Moscow, the New Savior Monastery.

When Mark announced that he had a clue about the Assassins, the men he was looking for were meeting in the secret stronghold of the monastery.

"Jenkins, how's it going out there?" A middle-aged man with a British beard asked very seriously.

Jenkins, the blonde man he asked, didn't seem as nervous as the bearded man, and he replied easily, "Relax, take it easy, my buddy." The polar bears are still searching in vain in the southern city, and they have no idea that we are hiding in a monastery across the river......"

Speaking of this, Jenkins snorted contemptuously, this is his mockery of the stupidity of the Russians, but also his pride as an Englishman, "Don't worry about those polar bears at all, after a while, in vain they will give up the search, then we can do another vote, according to the information I have received, Ulitsky is still in Moscow, we can try again!" ”

"I'm against making another pointless attempt like this!" The bearded James seemed to be irritated, "We've done what we set out to do, and we should stop instead of pushing the lads into the fire pit...... Macbeth is dead because of your shitty schemes, and Lars is injured......"

"But isn't it a good idea?" Jenkins shrugged his shoulders, "We succeeded in blaming the Germans, and according to the information we received from the Bolshevik inside, Frunze had bitten the thread we had left, and we had succeeded in creating an obstacle between the negotiations between the Bolsheviks and the Germans. ”

At this point, he paused and said with a palpable sense of pride: "Even." We do better. We succeeded in instigating the contradictions between the Leninists and the Trotskyists. With a little more force, the Bolsheviks will split internally, and what does that mean, you won't be ignorant, will you? ”

The bearded James snorted contemptuously, "These are just wishful thinking on your part, I only know that in Brest, the Bolsheviks are making peace with the Germans." In Petrograd, Lenin and Trotsky were working together to suppress ......"

Jenkins was a little annoyed, interrupted his beard, and emphasized: "These are only appearances, and I can conclude that the Bolsheviks are about to split internally, and that the so-called peace talks will only end unhappily, and all this is the result of our efforts." Macbeth's sacrifice will allow us to win this war! ”

"I hope so!" James snorted noncommittally.

Jenkins was dissatisfied with the bearded man's attitude, and he saw him as an out-and-out pessimist, a man as timid as a mouse. I didn't have the spirit to go in at all, and I only knew how to chatter and complain. He decided in his heart. After the conversation is over, be sure to report James's state of mind to his superiors, and strive to transfer this annoying ghost away.

"Let's get back to business!" Although he was ready to make a small report, Jenkins did not show any dissatisfaction with James on the surface, because whether as a spy or as an English gentleman, he was educated in a rigid manner, and was very good at hiding his true emotions - that is, the beautiful gentlemanly spirit.

"I have come to discuss with you the next course of action," said Jenkins, "and there is still much to be done, and only by further stirring up the contradictions between the Leninists and the Trotskyists can we get a clean, swift and complete solution to the Bolsheviks, and get Russia back on track!" ”

The bearded James shook his head, he felt that his partner was completely demonic, he was too obsessed with assassinations and assassinations, thinking that killing a few Bolshevik leaders would solve everything and help the empire win the war. This idiot thinks too highly of himself and is too self-righteous. The two successive commanders of MI6's Russian station are a lesson from his past, and to underestimate the enemy is to seek death.

"On the cusp of this, I am against any risky action, which will only expose us...... What we need to do now is to be patient, to lurk quietly, and to wait carefully for the right time! I must warn you, Jenkins, that our actions in this section are too high-profile, and have aroused the vigilance of the Russians, and to take the initiative to find trouble at this time would be to bring about your own destruction! ”

Jenkins was very dissatisfied with this "capitulationist" argument, he stood up suddenly, waved his arm heavily, and said impassionedly: "James, you have disappointed me so much. It turns out that the Russians are fools who have nothing to do with us and can only watch us do whatever they want...... And you are frightened by such a bunch of waste, you are simply a disgrace to the Empire! ”

"The question of the IQ of the Russians, you don't make any conclusions!" James also stood up, "The lessons of 007 and 008, have you forgotten." If the Russians are fools and fools, how can they let two of MI6's most decorated spies plant a big fight? ”

"That's because they're careless!" Jenkins waved his arm again and emphasized: "And we are different, we are doing our best, and the Russians have no way to take us!" ”

"Really?"

James sneered, the second attempt to assassinate Ulitsky ended in failure, and even, just a little bit, Jenkins's men and horses were trapped in the southern city of Moscow, if he hadn't prepared ships in advance to pick up the idiot and take this idiot across the river, they would have been wiped out at that time.

And now, the idiot is still ready to continue the adventure, and James is completely impatient, he has never thought that the job of a spy is to carry out assassination, that killing is the job of an assassin, and that the job of a spy is to gather intelligence. Only the idiots who have been fascinated by third-rate spy novels will come up with that kind of limelight, and he has always believed that spies should keep a low profile, and that careful and covert intelligence gathering is what they really need to do.

"If you're going to go on an adventure!" James said strongly, "Then my people will no longer cooperate with your actions, if you want to die, then you can go yourself." I have an even more important task in Russia! ”

"Our mission is to win this war!" Jenkins slapped the table in annoyance and said angrily, "And you're now going to run away from this sacred responsibility!" ”

James looked coldly at the annoyed Jenkins, and said word by word: "No one has ever been able to defeat a country." I can't. You can't do the same. Our mission is to gather intelligence. Giving intelligence support to the Cabinet and all actions beyond that are heroic adventurism. And I'm not going to risk the lives of the boys! ”

Speaking of this, he turned his head and left without hesitation: "You like to take risks, whatever." But I'm not going to take any chances, my men and I will leave the monastery, and I don't want to lure the enemy to the door because of your risky actions. ”

At the moment when James walked out of the room. He looked back and said, "If, although I know that this is very unlikely. But if you come to your senses and get back to our real mission, you can go to the Paveletsk train station and find me......"

The bearded James shook his hand and left, leaving Jenkins sulking in the room, according to his original plan, gathering James and his strength, they could try to assassinate Ulitsky again, although the high walls of the Kremlin were thick, but for those who cared. It's not hard to get in.

"Head, what do we do now?" Jenkins' subordinate asked. "Give up that plan?"

"Of course not!" Jenkins gritted his teeth in hatred, "We can't pass up this good opportunity!" ”

His subordinates cautiously reminded, "But without James' cooperation, it is almost impossible for us to succeed......

"I know the way!" Jenkins said irritably, "I'll inform the country of the plan, presumably the headquarters will understand the meaning, and they can convince James!" ”

Jenkins is indeed hot-headed, in fact, in MI6, whether it is the headquarters or the Russian branch, he is the only one who is keen on assassination operations, and he is the only one who thinks that the two assassinations of Ulitsky are meaningful.

In fact, at MI6 headquarters, he was not at all optimistic about his crazy plan, let alone how significant it was to kill a Ulitsky. Therefore, it is completely impossible for Jenkins's plan to be approved, and even the MI6 headquarters severely reprimanded this hot-headed idiot.

"These fools!" When he received the telegram, Jenkins' nose was crooked, like many self-righteous people, when they were frustrated, they never considered whether they had a problem, they only blamed other people, thinking that other people were holding him back.

"Damn bureaucrats!" Jenkins slapped the table indignantly, "Their brains are not much bigger than walnuts, and their eyes are highly myopia, which will only stifle the creativity of geniuses!" This is a crime, a crime against all the subjects of the British Empire! ”

One of his subordinates hurriedly stopped his hysterical roar: "Sir, although the monastery is run by our people, it is not entirely our own people, please refrain a little......"

Jenkins' chest rose and fell rapidly, and he pressed his hand tightly on his chest, as if the long-suppressed emotion could not be vented, and it was like the humiliated Edmond Dantès in the opera.

After a long time, he controlled his feelings, and said wistfully: "We can only change the plan, with our current strength, we can't complete the task of assassinating Ulitsky, damn it!" ”

After cursing, he asked his subordinates, "It seems that we can only carry out Plan B, what is Plan B?" ”

His subordinates looked at each other, and compared to the assassination of Ulitsky, the same madness of the B plan, and even more than the fact that their brainless boss was ready to rush into the Lubyanka Building 2 to rescue people, and to rescue the "democratic fighters" of the Cadets and Social Revolutionaries. According to him, this has the significance of pioneering times.

Of course, his subordinates also did not understand the meaning of the so-called pioneering era, on the contrary, in their eyes, this plan was almost the babbling of a madman, just a random thing to come up with with a pat on the head.

"Are you really sure you want to do this, sir?" The subordinates asked in a whisper.

"Of course!" Jenkins slammed the table and screamed, "We've got to do something!" If we do nothing, it's a crime! ”

"But, sir, I must remind you that this is the headquarters of the Moscovite Cheka, which is quite heavily defended, and we can ...... it."

"There is nothing wrong with our abilities!" Jenkins roared again, "I believe in your abilities, you are the best lads in all of England!" ”

Jenkins had no idea how wonderful his men's faces had become. No one wants to die. And to die for an unnecessary thing. Jenkins, who didn't notice this, said without hesitation: "Don't hesitate. Gather all the men now, we're going to do a big job! ”

At this time, Li Xiaofeng did not know that the murderer he had been trying to track down was actually ready to be killed, and at this time he was being questioned by Petrograd, to be specific, by Trotsky.

Lao Tuo called directly from Petrograd, and as soon as he came up, he scolded him for a bloody squirt: "Comrade Andrei. I am very dissatisfied with your working attitude and working style. You have to give me a reasonable explanation for why you should be rough with Comrade Ulitsky! ”

To tell the truth, Li Xiaofeng was a little surprised by Trotsky's sudden attack, according to his original estimate, it was more likely that Lenin would call, and the mentor might criticize him on behalf of the Politburo without any pain, and then everything would be business as usual. And now, the situation is completely different, and it turned out to be Trotsky who called. This caught him a little off guard.

Fortunately, this kind of panic was only a matter of a moment, and soon Li Xiaofeng calmed down. "Comrade Trotsky, I don't understand what you're talking about? Who treated Comrade Ulitsky roughly? Please note that this is a direct accusation against me, and if there is no evidence, I can only consider it a slander against me personally! ”

"Proof!" Trotsky sneered on the phone, "Comrade Ulitsky has personally called me and said that you Tekko have cruelly deprived him of all his personal freedom and put him under house arrest like a prisoner." Could it be that Ulitsky would lie! ”

"Of course he's lying!" Li Xiaofeng was also not polite, "Please note that Tekko has carried out a fruitful and comprehensive protection of Comrade Ulitsky, and it is precisely because of this that he repelled the assassin and saved his life. If such a comprehensive protection is misunderstood as house arrest, then I can only say that Comrade Ulitsky is too irresponsible, just ask, if we put him under house arrest, he can contact the outside world, can he call you? That alone shows that he's lying! ”

Trotsky did not expect someone's attitude to be so tough, and after receiving a "distress" call from Ulitsky, he thought that this problem was difficult to solve, and if he went directly to the Politburo for discussion, it would definitely be in vain, and Lenin, who had the advantage in the Politburo, would not hesitate to reject all his proposals, which would be purely in vain.

However, Trotsky really needed Ulitsky's return as soon as possible, so the only way was to make a fuss, make it bigger, and make it known to everyone, and then Lenin could only let Ulitsky return.

What's the trouble?

This is also a matter of paying attention to ways and methods, going directly to the Politburo to make trouble, that belongs to looking for a draw, so Trotsky found Li Xiaofeng, and he felt that the only breakthrough was in a certain immortal. In any case, he is a member of the Politburo, and if he directly puts pressure on someone to ask about the matter, he may be able to catch someone off guard. As long as someone doesn't deal with it properly, he can take the opportunity to make a big deal out of it.

However, Li Xiaofeng's composure and toughness completely exceeded Trotsky's expectations, and after two sentences, the ball was kicked back, and even reversed him.

"It's not house arrest, that's nice to say!" Trotsky had no choice but to harden up, "What did you say about Ulitsky's request to return to Petrograd for recuperation, but you ruthlessly rejected it, and that's how you treated a wounded comrade, you ......"

Before you could say the rest of the words, Li Xiaofeng interjected forcefully: "Comrade Trotsky, are you pretending to be confused or are you really confused?" The Politburo had already made a decision on Comrade Ulitsky's recuperation, his health was not suitable for long travel, and he could not afford to guard against a third attack by the Assassins, so the Politburo explicitly asked him to stay in Moscow to recuperate. I am implementing the resolution of the Politburo. If Comrade Ulitsky wants to change the place of recuperation, yes, please go to the Politburo to do work, as long as the Politburo agrees, I am not surprised at all. And now, I can't rely on Comrade Ulitsky's temperament, when something goes wrong, will you be responsible or will I be responsible?! ”

Trotsky was speechless again, someone was a master of kicking the ball, and he kicked the ball to the Politburo after dividing it by two, leaving him with no way at all, and he was a little annoyed at that time, and said angrily: "The decision of the Politburo is to let Comrade Ulitsky recuperate in Moscow, not to be angry in Moscow!" Your way of working has made Comrade Ulitsky very uncomfortable, and it has not allowed him to get a good cultivation at all......"

When Trotsky was spitting a lot, Li Xiaofeng directly put the phone aside, he knew that Lao Tuo had no way to do it, and he was ready to mess around, but after all, the other party was a member of the Politburo, the boss, and the other party could mess around, but he couldn't deal with it in the same way, and if he quarreled with Trotsky, it would give him an excuse to make trouble.

Li Xiaofeng immediately made a decision - whatever you say, whatever you scold, Lao Tzu should not have heard. Putting the earpiece aside, he began to pass the time boredly admiring the night view outside the window, hoping that Trotsky would soon be tired!

However, this kind of boring behavior is sometimes not without gain, and soon Li Xiaofeng noticed that the behavior of several guys downstairs was wrong, and one of them seemed to be very similar to the person wanted in the portrait.

Thinking of this, Li Xiaofeng could no longer care about Trotsky, so he hung up the phone casually and began to contact the guards downstairs...... (To be continued......)