Stockmann strode along the empty streets. His worn, oil-stained coat could not completely resist the cold. Stockmann raised the collar of his coat, shrunk his neck and quickened his pace.
He turned a corner, ducked into the alley, and waited in the shadow of the alley for nearly five minutes.
No one came, which meant that he was not being followed. Stockmann then turned around and walked into the depths of the alley against the wall of the alley. He stopped in front of a wooden door and knocked on the door the agreed code.
After entering the door, Stockman saw ten familiar faces. They all looked at Stockman with a mixture of nervousness and expectation.
"Stolypin has arrived in Kiev." Stockman sat down at the table where everyone was sitting, picked up the wine bottle on the table and took a few sips. "There is his daughter among the guards, but we are not completely without them.
Chance. His daughter is going to the monastery tomorrow to visit those stubborn old men and her descendants. Stolypin will not participate in this event, so we will take advantage of that time to assassinate him."
"You mean," said Mishka, the youngest of the people present, "that we are going to sneak into the mansion where he lives and assassinate him?"
"He would not leave his cousin's mansion without his daughter by his side," Stockmann's voice was as steady as steel, "so we had no choice but to go in and kill him. Fortunately, one of the servants in the mansion had a comrade of ours.
It will create an opportunity for us to sneak into the mansion. I know this is a suicide mission, so I will sneak into the mansion with you. As long as Stolypin is killed, the royalists and other reactionaries will be scattered, and the red flag of the Soviet Union will be spread throughout the entire country.
Flying over Mother Russia, the old world that oppressed us will perish, and the motherland will be reborn!"
"Internachonair will be realized first on Russian soil!" Mishka took over Stockman's words with great enthusiasm.
The people around the table showed completely different reactions to Mishka's words.
Old Porus snorted softly and said: "As long as there is enough bread, I don't care about Internachonel. If the masters don't give us a way to live, we can't wait to die. It's that simple."
"Yeah, it's that simple." Unlike Mishka, who was angry and wanted to refute, Stockman had no intention of refuting the old fitter's words, "Let's confirm tomorrow's action plan. First of all
arms……"
At this time, a sudden knock on the door interrupted Stockmann's words.
Stockman turned around and exchanged glances with Aunt Pangelai, who provided them with this meeting place. The aunt shook her head with confusion: "No one in my family is outside. If they are not yours..."
At this moment, the knocking on the door suddenly became rough. It was obvious that the person outside the door had lost his patience. A voice shouted rudely: "Open the door, police, we want to search this house! Open the door now, or we will
Breaking down the door and getting in!"
Stockmann winked at the others and mouthed to them: "Go through the back door, quickly!"
At this time, Aunt Panjielai also yelled at the door: "Who is it! You are not letting anyone sleep! Why are you making such a noise!"
After calling out, the aunt stepped hard on the wooden stairs next to the corridor, creating the illusion that she was going downstairs.
While the aunt was stalling for time, Stockmann and his party quickly walked through the narrow corridor of the house and came to the back door that opened in another alley.
Stockmann opened the door a crack, peeked out for a moment, then opened the door completely, signaling everyone to run.
Mishka rushed out of the door and jumped down the low stairs outside the door, but before he could stand firm on the ground in the alley, the bullet penetrated his heart.
Bullets were shot out from the deserted alley one after another, and the Bolshevik underground members who were unable to defend themselves were shot one after another. Only Stockmann ducked into the cover of the wall at the critical moment, and all the bullets that were supposed to hit him were missed.
On the wall on the other side of the back door, the wall and the wallpaper on it were torn to pieces...
"Silent submachine gun..." Stockman saw similar equipment when he was training in Vladivostok. It was advanced equipment used by the Chinese army's elite reconnaissance team. "This is impossible..."
At this time, there was a strange light flickering outside the door. Stockman carefully poked his head out, and he saw strange "ripples" on the mottled stone wall... No, that was not the surface of the stone wall.
The ripples were caused by changes in the air between the stone wall and Stockmann.
Before Stockmann could think about what this change meant, the bullet penetrated his head.
After the muffled sound of Stockmann's fall subsided, the entire alley was enveloped in silence.
After a brief dim light, black figures appeared out of thin air in the alley. There were six figures in total, surrounding the back door of the secret gathering place from different directions. They were all wearing black tights that seemed to blend in with the night, and their heads looked like large...
A strange instrument like goggles, holding a small submachine gun equipped with a silencer in his hand.
The man who looked like the leader ducked to the door. At this time, there was a noise from the direction of the front door. It seemed that the Russian police finally couldn't stand the aunt's delay and broke in. Even in the alley by the back door, the aunt could be heard.
That insult without fear.
The leader reached out and pressed Stockmann's carotid artery. After confirming his death, he whispered an order over the radio: "Evacuate, mission accomplished."
Then the six black figures were just as they had appeared, melting into the darkness of the alley in the fleeting light, and disappearing without a trace in an instant.
Only a wild cat that happened to be walking here noticed the abnormality. It hunched over the wall and made a threatening sound into the nothingness.
**
"The Gestapo's operational troops are proceeding very smoothly against the Bolshevik organizations in Kiev, Rostock, Minsk, Murmansk and other cities." Viktoria reported to Lin Youde alone in his study, "Su Fang's optical camouflage played a considerable role.
Good effect, although the fatal weakness of not being able to use it under strong light limits its further performance, its role in operations at night and cloudy days is undoubted."
"Another major drawback of this thing is that it is too expensive." Lin Youde threw the report that he had only read at the beginning on the table. "It can only be used by specially trained elite troops for secret infiltration and infiltration."
"On the other hand," Victoria ignored Lin Youde's comments and continued her own report, "the effectiveness of the low-light night vision device also provided by Su Fang has been verified in actual combat. Compared with the optical camouflage, which has many restrictions,
, the night vision device is much better in terms of reliability and has reached the level of being installed in general troops."
"I understand." Lin Youde nodded, "I will let Du Qifeng arrange research related to the mass production of night vision devices. Let's go back to Russia. So, the Bolsheviks' power in Western Russia has been seriously weakened?
"
"Yes."
"And Stolypin received huge loans from the British?"
“There are also ‘banned drugs’ in unknown doses.”
Forbidden drug is the code name Lin Youde gave to the potion in Moriarty's hand.
"The dosage is unknown...even you can't figure out how much medicine Stolypin got..."
"I'm very sorry." Viktoria said this without any apology on her face. "We are ready. As long as you give the order, the Gestapo will destroy these medicines in Stolypin's hands."
Lin Youde was silent for a while, and then said in a deep voice: "Then do it, do it cleanly, and don't leave any clues to others." (Why did I update it again? Because, my t71 in the morning was still 10 wins and 3 losses.