There was a strange smell in the air in Moscow, and something might happen.

There were people coming and going on the streets, and everyone's steps were in a hurry, and no one was willing to stay for a moment. The soldiers who were coming and going were filled with nervousness, as if the enemy was about to appear in front of them.

Wang Weiyi stood at the joint in Moscow, wearing a worker's uniform, a baseball cap, and a rifle, and looked no different from the soldiers in the worker's armed forces.

The entire Moscow has become a fortress, and everyone inside is a soldier. Once the war breaks out, the fortress will take away countless lives.

The war machine is already running, and no one can stop it anymore.

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Behind Wang Weiyi were Guo Yunfeng and Klingenberg, and around, the Sidney Suicides were ready to provide fire support at any time.

These guys are in the enemy's capital and the heart of the enemy, but they can't see any fear on their faces, and they even have some eagerness to try.

Adventure has long been common for them. If they are out of this kind of life, they may not be able to survive. They long for danger to accompany them all the time. It is really hard to imagine how they should maintain their lives if the war really ends?

Wang Weiyi took out a cigarette and put it to his mouth, lit it, took a deep breath, and then vomited out thick smoke.

A car appeared and stopped beside him. Dimirenko walked out of the driving seat. When he saw Wang Weiyi, the first thing he asked was: "How did you do it?"

He asked the question of judging Stalin's travel route so accurately and successfully assassinated.

Wang Weiyi smiled and said, "I have my own way. I can do many things that others cannot do. What about you? Comrade Dimirenko, did Comrade Stalin give you all the power?"

"Yes..." Dimilianko sighed: "Everything is under your control. I swear, I am willing to be your friend, not your enemy. It is really terrible to be your enemy... The clothes and documents of the Ministry of Internal Affairs are in my car, and there are two trucks parked in front. They are the car of the State Security Administration, and we can set off."

Wang Weiyi and his companions changed their clothes calmly. Then Wang Weiyi sat in the driver's position: "Comrade Jimilianko, can we set off?"

When the sedan started to start, Dimirenko only thought about one problem. In what circumstances, the Skeleton Baron was always so calm?

Could it be that there is really nothing in this world that can scare him?

He didn't know, no one in the world could know.

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A car and two trucks appeared one after another in front of the small building where Temuxin and his companions were imprisoned. When the sentry found that the team was actually Deputy Director Dimilianko, he was shocked.

"Comrade Dimirenke Deputy Director......"

As soon as the sentry finished speaking, Dimilenko had already interrupted the other party coldly: "This is an order issued by Comrade Stalin. I will take Temuxingo, Volvok, Berekov and their family immediately."

"Yes, Comrade Dimilianke, Deputy Director."

The captain of the sentinel looked at the warrant, which was a red warrant that represented the ability to have unlimited power in Moscow. Those who owned this warrant could do whatever he wanted in all Moscow and Russia, arrest anyone he wanted to arrest, or even shoot anyone he wanted to shoot.

This is the huge power granted by Comrade Stalin.

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And in Comrade Stalin's life, there were no more than five such warrants.

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Dimilenko took his "subsidiaries" and walked in with a swaggering captain.

He pushed them away and was sitting inside and telling stories to his grandson. Brother Timuxin stopped and asked his grandson to stand behind him, quietly watching the uninvited guests who appeared here.

"Comrade Xie Miao Constantinovich Timuxin, you have been arrested for committing treason! Please follow us immediately with your family. You are only allowed to carry a small amount of luggage!"

There was no surprise on Brother Temuxin's face, but silently called out his family as Dimilianko said. His family seemed to be familiar with all this and calmly packed up some simple luggage.

On the contrary, the captain who was guarding them sighed in his heart. Although he knew that this situation would happen sooner or later, even a marshal like Temuxin, who would be safe in Moscow?

But at this time, Brother Timuxin had another idea in his heart.

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He knew who Dimirenko was, the deputy director of the State Administration of Security, and a loyal follower of Stalin. When he appeared, it meant that Stalin was ready to attack himself and his family.

Is the skeleton baron still actively preparing to rescue him? Unfortunately, he no longer has the chance.

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"Comrade Xie Miao, Constantinovich, Temuxin, are you okay?" Dimirenko's words revealed some impatience.

Brother Temuxin glanced at his family and sorted out his marshal's uniform: "Okay, Comrade Dimirenko."

"Let's go." After saying that, Dimirenko turned around and walked out.

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Brother Timuxin took a last look at the house! How about it? I have been living here for a long time. People will always develop feelings after staying in the same place for a long time.

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When he came to the yard, he found that his loyal subordinate, Volvok, Berekov and their family were also there.

Seeing the Marshal appear, Volvok and Berekov smiled helplessly. Their thoughts were the same:

The Skeleton Baron failed!

Perhaps even the Skeleton Baron didn't expect Stalin to attack them so quickly

An officer dressed in the Soviet Ministry of Internal Affairs came out of the driving seat of the car and came to Dimirenko: "Comrade Dimirenko, can we leave?"

When I saw this man, Temusingo, Volvok, and Berekov's faces were filled with shock, incredible, and ecstasy.

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God, who is the person standing next to Jimilianko? How could he appear next to Jimilianko? No, it's too ridiculous, too incredible!
To be continued...