Chapter 53: Put down your suitcase and talk well

(Yesterday's third update, in fact, I just fell asleep sleepily on Christmas Eve, I wish you book friends a Merry Christmas, well, today is also the day when the Soviet Union officially announced its dissolution and the socialist movement entered a low ebb.) )

Employees working at the Pentagon and the White House today felt a tense atmosphere, and the security guards with police dogs paced back and forth with serious expressions. It's as if the Soviet Army has captured the East Coast of the United States and is preparing to land in Washington, D.C., and they will wait for the Soviet Red Army to wave its flag and shout like the last SS honor guard guarding the Capitol.

In addition to checking the work card, everyone had to open the briefcase for testing until it was confirmed that there was no radioactive material in it before they could pass through the security check, and some employees complained that the security facilities at the White House were a bit of a fuss, but after seeing the powerful MP5 submachine gun in the hands of the fierce-eyed guard, they obediently chose to shut up. Although no one wants to go to work and be censored as a Soviet spy, no one wants to try the taste of 9mm bullets.

Not only Washington, but also airports, train stations, and subway stations across the United States have strengthened their security defenses, as if the Soviets had infiltrated major cities in the United States and were preparing to detonate the red mercury nuclear bomb, the nerves of the US government were extremely tense, and those immigrants with a strong Russian accent when they opened their mouths were unlucky, and they were listed as key targets of surveillance by the FBI and the immigration bureau, and were summoned and investigated at any time. All of a sudden, the United States was on the brink of perhaps the most intense preparations for war since the Cuban Missile Crisis.

Unlike the tense atmosphere in the United States, Bush's announcement to the world of the signing of a friendly coexistence agreement with the Soviet Union made people in the third world breathe a sigh of relief, and the leaders of other countries said that this was another victory for peace. It's just that who didn't pay attention to why the United States signed a friendly agreement with the Soviet Union for no reason, of course, only a small group of high-level people who knew it well had bitter words.

The whole world watched the two superpowers' every move, and after meeting at the negotiating table in Munich, the two enemies, Bush and Yanayev, once again focused their eyes on the conference table in Moscow and shook hands. Kennedy and Khrushchev also sat together to discuss the peace agreement, only the hands behind them quietly clenched the red buttons.

This was Bush's first visit to the Soviet Union in 1991, and the Soviet side also gave the Bush delegation enough face, not only sending fighter planes to escort the troops, but also deploying powerful armored units at Moscow International Airport. Anyone who gets off the plane and sees the entire armored force will be frightened and will be under house arrest by the military of another country, and Brent will be a little weak when he sees the scene of the steel forest when he gets off the plane.

Bush, who has long been dealing with wars, missiles, nuclear weapons, and the red polar bears that liberate the world, shrugged his shoulders helplessly, saying that he had become accustomed to the simple and crude thinking of the Soviet Union.

As soon as he got off the plane, Bush was warmly received by Yanayev, who stood beside him and shook hands with him in a friendly manner, allowing reporters to take photos of the supreme leaders of the two superpowers, who had faced each other for more than 70 years, shaking hands and making peace, signaling to the whole world that the meeting of peaceful coexistence would make a good start.

The tracks of the camouflage army-green BMP infantry chariot guarding both sides of the presidential seat began to turn, heading in the direction of the Kremlin, and the Hind helicopter hovering at low altitude drove forward, and the stars and moons surrounded Bush's special car, as if it was the president of the Soviet Union sitting inside. Of course, the Americans in the car seemed to be a different matter, and it felt like an escorted prisoner to the prison was uncomfortable.

Presidential adviser Brent watched the steel giants surrounding his escort with dissatisfaction, and the infantry chariots sprayed with black exhaust fumes were a symbol of backwardness and barbarism in his eyes, and the weapons of war in the United States loaded with high-end electronic equipment could turn these rough-looking and ugly-looking monsters into a pile of scrap metal at any time.

Thinking of this, Brent felt a sense of pride in his heart, and the chariots around him were all inferior toys, only rationed to them before and after the saddle. But Brent, who was at ease, certainly wouldn't know which soldiers were looking at him with hatred, and if it weren't for loyalty to the Supreme Leader's orders, all four 30mm machine guns would have been aimed at the Americans in the car, and then there would be a bloody scene.

But they were communist fighters, and with indelible faith they followed the supreme instructions of the party organization.

The presidential car drove Bush into the Kremlin, and the two got out of the car at the same time, and under the protection of layers of strict guards, Yanayev and Bush walked side by side into the Kremlin gate. It's just that Bush asked with some puzzlement, "Could it be that the Soviet Union used this specification to receive foreign guests?" ”

"Oh, not exactly." After a pause, Yanayev turned to Bush and said, "Decades of hostility and indoctrination of confrontational hatred have always cultivated a group of extremist figures." Maybe when I shook hands with President Bush, there was an extremist who was ready to assassinate the President of the United States, but I did this for the sake of your safety. ”

Yanayev's remark was threatening, and the presidential advisers around Bush could not help but change their faces, and looked at the Soviet president with some indignation, but because of the soldiers with Kalashnikov rifles around them, they had no choice but to suppress the momentum of attack.

"So today let's dissolve the hatred that has been held for so many years and re-establish a new order. Remove your hand from the briefcase of the nuclear bomb launcher and place it on the signing document of the peace agreement. ”

Hearing the briefcase, Bush's eyelids jumped subconsciously, and an ominous premonition arose. He was eager to ask Yanayev whether the Soviet Union had developed a red mercury nuclear bomb, but to say so would be tantamount to the United States showing cowardice, and then the negotiating table would be even more passive.

Representatives of both sides sat down in the conference room and began consultations on issues surrounding Vantaa. Bush noticed that two of Yanayev's entourage were carrying black suitcases and were looking like they were waiting for battle. This made Bush a little restless, and his attention was always distracted by the suitcase, trying to know what was inside.

Bush's performance Yanayev has all in mind, and it is obvious that the red mercury scheme has made the top leader of the United States restless, and the next thing he is to continue to add a handful of firewood to Bush to make a compromise in the negotiations, so as to gain more initiative in the bargaining chips of the Vantaa deal.

Yanayev cleared his throat and began to speak, "President Bush, I think the US ambassador to the Soviet Union, Matlock, has already told you the terms of our negotiations this time. Vantaa, a financial fraudster with a bad track record, still holds a position as a senior CIA official, which makes me not very trusting of the US government. But it doesn't matter to us anymore, I wonder how much the U.S. government is willing to pay this ransom to save your secret insiders? ”

Yanayev tilted his head slightly, glanced at Brent, the presidential adviser beside him, and after seeing the contempt in the other man's eyes, he only put on an undeniable smile.

"Or do you have no intention of trading?"