May 1, Kremlin, late at night. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Now the hands on the watch are pointing to the eleven o'clock position. The time has finally come.

According to what is said on this drawing...... It's time for the changing of the guard......" Izazinka read out the infrared flashlight as she looked at the dozen pieces of information I had given in her hand.

These fifteen pages are illustrated and illustrated. It is no exaggeration to say that with this map, any special forces can steal from the Kremlin and escape safely.

"I don......'t understand," Granzang asked, scratching his head and quizzingly, "Comrade Commander...... Where did you get this detailed information? ”

Indeed, if I were alone, I would not have been able to make such a detailed map of the Kremlin's night patrol and defense, because I did not have such a detailed understanding of the Kremlin's defense.

Of course, I wouldn't tell him that all this information was provided by the German von Felden. As the head of Kremlin affairs, the man who was in charge of Lomanov's life, von Felden certainly knew all this.

――At the end of the funeral, I suddenly stopped von Felden in the parking lot. The bodyguards around him were trying to chase me away, but von Felden held out a hand to stop them.

"Huh? Is it Comrade Mark? He looked at me in surprise and asked, "Excuse me, if you're looking for Comrade Prime Minister......

"I'm not looking for Lomanov," I interrupted von Felden's tirade stiffly, "I'm here for you, Comrade Felden." ”

We walked to a remote corner. The environment here is very empty, and there is no surveillance equipment around, which is suitable for some conspiracy activities.

"What's the matter, Comrade Mark? I'm in a hurry,......," von Felden said, looking at his watch.

I sighed and said: "I'm going to kill Lomanov, you should be the best ally." ”

At this moment, Felden was pulling a cigarette out of his pocket. Hearing the second half of what I said, he was so frightened that he dropped his lighter and cigarette on the ground.

"Comrade Mark...... Don't tease me, what are you kidding......" Felden broke out in a cold sweat as he snorted and retreated, trying to get out of here. When it comes to retreating, this is not a clever approach at all.

"You hate Lomanov too, right?" I came up with a sentence for no apparent reason, "Since we have a common enemy, why don't we turn enemies into friends?" ”

I think I got to the bottom of Felden's heart. He froze for a moment, then stopped.

"Yes, we are allies. Of course, you can deny me that you have other ideas. But if you really have other ideas, your nephew has already set an example, hasn't he? ”

"You!" Felden glared at me and roared, "How do you know! ”

"People who don't even know about this shouldn't be qualified to mention 'killing Lomanov', right?" Leaning against a pillar, I said in a brisk tone, "After the Prime Minister returned from Morocco, he did rehabilitate his adoptive father, and he did plan to revisit the 'February Mutiny'...... But none of this seems to have anything to do with us. Since then, there has been no follow-up to the 'retrial'. If you didn't get involved in politics in order to get Comrade Prime Minister to keep his promise and abandon his countless comrades-in-arms in the front-line troops......"

"Say no more!" Felden interrupted with a roar, "I'm not that foolish nephew! Obviously, his father's life and death are uncertain, and he is still working for one of the murderers! They're all stupid! ”

"Ah, so to speak...... Surely you don't think you're stupid? I sneered sarcastically, "I also despise Comrade Ian's values, but he is using the blood of the enemy to win glory for the safety and glory of the motherland; What about you? Dear Colonel Felden? With the blood of the Hero of the Fatherland and Lomanov's opponents, to add glory to Lomanov's selfish desires? ”

"You ......," Felden was powerless to refute.

"What's your ex's name?" I asked.

"Ex?" Felden didn't react, and his mind was crossed with a jumbled thought.

"You're so forgetful, you're the last head of the Kremlin Ministry. It seems to be called ...... Yurrich? I asked myself, "Tell me, how did he die?" ”

"This ......," Felden was about to speak, but I could see that he knew the "truth".

"Well, you're going to say it's a car accident. But we all know that this is the usual 'reward system' used by Comrade Lomanov," I added, "and the gift is ready to be recycled." ”

"But I'm completely different from him......"

"It is indeed different, both in loyalty and in the length of his service," I replied again, interrupting his defense, "for twenty years of his devotion to Lomanov. Just because the assassination of the Crimean sanatorium before Lomanov's participation in the London conference was not done beautifully. In order to give me an explanation, you stepped forward and pushed Yurrich to his death. ”

"You're lying!" Felden shouted.

"You and I know whether we are lying or not," I said with a smile, "and the history is strikingly similar!" Last time Lomanov called a dozen KGB agents to kill me, and the result of the failure was that Yurrich took the blame and crashed headlong into a large truck; A full half of the artificial gods who came this time probably will also alarm the coalition headquarters, right? There are as many people like you who ask for him like a carp crossing the river, and you won't feel distressed if you throw away two of them to keep them secret, right? ”

It's so good that it finally touches the fear in Felden's heart. Felden was not the silent dog of Yurrich, who was more important than anything else.

"But...... What can you give me? After a struggle, Felden fell to his knees. After a while, he muttered, "What can you do for me?" How can I trust you? ”

"I can give you safety and find you a new, stronger tree to cling to; But your security can't be provided by me unilaterally, I need your assistance to get this done, it's as simple as that. I replied with a chuckle.

"What do you mean by that?" Felden looked up suspiciously, "What are your plans?" ”

"If tonight, Comrade Prime Minister is found guilty of suicide in his bedroom. In these extraordinary times when a new prime minister is undecided, you are the de facto ruler of the Soviet Union," I chuckled and said to Felden from a bird's-eye view, "even if the Politburo soon elects a new prime minister of the Soviet Union, this person will probably be the one who knows nothing about politics, Marshal Mosvenk, commander-in-chief of the coalition forces!" ”

Those who struggle with hesitation either fall deeper and deeper, or have a spirit of compliance. Felden was clearly the latter, though he didn't answer me.

I believe I can succeed because Felden's heart tells me that he is really afraid of death.

In the world I described to him, he seemed to have seen with his own eyes, and on his bright and purple future, the bottomless front was an endless ocean; I, on the other hand, handed him a boat at the most dangerous time. His only reaction was to be grateful to me.

"Well, I'll give you a chance to think about it," I said back to him as I was leaving, "and at five o'clock in the afternoon, take out the night map of the Kremlin tonight and place it under the statue of Gelnianka at the helm south of the Central Theater of the Red Army." If you don't come...... Don't worry, I'll be sweeping your grave often. ”――

"What a heinous bastard Felden is! Guardsman! Lomanov's roar rang out in the room. It seems that the time has come.

Pushing the door in, Lomanov did not realize that I had been replaced, and was still yelling at me angrily: "Get Felden for me!" ”

"No need," I said, taking off my big-brimmed hat and the guard's uniform, "you better care about yourself." I'm Makjebka, but I'm here to collect my debts. ”

Lomanov looked up suddenly, and when we met each other, my eyes flashed with a pair of brilliant key-shaped patterns.

I walked around my desk to Lomanov's side and pulled out the disc from the main computer case, along with the gun in the left drawer. Lomanov's right hand slowly retracted, moving farther and farther away from the alarm button on the right side of his desk. During this time, Lomanov remained motionless and could only stare at me.

"Don't stare at it. The ten guards in the monitoring room, the twenty-five guards on this floor were all anesthetized, and the monitoring probes were all destroyed by me. They won't wake up until tomorrow," I said softly, "so no one can save you." If you want to survive, you can only cooperate with me. ”

"What did you do to me?" Lomanov questioned, "If you let me go now, I promise that I will not be held accountable......"

"I'm really afraid," I sarcastically said, "that my adoptive father died, and that sixty-three of his men would accompany him to be punished; What about you? A man died in the Kremlin, no one knew, no one found out. The murderer is your most trusted secretary and the adopted son of your 'best friend', and even when you die, Marshal Mosvenck, who you valued most during your lifetime, will step on your corpse and get a piece of the pie! Stability is paramount, so he won't help you get revenge. ”

"I don't have anything to say now," Lomanov let out a sneer from his nostrils, "do it?" What are you waiting for? ”

Suddenly, Lomanov grabbed a pen and plunged it into his palm.

"Want to die? Don't be in a hurry, I'll wait for you to tell me the truth," I said to Lomanov with a smile, "why did I become like this?" Did you kill me because you know my true identity? Does it have anything to do with who I am? ”

"You're curious." Lomanov bared his teeth in pain, but still refused to speak.

This time, the pen pierced Lomanov's thigh directly, and blood spurted straight out.

"For the sake of my adoptive father's poor eyesight," I said, "for the other sixty-three poor creatures who have fantasies about you. ”

"You're dreaming!" Lomanov roared angrily, "If I say it, I will not escape death!" ”

"Well, then now, I'm not going to threaten you with your life anymore," I looked into Lomanov's eyes, watching him raise the pen and point it at his own neck, "this time it's a little more direct." Who is my biological father? ”

"I don't know, and I won't answer if I know!" Lomanov roared, "But I believe that one of your families is a devil!" ”

One time...... Double-click...... Three times ...... Everywhere...... I don't remember how many times Lomanov stabbed himself. To be able to directly bend the tip of the gold pen, the force used should be not small, right?

"It's miserable...... I didn't look back, looked out the window and smiled, "What is it for this time?" I want to think about it...... Well, probably...... Soviet fairness, and justice, right? ”

Lomanov was not yet breathless, and a bloody hand was slowly stretched out in my direction. I didn't turn my head before I reached out and high-fived him.

"I know what you're going to say," I chuckled, "Darsha has nothing to do with our business, she won't know the truth about it. ”