"Comrade Dimirenko, what's the situation in the city at present?"!

"Very good." Dimirenko immediately replied: "The morale of the military and civilians is high, and I firmly believe that under your leadership, we can also win the Second Moscow Defense War. Of course, there are also wavers with unstable positions. Under your guidance, we have arrested and executed a large number of betrayers and attempted betrayers.

"Very good, war is coming, and Moscow must be turned into a large furnace, throwing all the traitors and our enemies into it and melting." Stalin nodded with satisfaction: "So, is there anything particularly important to you in such a hurry to see me, Comrade Dimirenko?"

"Yes, and very urgent," Dimilenko said immediately: "I know you will inspect the First Tractor Factory in Moscow tomorrow, but according to our practical information, a despicable murder is going on quietly...."

Stalin's face changed a little.

What he feared most in his life was the murders against himself, and in order to avoid murder, the security guards around him were almost completely leaked, but even so, Stalin still felt that there were enemies everywhere around him.

So when he heard that a murder was happening on himself, Stalin's anger was suddenly ignited: "Arest them immediately and shoot them all!"

"We can't catch them for the time being..."

When he said this, Dimirenko noticed that Stalin's face changed again and said hurriedly: "This enemy is very cunning. I learned about this conspiracy by a very accident. When I was about to arrest them, the enemy seemed to have learned the news in advance and ran away. Comrade General Secretary, you must know that the arrest was carried out very secretly. Even the team members involved in the operation did not know who they were going to arrest. I didn't tell them until the departure, so there was no traitor among the team members.

Stalin immediately understood: "Then please tell me, who else have you told me about this except for your accident?"

Belia hesitated for a moment before saying, "Comrade Belia..."

"Who? Who are you talking about?" Stalin's eyebrows thumped.

"Comrade Ravrendi, Pavlovich, Beria."

Stalin didn't believe that Belia might be the traitor!

Belia was born in a small town near Sukhumi, the capital of Abkhazia, Georgia. Both her parents were farmers. After graduating from the technical school, she joined the Lenin Bolsheviks in Baku in March 1917. In 1920, Belia joined Chika and formed an indissoluble bond with anti-counterfeiting and defense work. Chika was the first political police organization in the Soviet Union, and the first leader was Derrynsky, and was the predecessor of the later KGB.

In 1933, Stalin was assassinated. Beria bravely covered Stalin with her body. The assassin was shot dead on the spot, demonstrating Belia's love and loyalty to Stalin.

In 1938, Belia began to be responsible for the Ministry of Internal Affairs, which had several divisions and hundreds of thousands of defense workers. Belia rebuilt the foreign intelligence network that suffered major damage and consolidated the Soviet Union. After the outbreak of the German-Soviet War, Belia made due contributions and was a member of the National Defense Committee, the highest authority of the state during the war. He worked a lot, ranging from intelligence, diplomacy, organization of the construction of fortifications, factory retreat to weapons production, etc. He did a lot of work to defend Stalin.

During the First Moscow Defense War, he remained in line with Stalin. Beria's outstanding work ability made him a member of the Politburo within a few years.

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If Beria was a traitor, then there would be no one to believe.

Thinking of this, Stalin's expression became extremely serious: "Comrade Dimirenko, I must seriously warn you that Comrade Belia is not only a member of the Politburo, but also your immediate superior. At the same time, he has made great contributions to the party. If you make such a false accusation without real evidence, you will be severely investigated!"

Dimirenko was not afraid at all: "I hope this is not true, but, Comrade General Secretary, your route to inspect the First Tractor Factory is often formulated a few minutes before you set out, right?"

Stalin nodded. This was his habit. This would prevent those who attempted to assassinate themselves from knowing the route in advance and deploying assassinations in a targeted manner.

Even my own substitute guard would not know until then.

"Comrade Beria is responsible for your safety." Dimirenko immediately said: "When you decide which route you want to take, he will arrange the safety of that route. Please allow me to assume that he is the enemy, then he will be the only person around you who has the opportunity to contact the outside world and tell the assassination route as timely as possible. Although time is very fast, there is a chance to let the enemy make some arrangements, right?"

"Speak on." Stalin said coldly.

"Yes, Comrade General Secretary." Dimilenko adjusted his breathing: "Your safety represents whether the Soviets can win. I know you doubt my intelligence, so we can confirm it. I suggest you cancel your visit to the First Tractor Factory tomorrow immediately, but don't tell anyone, especially Comrade Beria...."

Stalin soon understood what Dimirenko wanted to do.

If Stalin leaves the Kremlin, Beria will know ten minutes in advance that Stalin finally decided to take the route and make corresponding arrangements. Then, if Stalin was attacked on the road, Beria is indeed the only person who has the opportunity to convey the information.

Just arrange a fake trip and use Stalin's secret stand-in, and everything will be clear.

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"What about you, what will you do during this period?" Stalin asked suddenly.

Dimilenko said calmly: "From now on, I ask you to seize me secretly and not allow me to have any contact with the outside world. If it is proven that my judgment is wrong in the end, then I beg you to shoot me to warn our comrades in the party!"

Stalin nodded silently: "I accept your request... Comrade Dimirenko, even if you prove that your suspicion is wrong in the end, you will not be punished. You have shown your loyalty to me well."

Jimilian breathed a sigh of relief.

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Now that I have done what I should do, it depends on the Skeleton Baron.

The only thing he couldn't understand was what method did the Skeleton Baron use to know Stalin's travel route?

Is there an insider next to Stalin who is not known to anyone?

If this is true, it is really incredible.

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Unigroup Military Base.

Wang Weiyi sat there comfortably, holding a cup of steaming tea and taking a sip from time to time.

Of course he could not know which route Stalin would take, but Xiaoling could monitor it closely. Once the Kremlin convoy set off, the base would send Wang Weiyi to that road for "ambush".

No matter how smart Stalin was, he could not think that he was fighting with an extremely powerful base.

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"The convoy appears, the target is captured...." Xiaoling quickly discovered the target: "I will follow the convoy and finally determine the location..."

Wang Weiyi picked up the gun beside him and stood up: "Si Dao Erina, we have work to do...."

Guo Yunfeng and Elina smiled at each other. This mission was actually not very dangerous. You can retreat with just a few shots.

It seems that the role of the base is not just in war. If you want to accuse someone of a person, the base can also play a huge role.

God knows how the dirty idea of ​​"Ramboyer" came up with.

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Unfortunately, Wang Weiyi's target this time was not Beria, otherwise even if Beria was covered in her mouth, she would not be able to explain clearly.

"The orientation is determined, and now start teleporting......"

Two minutes later, the base arrived at the ambush site, and Wang Weiyi, Guo Yunfeng and Elina were sent to the base and put down.

Hide in an abandoned factory building, Wang Weiyi aimed: "Actually, sometimes we are a promising job when we are assassins. Look, we have Xiao Ling, who can grasp the trends of assassinating the target anytime and anywhere, and I think we will make a fortune."

Guo Yunfeng and Elina were too lazy to pay attention to this guy's nonsense.

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All Europe treats the Skeleton Baron as a god, but in Guo Yunfeng and Elina's hearts, the "Ramboyer" is a guy who likes to have inexplicable and unrealistic fantasies.

Of course, sometimes I feel very sloppy.
To be continued...