Chapter 2580: Shocking secret

Chapter 2580 The shocking secret

After Zhukov said a few more words, he suddenly asked: "Misha, when I go back to Moscow, will you go back with me?"

"Of course, Comrade Marshal." To Zhukov's question, Sokov replied without hesitation: "Wherever you go, I will go. In my mind, you are not only my superior, but also a trustworthy elder. , worth following me all the time.”

Sokov’s answer brought a happy smile to Zhukov’s face. After he nodded slightly, he said to Sokov: "Misha, I also think you are a trustworthy person. Before we leave Berlin, I will take you to meet someone."

Hearing what Zhukov said, Sokov instinctively asked: "Who?"

 Zhukov smiled slightly, and then said: "You will know when you see him."

When Zhukov led Sokov out of his office, the adjutant immediately came up to him and asked respectfully: "Comrade Marshal, where do you plan to go?"

 “I’m going to take Misha to see that man,” Zhukov said to his adjutant: “You come with us.”

“Which person?” the adjutant asked instinctively, and then, perhaps understanding who Zhukov was talking about, he quickly stood at attention, straightened his back and said, “It’s Comrade Marshal!”

The three of them walked out of the office and met many officers and clerks along the way. Everyone quickly stepped aside, leaned their backs against the wall, and paid attention to Zhukov.

After arriving on the first floor, the adjutant who led the way did not walk towards the outside of the building, but towards a corner. When Sokov saw there were steps leading down, he realized that the place he was going to was the basement here, and he quickly quickened his pace to follow.

At the end of the steps was a large, closed iron door. The adjutant stopped at the door and knocked **** the door several times.

Soon, a small window on the door opened, and a human face appeared from inside. He looked outside, and after seeing clearly the adjutant and Zhukov standing outside, he hurriedly closed the small window, and then the closed iron door opened. opened.

As soon as the door opened, the adjutant stepped aside and made a gesture of invitation. Zhukov walked in expressionlessly with his hands behind his back. After Sokov walked in, he saw a long corridor inside the door. There were several soldiers with live ammunition standing upright with their backs against the wall, paying attention to Zhukov and others.

On both sides of the corridor, there were rooms next to each other. Since the doors were closed, Sokov had no way of knowing what was in the rooms.

 At the end of the corridor, there is another large, closed iron door. This time the adjutant came forward and knocked on the door. The person inside opened the small window on the door. After seeing the people outside clearly, he immediately opened the iron door and let the three people in.

Behind the door is still a long corridor. There is a long table next to the door. There are several submachine guns on the table, and the owner of the gun is standing aside to pay attention to Zhukov. The adjutant stopped and asked the officer among them: "Second Lieutenant, how is that man's condition today?"

“Comrade Adjutant,” the officer said respectfully, “I checked every hour and found that he has been sleeping today.”

The adjutant ordered: "Lead the way!"

The officer agreed and took the lead towards the other end of the corridor.

Sokov was wondering at this moment, who could be the person imprisoned in such a heavily guarded basement? Judging from the importance Zhukov attached to it, this person's identity must be very complicated. Could it be that Mustache was not dead? What was burned by the officers was just the body of the substitute, while the real Mustache was imprisoned in this basement that never saw the light of day?

 When everyone stopped in front of the iron door at the end of the corridor, Sokov's heart was filled with anticipation. He eagerly wanted to know who the person imprisoned in the room was.

The officer opened the small window on the iron door, took a look inside, and immediately stepped aside. At the same time, he reported to the adjutant: "Comrade adjutant, he is sleeping."

Zhukov walked to the door, looked inside for a moment, then turned to Sokov and said: "Misha, come and take a look!"

Sokov did not dare to neglect, and quickly took two steps forward, leaned towards the small window and looked inside.

 The lights were on in the room and everything was visible clearly.

 On a single iron bed placed against the wall, a man wearing a black suit was lying. He seemed to hear the movement at the door, so he slowly sat up, rubbed his eyes, looked up in the direction of the door, and met Sokov's eyes.

Sokov could not help but feel a little disappointed when he saw that this person was not a mustache. However, he felt that this person looked familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen him.

“Comrade Marshal,” Sokov turned to Zhukov and asked curiously: “Who is he? Why does he look kind-hearted?”

Zhukov did not answer Sokov's question, but asked: "Guess who he is?" He pointed to the ceiling with his hand and said, "It's the big shot up there."

Sokov's mind began to think quickly, who could the big shot above be? After he came to this era, the big shots he knew were either generals or marshals. The only non-soldier was Molotov, the People's Commissar for Foreign Affairs, but the person in the room was obviously not him. In addition, although Ustinov from the Weapons and Equipment Department also had a military rank, every time I saw him, he was wearing civilian clothes, so it was obviously not him.

“I’m sorry, Comrade Marshal, I couldn’t guess.” Sokov shook his head with a wry smile and said, “I just think he’s a bit kind, but I can’t remember where I’ve seen him before.”

"I think when I ask you to guess who this person is, the first thing you think of is Molotov and Ustinov." Zhukov guessed Sokov like a roundworm in Sokov's belly. Thoughts in mind: "I'm telling you, it's definitely not them."

“Then can you tell me who is locked inside?” Sokov asked cautiously. Zhukov waved his hand to the officer and signaled him to leave. Then he raised his chin at his adjutant and signaled him to tell Sokov the answer: "Adjutant, tell Misha, who is the person locked inside?"

The adjutant nodded upon seeing this, and then said to Sokov: "General Sokov, the person locked inside is Truman." Just when Sokov's jaw almost hit the ground in shock, he added: " To be precise, he is a substitute we have trained, and we intend to use him to replace the real Truman when the time comes."

Even if a ball lightning exploded next to Sokov at this moment, it would probably not be as shocking as the news told to him by the adjutant. After a long time, Sokov woke up from the shock and said with a trembling voice: "Comrade Marshal, if I understand correctly, the person detained here is the fake president we are planning to use to replace Truman?"

"Yes, your understanding is correct." Zhukov continued: "This is the substitute we spent half a year training. He watches various videos about Truman every day and imitates Truman in all aspects. We originally planned to take advantage of this opportunity. When Truman visited the US-controlled areas in November, we looked for a suitable time to swap the two and let our people replace Truman. Unexpectedly, Truman's visit was canceled and the replacement plan we had made had to be terminated. "

When Sokov heard what Zhukov said, cold sweat broke out on his forehead. He knew in his heart that this was a shocking secret. Now that he knew it, would it cause unnecessary trouble for him? He asked tremblingly: "Comrade Marshal, I'm afraid I don't have the authority to know about this top-secret matter. Now that I know about it, what are you going to do with me?"

Unexpectedly, Zhukov laughed when he saw Sokov's embarrassed look: "Misha, don't worry. Although you know such a confidential matter, I believe you will keep it secret."

"Of course, of course." Sokov wiped the sweat from his forehead with his hand and replied with a wry smile: "I will definitely keep this secret."

“Misha, the reason why I brought you to see him today is because with your help, our secret plan was not leaked.”

 Zhukov’s words confused Sokov. He asked in confusion: “Comrade Marshal, I don’t know anything about this plan to change the world, so how can I help you?”

“Have you forgotten the murders that took place in Nuremberg?” Zhukov said with a smile: “It was precisely because you solved the case and caught the agents who stole the intelligence that you ensured that our plan did not fall into the hands of the Americans.”

Sokovsky immediately thought of why Sokolovsky acquiesced to his proposal after arresting the agent, executed the American agent directly, and then executed all the people who had access to top-secret documents the next day. He was sent directly back to Berlin. It turned out that he was worried that the secret of the secret plan would be leaked.

Wanting to understand this, Sokov carefully asked Zhukov: "Then General Sokolovsky's adjutant and another female translator, where are they now?"

"They have been sent back to the country." Zhukov said expressionlessly: "Because they have been exposed to secrets, they may be arranged to stay in those isolated cities for a few years, and then they will be released when the time is right."

Sokov felt lucky in his heart. Fortunately, he did not go to see what was written in the document out of curiosity. Otherwise, he might be sent to a certain place like Sokolovsky's adjutant. An isolated military-industrial city. Although Zhukov said that he might be released in a few years, Sokov knew in his heart that once such a top-secret plan was leaked, it would cause turmoil in the world. Even if the insiders were not silenced, they would be detained indefinitely. .

“Let’s go,” Zhukov said to Sokov: “There are some things that cannot be said here. Let’s go back to the office first.”

After returning to the office, Sokov saw that he and Zhukov were alone in the room, and asked tentatively: "Comrade Marshal, I know this big secret, is it really going to be okay?"

"I said it's okay, so don't worry." Zhukov continued: "According to the original plan, Agelina will help this person enter the US-controlled area, and during Truman's visit, he will replace Truman in the future. ”

Sokov held his chin with his right hand, thinking in his mind that he had read a novel written by a British man in his later life, which said that in order to control the United States, the Soviet Union secretly cultivated a substitute for the president and planned to replace him at the right time. A real president. But before performing the mission, the stand-in chose to betray due to a special reason, causing the plan to fail. He clearly remembered that the person in charge of this project was mentioned in the book as Chuikov. Since he did not know much about the senior Soviet generals at the time, he even thought that Chuikov was Zhukov. It was just that the translator wrote the wrong name when translating the novel. .

"Misha, now this plan to change the world is cancelled." Zhukov looked at Sokov and asked: "Then Agelina no longer has to go to Bavaria to perform special missions. How are you going to arrange her next? Let her come with you. Return to Moscow or let her stay in Berlin?"

Sokov did not expect that Zhukov would ask this question. For a moment, his mind went blank and he did not know how to answer the other party.

Zhukov saw Sokov's embarrassment and took the initiative to say: "It is definitely unrealistic to ask her to follow you back to Moscow. If Asya knows what happened between you, she will be furious, so I think the best way is to It’s obviously more appropriate for her to stay in Berlin. After all, she has joined the translation team.”

"Comrade Marshal, you are right." Sokov felt that Zhukov's arrangement was very reasonable, so he nodded and said: "I will do as you said. When I return to Moscow, let Adelina stay. The translation team in Berlin continues to work."

 “One more thing.” Zhukov continued.

 “What’s the matter?” Sokov asked.

"Originally, General Sokolovsky and I discussed that when Patton invites you to meet, we will provide him with false information." Zhukov looked at Sokov and asked: "But during your stay in Nuremberg, It’s been a while, but Barton hasn’t sent you an invitation yet. Do you know what’s going on?”

“Comrade Marshal,” Sokov was also very confused about the fact that Patton never sent an invitation to him. On the way back to Berlin, he calmed down and thought about this question carefully, and then came up with an answer that was closest to the truth. Since Zhukov asked, he told the other party his suspicion: "I think the failure of our plan may be related to the disbandment of their Strategic Intelligence Service by the United States."

“Oh, is it related to the dissolution of the Strategic Intelligence Service?” Zhukov said: “Tell me your reasons.”

"The reason is simple. During the war in the United States, the intelligence they obtained was summarized and organized by the Strategic Intelligence Service. Once it is disbanded and there is no suitable new department to replace them, the U.S. intelligence agency will fall into chaos." Kove explained to Zhukov: "Even if our spies provide seemingly true information to the US intelligence personnel, after the intelligence personnel report this information, I am afraid there will be no one to tell them how to deal with it. This may be the failure of our plan. s reason."

After listening to Sokov's analysis, Zhukov walked back and forth in the room with his hands behind his back, thinking quickly in his mind, wondering whether what Sokov said was reasonable.

After walking back and forth in the room for more than a dozen times, Zhukov finally stopped, faced Sokov, and said with some laughter and tears: "Misha, I have to say that your analysis is very accurate. Yes, as the After the disbandment of the Strategic Intelligence Service, the U.S. intelligence work fell into chaos. The trap we designed for them did not receive any attention at all. Because of this, no one contacted Patton to let them know. He sent you an invitation to visit the 15th Army Headquarters, which caused our plan to fail. "