"When I was not in China, the work of the State Administration of Military Administration proceeded as usual, and I wrote a summary report every month! I could see it even when I was in Berlin!" Selov looked at his subordinates and set the tone of the State Administration of Military Administration.

After the meeting, Selov took out a pile of white paper, with his own sketches on it. This is not Selov's own fart, nor is it a vase or something on it. It is all military equipment from Yishui, including J-7E fighter jets, T64 tanks and T72 tanks, which have not appeared yet but are not considered advanced in the future.

All the sketches are marked with data on these weapons, and of course the signatures are indispensable for reference only! Iseymotney was invited and these sketches were classified. "Airplane sketches were sent to the MiG Design Bureau, tanks were sent to the Kharkov Molozov Mechanical Design Bureau, and helicopters were sent to the Mili Design Bureau!"

"Director, are these designed by you?" Iseymotney seemed to have discovered a new world, looking at Selov's works. I have to say that the recent sketching courses have not been learned in vain, at least it seems quite like this.

"It was painted by me. Didn't you see the one next to it for reference only?" At this time, Selov had to hide his merits and fame. If he lived in the United States, he might have made a fortune with these things. But the Soviet Union's environment was different, and there was basically no possibility of becoming a rich man unless the Soviet Union collapsed.

Only these weapons that were not very advanced in later generations can Selov ensure the authenticity of them. For example, the F22 fighter, how can the specific parameters of ordinary people be seen? And there has never been any actual combat, and even speculation cannot be predicted.

"Do you want to sign? Otherwise, it may not attract attention!" Iseymotney said withdrew all the sketches.

"No need, just find the chief designer of the design bureau and give them the things! So what if I put my name on it? I am not the chief designer, and I don't need to earn more!" Sherov refused without thinking. The honors of these Soviet weapons should belong to their original chief designer. He took them out in advance just to avoid detours in these design bureaus, not specifically to plagiarize them.

This is just an ordinary thing for Selov, just like working hard to make money, and not spending his thoughts on robbery. The honors received by these weapons should belong to their original designers, rather than Selov who cheats on memory. The right path is originally clear, and there is no need to follow the wrong path of plagiarism. If it is a capitalist thing? Selov needs to consider it again.

Recently, the body and consciousness have become more and more consistent, which is very happy. A very healthy body and a powerful brain, even if he doesn't change a mountain of gold for Selov, he is not short of money, and he has time to plunder from the whole world.

For the remaining half month, Selov basically spent the time traveling. The difference is that ordinary people brought a woman with him two, "Sometimes I think I should be considered a very incompetent man, and I actually need my own woman to go out to work?"

"Why do you say that? Didn't you say that men and women are equal?" Valia, who was holding Selov's arm, smiled. She hadn't had such a relaxed atmosphere for a while, allowing her to enjoy such a relaxed atmosphere. "You are already very nice to me. Do you want to raise me into a noble lady? The city government's banner testified..."

When Selov heard the banner testifying, he almost laughed. He didn't know how the model couple's selection came out. Could it be based on Saudi standards? Then Selov deserved it. After all, he did not marry four wives openly.

"I am just a little better than ordinary Soviet men!" Selov was not modest. Compared with ordinary Soviet men, Selov's qualities can be said to be very bright.

The reason why the two people's understanding of men was that among the men Valia knew, Selov was an alien, and his attitude towards women was completely different from ordinary Soviet men. Selov's attitude was brought from China, and being good to women is worthy of being good to women, and there is no reason. He didn't think there was anything wrong with him being too kind to women, just like he wanted to eat when he was hungry, which was purely instinct.

"Don't be too anxious if you have any problems when you are in Kiev. If you can't solve any problems, you can come to me!" On the train station platform, Selov seized the last time. "The most important thing is to work smoothly. If you are unhappy, come back! The country has me making contributions, and you can contribute to me at home..."

Valia, who was instilled with fallacies, nodded frequently. Even if Selov ignored all the words, the woman still listened with an obedient attitude. She knew that this was Serov's love for her. Finally, she hugged Valia in her arms, and was stunned for a moment, and then pulled Ye Lianna next to her and hugged her, "I'm going abroad, you two are safe, I'm not afraid of anything..."

Because Selov took over the KGB mission to Berlin, he asked Ye Lianna to follow Valia to Ukraine. Today, he was actually here to send two people away.

"Be careful when going to Berlin, follow a few more internal police officers!" Valia approached Selov's ear and said, "I'm afraid that Americans will cause trouble for you because of Hungary..."

"Only I kill people, no one can kill me!" Selov patted the woman's back, looking at the platform that was almost empty and urged, "Okay! Get in the car, go back to Ukraine and see your parents and our daughter..."

Until the train disappeared from sight, Selov, who was like a sculpture, lit a cigarette and turned around and said, "I am very happy recently. Usually when I am happy, I always have unhappy things to come to me! They are unlucky to go to Berlin tonight!"

Such confrontations involving national levels do not exist at all. Selov led more than 100 people from the two departments of the Fourth Division and the Eleventh Division, including translators, internal affairs, field offices, police officers and disguised experts.

When getting off the bus from Berlin, the team receiving Selov and his group were also huge. The team of the Ministry of Security of the German Democratic Republic was already waiting at the train station. The German colleagues in light gray uniforms stood in a row. The leader was tall and serious, with a serious expression.

"The Director of the Third General Administration of the Soviet National Security Council, Yuri Yefimovic Selov, the rank of lieutenant general!" Selov could not hide the shock in his heart. This was the first time he had seen a person who was as young as he was already lieutenant general.

"Hello, Marcus Wolf, Ministry of State Security of the Democratic Republic of Germany, Director of the General Administration of Foreign Intelligence, Comrade Selov, welcome to Berlin!" Marcus Wolf's slender eyes glanced brightly, and he was obviously very curious about Selov.
Chapter completed!