Chapter 240: The Misfortune of General Zweigon

"Put down your weapons and surrender now!" The heavily armed soldiers in black hoods, with only eyes and mouths exposed, shouted to Serov with AK-74 rifles with folded butts. "Le>Wen" Novel ww.しwxs520.cm

surrender? To surrender at this time can only be framed! must run! Serov made up his mind, flicked his hand back, and pulled the trigger naturally.

"Crack!" A gunshot sounded, and the gun actually fired! Finally, the first and last shot was fired. Just when Serov wanted to continue jumping out of the window to escape, the AK-74 rifle made a short click.

Serov's body, under the impact of the bullet, fell backwards, he felt no pain, and when the bullet hit him, his whole body began to numb.

He heard the sound of blood gushing out, he heard the gurgling sound in his throat, he felt that he had difficulty breathing, and he experienced the horror before death...

"Report, the target has been killed, General Zweigon unfortunately died." A commander who rushed in said on the radio.



"General Secretary, you look good today." At dinner time, there was still a group of people in the ward. Brezhnev looked good today. The disease caused by drinking a few days ago has subsided.

"Yes." Brezhnev said, "I will stand on the reviewing stand as always, witnessing the strength of our Soviet during the October Revolution military parade."

"Report to the general secretary." At this moment, Andropov came in a hurry.

"Yuri. What's the matter?" Brezhnev asked.

"The first deputy chairman of the KGB, General Semyon Tsweigun. Just two hours ago, he was shot and killed by a gunman in his office," Andropov said.

General Zweigon! Brezhnev's expression changed suddenly. This is his brother-in-law and his most trusted subordinate. After entering the KGB, he has been working diligently. Now. Why was he suddenly killed by a gunman? In the Red Empire, in Moscow, in the headquarters of the KGB, who could have done such a thing?

"Who did it? Did you catch the shooter?" Brezhnev asked through gritted teeth.

"Caught, the shooter is Serov Tsvigon, the youngest son of General Tsvigon," Andropov said.

Sheloff? Brezhnev once saw this young man at a family reunion, and his impression was not bad at the time. Now, why did this little boy beat me to death?

"What happened?" Brezhnev asked.

"Serov was retired from the Fourth Tank Division some time ago." Andropov said: "After retiring, he has been at home. This morning, he came to the KGB headquarters to find General Zweigon, and the result. It was in Zweigun. There was a quarrel in the general's office, and then there was gunfire, and when our guards rushed in, Serov was arrested and shot dead on the spot."

The muscles on Brezhnev's face shrugged a few times. He couldn't believe this fact, but it was real again. Andropov must have reported the case in the KGB headquarters according to the facts and could not have concealed it.

Alas, these young people can't stand any setbacks. Tsvigon also told himself about Serov. It is always wrong to cheat in the army. If he learns his lesson, he can also play a role in the Moscow government. It must be because of work that I quarreled with Zweigon, and as a result, actually, actually...

Thinking of this, Brezhnev felt a surge of blood in his brain, as if the blood vessels could explode at any time.

"The general secretary needs to rest." The doctor on the side said quickly.

The crowd backed out.

"Oh, I didn't expect that Tsvigon was actually killed by his son!" Ustinov said to Andropov as he walked.

"Yeah, we the KGB are also responsible. Irrelevant people are not allowed to enter the KGB headquarters. Those guards at the gate actually let Serov, who is not a KGB system, in. It's a dereliction of duty. I have already isolated them for investigation. ." Andropov said: "The KGB system also needs to be rectified, and this cannot be allowed to happen again."

"Yeah, this tragedy cannot happen again. The KGB had better send more guards to protect the safety of all colleagues." Ustinov suggested: "Chernenko, what do you think?"

Chernenko, who followed by, suddenly paused, and a smile appeared on his face: "I think, let's forget it, just a child like Serov who has been spoiled since he was a child, our child, But there's no such thing as disrespectful."

"Alas, the general secretary must be very sad." Andropov said with a sigh. He and Ustinov looked at each other, then followed the crowd and walked out together.

Today's work is over, and after all, I haven't gone home for five or six days. Andropov came out of the hospital and asked the driver to take him home.

"Little Bella, it's time to change the diaper again." Andre opened his daughter's bag, smelled a sour smell inside, and knew it was pulled again.

In the past, Andre would hide as far as possible, but the arrival of the child made Andre naturally immune to this kind of thing. He picked up the child, wiped it clean, and then looked at whether the feces and urine inside were normal, and finally , ran to the tap to rinse.

It was natural for Andrei to do all this, but Ekaterina was very moved. In the Soviet Union, all these things should be done by women, but Andrei did it so naturally not at all Masculinity, I married the most correct man, I am the happiest woman!

"Andrei, it's a coincidence." Just as Andrei was humming an unknown tune and putting in a diaper, he heard a familiar voice, turned his head, and saw the cheerful Andropov.

"Chairman..." Andrei instinctively wanted to salute.

"This is home, or just call me Uncle Yuri." Andropov said, "How is it? Shopping with little Nana today, nothing special happened, right?"

shop? The chairman of the KGB, who is busy with all kinds of plans, still knows that he is shopping with Ekaterina today? After wringing out the diaper quickly and wiping his hands, Andrei came out and sat on the sofa with Andropov, knowing that it was absolutely unusual for Andropov to ask such a question today.

"It's fine, it's fine," Andre said.

"That's good, today, but a big event happened. One of my former subordinates, Serov, who came out of the 4th Tank Division, actually killed his father in the KGB headquarters." Ender Lobov said: "Alas, many of this young generation have gone astray." (To be continued.)