Chapter 1126 Look Into My Eyes

"How dare you monitor the minister?" When the head of the family came back, Pamela Mountbatten listened to the narrative and asked in surprise, "Even if you are the Secretary-General of the Joint Intelligence Committee, don't you know that it is immoral to do so? ?”

"There are only right and wrong things, and there is no morality or immorality." Alan Wilson didn't blush or breath, but he was just monitoring a minister. He had killed ministers. "I must be responsible for the prosperity and stability of the UK. I cannot be responsible for the prosperity and stability of the UK." Turning a blind eye to danger, even just a little bit.”

Born in a country, he naturally has nothing to repay, he can only serve the country with passion. In his opinion, not letting the Conservative Party cause trouble is to serve the country. The Labor Party will not really vote for the Soviet Union, and the Conservative Party will really vote for the United States.

"Anyway, please be cautious. I'm going to Perth. The wind tunnel has been built, and some aviation experts will be traveling with me. You also know the local test site conditions." Pamela Mountbatten revealed a good news , will complete the supporting aviation facilities in empty Australia.

and France's strategic transport aircraft project, which may add some minor costs due to distance issues. . However, for the entire project, this cost increase is negligible.

"Thank you for your hard work, my dear!" Alan Wilson immediately came up and kissed the red lips to express his loyalty.

"It's mainly up to you to fight for it. Otherwise, it would be difficult to push forward with Hercules in front." Pamela Mountbatten responded enthusiastically to her husband's love. She knew how much her husband had worked for her aerospace industry.

Since her eldest daughter is approaching the age of going to school, this time she is traveling back and forth with her mother for the last time, and her younger son is not old enough to travel long distances. Pamela Mountbatten now travels with her eldest son as her companion.

For the children who are growing up, the two of them are not completely consistent in their plans for future generations.

However, due to the concept of not conflicting with women, Alan Wilson generally would not object. His wife hopes that her children will grow up and inherit the family business. It is still early and changes can be made subtly.

Theoretically, he is naturally the head of the family! There is such a theory, but when it comes to the issue of future generations, the conclusion is still open to question whether the head of the family is worthy of the name.

According to Alan Wilson's idea, it would be natural for his two sons to become officials when they grow up, and at least one of them should be an official.

This conflicted with his wife's ideas, but He Xini still couldn't stop him. Mountbatten also hoped that one of his children would join the army, so it was not impossible to use his father-in-law to suppress his wife.

"Margaret is now clamoring to be independent and does not want to accept the constraints of the royal family. It is really difficult to understand." Pamela Mountbatten said this and looked at her husband, "Do you think she can succeed?"

"How do we know about the internal affairs of the royal family?

"Alan Wilson's face remained calm and his heart did not beat. He seemed not to care or care about this, "The most important thing is to do your job well. "

"That's true." Pamela Mountbatten lay down in her husband's arms and whispered softly, "Take me to the bedroom..."

The departure of his wife made Alan Wilson feel sad. After so many years, although Pamela Mountbatten's appearance was not particularly stunning, he had been accustomed to having this sensible woman by his side after sharing the same bed for many years.

Although there are many other ladies with the same status as his wife, it always feels weird to put on the airs of being the head of the family in front of others. The family ties that stabilize the family occupy more and more weight in Alan Wilson's heart as he grows older. More and more huge.

The deputy secretary-general of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, who was in a depressed mood, could only use work to anesthetize himself. He had to hone his acting skills first.

Hepburn's independent apartment has two bedrooms, one of which was converted into a studio for her leisure time to satisfy her hobbies. The two rooms are covered with tiles and wooden boards respectively, and brightly colored rugs are scattered throughout the floor. The furniture is all white, as are the walls.

When Ball Flower walks out of the kitchen with a cup of coffee, it's like a bright color walking among the furniture. She wore a white top over black tights, which highlighted her beautiful curves.

She sat down on one of the white sofas, relaxed on the back of the chair, and took a sip of strong coffee.

In the morning, Hepburn put her hair back into a bun on the back of her neck and put on a white coat and a white skirt. Lie down on your comfortable couch at home and close your eyes. She relaxed for the first time in twelve hours and almost fell asleep.

When the doorbell rang, she just grunted, not bothering to get up and open the door. Of course she knew who it was, and she was very happy that the man who had been in her heart for a long time came to visit.

She also loved working as a star, and when she told Alan Wilson that if she didn't like the job, then she wouldn't do it, she meant it. She was very popular, and many people loved to see her elegance, but that was just the professional side. When she confronts Alan Wilson, she won't keep her life private.

"I thought you always cared about that." Hepburn hugged Alan Wilson's neck, "I've obviously apologized, but you still mind because you're stingy. You took so many photos and I didn't say anything. "

There are hundreds, no, thousands of photos in the private collection of the Deputy Secretary-General, including photos of her wearing all kinds of clothes, and photos with no clothes on at all.

"I didn't forget it at first, but when you reminded me, I remembered it again. I have never suffered such a big loss in my life." Alan Wilson pretended to be serious, but he immediately broke the news, "If you give me a child, I will forgive you."

"Do you know how selfish your request is?" Hepburn put her arms around the man's neck and looked at each other, asking deeply, "What will my child be when he grows up? Is he an illegitimate child?"

"But I can't divorce, especially at this time, the situation in the UK is delicate." Alan Wilson sighed and said to himself, "This request seems a bit selfish, especially for you."

The depression on his face definitely came from his heart. It didn't matter to others. In his heart, Hepburn was still different from other ladies.

Looking at each other in silence, Hepburn hesitated to speak. If this man begged several times, there was really no guarantee that she would not agree.

After all, the man in front of her helped her a lot during that difficult time and spent a lot of effort on getting her to where she is today.

"Let's go and see Ibi. I wonder if he still remembers his father." Alan Wilson stood up with Hepburn in his arms, seeming to have forgotten the conversation just now.

In Moscow, the capital of the Soviet Union, a Volga car was waiting to pass. The traffic policeman seemed to have seen this valuable car and walked over quickly to ask if there was anything he could do to help. The young traffic policeman had already seen the military uniform on the driver and reported Ask politely, "Comrade General, how can I help you?"

Pinkovsky looked at the unusually young traffic policeman in front of him and felt relieved. He shook his head and said, "I was just out for a walk, nothing important."

"What a good car!" A trace of envy flashed in Alexeyev's eyes. He had a panoramic view of the situation inside the car with just one glance. Then he said hello and let Pinkovsky go, "Comrade General, Have a nice trip."

Pinkovsky smiled friendly, then stepped on the accelerator and drove away, but he did not see the young traffic policeman behind him. His eyes suddenly became sharp. Pinkovsky did not know yet that he, a senior intelligence officer, had fallen into the trap. A fledgling child is trapped in a dragnet.

Alexeyev had just graduated, but as the son of the cultural tsar, he easily obtained the command of this operation. Although he had no idea of ​​his mother's purpose, he believed that his mother would never lie to him.

The entire process was under the supervision of the Domestic Defense Intelligence Service. Pinkovsky would never have dreamed that his every move would be completely one-way and transparent to his colleagues.

During the meeting, Pinkovsky was stunned when a member of the Domestic Defense Intelligence Service suddenly appeared and pointed a gun at him. Trying to use his status as a general to fight in vain.

"There is no tomorrow for traitors!" When Pinkovsky heard these words, he immediately recognized the young policeman in front of him as the young policeman he had met before. Alexeyev's face was full of disgust, and he grabbed the connector in his hands. He grabbed the briefcase and said, "I think Comrade General has a lot to say."

"Do you know who I am? I'm on a secret mission." Pinkovsky shouted loudly, trying to scare the young bird in front of him who didn't know how high the sky was.

This shout was immediately followed by a blow. Pinkovsky was hit in the abdomen and bent over in pain, but immediately Alexeyev grabbed his hair and lifted it up, looking directly at Pinkovsky fiercely. "Traitor, look into my eyes. Your family, colleagues, and friends will all pay the price for your stupid actions. No one can save you..."

Afterwards, Alexeyev handed the briefcase to the others, called a car and took Pinkovsky and his contact person into the car, "go directly to Lubyanka Square."

"Alexeyev, where are you going?" A similarly young officer was a little surprised. That was the headquarters of the National Security Council, and even he had never been there.

"Yes, it doesn't matter!" Alexeyev took off the white gloves on his hands and swayed as the car started.

From this moment on, Pinkovsky's fate was doomed. Such a major case directly alarmed KGB Chairman Semichasny to personally intervene, because Pinkovsky was a senior officer in the intelligence department, which made him very unhappy. It's anger, "Check out all his social relationships. No matter who he is, no one can be spared."

The angry echoes of the KGB boss lingered in the corridors of Lubyanka's internal prison. The entire KGB was operating at full speed because of this angry order.

All this had nothing to do with Alexeyev. He returned home and opened his mouth when he saw his mother at home, not knowing whether he should ask.