East Berlin's June Boat Song

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Outside the West Berlin Hotel, I hid in an F-series pickup truck and watched Haydn and his wife walk into the brightly lit banquet hall in their best attire.Haydn's face made me inexplicably familiar, but I couldn't remember it for a while.

After three days of investigation, I finally located his trace.He is a well-behaved person, not low-key, but not ostentatious.Always accompanied by a driver in black - maybe a bodyguard, except of course when he was with his beautiful wife.

Frustratingly, he barely had a single moment, which forced me to take a moment to keep tracking him.Of course, I also sneaked into his luxury apartment in the city center while he was away and installed a tiny bug.

Every night I hid in the guest room of Major Victor’s apartment and listened. To my surprise, the two apartments were not far from each other, even on the same street.This provides great convenience for my actions.

Every morning after breakfast, Major Victor would go for a walk on the grounds that Ilanga needed fresh air, and I would go out with them, walking south along the main street and always passing Haydon's apartment.No one would suspect that the pedestrian walking with the patient in a wheelchair passed by Haydn several times without him noticing me.

I originally planned to continue to observe for a period of time before making further arrangements, but on the morning of July 7, a news article published in the "Pravda" delivered by the newsboy made me almost faint holding the newspaper.

Beria was arrested...

He was taken to Moscow for treason.

I leaned on the corner of the table and gasped for breath, unable to organize my thoughts for a while.So what's going on with Julian and Sasha now?Are they still in East Berlin?

God!I only now understand the complications they were talking about.Maybe they already knew that Beria's situation was very dangerous, so they have been carefully deploying or withdrawing?

And at that time, as Julian's well-known informant, I repeatedly defended the spies who sold intelligence, and openly confronted the military and police of the National Security Bureau's General Investigation Bureau for the resistance movement?

I almost vomited blood, Rhine, Rhine, you are really good.

Although I had already guessed that Julian had brought me to West Berlin to protect me, I didn't expect the situation to be so serious.All of a sudden, I felt like I was on fire. I couldn't wait to go back to East Berlin. I couldn't hesitate anymore. I had to complete the task as soon as possible and go back as soon as possible.

Throwing down the newspaper and picking up my backpack, I walked out of Colonel Victor's apartment, lowered my peaked cap, and jumped into the rented Ford. I've made myself look like a good American these days.

Of course, there was no deliberation at all, it can be said to be natural, yesterday I was walking down the street and a chick whistled at me and called me a Boston boy.

Taking a deep breath, I said to myself, Rhine, don't be in a hurry, the more critical the moment is, the more cautious you should be, and you can't make any trouble. Don't be afraid, you have to take this step.

Although I kept admonishing myself in my heart, my hands still couldn't help shaking.I don't have any experience in killing people, although I know that many people have lost their lives indirectly through my hands.

But the essence of human beings is selfish and hypocritical. In order to satisfy his so-called conscience, he can pretend that he can't see anything.

If he didn't use the knife himself or shoot the gun himself, that person didn't kill himself.

I sat in the car thinking about the inferiority of human beings like a philosopher, but my face was as pale as paper, and my smile was uglier than crying.Not long after, Haydn came out of the apartment. Through the monitoring last night, I knew that he was going to the CIA's Berlin operation base in Durham today.

I followed his car cautiously.

The CIA's West Berlin operation base was established on Fuchlenweg Street, a tree-lined street, quiet and quiet, located in the high-society gathering area in the suburbs of Durham, Zellendorf District, surrounded by beautiful parks. In summer, the quiet fragrance of flowers in the air makes people ecstatic.

This is a beautiful building. From the outside, the red-gray spire looks like a church in the woods in the countryside, full of the atmosphere of the old times.Grandma Niya took Misha and me to have a picnic here many years ago. I remember that there was an oval lawn in the park, and a huge oak tree fluttered in the wind, casting cool shadows.

What a comfortable and beautiful place, who would have thought that it would become the largest intelligence center of the United States in Western Europe?Countless spies and intelligence personnel are dormant here, and to be honest, there may be some of us inside.

I grinned, parked the car on the side of the road, walked into a nearby park, bought a newspaper and sat on a bench to read.I'm glad I'm dressed in high-end clothes today, otherwise I would be spotted at a glance in this kind of upper-class neighborhood.

Waiting patiently, I read the news of Beria's arrest in the newspaper over and over again.

This news seems to give me a strange power, making me temporarily forget the fear of killing people in my heart.

Only by going back can I know the situation of Julian.

Only by killing Haydn can I return to his side.

I understand.

A few hours later, it was almost dusk, I bought sandwiches and coffee at the newsstand to fill my stomach, and pretended to take a walk around the nearby park several times, but my eyes never left the red spire building. Finally, at [-] p.m. At a quarter o'clock, Haydn came out from the red building inside.

I hurried back to the car and followed.

To my surprise, he neither went home nor went to any banquet hall, but drove along Kudamm Street to the western suburbs. Soon after, the car stopped in front of an abandoned factory. Accompanied by the driver, he walked in.

Maybe connecting with an informant?

I checked the equipment in my backpack, took out two of the latest Makarov (PM) pistols equipped with senior officers and an APS assault pistol that can quickly incapacitate the target, took enough spare bullets, and then I also took some anesthesia needles and cyanide in case of emergency. When I jumped out of the car, I still felt that I should bring a heavy weapon, so I carried a Bobosha (PPs41) that had brought countless nightmares to the German army. ) submachine gun, the cat crawled into the gray abandoned factory.

I was terribly afraid of death.

My heart was beating wildly, this was my first time fighting alone, but the tension hadn't reached its climax, almost at the moment when I entered the factory gate, a bullet passed close to my face, leaving a bloodstain on my face!

I was shocked, and quickly found a cover to fight back. The super high shooting skills that Julian trained me played a role at this moment. After the shot was fired, I heard a scream from over there.

I quickly calmed down and fled forward, only to find that there were four or five people in the factory.I instantly realized that this was a trap, and I couldn't help but thank myself for being a coward.

Fortunately, I brought a heavy weapon...

At this moment, no one can consider whether killing is worthy of their own conscience. In order not to be killed by others, they can only kill others.I took a deep breath and raised my submachine gun.

An extremely fierce gun battle broke out. Obviously, the opponent did not expect me to be so well prepared. Under the super output of firepower, they were quickly defeated. I saw Haydn fleeing in a hurry, picked up the gun and chased after him.

"Damn! Who the hell are you? Aren't you here for revenge?" He looked at the Soviet guns hanging all over my body, his face full of shock and confusion.

However, I think my expression should be exactly the same as his, revenge?What revenge?

But the camouflage skills I learned in the Stasi's back room made me calm down quickly, and I performed superb acting skills, and followed his words and said: "Yeah, the day has finally come..."

There was panic in his eyes, and after being pushed into a corner by me step by step, he suddenly became emotional, and shouted at the top of his voice: "That's also to blame for your damn sister who violated the military order, she actually wanted to get you out of the army ,Ha ha!"

His eyes became red again, and he pointed at me tremblingly: "You think, you think I'm willing to let her go to the front? To the damn Arden Forest? If she will accept my love... I won't... oh, God, Lilith, I love you! My dear Lilith!"

He knelt down and cried bitterly, like an actor performing a tragic scene in a Shakespeare play, so full of emotions that he rushed towards me like a wave.All the memories go back to the spring of 1944 in an instant.

——In the conscription building of the Ministry of National Defense, after Lilith rejected me, the lieutenant colonel called me to take two steps.

Ha, that's it, that's it.

I looked up at the sky of Berlin, where the green stars were shining in the deep sky, just like my beautiful sister.I have wondered countless times why she was sent to the front line, and it turned out that everything happened for a reason.

She loves me so much that she would spare her life to keep me.

But she was helpless, sleeping forever in the bloody forest in Belgium.

I also understood that Haydn was the target of the assassination. Since he was the first person to be killed, Julian was so considerate and arranged a revenge scene for me.

I shook my head with a wry smile, raised my gun, and looked coldly at the panicked man in front of me.

"You're right, I'm here for revenge."

"Now, you can die."

Bang, blood mixed with brains bloomed a scarlet flower on the gray wall.

Without any hesitation, without any trembling, the corpse fell limply, blood spreading to my feet.

I burst into tears and closed my eyes.

However, in the next second, there was a sharp pain in his back.

A hot bullet sank into my chest.

The sky circulates, and the green stars gradually fade away.

Once again, I paid the price for my so-called kindness.

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CIA refers to the Central Intelligence Agency of the United States. From 1953 to 1961, the director of the Central Intelligence Agency was Allen Dulles.

"Pravda" is the official newspaper of the Soviet Union.I can’t write more about the high-level Soviet Union during this period, but I will briefly explain it to the extent that I can understand it as a background board, mainly serving the plot, otherwise it will be too complicated...