My own war game

Chapter 176 Should I believe him?
"Women go and help transport supplies. We will distribute bread according to each person's labor. Here is a letter of introduction." Yulia, wearing a major's military uniform, put a red stamp on the letter of introduction and handed it to the worker in front of her.

Watching the captain of the workers' militia wearing an armband salute respectfully and walk out of the door, Yulia sighed deeply.

She is now the material distribution officer of a region in northern Moscow, managing the food supply of tens of thousands of people in the area. This is a position that countless people desire during war. In a sense, her power now is greater than that of the commander of an infantry regiment.

But she knew that she was actually being left idle.

After escaping the life-and-death struggle environment in Ukraine, Yulia was only promoted in military rank and given a lucrative position.

And then? Stay away from the core mission of the Cheka, away from all confidential information, and even live under semi-surveillance.

She saw the look in Belia's eyes when he looked at her, which was full of suspicion and distrust.

There was no point in arguing; her career as an intelligence officer was over ever since that man caused a scene at the Ministry of Internal Affairs headquarters.

A feeling of fatigue came over her. She hadn't had a good rest for three consecutive days.

You guys keep an eye on it for a while, I'm going to take a rest, I told my deputy beside me, and Yulia planned to sleep for an hour.

But when she reached the front door, she heard a noisy sound outside.

"Let me in! Let me in! I want to see Major Yulia!"

"The Major is very busy and has no time to meet with anyone! Get out!"

Yulia put on her clothes and walked out the door, where she saw a cavalryman covered in mud, leading a mud-covered horse that was panting constantly, and arguing fiercely with the guards.

"Wait a minute!" Yulia called the guard at the door and walked over.

"I am Yulia. Have we met before?" The female major looked at the unfamiliar cavalryman.

"No sir, but special envoy, Comrade He Chi asked me to give this to you." Alexei wiped the mud off his face and handed the letter in his arms to Yulia.

"Who's letter?!" The female major took the letter, tore it open with her hands, and just glanced at it. The expression on her face instantly became serious.

"Give me the truck keys. I'm going out for a while." Yulia asked her assistant for the keys.

The assistant said with some embarrassment, "Major, the flour on the truck has not been unloaded yet. We have to wait at least another ten minutes."

"Don't worry about that, just give it to me first!" Yulia raised her voice unconsciously, then snatched the key and stepped onto the half-unloaded truck in two steps.

After the ignition, before anyone could react to what was happening, the truck loaded with flour rushed out of the yard with a cloud of smoke and dust.
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In the Ministry of Internal Affairs office building, some staff members are installing wire mesh on the surrounding windows.

At this moment, smoke and dust suddenly billowed at the corner of the street, and a truck kept knocking over things around it.

"What's going on! What are you doing?!" The nervous guard raised the submachine gun in his hand.

With a squeak, the truck braked suddenly and stopped in front of the gate. A white smoke rose up around, and a woman in a major's uniform got out of the car.

"I'm Yulia, a field worker from the NKVD! I have something important to discuss with the Deputy Minister!" The woman raised her ID card, ignoring the white flour on her body, and walked into the building.

"Wait a moment," the captain of the guard at the door stopped her.

"Comrade Beria has told you that you cannot return to the headquarters building without his summons."

"Please! I have something important to do."

"I'm sorry, Comrade Major, this is an order." The captain of the guard was unmoved.

Glancing at her watch, Yulia muttered to herself, "It's too late."

Then, as if she had made up her mind, she took out her service pistol, which she had hardly ever used since it was issued to her.

boom!
A bullet flew into the sky, and then the gun in Yulia's hand was knocked away by the guard beside her, and the whole person was controlled. However, her goal had been achieved. This place was only one street away from the Kremlin. If there was a gunshot in such a sensitive place, Beria would definitely take care of it personally.

She was right.

In less than ten minutes, she was escorted by the guards and brought before Beria.

"You'd better have a good reason to shoot me at the gate." Beria sat at his desk with his hands folded, revealing sharp eyes, and said to Yulia.

"Sorry, Comrade Deputy Minister, I have an emergency here." Yulia handed over the letter in her hand.

Belia took the letter with some doubts, and his expression changed drastically after just a glance.

"You go out first!" the deputy minister instructed the people in the room.

The captain of the guard saluted and walked out of the room with the others. At the moment he closed the door, he seemed to hear the deputy minister roaring.

"What does that bastard think the Ministry of Internal Affairs is? Just some old newspaper he uses?!"

"Who does he think he is? Why is he so sure that I will believe him?!"

"Who does he think I am, a squadron of planes? Do I have the final say over the skies over Moscow?"

After venting his anger for a while, Beria looked up at the pendulum clock beside him. The time on it was only a little over an hour different from the time written on the letter.

"What do you think of what's written above?" After calming down, Belia looked at his subordinates whom he did not trust.

"Comrade Minister, what is said here sounds incredible, but, but..."

"But what? Don't hesitate."

"But, during the time I've been in contact with him, he has done so many things that were originally impossible. It's as if he can do anything," Yulia said cautiously.

Neither of them said a name from beginning to end, but they both knew who "he" was.

Codename 007, the man who goes in and out of his office as if it were a small shop.

After hesitating for a moment, Beria put the letter into his drawer.

"Please leave first and let me think about it."

"But Comrade Deputy Minister, the time above is..."

"go out!"

Yulia stood up silently, saluted, turned and walked out the door.

"Report back to the headquarters in two days. You will be responsible for contacting that guy. You know what to do." After saying this, Beria waved to Yulia.

The office door is closed.

Beria paced on the spot and finally stopped in front of the filing cabinet. He took out the hand-drawn drawing from it.

The map was very accurate. Zhukov still remembers the shock on his face at that time. Thanks to it, the General Staff owed him a big favor, which would be very beneficial to his future work.

If the letter in my hand is also real, then can the Air Force also...

Thinking of this, Beria made up his mind and picked up the phone on the table.
"To the Air Force Headquarters"

"Comrade Zhigarev, I have some information that may be of interest to you."

(End of this chapter)