Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 328 Reality is always so magical and funny!

East Germany!

No, this concept no longer exists. Since the fall of the Berlin Wall, unification has been achieved, which is also considered to be a decline in the influence of the Soviet Union in a certain sense.

But in the eyes of civilians in both East and West Germany, both sides were heretics.

It will take some time for the two extreme cultures to merge...

At that time, the walls of the "Soviet-German Friendship" House in Dresden were covered with dirt, and every morning when you woke up, you could even see feces stuck on them.

If you know the history of intelligence, you know that this is the East German headquarters of the KGB. It once influenced the whole of Europe, but now...

snap…

Mikhail Sergeyevich Godot lit a cigarette for himself and smelled the cheap smell. He looked tired, with bloodshot eyes and untidy beard. He looked at the staff in front of him and said, "Don't worry, I will definitely give you this month's salary..."

"How can I not be anxious? My child needs milk powder, my eldest son needs to go to school, and I am the only one in the family who works. I have to make money. I can't let them starve to death, Director!"

A thin man wearing glasses said excitedly, "This is already the third month. We haven't received salary from China for three months. We might as well go to Germany!"

As soon as these words came out.

Mikhail Sergeyevich Godot raised his head and frowned, "Nikita, you have to understand what you are saying, do you want to betray the KGB!"

The man opposite actually regretted what he said. Can you say this?
The colleague next to him pulled his shoulder hard, signaling him to stop talking nonsense. Others hurriedly explained to Godot, "Director, Nikita is just too anxious."

Mikhail Sergeyevich Godot took a deep breath, opened the drawer, and took out an envelope that was a little bulging from the inside. He put it on the table and handed it over. "Take these and divide them among you first. I will supervise the situation in China. Don't worry, I won't let you go hungry."

Several staff members looked at each other, and finally took it reluctantly, nodded at him, and pushed Nikita, who still wanted to speak, away.

"Hey~"

Mikhail Sergeyevich Godot sighed deeply. He was of course well aware of the situation in the country. He even said bluntly that perhaps... those bastards had already forgotten about him and others!

Who cares about the news coming back from Europe?
They only care about how much they can get from the oligarchs and how much of the state-owned enterprises those businessmen can swallow up.

After finishing the cheap cigarette in his mouth, Mikhail Sergeyevich Godo stood up, put on his clothes, took out a box from the drawer, wiped the national emblem on it, put it in his pocket, and walked out of the office.

Driving his old car, he arrived at a pawn shop with ease. It was run by an Armenian, or of course a Soviet at that time.

Hearing the noise at the door, the busy boss looked up and saw Mikhail Sergeyevich Godot. He said helplessly, "Hey, man, I don't have much money to lend you."

The KGB director looked a little embarrassed for a moment.

He shook his head and took out a box from his pocket. "Chernenko, I want to pawn something with you. Please tell me how much it costs."

The other party nodded, reached out to take it, was startled when he saw the national emblem on it, and after opening it, he saw a medal lying quietly.

"This is the Gold Medal of the Hero of the Soviet Union, which my father won at the Battle of the Dnieper, and I want to... pawn it off."

The pawnshop owner Chernenko looked at his old friend. In fact, the two were very familiar with each other and had served in the army at the same time. However, later on, one chose to retire and the other chose to continue.

"How many do you want to be?"

"Five million dollars!"

Chernenko raised his eyelids and looked up at the other person. Their eyes met in the air. He saw a hint of retreat in the eyes of the man nicknamed "Tough Guy"?
"2... is also OK."

Chernenko sighed inwardly. His comrade's pleading eyes made him feel uncomfortable. The young man who was once full of vigor and vitality, now...

He rubbed his Hero of the Soviet Union medal and said, "Just $3."

Mikhail Sergeyevich Godot's face lit up and he opened his mouth, "Thank you."

These two words are so bitter.

Chernenko took out US dollars from the safe, stuffed them into a bag and handed it to the other party.

"Can you tell me what you want so much money for?" he asked suddenly.

Mikhail Sergeyevich Godot smiled and said, "The company hasn't paid any wages, so I'll pay the staff."

This confused Chernenko.

Isn’t paying wages the state’s responsibility?
Who are you?

You also pay wages?!
He was a little absent-minded, looking at his comrades, "Is it necessary?"

Mikhail Sergeyevich Godot was silent for a moment. "My mission is not over yet, and my country has not called me back yet."

This…

"Thank you!" The KGB director took the money and paused as he walked to the door. "Please treat it well."

Finished talking and left.

Chernenko looked at the gold medal in his hand with a complicated expression, "Your country doesn't love you, Godot."

Then I saw him throwing it casually, really casually, it was 3 US dollars!

The medal fell into an iron box, became rusty, and the sunlight suddenly stopped.

And around the Hero of the Soviet Union…

There are all kinds of medals lying around.

The Order of the Patriotic War, the Order of Suvorov, the Order of Kutuzov, the Order of Victory...everything you know can be found in this iron box.

but now…

They are all like scrap metal, lying here silently, quietly waiting for the torrent to push forward.

At this moment, the lucky cat at the door suddenly called again. Chernenko looked up and saw two... Latin American-looking people walking in.

"Hello, sir, how can I help you?"

"Are those medals for sale?" one of them asked, pointing at the iron box.

Chernenko raised his eyebrows but didn't say anything.

The other person took out the box in his hand and opened it, revealing stacks of US dollars.

At least hundreds of thousands of dollars.

But Chernenko frowned instead, feeling that the other party had ill intentions.

"Sir, our company adheres to the principle of fairness and justice. Either you take the money or you take the bullet." The other party said as he pulled out a gun and pointed it at him.

"Don't... don't shoot!" Chernenko quickly raised his hand and readily agreed to give them all the medals.

"Thank you, this is your payment, goodbye."

The two men left directly without any hesitation.

Looking at the box of money, Chernenko's face tightened.

Mikhail Sergeyevich Godo returned to the office of the "Soviet-German Friendship House" and as soon as he opened the door, he saw a man sitting inside!
He was wearing a suit and reading a magazine. When he heard the voice, he turned his head and stood up with a smile, "Good afternoon, Mr. Godot."

"Who are you! Why are you here!!!"

Godot's expression suddenly changed, he reached back and pulled out a gun and pointed it at him.

This is my own office. Not only are there many secret documents in it, it is also a confidential area.

"My name is Augustin Przewczyk. Perhaps you have heard of me."

The name flashed through Gordo's mind and his eyes widened, "Mexican Northern Army!"

"It seems that I am also a little famous." Augustin Przewczy smiled, "I have no ill intentions. Our views and camps are the same. Let's kill the Americans, right?" Is this called a little famous?
Augustin Przewczy is now considered the soul of the Northern Army's intelligence department. He has led many major events, especially the domestic intelligence agencies that pulled out Europe and the United States. Many people from the CIA died in it, and even the director of North American affairs was killed. It is said that someone on the black market offered a reward of 2000 million US dollars for him, to an anonymous person, but you can figure out who did it with your ass.

"How did you get in!"

“There’s no place we can’t go if we want to.”

This made Gordo laugh, "Then why don't you go to the White House instead of coming to me?!"

"How do you know there are no one from us in the White House?" Augustin Przewicz smiled.

Mikhail Sergeyevich Godot was silenced for a moment.

"I know that your KGB office in East Germany has encountered some troubles. The general can't bear to see the bravest soldiers lose their dreams because of practical problems. He is willing to help you. We can sponsor you, including salary and benefits, which will be the best in the world!"

Gordo doesn't believe in such things as pie falling from the sky. If a Mexican warlord comes to you and says, "I'll give you money," does he have so much free time?

"Don't worry. We just hope to have more real comrades on the road to fighting hegemony. Of course, you can also think of this as an outsourcing mechanism. We hope to use the power of the KGB to obtain valuable intelligence for us."

Outsourcing?!
Is this operation still possible?
Treat the KGB's East German office as an intelligence dealer?
"Your salary is the same as ours, 13 salaries a year. In addition, you will have 100 million rubles in funds every month to use at your will. What do you think?" Augustin Przewicz directly gave the price.

One million rubles was equivalent to 100 at that time!
But now it is depreciating every day, and by the end of the year, it may not be the case.

Mikhail Sergeyevich Godo looked at the other party with a gloomy face without saying a word. At this moment, he suddenly heard footsteps behind him. He turned his head and saw a dozen staff members approaching, each looking at him.

"Director, please agree to it."

Godot's heart suddenly sank.

He looked at Augustin Przewczy and gritted his teeth, "You Mexicans are really powerful."

"It's not us who have the power, it's money, it's power, it's life."

Of course, Augustin Przewczy couldn't just come to the palace. He had bribed everyone around him and then forced the emperor to abdicate. If he didn't obey...

Godot himself knew that it was probably impossible for him to get out alive.

KGB, KGB, they have always been said to be very powerful, but in recent years, it has long since deteriorated in nature. It has been said that faith has collapsed.

"I sent 30 rubles to your family..." Augustin Przewich's words made Mikhail Sergeyevich Godona's back bend.

He raised his head, glanced at his subordinates, and nodded slightly bitterly.

"Don't feel bad. At least we are all against the United States, right? Oh, and I have a gift for you."

Augustin Przewicz pulled out a box and took out the Order of Hero of the Soviet Union from it. Godot's expression was very interesting.

The former walked over, put the medal on him in front of his eyes, patted his shoulder, and said with a smile, "Our leader once said that honor is the life of a soldier. When honor is worthless, it is the sorrow of society and the nation. We cannot let the people fighting on the front line bleed and cry. Don't worry, from now on, we are Davarish!"

These words almost made Godot, who was under pressure, cry.

He is 40 years old. He has witnessed the rise and prosperity of the Soviet Union, as well as its decline and may even witness its death. This man has carried too much.

"Davarish."

Mikhail Sergeyevich Godot whispered this word. How long has it been since I heard it?
"The money will be in your account soon. However, I heard that the KGB is one of the four major intelligence agencies. I would like to see it for myself. Is that possible?"

Augustin Przewczy handed over a piece of paper and said, "Call out the names listed above. I hope to hear about their deaths."

Godot looked at it curiously, and his pupils suddenly shrank.

……

In the waters of Mexico.

The USS Arleigh Burke is sailing.

This Burke-class destroyer of the same name, produced by Bath Iron Works, was launched less than two years ago and had been undergoing sea training all along, not even participating in the Gulf War.

But this time, the military is going to blockade the Mexican waters, so they wanted him to show up first, little darlings!

Let everyone see the power of the US Navy!
也确实牛X，1×MK-45五英寸54倍径舰炮再加上12×八联装MK-41垂直发射系统，可装填标准SM-2防空导弹、战斧巡航导弹、垂直发射火箭助飞鱼雷等。

2 sorties of "Sea Hawk" anti-submarine helicopters.

It has strength in both long-range and short-range combat.

It's like a moving cannon.

Who is not scared after watching this?
Captain Siegel Barros also thought so, and he ordered the warship to move 60 nautical miles closer to the designated waters!

The adjutant panicked on the spot, "Sir, the Mexicans can see us at the dock."

"Just let them see it. If we don't let them see it, how can they feel fear and terror? We have to take care of the face that those idiots in the Army have lost!"

The U.S. military budget is limited, and the navy, army and air force all dislike each other, just like the Japanese idiots during World War II.

The Satsuma and Choshu clans disliked each other.

"Yes!" the deputy captain responded.

Siegel Barros yawned. He suddenly felt a little sleepy, or even... addicted. He asked the other party to take care of it first, and went back to the room. He took out a bag of white powder from his bag and started to smoke it.

Don’t be surprised…

Basic practice.

Isn't it just drug taking...

The United States is the largest drug user!
Even the president of the United States is rumored to have taken drugs.

If the current social opinion is not "open" enough, Mexican drug dealers are planning to advertise on the Super Bowl. However, it may be possible to realize this wish soon.

One bite, and you’ll feel like you’re in heaven…

After two bites, his face twitched!
After three bites, my heart suddenly ached!
Siegel Barros suddenly felt a little short of breath. He gasped for breath, stared with panic in his eyes. He reached out to open the door, but his legs went weak and he fell to the ground, twitching.

The whole person...

Curled up like a shrimp and trembling!
After a while, his eyes became red and swollen, and he began to foam at the mouth.

After two or three minutes, there was no movement.

At this moment, an alarm sounded inside the warship, and the door was slammed hard. "Sir, sir, the radar has detected a large number of aircraft!!"

No one responded from inside.

The people outside were anxious, "Captain, Captain..."

After shouting twice, I was really panicked.

There is a war and your superior is not here, so many orders cannot be issued.

"Go find the spare key!"

When they opened the door, they saw Siegel Barros lying on the ground with his eyes wide open, and their scalp went numb.

Damn it? !
"Missiles! Missile attack!! Air defense!!!"

Panic roars rang out over the horns inside the warship.