Soviet Union 1991

Just as Victor said, when they arrived at the police station, senior inspectors from Interpol were already waiting for them at the gate. The leader, Chief Byrne, was waiting for his subordinate Winterson with an embarrassed expression. arrived, and standing next to him was the indifferent Soviet ambassador to Saudi Arabia. ￥f,.

Almost as soon as Victor was dragged out of the car, Interpol's Byrne took out a sealed document from the Secretariat and threw it into Winterson's chest, speaking in a low voice and suppressing his emotions as much as possible. Said, "Winterson, you have to let this man go."

"Why? We finally caught him." Hearing the officer's answer, Winterson stopped immediately. However, when he lowered his head and glanced at the document, his face turned very pale. This was indeed Interpol. The documents officially signed by the organization do not contain any false elements. It seems that what Victor said in the car before is indeed true.

"Why let him go?" Bourne suddenly raised his voice. He glanced at Victor behind him, who was looking at him with a half-smiling expression. He said to Winterson, who was unaware of the current situation, "I'll tell you why. Within minutes of you catching him , Soviet Foreign Minister Shevardnadze directly called Interpol, and a few minutes later, even Soviet Prime Minister Pavlov directly called the Secretary-General, saying that we had arrested the wrong person. Do you think this can alarm the Soviet Foreign Minister and the Soviet Prime Minister. What kind of person is the suspect?"

"Don't forget that Interpol has no right to intervene in the muddy waters between politics and military affairs. We have no right to participate in the political privacy between any executive committee members. Do you understand Winterson? Otherwise, why do you think this top job The signed documents from the executive agency will be issued within a few minutes of your arrest."

"But he is obviously what we want..." Winterson tried to argue in front of the superior, but was rudely interrupted by the latter.

"There is no but, it's all just a misunderstanding." Boss Bourne directly unlocked Victor's handcuffs and replied apologetically, "I'm sorry for the unreasonable things my subordinates did to you. I hope Mr. Victor can forgive us for our mistakes.”

"Of course I won't care, and I hope he won't care at the same time." Victor took his briefcase and made sure that the documents inside were not stolen. He left the police station together with the Soviet ambassador to Saudi Arabia who was present.

Before leaving, Victor waved goodbye to the smiling Byrne and the sullen Winterson, "Goodbye, oh no. I don't want a friendly Soviet citizen like me to be treated as an Interpol agent again." A murderer on the most wanted list.”

After Victor left, an aggrieved Winterson turned around and asked his boss Bourne, "He is a murderer! Why let him go? Is our statistical list fake?"

"It's not up to you to decide whether he is the murderer or not, Winterson." Looking at this young and energetic but promising subordinate, Bourne lit a cigarette. He began to educate him slowly, "Do you really think that there won't be some national leaders behind some of the guys who joined Interpol? From the Soviet Union's series of actions, we can see that Victor's profound background is not that of us little ones. As the characters imagine, even the opposition leaders in Sierra Leone are friends with Victor."

"Okay, let's end this matter here. I don't want to get involved anymore." Bourne threw away the cigarette butt and muttered dissatisfiedly, "I will retire in a few years, and I don't want to get involved in such a bad situation now." Go inside."

Victor, who was taken away by the Soviet ambassador to Saudi Arabia, got his things back. Fortunately, he had not missed the last flight to Tehran. He would cross the Iranian border to Erbil.

"This incident is a warning from the CIA to you, Comrade Victor. Remember to protect your identity in other countries in the future. After all, the party will not always be able to fish you out in time." Soviet Ambassador to Saudi Arabia Nilokov stared forward and spoke to Victor intently.

"The CIA also sent their agents to Erbil, but I didn't expect them to declare war on us so quickly. But the PKK, which owed me a favor before, is now the time to repay it." Byrne He said to the Soviet ambassador to Saudi Arabia beside him, "So I want to know who the agent sent by the CIA is?"

"I heard it's a guy named Simien. You've been in this business for so long, have you ever heard of him?"

Hearing Simien's name, Victor narrowed his eyes. Old hatred and new hatred surged into his heart at the same time. He lowered his head and took out a photo from his briefcase. Inside was none other than Simien, who was shaking hands and chatting happily with the Minister of Defense.

"At a previous arms defense exhibition in Europe, Simien once said that a low-level arms dealer like me didn't deserve to talk to him at all. I wrote this sentence down and hope to return it to him one day."

Nilokov nodded. Replying to him in a bureaucratic tone, "It seems that there is already discord between you. I hope you can handle this matter well and not disrupt the high-level deployment in Iraq. If it doesn't work, I will The RU and the KGB will step in to assist you."

Nilokov, who graduated from Moscow State University, has always looked down upon these underground workers who took sideways paths. It is believed that this group of people are just investors chasing capital and cannot be called communist fighters at all.

Victor shook his head, "This is my war, and I don't need the CIA's agents to intervene. But it was a mistake for the CIA to let this guy go to Iraq to sell arms. How could they have thought of letting a person who knew so many secrets appear openly in the turbulent Iraq?"

"What do you mean?" Nilokov turned his head and asked in surprise.

"If President Mario or the American people knew that the CIA's top brass was selling weapons to their country's enemies, what would they think? At that time, it would not be as simple as resigning. The three agencies of the US Department of Justice, the FBI, and the Department of Homeland Security would intervene in the investigation, and these people would like to punish the CIA to death. Because of the Ames spy case, the CIA's trust in the top brass has fallen to the bottom. If there is another black arms sales incident that affects the credibility and image of the US government, I guess the CIA will only be reorganized."

This is indeed a very vicious plan. When the CIA was still cheering for its unexpected income, they didn't know that their agents' private revenge betrayed everyone. Once Simien leaked the matter, all the senior officials of the CIA would be in trouble. Nilokov, who was standing beside him, was a little uneasy. He didn't expect that a small misunderstanding would lead to such a huge contest.

Involving the struggle between the CIA and the KGB, this was no longer a level that he, an ambassador abroad, could get involved in. At this time, Nilokov chose to keep his mouth shut. Sometimes, pretending not to hear something can help you live longer.

Victor continued, "In this way, not to mention in the short term, even in two or three years, the expansion of the KGB will be far greater than the contraction of the US intelligence front, and the Middle East will become the main front for our competition with the United States. Taking over Iraq means that the overall US plan here will fail. Intelligence war and arms war will become two important chess pieces that affect Iraq's political situation."

For the first time, Nilokov realized that his view of Victor was so ridiculous. He shook his head and self-deprecatingly rejected his previous ridiculous view, "I thought you were just a group of intelligence personnel who were making black income for the party and the country, and chess pieces in the hands of the KGB."

The vehicle stopped in front of the airport lobby. Nilokov and a group of security personnel were notified that they could not leave until Victor was safely sent to the flight. Before getting off the car, Victor turned around and said to Nilokov, "It's not wrong to say that we are pawns, but our arms sales are a microcosm of the underground competition between the United States and the Soviet Union. So, Comrade Nilokov, do you still think that we are just a group of arms dealers who are irrelevant to the overall situation?"

When Victor got off the car, he muttered quietly, "We are just a group of unknown heroes who will never appear on the list of martyrs." (To be continued.)