Chapter 1087 Spy Case

With Macmillan's visit, the Ministry of Foreign Affairs became quiet, which made Alan Wilson very happy. In fact, he did not object to the Foreign Secretary walking around. Of course, if he always went to the United States, considering Macmillan's family background, it was indeed It is worthy of vigilance, and as for going to other countries, it should be encouraged.

Now no one can interfere with the normal operation of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, and nothing worthy of attention has happened recently. Alan Wilson, possessed by Louis XVI, muttered that he had nothing to do today, and decided to take a holiday for himself after running around for many days. At least you can enjoy family happiness.

The deputy director, who was still essentially a dog-licker, kept busy, leaving Xia Meng, who was pregnant with Liujia, to stay aside while he struggled with the pots and pans and enjoyed it.

"Actually, I have no problem taking care of myself, and the maid treats me very well." Xia Meng's long hair was draped over her shoulders. Under Alan Wilson's firm resistance, she finally got rid of the permed and curly hairstyle that made her twenty years older.

Because she knew that the man was coming, Xia Meng gave the maid a day off today and eagerly waited for the man to visit her.

"We are all adults. I have no doubt that you can take care of yourself. But isn't it inconvenient now?" Alan Wilson turned his back to Xia Meng, took out his chopsticks and took a bite of the food in the pot, with a feeling of satisfaction. Se nodded and finished cooking this time.

"Thank you!" Xia Meng touched her belly and praised with shyness.

In fact, this man is not bad, and his patience is amazing. He never complained, even when he recalled the past, he was never angry. The so-called neither humble nor arrogant is what he is talking about.

Sometimes he will look blank and thoughtful, and all the expressions on his face will disappear.

It was as if it had been wiped away by an invisible hand, and was replaced by a mask, a sculpture, cold and serious. Even though he was handsome, he was lifeless. He would puff on cigarettes, one after another, not even bothering to put out the butts.

Xia Meng waited quietly for Alan Wilson to finish his work. In fact, apart from the cultural differences, she felt that this man was also a good match.

"Britain is lackluster in terms of food, with the exception of the aristocratic class." Alan Wilson brought up the fried dishes and pushed them to Xia Meng. "But with the help of Kuala Lumpur's international aviation department, your taste does not need to change. In the end, The important thing is to be in a good mood and not to be nervous about the pregnancy. I believe everything will go smoothly."

"Actually, it's not bad. I've gained weight recently." Xia Meng smiled happily, puffing out her cheeks to look like a balloon.

"Actually, with the company of a servant, you can walk around. For example, watch games and so on.

"Alan Wilson was enjoying his meal, and he was not polite just because a lady of the same status as his wife was next to him. That was simply impossible.

This also stimulated Xia Meng's appetite. Even for the sake of the baby in her belly, she had to eat more to ensure the child's nutrition.

Alan Wilson still hopes that Xia Meng can walk more and do some entertainment projects.

British football is very developed. Of course, this development does not refer to performance, but to the popularity of football.

There are eleven levels of leagues from the top league down, the first six levels are professional, and the following are amateur leagues. At least in England, football teams exist almost everywhere there are people.

"If it doesn't work, you can try boxing. British boxing is popular." Alan Wilson was still chattering. Now he was obviously not in a meditative state, but seemed very talkative.

"Are they just martial artists competing in martial arts?" Xia Meng shook his head slightly, indicating that he was not interested. "There are quite a few filmmakers in Xiangjiang who have martial arts backgrounds."

"It's not the same thing. Martial arts masters are not competitive. Humans are also animals. They meet all the criteria for animals. To put it simply, the one with the largest tonnage wins. But what about movies? I believe these martial arts masters may promote Xiangjiang movies in the future. Toward a peak. There are similar genre films. The United States has western films, and Japan has samurai films. It all depends on who can seize the opportunity."

Alan Wilson said that no one knows movies better than me. After all, he had good relationships with some movie stars, including future US President Ronald Reagan. He spoke so plainly but so confidently.

After dinner, Alan Wilson took out his camera and expressed that he wanted to leave a souvenir for Xia Meng. He almost wiped out the goodwill accumulated by Xia Meng, since he had obviously taken pictures before.

"Take a family photo!" Alan Wilson explained. He had taken photos with ladies many times, so he could naturally guess what Xia Meng wanted and told Xia Meng not to misunderstand.

Xia Meng didn't misunderstand at all. The man in front of her did have a criminal record, but when he heard that he wanted to take a family photo, he immediately accepted it. At least he was willing to take responsibility and left without picking up his pants.

This is the most vicious slander. Alan Wilson has done everything but never pull up his pants and leave. He has high expectations for every child and will never imitate the fatherless nature of black people.

In front of the arranged camera, Alan Wilson bent down to kiss Xia Meng's red lips, and put one hand on the woman's belly. The picture was instantly frozen, what a beautiful picture.

Xia Meng was very happy today. When Alan Wilson was about to leave, he walked to the door and took the initiative to stand on tiptoes and kiss him.

"Okay, have a good rest. I'll come over when I have time." Alan Wilson had a proud expression. Xia Meng really loved him.

It's best not to let Mr. Jin Yong know about this, otherwise Lin Pingzhi in Swordsman may change his surname to Ai.

According to unconfirmed rumors, the character of Lin Pingzhi was created because Xia Meng’s original husband’s surname was Lin.

"She still loves me!" Alan Wilson, who was trapped in the three major delusions of life, walked with wind. The days of the deputy director were so simple and unpretentious. He decided to spend the night at Ms. Vivien Leigh's place today.

In Warsaw, the capital of Poland, the door of Michael Golenieski was broken into while he was sleeping, and he was captured on the spot by a group of stern-looking soldiers in front of his family members.

Michael Golenetski struggled angrily and yelled at the soldiers who came in, "Do you know what you are doing?"

"Of course I know, sniper." With this response, a man in military uniform came in, bent down and looked at the senior Polish officer Michael Goleneski who was lying on the ground, and stretched out a finger to lead Michael. Golenetski's gaze then pointed to his arm, "Do you recognize this badge?"

A strong shield and sword, a red five-pointed star in the middle, and a sickle and hammer in the center. This revealed the identity of the person coming, the National Security Council of the Soviet Union. For a moment, Michael Golenetsky's heart fell into an ice cave.

"Take them away!" The straight-backed officer glanced at Michael Golenetski's panicked family members and said in a calm tone, "Take them away together. He is really a selfish person."

A few minutes later, the officer saw Andropov, who was in Warsaw in person, and reported, "Comrade Andropov, Michael Goleneski has been captured. Will the interrogation begin immediately?"

"Of course!" Andropov's answer was concise and to the point. He came to Warsaw personally just to make sure nothing went wrong.

Andropov was accompanied by an unusually young but resolute boy, who stood there quietly without making a sound.

He is Alexeyev, who is preparing for the final round of exams. This time he followed his mother's advice and came to Warsaw for an internship.

"Alekseyev, even if the mock interrogation is realistic, it cannot replace the real interrogation." Andropov looked at Furtseva's son and softened his attitude, "Comrade Furtseva hopes that you will deeply understand the interrogation." Understand this industry, and if you are unable to adapt, you can make a judgment as early as possible. Depending on your age, you still have many options in the future.”

"I'm ready." Alexeyev responded without changing his face. "The school told me that there is no mouth that cannot be opened. This time I should be able to know whether this is true."

Michael Golenetski was really not a determined anti-Soviet element. While his body was still quite intact, he had already admitted his crime and poured out everything he had done in the past few years.

Even Andropov was deeply shocked as the interrogation progressed. He really wanted to shoot Michael Golenetski's family members, if Michael Golenetski hadn't repeatedly stated that he would exchange his meritorious service for his relatives. safety, and Andropov had agreed, and now he really wanted to go back on his word.

The Michael Golenetski case was immediately reported to Lubyanka, shocking Shelepin. Michael Golenetski was captured, and the intelligence network connected to him was wiped out.

Moreover, this is also a good opportunity to cleanse Poland. At this time, Shelepin does not care whether Andropov has exceeded his authority. The powers of various departments themselves are overlapping. Now that Michael Golenetski has pleaded guilty, Andropov How the husband found out is no longer important.

There is no doubt that the cracking of this espionage case will deal a heavy blow to imperialist penetration within the Warsaw Pact.

"The rooster Decker lived with seven hens in the yard of a thrifty widow..." Alan Wilson came to work at the Ministry of Foreign Affairs humming a traditional poem.

Rooster Decker is arrogant and arrogant, as if he is the master of a party, but he is timid and suspicious by nature. He likes others to flatter him and is easily deceived.

Alan Wilson wondered if the original author of the poem was describing a man in officialdom? Isn’t this the living conditions of people in politics? As for the seven hens, he was not offended. There were more than seven ladies of the same status as his wife.

"Permanent Secretary, the head of No. 6 is waiting for you." Chief Private Secretary Wick reported immediately when he saw Alan Wilson.

"Why is he here?" Alan Wilson was a little surprised, then nodded and said, "Waiting in my office?"