"You should have been in Soviet Russia for a long time, in your opinion, who is the number two person in the USSR now?"

As the crowd warmed up around the fire, Lynn whispered questions in German to her Finnish allies. The middle-aged man, with his messy hair buttoned into a funny felt hat, curled up against the wooden pillars of the dilapidated house, looked inferior, but judging from his expression, face, and voice as he spoke, Lynn judged that this was just a deliberate show of weakness, more vivid than Fenterrig's quick makeup skills.

The Finn did not answer directly, but elaborated in a roundabout way: "Joseph. Stalin was a strong reader, and although he was a little older, his ambition never waned. After several purges, the living people of the country were all superficially respectful to him, hoping to sit in their place until he died, and then think about further things. ”

Listening to this remark, Lynn suddenly thought that whether it was Beria or Danov, the complex surnames in Soviet politics were not something that people like themselves who were good at frontal combat and flank special operations could read through. Throughout the ages, history has proven time and again that when a leader with unparalleled prestige dies, those heirs who have high hopes and even seem logical do not finally reach the throne, but some extraordinarily scheming and daring guys sway the political situation and even dominate the direction of history.

"Uncle, did you hear any news today?" Pate couldn't help but ask, "You should have a radio or radio or something like that, right?" ”

The Finn, who had been lurking in the Soviet Union for a long time, asked calmly: "Do you think I have such high-end equipment here?" ”

Despite the dim light, it's easy to count the contents of this old house when you look around, and it really doesn't seem to have anything to do with the modern word.

Lynn didn't stop it, and Pate didn't give up, he asked, "We're just staying here temporarily, and we won't delay you for a long time, and it won't affect your work." Since our two families are close allies, you help us, and we do our best to help you, so why hide it? ”

"One yard to one yard." The lame middle-aged man replied tepidly, "You don't want to reveal the inside story of the operation to me, and I won't force it, isn't it the same way around?" ”

This tone sounded a little mindful, Lynn thought for a moment and whispered, "The only purpose of our trip is to kill Joseph. Stalin. ”

The Finn laughed, and in the darkness of the environment, he could not judge by Lynn's expression, but he seemed to believe it, and pointed at Pate with his foot, and said, "Boy, go to the back of the house, climb up to the roof with a ladder, and prop up the wire frame against the eaves." ”

In the face of the gazette's personal vendetta request, Pate did not show disgust and resistance, he smiled as if he had expected it, patted his ass and prepared to go out. The kind-hearted Franz hurriedly took off his coat and gave it to him, knowing that the temperature outside had dropped to at least minus 25 degrees Celsius, basically to the extent that water was splashed into ice.

At this time, the veteran Finnish spy said unrelentingly: "Boy, don't rush in with the wire rack, find a dark corner to watch, maybe the Soviet patrol will come out at night." ”

"You're so attentive." Lynn deliberately used a light-hearted rhetoric.

The Finns sneered unceremoniously: "If you are not careful, you can still live under the noses of the Soviets until now?" ”

After Pate went out, the lame middle-aged man moved his position unhurriedly. He limped to the corner, where there was a dilapidated triangular cabinet that seemed to be used to store dishes and chopsticks.

"Don't you help me, poor disabled man?"

If he didn't say this, Lynn still felt that he was indeed disabled, and he didn't need the sympathy and pity of outsiders to be so humorous and witty. Franz was not a muscular and athletic type, but he still got up and walked to the corner quickly. The two of them worked together to move the triangular cabinet, but Franz apparently did not calculate the strength and angle properly, so that the triangular cabinet tilted, and the metal cutlery inside swayed.

"Look at you clumsy!" The Finn muttered dissatisfied.

If the light had been brighter, Lynn thought she would have seen Franz blush. As a young German who graduated from a regular military academy, Franz had a German sense of pride and superiority, which can be seen from his hand-drawn combat maps.

Moving the triangular cabinet two steps away, the Finn approached the corner of the wall and pulled out the bricks with his hands, and in a few moments, a black hole that just accommodated an ordinary adult appeared in the corner. Before parking, Lynn took a cursory look at the old house through the light of the car, standing alone on the edge of the village, its thin walls that didn't seem to have room for an inner space, but it didn't go straight to the outside. With this curiosity, Lynn followed Franz into the hole, and moved four or five meters down a sloping pit in a reptilian position, feeling that it was still cold and that there was no air in the air. Suddenly, there was a yellowish light in front of me, but there was no jump in the flames and the shadows that followed. Once her eyes had adjusted to the new lighting environment, Lynn looked around, which was just a cellar-like cave covering an area of about 10 square meters. Except for the two transmitter-like instruments, the place is almost as simple as the house above, and even has a lot of wheat straw on the ground like a cattle pen.

"If you want to know what's going on outside, you can use the machine on the left to try to pick up the signal, but the antenna rack on the roof has to be retracted before dawn. The one on the right is your German-made decoder, which was able to decipher some Soviet code two years before the end of the war, but then they changed to a more advanced cipher system, and this guy is basically scrap metal. As he spoke, the Finn shoved his flashlight to Franz and prepared to crawl down the pit back into the house.

With the flashlight, Franz curiously approached the two radios to observe, and he quickly exclaimed: "It's all made by us, and it's a new equipment in the late war, which is great!" Oh yes, sir, Pate is our electromechanical expert, and he's been trained in wireless, and if he can get some basic electrical components, he'll be able to assemble a transmitter. ”

This sounds as magical as a domestic TV series, but his skills in wireless are limited after all, and he is confused with those vulgar people if he rashly draws conclusions. So he said to Franz: "I'll go and replace him!" ”

"No, I'd better go!" Franz's resolute attitude was obviously concerned about Lynn's special status, and at this time, the Finn, whose butt had just disappeared into the tunnel, said in German: "I'll just call that kid, the odds of a Soviet patrol coming out in such a cold weather are about the same as the chances of us being hit by a meteor." ”

Lynn was dumbfounded, she didn't expect the veteran spy to play a prank, and she didn't know if he had been lonely for too long, or if he had taught a small lesson because of Pate's not-so-respectful attitude.

A few minutes later, Pate came in along the tunnel, his head covered in fine ice chips, and if he really stayed outside for half the night, he would have choked on it. In this limited underground space, three adults of ordinary stature could not stand up straight, but there was really no way to demand strict conditions for this kind of secret excavation of hidden fortifications.

After fiddling with his hands a few times, Pate turned on the radio equipment on the left, and then adjusted it again, so that he could smoothly receive radio communication from the outside world. Handing the headphones to Franz, he was busy with the device on his right. Lynn held a flashlight on the side, not worried that the three of them would be harassed by the Finns they had met for the first time, and the Finnish spy really didn't do such a bad thing.

In less than ten minutes, Pate clapped his hands with a smile on his face: "Okay, the debugging is complete!" ”

Until then, Lynn had always regarded this young man of few words as a dispensable role, and it was only then that he realized the truth of making the best use of things and making the best use of people.

Franz took the initiative to give up his position, and then he saw Pate alone in two devices at the same time, with both hands on one side, and he looked quite busy when operating. Lynn waited expectantly for the good news, and time passed minute by minute in such waiting. Gradually, Lynn and Franz moved to the pile of straw, and sat down to feel quite fluffy and comfortable, at least much better than the bench in the house. Looking around this cellar-like artificial cave, it seems that the needs of the Tibetans were taken into account at the beginning of the excavation, and under normal circumstances, it should not be a problem to squeeze a dozen or twenty people here.

When Lynn was groggy and almost fell asleep, Pate took off his headphones and said, "Sir, the Soviet military's updated cipher system...... We really can't decipher this equipment, and we still can't do it after trying several methods, but ...... At this time, their cryptographic communication is very active, unusually active! ”

Everything is reasonable, Lynn did not express his regrets, but said calmly: "If the password communication is not good, listen to the civilian channel with clear code!" Let's see if we can intercept some useful information from it, but no, just use it as a radio! ”

"What a radio program at this point!"

Franz was meant to be a joke, but Pate seemed to take it as a mockery, so he put his headphones back on with a serious expression. For the next two or three hours, he stayed by the device, adjusting the knobs on both sides with both hands, but in the second half of the night, when most people had already slept, the civilian frequency was basically stopped, and the air was full of encrypted code, which might not be deciphered even with the state-of-the-art radio decryption facilities at the "Vault" base. At this time, Lynn couldn't help but feel a little remorseful, knowing that this was the case, and when he captured Matsov, he should have used this wronged boss to try to get a copy of the latest Soviet codebook. Even if you don't need it, you will definitely be able to buy it at a good price when you get it to the United States, and by the way, you will be able to instigate it between the United States and the Soviet Union.

(To be continued)