After leaving the Kremlin, Belia's heart was still pounding. He even took out a handkerchief and wiped the false sweat from his forehead, which had only a few hairs left.

Sitting in the comfortable back seat of the Oriental Royal Family, he gave an order to his driver.

"People's Committee on Diplomatic Affairs!"

Not long after, he appeared at the Soviet People's Committee on Foreign Affairs and met the leader there, Molotov.

Molotov now has almost completely monopolized the power of the Soviet diplomatic circle. Just like Beria, he has obtained most of the rights to Soviet intelligence work.

As far as historical evaluation is concerned, they are all experienced and have achieved considerable achievements in their work.

However, working in a totalitarian regime requires too much brainpower to protect one's own safety and play a game of thrustism with competitors.

It is obvious that professionalism is far away from this country, and the development of science and technology has only become some verbal slogans and short checks.

But they are obsessed with the struggle for power and do not care about these things. At least they will not be as eager as those arms dealers in the Chinese Federation who are eager to sell arms to the world for technology and professionalism.

However, in the 15 years since the rise of the Chinese Federation, it has become the world's largest superpower in science and technology. It just confirms this truth--that the countries and governments that abandon these pursuits are truly ignorant governments, and they don't even understand the principle that drug use is natural.

When the two bald heads meet, no one has time to laugh at the amount of hair on each other's head and the smoothness of the scalp.

A hurried look at each other, and some things are already self-evident.

"Please ask Comrade Beria here. I think you may be willing to taste the summer sun in Moscow!"

Molotov's whispers, like the greetings that most Soviet government officials met, were nutritious and had no taste.

However, when they came to the balcony, two bald heads glowed almost the same light in the sun, they really started to talk.

"You know, we shouldn't go around too many circles! I know some of your things, so I have to say you're a smart person!"

When Belia said these words, she stared at Molotov in front of her, her eyes sternly as if a policeman was reviewing a wanted criminal.

"Is that right? I have many things, and I don't know which one you are talking about. And in some things, I believe that God is probably not his opponent in those who work with me!

so……"

When he said "so", Molotov paused. The expression on his face did not change at all because of Beria's stern gaze.

When he heard the other party’s “so…” and waited for his text, Belia suddenly smiled. Even his smile made people feel as if it was in spring, which was a rare expression on Belia’s face.

"Mr. Molotov, although I don't have more evidence. But you know what makes me guess these, I have to say you're too careless!"

When Beria spoke, she was somewhat proud. At least he still had full confidence and pride in his ability to observe his face and analyze.

"Um!"

Molotov smiled as if he was ridiculed, and then he touched his face and started to laugh completely relaxedly.

"You know, they told me to like relaxed laughs, so that they can be physically and mentally healthy!"

I believe everyone understands this truth. Even anyone in the Soviet pyramids understands that a smile is beneficial to health.

But when power struggles are everywhere and unfair competition is everywhere, it is difficult to smile easily!

Belia shook her head thoughtfully, and then planned to express his different opinions.

"But……"

"No, but, that's what they said!"

When Molotov said this, he turned his tie open. There was a small and unique button made of pure gold and diamonds.

"Uh...I'm white!"

A small golden button made Beria understand completely!

It was the iconic button on a Thunder International dress, which could indicate that the person holding this button was fully protected by his wealth, dignity and security.

As for who the invader is, Thunder International is not concerned. No matter where the invader is, he will be chased endlessly and endlessly until the person who challenged Thunder International's credibility is exiled by the ashes.

Looking at Belia's expression, Molotov became even brighter when he smiled. Although he would not laugh like this in front of Stalin so far, others no longer became his threat.

Because as long as someone pays money in Thunder International, there is no matter morality, honor, or reputation. These lawless mercenaries will only use force to complete their tasks.

"Mr. Molotov, this is a really unique decoration! You know, I like these shining things, if I could have one..."

When Belia looked at the small button, she almost showed a clear gesture of swallowing saliva. Although as a politician, he should not be afraid of death, being killed by a worthless killing like Thunder International is definitely not the choice of a person who fights in politics.

Molotov smiled and shrugged easily.

"Of course, if you have enough exchange of interests, believe me they are very generous!"

Belia grinned, and the smile on his face became even brighter, as if there was the small ornament somewhere on him.

Then he looked at the streets of Moscow and sighed softly in his heart.

"It's like both sides of the strait, and I'm crossing this strait now!"

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At this time, there will often be misty light rain above the English Channel. But in every weather that can be lifted off, the fierce battle in the air will begin immediately.

When Xiaoyu had just retreated from the sky and had already left the air battleship, Feidi-z's engine, which appeared at the airport, roared.

I sat bored in the briefing room, watching the TV cameras of the Shanghai Army and the British Navy, and ran towards the plane while tightening the equipment that I had released while waiting.

As the top pilot of the Luftwaffe Air Force, Tang Xiaoan, known as the Little Satan, was selected as one of the first pilots of Germany's jet fighter jets.

Just like the position of the air warship team, an excellent captain will select his own team members and form his own flight team.

It is only because of the fierce battle over the English Channel that these excellent ace pilots are still stuck in their positions. The W-F1 fighter jets purchased from the Federation of China can only stay in their hangars in compromise.

The leather boots under your feet were stepping on the wet airport runway. In some uneven places, small water would splash with the water droplets of the boots.

The ground crew, who was splashed on his face by water, continued his work without caring about it. Turn on the fuses of the "dandelion" TV-guided bombs on the Stuka dive bomber.

Or maybe put on your military cap quickly, even though you don’t have time to cover your shirtless upper body with your military uniform.

"Good luck - sir!"

The pilots or bombers who boarded the fighter planes, while listening to the guidance information of Hawkeye on the aviation guidance in their headphones, hurriedly saluted their ground staff.

When the fighter planes slid across the wide runway one by one, roaring and roaring into the sky to form small teams, the ground crew members who were relaxed looked at their figures one by one.

The clouds were not high and the weather was not clear. Fighters formed escort squads around the huge twin-body airships.

Compared to the sky, these quick little guys seem slow to fly. Especially when compared to those who take off from deeper airports in France, they appear even more clumsy.

"God bless these guys!"

When they think of these young and beautiful young men who were just hurrying, about to enter the bloody battle over the English Channel, they couldn't help but pray for them like this!

Just when a large number of jet fighters took off at some requisitioned civil airports in France, or dive bombers taking off from field airports appeared in the sky.

An alarm sounded immediately at the airport of the Royal Air Force, which also had hawkeye. Through the information from the fan stations that collected and summarized radar information, groups of fighter pilots rushed out at the same speed as the German Fighter Pilot.

Similarly, their ground crew also launched fighter jets for them. When a flying dys-z, Spitfire, or the US P-40, p-47, and p-38 fighter jets took off, those ground crews reacted just like the German ground crew.

Blessings and salutes were given to all fighter pilots at the same time.

"That is a kind of respect, a kind of respect for the air knights who follow the demeanor of the knights on the battlefield to engage in brave and bloody battles! War is a place for the air knights to demonstrate their virtues and dedication.

Here I regret that I cannot participate in such a great air battle, and at the same time I express my personal respect to all the air knights on both sides!"

Just as these fighter planes rushed into the sky, the Red Duke Richthofen appeared in the news channel of the "First Line" of the Chinese Federation.

His words were almost at the same time to the ears of pilots on both sides of the war.
Chapter completed!