The meeting in Kyiv ended unhappily, but Theresa also received some definite information from the Ukrainian embassy personnel who had not yet evacuated, although it was not accurate, but the information from the British ambassador to Ukraine was clearly more reliable than the feedback from MI6 compared to first-hand information. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The plane back to London this afternoon has only half an hour left to leave this hellish place.

And a small tape recorder was sitting on the table in his lounge, which the Ukrainian ambassador had given himself with his own hands, and repeatedly emphasized that it contained a shocking conspiracy.

Teresa sat silently on the couch, staring at the small tape recorder in front of her, the last agent lurking in Moscow before she disappeared, and now seemed precious.

"This is Alex, MI6, codenamed Grey Fox."

"By the time you hear this, I may have died, Moscow, Moscow is planning a terrible conspiracy, and I will not be able to go to the embassy in Moscow, but I can only risk crossing the border line and trying my luck in Kyiv."

In the following intermittent narration, Teresa finally understood what secrets and conspiracies the Soviet Union was carrying out behind it.

2017 is destined to be a year that will go down in history. There seems to be no sign of the upheaval in Russia, and the attempt to purge the exploiting classes in the history of mankind will once again usher in a great attempt.

It's just that it doesn't have much to do with the already numb citizens of Moscow, at least, they don't have that kind of vision other than caring about themselves. The huge economic crisis and political turmoil have long since made them lose interest in the future of a country. In their eyes, President Vladimir did not bring the promised life. Russia's comprehensive strength is still struggling between quasi-second-rate countries, and if it were not for the desperate sale of oil and natural gas, perhaps Russia's future would be even worse than it is now.

On that day, however, the citizens of Moscow saw all sorts of strange trucks passing through the streets, as well as soldiers carrying Kalashnikovs to the Kremlin.

On their shoulders are the glittering insignia of the Red Army, a symbol of the indomitable fighting spirit.

Passing through the streets were Red Army soldiers with solemn faces and high morale.

Moscow has not seen such a figure for almost three decades.

For a moment, the older generation was reminded of the Chernobyl incident, the soldiers who shouted that we should not let the people go up.

Some looked at the out-of-place army with hostile eyes, and some who grew up in an atmosphere of democracy and freedom had a hostile attitude towards these red-glowing soldiers.

But then they couldn't laugh at all.

Military trucks are rushing to workers' housing quarters laden with soldiers and panicked watchmen, while the unlucky are the wealthy in high-end villas. Vicious soldiers dragged the workers out with 7.62 mm Kalashnikov rifles against their heads, and pulled them onto trucks amid the cries of their families.

How could the rich not be so lucky, they were dragged into the truck and then disappeared again. A week later a mass grave was reportedly found in the upper woods of the Moscow River, a significant part of which belonged to Russia's upper class, including Duma deputies and gas resource oligarchs.

To the horror of witnesses in Moscow, one or two terrifying robots with an unusually evil appearance, like minions of hell, are waiting for the capture. No one would be too frightened to move at the sight of these cold, four-legged metal monsters that were forever watching the world with their sensors.

As the spider-like multi-legged monster moved, the eyes of the creeping torso that gleamed with a red evil gaze swayed with its body, and its sharp claws embedded in the solid reinforced concrete, leaving a deep scratch.

Almost overnight, Moscow shut down all entertainment. The doors of the stock exchange were locked, the financial center was put to an end, and the people were overnight restored to the identity of the proletariat, driven to the factories to fight for the construction of socialism for the rest of their lives.

At first, the citizens were angry, but soon the angry voices subsided, and when they saw that only a shocking pool of blood was left behind after the demonstrations, everyone returned to a docile state overnight.

The return of the workers greatly accelerated the erection of the production line, and the flood of armor began to grow exponentially. The Moscow Research Institute was reopened, and the Romanovs gave the scientists the most generous support - a bunch of black technology documents from other points in time, as well as a large amount of money.

The Moscow government has only one request, to restore the level of armament strength of the Soviet army in 1965 in the shortest possible time.

Panic was accompanied by strange phenomena that soon spread across Russian soil. The people were surprised to find that the TV was a snowflake and would not be running, while the telephone was always in a busy state of filling, the mobile phone was also in a state of failure, and the tram on the road was drained and the power was stagnant.

A few days later, however, a group of Soviet troops with twin-barreled heavy tanks stormed the city and declared that they had taken over and imposed martial law.

Ulyanovsk, St. Petersburg, Smolensk, any of the brightly lit cities fell silent after the frequent presence of troops, until three weeks after the Moscow emergency, all of which had been overrun by heavily armed soldiers and terrifying robots!

The speed at which they took over the country was far greater than the speed at which others tried to resist. Although there were also small-scale "homeland defense battles", they were quickly broken down one by one, and some people raised their pistols without knowing what was going on, shouted allegiance to Yuri, and then committed suicide with their guns.

There was no revolt after that, and once they accepted that they had a job, food, a house to live in, but no private property, they became docile.

After all, aren't people fighting for such a breath just for the house and the stomach?

Substations, post offices, railway stations, engine factories, fiber factories, automobile factories, and many other factory departments were controlled by a snowballing increase in the number of soldiers in a short period of time, and the army carried out the orders of the higher authorities to "maintain order" and imposed martial law.

Tens of thousands of reinstated workers mobilized in half a day, squeezing into the factory under the watchful eye of the terrifying robots, assembling strange weapons and equipment in the assembly line, and no one could explain what these strange things were.

"The equipment in the factory, I don't understand what it is, I heard it be like some kind of particle collider, which is used against Western European countries to dismantle their nuclear weapons equipment...... It's just that the model, which is still in experiments, will use its nuclear binding strategy to destroy Europe after the final mass production, and the Soviet Union can cover the whole of Europe with advanced weapons and firepower, but Europe has no chance to fight back...... I only vaguely heard them call it the Iron Curtain. ”

"This information must let the leaders of other European countries know that when the current Soviet Union has not completed this Iron Curtain device, it must preemptively attack Europe, otherwise once they have prepared the Iron Curtain device, there will be no ......"

The rest of the content is gone, and only the rustling sound remains.

When she heard this, Teresa was already breaking out in a cold sweat.

She panicked to pick up the recording, and when she tried to return home to persuade Congress and NATO allies to prepare for war, the wide slap suddenly squeezed her hand that had wanted to pick up the recording.

Teresa raised her head in horror, only to see a pair of evil red eyes, a complex sign in the middle of her eyebrows, he curled the corners of his mouth hideously, and said with a smile, "Hello, Prime Minister Teresa." ”

"Allow me to take the liberty of introducing myself to you, my name is Yuri."