"When I was not in the country, the work of the General Directorate of Military Administration continued as usual, and every month I wrote a summary report! I can see it in Berlin just as well! Serov looked at his subordinates and set the tone for the operation of the General Directorate of Military Administration.

After the meeting, Serov took out a pile of blank paper, on which were all his own sketches, this was not Serov's own stinky fart, and the paintings on it were not vases or anything like that, they were all military equipment, including J-7E fighters, T64 tanks and T72 tanks, which have not yet appeared, but are not yet advanced weapons in the future.

The data of these weapons are marked on the sides of all sketches, and of course, the payment is indispensable, just for reference! Isenmutny was recruited and the sketches were categorized, "Sketches of airplanes were sent to the MiG Design Bureau, tanks were sent to the Kharkov Morozov Mechanical Design Bureau, helicopters and the like were sent to the Miri Design Bureau!" ”

"Director, you designed all of this?" Itsengtny looked at Serov's works one by one as if she had discovered a new world, and I have to say that the recent sketching course has not been studied in vain, at least it seems to be so.

"I drew it, didn't you see the one next to it just for reference?" At this time, Serov had to hide his fame and fame, and if he had lived in the United States, he might have made a fortune with these things. But the environment in the Soviet Union is different, and there is basically no possibility of becoming a rich man, unless the Soviet Union collapses.

Only these weapons that are not very advanced in later generations, Serov can guarantee the authenticity of them, how can too advanced weapons such as F22 fighters, and specific parameters be seen by ordinary people, and they have not been in actual combat and cannot even speculate.

"Do you want to sign it? Otherwise, it may not attract attention! Isemoteni put all the sketches away.

"No need, just go to the chief designer of the design bureau and give them something! What about putting my name on it? I'm not the chief designer either, so I don't need an extra income! Serov refused without even thinking about it, the honor of these Soviet-made weapons should have belonged to their original chief designer. He himself took it out in advance just to make these design bureaus take fewer detours, and he didn't specifically take them out for plagiarism.

This is just a normal thing for Serov, like working hard to earn money and not spending your mind on robbery. The credit for the appearance of these weapons should belong to their original designers, and not to Serov, who cheated on memory. The right path is inherently open, and there is no need to take the crooked path of plagiarism. Is it something that is capitalist? Serov has to think again.

Recently, the body and consciousness have become more and more consistent, and it is already very happy, a very healthy body and a strong brain, even if Serov is given a mountain of gold, he will not change it, he is not short of money, and there is time to scavenge from the whole world.

For the rest of the half a month, Serov basically spent the time of traveling, the difference is that ordinary people take one woman with him, he brings two, "Sometimes I think, I should be a very incompetent man, and I still need my own woman to go out to work?" ”

Why? Doesn't it mean that men and women are equal? Valya, who was holding Serov's arm, smiled brightly, she hadn't played so easily for a while, and let her enjoy such a relaxed atmosphere very much, "You have been very good to me, do you want to raise me to be a noblewoman?" The pennant of the city hall testifies to it......"

Serov almost laughed when he heard the pennant testify, and he didn't know how the selection of model couples came out, was it according to Saudi standards? Serov deserves it, after all, he didn't marry four wives openly.

"I'm just a little bit better than the average Soviet man!" Serov is also not modest, compared to the average Soviet man, Serov's qualities can be said to be bright.

The reason why there is a discrepancy between the two about men is that among the men that Valya knows, Serov is an outlier, and his attitude towards women is completely different from that of ordinary Soviet men. And Serov's attitude was brought from China, and being good to women is itself right, and there is no reason. He didn't feel that he had anything wrong with being too good to women, it was like he was hungry and wanted to eat, it was pure instinct.

"Don't be too anxious if you have problems at work in Kyiv, if you have any problems that can't be solved, you can find me!" On the platform of the train station, Serov grabbed the last time to ink, "The most important thing is that the work is smooth, if you are not happy with the work, come back!" The country has me to contribute, you just have to contribute to me at home......"

Valya, who had been instilled with fallacies, nodded frequently, and even though Serov's words were all ignored, the woman still listened with an obedient attitude, and she knew that this was a sign that Serov loved her. In the end, he hugged Valya in his arms, was stunned for a moment, and then pulled Yelena next to him over and hugged him, "I'm going abroad, you two are safe, I'm not afraid of anything......"

Because Serov took the KGB's mission to Berlin, he asked Yelena to follow Valya to Ukraine, and today he actually came to send two people.

"Be careful when you go to Berlin, you have a few more internal police officers with you!" Valya leaned close to Serov's ear and said, "I'm afraid that the Americans will trouble you because of the Hungarian affairs......"

"Only I kill people, no one can kill me!" Serov patted the woman on the back, looked at the already empty platform and urged, "Okay! Let's get in the car and go back to Ukraine to see our parents and our daughter......"

Until the train disappeared from sight, Serov, who looked like a sculpture, lit a cigarette, turned around and said, "I've been very happy lately, and usually when I'm happy, there are always unhappy things looking for me!" Go to Berlin tonight, count them out of luck! ”

When it comes to confrontation at the national level, there is no such thing as a lone hero in the movie, Serov took more than 100 people from the 4th and 11th divisions, including translators, internal staff, field service, police and camouflage specialists.

When they got off the train from Berlin, the procession to receive Serov and his party was equally large, the team of the Ministry of State Security of the German Democratic Republic was already waiting at the train station, and the German counterparts in light gray military uniforms stood in a row, and the leader was tall and serious.

"Head of the 3rd Main Directorate of the State Security Committee of the USSR, Yuri Yefimovich Serov, with the rank of lieutenant general!" Serov could not hide the shock in his heart, this was the first time he had seen a person who was already a lieutenant general at the same young age as himself.

"Markus Wolff, Head of the General Directorate of Foreign Intelligence of the Ministry of State Security and Foreign Intelligence of the German Democratic Republic, hello, Comrade Serov, welcome to Berlin!" Markus Wolff's slender eyes flickered a hint of color, clearly curious about Serov.

The handshake between Serov and Wolf meant that the KGB of the Soviet Union and the German Stasi would join forces in the Berlin crisis.