But please don't tell Comrade Stalin that we were negligent in the process of investigating the case..."Vasilyev hurriedly chased after Wang Liang's ass and explained, obviously he was afraid.

Fear of the authority of the leader.

Return to Villa 16.

Cookley scrutinized the contents of his room.

This room is 80 square meters in size and has a bathroom in addition to the bedroom.

Cookley lives here all year round, so there are quite a few items in it.

Cookley needs to check and verify one by one.

Obviously, this will take a long time.

Perhaps the air in the room was a little bad, or perhaps he was in a depressed mood, Vasilyev withdrew from the room and chose to smoke outside the villa.

At this moment, there was only one assistant (a Soviet lieutenant officer) brought by Wang Liang, Kukli and Vasilyev.

"Hey, Lieutenant, I'm thirsty, go pour me a glass of water." Wang Liang instructed the lieutenant.

"I'm sorry, I can't get the marshal out of my sight, please go yourself." The lieutenant refused.

"Lieutenant, I don't think you figured it out, I'm a special military adviser to the Soviet Union, with the rank of lieutenant colonel, and I'm your commander. What I said just now was not a request, but an order, you know? Execute the command. Wang Liang's tone suddenly became cold, are the people in this National Security Bureau so ignorant?

"Yes." The lieutenant was stunned by Wang Liang's toughness, and hurriedly exited the room to pour water.

At this time, only Cook and Wang Liang were left in the room.

"Marshal, I suppose now you can tell me what the drawings are, right?" Wang Liang asked this question during the interrogation just now, but Cookley was very evasive and never said it.

Wang Liang's feeling is that Vasilyev also knows what the drawings are, but he just hides them from himself.

This piqued Wang Liang's curiosity even more, and made him more eager to figure out what exactly was worth looking for in such a crazy area of the Soviets.