My own war game

Chapter 156 You've chosen the wrong opponent!

"I want you to remain silent about what happened in Kiev." Beria made his request with his hands folded at the table.

He Chi did not touch the money on the table, but stared at Beria silently as if he was trying to figure out something.

Belia smiled dumbly and patted his forehead. "Look at me. I've been too busy lately. How can I treat an elite intelligence officer like those small fry and just use money to get rid of him?"

Then he pressed a button, and a small compartment opened, with a drawing lying quietly inside.

Belia walked in, reached out to take out the things inside and threw them to He Chi.

He Chi took the thing, unfolded it in his hands, and found that it was a sketch of an airplane. After looking at it carefully, he found that the style on the drawing was very similar to the American P-47 Thunderbolt fighter.

Seeing the change in He Chi's expression, Belia was very satisfied. "After all, he is an ace intelligence officer. He can tell the value of this blueprint with just one look."

"I got the latest aircraft design from the Americans. I don't need to tell you how valuable it is."

"What do you think? As long as you agree to my conditions, you can take this blueprint away directly." Beria looked into He Chi's eyes and said, he believed that no intelligence agent could resist such temptation.

He Chi suddenly smiled and said, "Mr. Beria, I am very interested in your conditions, but it seems that a simple hush money doesn't have to be so expensive, right?"

"Of course, this is just the beginning. I have something I want to show you."

"what?"

"Wait a moment, I'll go get it."

After saying this, the spy chief stood up and prepared to leave.

"Please wait a moment, Mr. Beria!" He Chi stood up and called out to the other party, "Can you answer a question for me first?"

"Please speak, Mr. 007." Beria turned around and smiled.

He Chi leaned over and whispered in Beria's ear, "Can you tell me why there are so many pipes buried in such an ordinary conversation room?"

! ! ! ! !

The other party found out!
Without thinking too much, Belia quickly stepped back and then quickly pressed the alarm on the wall.

Someone rushed out from the secret door on the other side with a gun!

BANG!!! BANG!!!
A loud gunshot rang out, and the first two people who rushed out were hit in the shoulders and thighs. When the others rushed into the house, they found that a silver-white revolver was pointed at Minister Beria's head.

"Mr. Beria, aren't you going to explain? Why are you talking to me in a gas chamber?" He Chi grabbed the other person's neck and pushed the pistol upwards. The hot muzzle made the hostage's skin hurt slightly.

"Where did you get the weapon? We clearly searched you!" Beria said gritting his teeth.

"Now you should answer my questions." The Oriental man tightened his grip.

"You can't get out. The whole building is full of our people! You will die if anything happens to me!" After all, Beria was a man who had experienced many storms. With a gun pointed at his head, Beria neither denied nor begged for mercy. Instead, he threatened.

"Yeah, what should we do?" The Oriental man seemed troubled and thought for a while, then asked the guard opposite him, "Comrade, what time is it?"

"What?" The other party was a little confused by the completely unrelated question, and then said "11:48"

"Idiot!" Belia cursed in his heart, "If you don't understand what the other party means, just shut up instead of following his rhythm."

"Then we still have a little time, Mr. Beria, please walk with me for a while." He Chi strangled the other's neck and began to move towards the corridor.

The hall was already crowded with security personnel, with more than a dozen pistols pointed at the intruders, but the highest officer was in the hands of the other party, so everyone else was afraid to use any weapon.

"Why don't we talk? I can give you a letter of guarantee that I will never do anything to you again." Beria tried to shake He Chi's determination. "Sorry, I no longer believe in the promises of the intelligence chief. Menzies owed me 100 pounds a year ago and he hasn't paid me back yet." He Chi responded indifferently.

Someone tried to ambush him at the corner, but the Oriental man was very familiar with the environment here, as if he had seen a topographic map, and there was no chance for them to attack.

Finally, the two of them came to the top floor, which was a rooftop besides a broadcasting studio. He Chi looked down and saw that the perimeter of the first floor was full of armed gunmen, about 40 to 50 people.

"You have nowhere to escape, surrender!"

"Shh! Mr. Beria, how about I make a bet with you?" He Chi whispered in his ear.

"What are you gambling?"

"Bet I can get everyone down there to put down their guns."

"Without my order, this is impossible!"

"Really? Then the bet is established. If I do it, please think again before you touch my people."

After He Chi finished speaking, he smashed open the door of the broadcasting room and turned on the communicator.

After a sharp sound of electric current, the broadcasting speakers covering the entire building were turned on.

"Ahem, listen up, everyone below, I am Lavrenti Pavlovich Beria! Your commander!" A deep voice came from the loudspeaker.

Beria was stunned. The words coming from the loudspeaker were 90% similar to his own. There was almost no difference between them on the radio channel.

"Now I order you! Put down your guns! And raise your hands above your heads!"

The people below were a little confused, holding their weapons and not knowing what to do.

"This is an order! Do you need me to repeat it again?!" The voice on the radio became stern.

Clatter, clatter~ Weapons were thrown to the ground one by one, and a pair of hands were raised.

Not only the people below, but also the pursuers in the corridor, some of them almost dropped their weapons, and only reacted after being slapped by their companions.

"As expected of the famous 007, what a great trick!" Beria said gritting his teeth when he saw his men being teased.

"Don't be impatient, Mr. Beria, the best is yet to come." He Chi smiled and pointed to the microphone again.

"I, Lavrentiy Pavlovich Beria, a Georgian, joined the Bolsheviks in 1917. During the suppression of the Transcaucasian rebellion in 1931, I was executed without trial..."

"During the great movement of 1939, I used my power to imprison and exile people... and also to shoot people..."

Beria's eyes almost popped out of his head. The other party recklessly told the secrets from many years ago in his own tone. What was even more terrifying was that at least 7% of them were true. He had not even told Stalin some of the things.

Damn it! Is this a ghost?
What a monster the British have cultivated!

Seeing Beria's expression, He Chi nodded with satisfaction and said, "Mr. Minister, it seems that I have won. Remember our bet. If you regret it, I can come to you."

As soon as he finished speaking, Belia's neck loosened, and the Oriental man actually let him go, stood with his back to the side of the tall building, and then jumped lightly.

Belia ran after it, only to see a blurry figure disappearing into the darkness.

Without a trace!

　1100 orders have been placed, thank you all, and happy Mid-Autumn Festival to everyone!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)