My own war game

Chapter 391 Belia's Legacy
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The rosy strawberries were thrown into the cup, and the milky white milk began to jump, accompanied by a unique fragrance. The red and white colors were intertwined to show a moving color.

Tanya sniffed her delicate little nose and her eyes suddenly lit up.

"Can I eat it?" The elite female sniper who had killed hundreds of people asked expectantly.

Yulia handed over a spoon with a smile.

Now the two of them live together.

After World War II, Yulia used the privileges of the Ministry of Internal Affairs to transfer female snipers to her side. In name, they were elite guards of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, but in fact they had hardly ever been on any missions.

Tanya was already a 25-year-old girl, but she was still naive and childish. Apart from filling her stomach, she didn't care about much in her daily life. She even gave her salary to Yulia to manage.

On weekdays, it would be more accurate to say that it was Yulia who was taking care of Tanya who was alone rather than Tanya being a guard for Yulia.

"Don't go out recently and wait for me at home." Yulia said worriedly.

"Yeah, I understand." Tanya took another big bite of strawberry. In her mind, Yulia was the second most trustworthy person. She just had to listen to her without asking for reasons.

The strawberries were soon shared, and the two girls began to enjoy their own time. Yulia took out her book to read, while Tanya lay in front of the window to simulate the sniper's vision, and the straw rabbit beside her was placed in the assistant's position.

The snow from the sky was falling lightly, but the house seemed warm and peaceful because of the two girls.

"Someone is coming this way." Tanya, who was lying in front of the window, suddenly shouted to her companions.

Yulia leaned over and looked out the window, but could see nothing but falling snowflakes. However, she still chose to put on her military uniform and prepare to go out and take a look.

After all, the world in Tanya's eyes is different from that of others.

After putting on her clothes and going out, she saw a GAZ 110 luxury car parked downstairs. This kind of car was the special car for members of the Presidium of the Central Committee of the Communist Party of the Soviet Union. Yulia already knew who it was.

He was just over 1.7 meters tall, wearing a brown woolen coat, grass-green military pants, and a gray peaked cap on his head that covered his raptor-like eyes.

Beria, Deputy Chairman of the Council of Ministers and Minister of Internal Affairs, was a man who had the opportunity to reach the pinnacle of power in the Soviet Union.

Beria did not bring any guards with him. Apart from the driver, there was only one bodyguard accompanying him. He held down the gunshot on his head and walked out of the car.

"It seems that I was right about you. Even when you were away from the field, you still maintained the necessary vigilance." The short man said to Yulia in front of him.

"Yes, Mr. Minister." Yulia did not say much, because she knew that Beria must have something important to tell her at this moment.

"I'm going to the south for a few days. Please keep the things in here and return them to me next time we meet." After leaving an unclear order, Beria handed an exquisite packaging box to Yulia and turned away without saying anything more.

Yulia looked at the car going away, weighed the box in her hand, and seemed to understand something.

When she got home, she unpacked the box and found that it was actually a large stuffed toy rabbit.

On June 6, Beria was invited to attend a joint meeting of the Presidium of the Central Committee. When he entered the Kremlin, he found that the venue of the meeting had been temporarily changed from the auditorium to a side hall.

"Why did the venue change? Why didn't you notify me in advance?" Looking at the administrator who kept apologizing in front of him, Beria scolded unhappily.

"I'm sorry, Comrade Minister, we've found some loose equipment on the ceiling of the auditorium. There may be a safety issue, and our technicians are carrying out emergency repairs." The other party kept apologizing, with sweat oozing out of his forehead.

It would be a loss of status to get angry with such a low-ranking official, so Beria glanced around and walked towards the side hall. The moment the door closed, the spy chief keenly discovered that something was wrong.

Malenkov, Khrushchev, Bulganin, Molotov, Mikoyan, and Zhukov were already there, sitting in a circle at the highest point. I was like a prisoner being interrogated, being looked down upon in the middle of the conference room.

"Beria! You are an opportunistic and ambitious person who sneaked into the party!" Khrushchev took the lead and began to scold him.

"British spy! Running dog!" Molotov, who had been suppressed, also began to attack.

The other committee members followed suit, and for a moment it seemed as if they were being criticized by everyone.

"What? Now that Comrade Stalin is gone, you guys are starting to pick lice off me?" Beria, who had already realized that he had been tricked, did not beg for mercy in a servile manner. Instead, he stared at everyone on the rostrum with a vicious look.

Beria was careless. He thought that even if he could not achieve final victory in the struggle, he could at least have a place in the future government with the strong cards in his hand.

But the situation developed in the opposite direction - the others chose to join forces and kill him who posed the most threat first.

"What are you talking to him about! Take this traitor away!" Malenkov shouted, and Zhukov led the guards to control Beria.

"Do you want to get rid of me?" Beria stared fiercely at Khrushchev in front of him.

"This is what you, a traitor, deserve." The other party raised his chin proudly.

"Don't be happy too soon! Even if you get rid of me, you won't be able to rest easy!"

"You mean your private army?" Khrushchev smiled contemptuously. "Marshal Zhukov will take care of everything. As long as you are captured, those people will make the right choice."

"Private armed forces? Hehe, it's not that simple. I have attracted a ghost, and he will hover over your heads like a dark cloud in the sky." Belia's face was filled with the hysteria of a desperate maniac, and his tone of voice was like a cursing wizard in the Middle Ages.

"You're just bluffing! Drag him away!" Zhukov shouted, and a soldier held Beria down and left the room.

Several leaders looked at each other, and Malenkov spoke first. "The situation is urgent. In order to prevent Beria's remnants from making any moves, I think we can try them immediately and deal with them as soon as possible."

Khrushchev nodded to Zhukov, and the Deputy Defense Minister clicked his pistol and walked out of the room.

There were faint gunshots coming from the basement...

"Okay, comrades, now we have to mobilize the forces at hand to eliminate the influence of the traitor Beria across the country from all aspects."

"The party members must be eliminated as soon as possible, and the things he left behind must be thoroughly checked to prevent them from being obtained by saboteurs!" Khrushchev said to the others in the conference room in the tone of a superior.

Under the Arctic Ocean, He Chi was pointing at KITT in front of him and said, "I can't trust you anymore this time. Come with me!"

KITT raised his front legs high in celebration.

"Don't be happy too soon. In order to prevent you from running around this time, I have to find a place for you to stay." After saying this, He Chi looked around and finally locked his eyes on a plush toy rabbit on the table that Jima brought from England.

"KITT, get in!"

(End of this chapter)