(There is also a chapter to be updated in the evening)

In December 1948, the Kremlin ushered in a cold winter, and the palace on the Borowitz Hills at the confluence of the Neglina and Moskva rivers was transformed from the Tsar's residence into a political center for the proletarian leaders, a shrine to the proletarian states of the world, and a symbol of the socialist system.

In addition to its glamorous appearance, it is also the center of intrigue and secret fermentation all over the world. The different ideological confrontations between the East and the West also used this as a starting point to push the iron curtain of political intrigue step by step into the free world.

The fireplace was boiling with charcoals, the occasional crackling sound of burning firewood, the smell of pine wood filled the room, Stalin sat quietly by the fire and read, among the Allied triumvirate of World War II, Roosevelt had died, and Churchill had lost his previous political appeal. Truman, a rising star, was not yet qualified to be his opponent. It can be said that he is the only one left in the whole world.

However, the back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves, Belgium, which was disdainful of the Soviet Union before, has been in the wind and water recently, and it has the lowest sense of presence among Western European countries, but because of a mysterious crown prince, it has repeatedly brushed its presence in the international community, and even South American countries have begun to set their sights on this small country. At first, the Soviet Union thought that Belgium could only make a little extra money by selling light weapons, but it did not expect that in just three years, Belgium had already made great progress in nuclear weapons technology.

Stalin did not believe in the international community's set of American conspiracy theories, and he knew very well that he could master the long-range missile technology that the Soviet Union had not yet mastered three years ago, and it can be said that Belgium's strategic technology reserves have reached an alarming level, and there is no problem in them secretly building nuclear weapons, the problem is that Belgium's secrecy work can be carried out to the point of leakage, and even the KGB spies have not inquired about the slightest bit of information.

The silence of the office was broken by a sudden knock on the door, and Stalin said please come in. I saw Beria hurriedly walk in, the Soviet winter in the subarctic zone is always fluttering goose feather snow, and when Beria walked into the office, the snow stuck to his shoulders had not yet melted.

"General Secretary Stalin, the Belgian government called back." Beria walked too fast and spoke a little out of breath, the breath from his mouth condensing into a white mist in the cold air.

At first, Stalin did not have hope for this deal, but in the face of the international embargo, Stalin, who was bent on possessing his own nuclear weapons, became a dead horse doctor and put down his cheeks to beg Belgium that had offended.

"What does the Belgian side say?" Stalin impatiently asked, even bad news is much better than no news.

Beria's face was embarrassed, and he hesitated for a moment before he said slowly, "The Belgian government said that if you want to exchange technology, you have to hand over the security minister Viktor Semenovich Abakumov, who made the previous deal, and Ivan Sidovic, the sniper who injured the current crown prince of Belgium, to the Belgian government, otherwise everything will be interviewed." ”

Stalin did not hesitate, and he was very concerned about the problem of face, and he ordered, "Ivan Sidovik can be handed over, after all, he is now an ordinary miner's foreman." But Viktor Semenovich Abakumov was a high-ranking member of the Soviet government, and if he were to be traded, the Soviet Union would become the laughing stock of the international community. ”

When the motherland needs you, you are a glorious and great anti-fascist hero, and when the motherland does not need you, you are a victim of political interests.

"I think so too, so I would like to ask General Secretary Stalin for some advice." Beria, as Stalin's successor and Stalin's loyal eagle dog, naturally had to ask Stalin's opinion for everything.

"You tell the Belgian government that Victor is not a trading condition, and that's our bottom line." Stalin arrogantly rejected the Belgian government's offer, "but we can trade them with heavy industry technology that other Belgian governments do not have, and the Soviet Union does not lack these anyway." ”

Stalin was indeed telling the truth, and the long-term policy of giving priority to the development of heavy industry led to the fact that the Soviet Union produced more aircraft artillery than they produced in a year.

Beria, who got Stalin's promise, was secretly relieved, if his subordinates couldn't keep it, then his position as the second-in-command of the Soviet Union should come to an end, thinking of this, Beria whispered, "Okay, I'll give orders, oh yes, General Secretary Stalin, about nuclear weapons technology in exchange with that kind of heavy industry technology?" ”

"You can do it yourself, I just need the result." After saying this, Stalin closed his eyes and stopped bothering Beria, leaving the latter to speculate on the leader's ambiguous words with anxiety.

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At the same time, British Prime Minister Dryment Attlee was praising the strategy of Defense Secretary A. V. Alexander, and the British government, which had long seen Belgium unhappy, finally seized the opportunity to attack the Congo on this human rights issue and criticized the Belgians.

The purpose of the British is just to disgust Belgium purely, who called this little friend too much of the limelight lately. The hearts of the British were shocked by the Kingfish bomb detonated by Belgium. Everyone feared that the British Navy, the strongest navy in World War II, would end its legend by an inexplicable bomb.

"Prime Minister, you've won the prize." Perhaps it was Delemment Attlee's compliment that embarrassed the Minister of Defense, Alexander, to which he modestly replied, "Only this time the Belgians themselves showed their feet, and we just happened to grasp that." ”

"It's not easy to even let them show their vests." Prime Minister Dryment sighed, "What kind of large-scale plague, it can only deceive the masses who do not know the truth, a batch of Belgian drug manufacturing equipment has just been shipped to the Congo, and the plague broke out in a few weeks, which seems to be very deep, if you dig deeper, I don't know what ulterior secrets will be?" ”

"So now the Belgian government is riding a tiger and letting the investigators from the World Health Organization into the Congo, and whatever they're plotting will eventually come to light. It would be even more suspicious if they were not allowed to go in and search it, knowing that politics can be the art that can best put the wings of imagination into the imagination, and the Belgian government will be even more untenable in international public opinion. Alexander was very proud of his plan.

"My only concern is our American ally, and if he jumps out and speaks for Belgium, then things will be difficult." Delemment's unprecedented concern aroused the Americans, and in his view, Belgium's possession of such a terrible bomb was inseparable from the United States.

"It's okay." Alexander walked to the window and stood with his hands in his hands to look at the snow outside for a while, before turning back to the prime minister and saying, "On the issue of interests, Britain and the United States are bound together, and even if the Americans want to do it, the worst case scenario can only be with the mud, and it is impossible to stand on the side of Belgium." ”

"Then I'll be relieved." Prime Minister Delement lit a cigarette, quietly indulging in the joy of victory at this moment, he took Alexander's words and continued, "When the British government can openly threaten Belgium, hmph, the Americans hide nuclear weapons technology and refuse to share it, I will pry it out of the mouth of the Belgians." ”

"That's natural, with the Belgians as a breakthrough, even if the Americans don't want to speak, we have a chance to get the most critical part of the technology." Alexander smiled and opened the window, and the icy sea breeze mixed with goose feathers and heavy snow poured into the political office, and the sudden cold wind made Prime Minister Delement shiver.

"Let this cold snap blow the situation on the Western European continent, the day Britain has a nuclear bomb, and it is also the time to restore the glory of Great Britain in Europe." Alexander uttered these words in front of Delemment, which everyone knew by heart.

"This winter, I'm afraid it's going to be very lively." Dryment thought to himself.