"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?
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"Things are only right and wrong, 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 it."
Turning a blind eye to danger, even just a little bit.”
Born in a country, he naturally has nothing to repay, and 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 good news.
, will complete the supporting aviation facilities in the empty Australia.
The strategic transport aircraft project with France may increase 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 his red lips to express his loyalty.
"It mainly depends on you to fight for it. Otherwise, it will be difficult to push forward with Hercules in front." Pamela Mountbatten responded enthusiastically to her husband's love. She knew how much effort her husband put in for her aerospace industry.
Since her eldest daughter is approaching the age of going to school, this is the last time she is traveling back and forth with her mother, and her younger son is not old enough to travel long distances. Pamela Mountbatten now always takes her eldest son with her when traveling.
For their children who are growing up, the two of them do not completely agree on 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, whether the head of the family is worthy of the name is still open to question.
According to Alan Wilson's thinking, the two sons will naturally become officials when they grow up, and at least one of them must become 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 affairs within the royal family?" Alan Wilson's face remained calm and his heart did not beat. He seemed not to care or care about it. "The most important thing is to do your own 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 lost. 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 strange 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.
Getting bigger and bigger.
The deputy secretary-general of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, who was in a depressed mood, could only use work to anesthetize himself. First, he had to hone his acting skills.
Hepburn's independent apartment has two bedrooms, one of which has been converted into a studio for satisfying her hobbies in her spare time. 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.
, and so are the walls.
When Qiu Hua walked out of the kitchen with a cup of coffee, she was like a bright color walking among the furniture. She was wearing a white top and black tights. This dress outlined 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, put on a white coat and a white skirt. She lay on the comfortable sofa at home and closed her eyes. This was her first time in twelve hours.
Relax, almost fall 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 her.
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 the elegance she displayed.
, but that's just the professional side. When she faces 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.
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There are hundreds of photos in the private collection of the Deputy Secretary-General, no, it should be said that there are thousands of photos, including photos of her wearing all kinds of clothes, and photos of her wearing no clothes at all.
"I didn't forget it at first, but as soon as 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 failed, "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 Britain is delicate." Alan Wilson sighed and said to himself, "This request seems a bit selfish, especially for you."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! The depression on his face definitely comes from his heart. Forget about others, Hepburn is still different from other ladies in his heart.
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, during that difficult time, the man in front of her helped her a lot and spent a lot of effort to get her to where she is today.
"Let's go and see Ibi. I wonder if she still remembers her father." Alan Wilson stood up with Hepburn in his arms, seemingly forgetting 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,
Wish you a happy journey."
Pinkovsky smiled friendly, then stepped on the accelerator and drove away, but he didn't see the young traffic policeman behind him. His eyes suddenly became sharp. Pinkovsky didn't 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 did not know his mother's purpose at all, 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.
When they were in contact, the domestique officer suddenly appeared and pointed a gun at him. Pinkovsky was stunned and tried to use his identity as a general to fight in vain.
"There is no tomorrow for traitors!" When Pinkovsky heard this, he immediately recognized the person in front of him as the young policeman he had met before. Alexeyev's face was full of disgust, and he grabbed the contact person 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 little bird in front of him who didn't know how high the sky was.
This kind of shouting was directly greeted by a blow. Pinkovsky was hit in the abdomen and bent down in pain, but immediately Alexeyev grabbed his hair and lifted it up, looking at Pinkovsky fiercely.
"Traitor, stare 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 upset.
It is anger, "Check out all his social relationships, no matter who he is, no one can be let go."
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.