"You should have been in the Soviet Union for a long time. In your opinion, who is the number two figure in the Soviet Union now?"

As everyone gathered around the fire to keep warm, Lynn whispered to the Finnish allies beside him. The middle-aged man had a funny felt hat on his messy hair, curled up against the wood osmanthus in the dilapidated house, looking inferior, but from his expression, face and voice when he spoke, Lynn judged that this was just his intentional way of showing others a weak technique, which was more vivid than Fentrig's quick makeup skills.

The Finnish did not answer directly, but said in a roundabout way: "Joseph Stalin is a powerful dictator. Although he is a little older, his ambition has not faded. After several cleanings, all living people in this country are respectful to him on the surface, hoping to sit calmly before he dies (the Flash God updates the watermark) in his position, and then think about further things."

I talked with Chang Langtz all the way, but I always felt that there was no key gain. After hearing this, Lynn suddenly thought that whether it was Beria or Zhidanov, the complexity of the Soviet political arena was not something that people like him who were good at frontal combat and side-inspecial warfare could read thoroughly. Throughout history, history has proved time and time again that when a leader with unparalleled prestige died suddenly, those heirs who were highly anticipated and even seemed natural failed to eventually move to the throne. On the contrary, some extra scheming and bold guys influenced the political situation and even dominated the direction of history.

"Uncle, did you hear any news today?" Pat couldn't help asking, "You should have a radio or a radio station here, right?"

The Finn, who had been lurking in the Soviet Union for a long time, asked calmly: "Do you think I have such high-end equipment here?"

Despite the faint light, looking around, it is easy to count the homes in this old house, which does seem to have nothing to do with the modern term.

Lynn did not stop him, and Pate did not give up. He asked: "We are just a temporary stay here, and it will not delay you for a long time, nor will it affect your work. Since the Ran family is close allies, if you help us, we will do our best to help you. Why should we cover up?"

"One code is one code." The lame middle-aged man replied tepidly, "I will not force you to reveal the inside story of your actions to me, and I will not force you. Isn't it the same thing?"

This sounded a little worried. Lynn thought for a while and whispered: "The only purpose of our trip is to kill Joseph Stalin."

The Finn laughed. In the dark environment, he could not judge by Lynn's expression, but he seemed to believe it, and pointed at Pat with his feet and said, "Boy, go to the back of the house, climb up the roof with a ladder, and support the wire frame that sticks to the eaves."

Pate did not show any disgust or resistance to the request for personal revenge. He smiled as if he had expected it and patted his butt to go out. The kind-hearted Chang Langtz quickly took off his coat and gave it to him. You must know that the temperature outside has dropped to at least minus 25 degrees below zero, basically the degree of ice splashing water.

At this time, the old Finnish spy said unyieldingly: "Boy, keep the wire frame and don't rush in. Find a dark corner to stare at it. Maybe the Soviet patrol team will come out to move tonight:"

"You are so careful." Lynn deliberately used a light tone of anger.

The Finnish sneered without hesitation: "Can you still live under the nose of the Soviets if you are not careful (the flash god updates the watermark) until now?"

After Pate went out, the lame middle-aged man moved his position calmly. He turned to the corner of the wall, where there was a dilapidated triangle cabinet, which seemed to be used to store debris such as dishes and chopsticks.

"Don't you help me, a disabled person?"

If he didn't say this, Lin Neng felt that he was indeed disabled and strong in his will. He was so humorous that he didn't need outsiders to sympathize with him. Although Franz was not a muscular and sporty figure, he still stood up and walked to the corner. The two worked together to move the triangle cabinet, but Franz obviously did not calculate the strength and angle, so that the triangle cabinet tilted and the metal tableware inside swayed.

"Look at you, you are clumsy!" the Finn muttered dissatisfiedly.

If the light is brighter, Linn felt that he would see Chang Langtz blushing: Everyone is good at something and not good at it. As a German young man who graduated from a regular military academy, he has a German self-esteem and superiority for Langtz, which can be seen from his hand-drawn combat map.

Moving the triangle cabinet two steps away, the Finns approached the corner of the wall and used their hands to pick out the bricks. After a while, a black hole that just accommodates ordinary adults appeared in the corner. Before parking, Lynn roughly observed the old house through the light of the car. It stood alone on the edge of the village. The thin wall seemed to have no room for inner space, but it would never go directly outside the house. With such curiosity, Lynn followed Franz into the hole, following the reptile posture.

After moving downwards for four or five meters, I felt that it was still cold and there was no air surging in the air. Suddenly, a light yellow light lit up in front of me, but no flames jumped or the subsequent shadows were seen. When my eyes adapted to the new light environment, Lin Neng looked around and saw that this was just a cellar-like cave, covering an area of ​​about 10 square meters. In addition to two instruments that sent transmitters, it was almost as simple as the house above, and even laying a lot of wheat and hay on the ground like a cow pen.

"If you want to know what's going on outside, you can use the machine on the left to try to receive signals, but the antenna shelf on the roof must be closed before dawn: the one on the right is your German-made decoder, which can also be deciphered in some Soviet codes two years before the end of the war, but later they replaced a more advanced cryptographic system, and this guy was basically like scrap iron." The Finnish said, while stuffing the flashlight to Franz, and he was preparing to climb back into the house along the tunnel.

With the flashlight, Franz curiously came to the two radio equipment to observe. He quickly sighed: "It's all made by us, and it's new equipment from the late war. It's great! Oh, sir, Pate is our mechanical and electrical expert. He has participated in the special wireless Peixu. As long as he can get some basic electrical components, he can assemble a transmitter."

This sounds as magical as a domestic TV series, but his skills in wirelessness are limited after all, so he rashly confuses with those vulgar people. So he said to Galanz: "I'll pick him up!"

"No, I'll go!" With Langts's firm attitude, he was obviously worried about Lynn's special identity. At this time, the Finnish who had just disappeared from the tunnel said in German: "I'll just call that kid. In such cold weather, the chance of the Soviet patrol (the watermark of the flash god update group) came out is similar to the chance of us being hit by a meteor."

Lin En was stunned. Unexpectedly, this old spy was playing a prank. I don’t know if he was lonely for too long, or if he taught a small lesson because of Patt's and his unrespectful attitude.

A few minutes later, Pat indeed came in along the tunnel, with fine ice chips on his head and body. It would be difficult for him to stay outside for half a night. In this limited underground space, three ordinary adults could not stand up at all, but they could not demand conditions for such hidden fortifications that were secretly excavated.

After fiddling with it for a few times, Pat turned on the radio device on the left, then debugged it, and was able to successfully receive radio communication from the outside world. He handed the headset to Franz, and then he became busy with the equipment on the right. Lynn was holding a flashlight, not worrying that his three people would be ruthless by the Finns who had met for the first time, and the Finnish spy did not do such a thing as to take the blame.

In less than ten minutes, Pate clapped his hands with a smile: "Okay, debugging is complete!"

Before this, Lin En always regarded this taciturn young man as an optional character. It was not until this time that he realized the principle of using everything and using his talents to his fullest.

Franz took the initiative to give up his position, and then he saw Pate manipulating two devices at the same time, adjusting his hands on one side. He looked at (the flash god updated the watermark) while operating: Lynn was waiting for the good news expectantly, and time passed by minute by minute in such a wait. Gradually, Lynn and Franz moved to the pile of straw hay, and sat down and felt soft and comfortable, at least much better than the bench in the house. Looking around this cellar-like artificial cave, it seemed that the needs of Tibetans were taken into account at the beginning of the digging. Under normal circumstances, it should be no problem to squeeze more than a dozen or twenty people here.

When Lin Neng was drowsy and almost fell asleep, Pet took off his headphones and said, "Sir, the Soviet military updated password system... Our equipment really has no way to decipher it. It's still not possible to try it out, but... at this time their password communication is very active, abnormally active!"

Everything is reasonable. Lin Neng did not say his regret, but said calmly: "If you don't have password communication, just monitor the clearly coded civil channel! See if you can intercept some useful information from it. If it really doesn't work, just use it as a radio!"

"Where is any radio program at this point?"

Based on the words "Lantz" were just a joke, Pet seemed to have regarded it as a mockery, so he put on his headphones again with a serious expression. For the next two or three hours, he kept standing next to the equipment, constantly adjusting the knobs on both sides with his hands, but in the middle of the night when most people were already asleep, the civilian frequency was basically stopped, and the encrypted codes were active in the air. Even if he used the most advanced radio breaking facilities at the "Sanctuary" base, he would be sure to break the path. At this time, Lin Neng couldn't help but feel a little regretful. If he had known this, he would have used this sucker to half-try the latest Soviet password when capturing Mattsov. Even if he didn't need it, he would definitely be able to buy a good price when he got it from the United States and instigate him again.
Chapter completed!