Sometimes, reason always gives way to ambition, as in Dmitry's brain now, a monster called ambition is expanding dramatically, and the poor sane white rabbit is completely squeezed into the corners. That's why he made such a decision that he would regret for the rest of his life.

"Do! What not to do! ”

As soon as this sentence was finalized, Venter breathed a sigh of relief, his hands began to tremble with excitement, and he shook Dmitry's hand tightly, "Great, Alyosha!" You won't be disappointed with this decision! Without further ado, let's do it now! ”

The so-called immediate action is actually carried out from two aspects, on the one hand, they must rush to Frunze's office, after all, no one will carry such a very important thing as a seal; On the other hand, it is also necessary to contact Voroshilov in advance, and he must be prepared, such as to carry out a night training or something, so as not to waste time gathering troops during the operation.

The first thing went well, with Dmitry taking the lead, they entered Frunze's office without hindrance, and Venter immediately drafted the documents, while Dmitry was tasked with securing the safe containing the letters.

The second thing went even more smoothly, Voroshilov had been personally guarding the telephone and waiting for news, and his heart was up and down, and he really didn't know whether the plan would succeed. When the phone rang, he hesitated, wondering whether he should answer the call.

"I'm Voroshilov!" Finally, when the phone rang seventh, he jerked up the receiver.

"What's going on!" Venter's voice came from the microphone, and he could hear that he was a little dissatisfied, "Why don't you answer the phone!" Whose responsibility is it to delay the business! ”

Voroshilov was not angry at all. Venter's tone told him. Things should have been done. If Dmitry had not been convinced, he would not have been in the mood to ask him why he didn't answer the phone, and Venter would probably have cried and cried for help.

"I just went to the bathroom," Voroshilov quibbled, and then immediately asked: "He agreed?" ”

Even with a certain degree of certainty, Voroshilov was inevitably a little nervous when he asked this question, but fortunately, Venter immediately gave him a satisfactory answer. Or an answer that would reassure him.

"Comrade Alyosha is well aware of the great righteousness, and of course he will not oppose the struggle against the forces of evil!" Venter glanced at Dmitry, and then answered Voroshilov's question in a very meaningful tone.

"That's good, that's good!" Frunze on the other end of the phone unconsciously wiped a handful of sweat, "When are we going to start?" ”

Venter chuckled lightly and replied proudly: "My comrade, I can tell you responsibly that we have begun!" ”

Speaking of this, he suddenly became serious: "Comrade Voroshilov, you immediately gather your troops. Distribution of weapons...... Yes, the action must be fast. Be sure to be hidden! Don't let Andrey. Petrovich perceived! ”

After hanging up the phone, Venter, who seemed a little out of breath because of his quick speech, said to Dmitry without question: "Alyosha, your task is to stay here, I am sure that in the near future, with the mobilization of troops in Moscow, many people will call to ask." Your task is to tell them that all military movements are authorized by Comrade Mikhail and dispel their doubts! Don't let them do bad things! ”

When Dmitry heard this, he immediately became nervous and hurriedly asked: "What if they have to talk to Comrade Mikhail?" ”

Venter snorted contemptuously and waved his hand, "It's not easy! Tell them that Comrade Mikhail is having a meeting with the Central Executive Committee in Moscow, and if there are any questions, let them personally go to the Moscow Soviets of Engineer and Soldier Deputies to ask! ”

"What if he came in person?" Dmitry asked, a little uneasy.

"Then arrest him, do you still need me to tell you such a simple matter?" Venter grew impatient.

Dmitry's temper also came up, and he said angrily: "I mean Comrade Mikhail came personally, what should I do?" ”

Venter was stunned for a moment, he really didn't expect that this stupid boy in front of him was still a bit brainy, and he would ask such a deep question. He smiled slightly, and said very "kindly": "Alyosha, you don't have to worry at all, even if Comrade Mikhail knows the truth, it will be tomorrow morning." I'll block the news! ”

After saying that, he was no longer in the mood to deal with Dmitry, and hurried away, because he had more important things to do than comfort this silly boy, and he must immediately rush back to the Moscow Central Executive Committee to report the good news!

Muralov hadn't slept very well these days, and after the mentor suddenly sent Frunze to Moscow, his already relaxed heart inevitably began to feel uneasy again.

He could taste the deep meaning of the Mentor's action, and he was keenly aware of the battle that was taking place around the silence of Moscow's supreme power. In this case, how do you say he could possibly sleep?

At 12 o'clock in the evening, when Muralov was tossing and turning in bed, the doorbell rang, and it was still ringing rapidly, as if the person who rang the doorbell did not have the slightest patience. I have to say that this is very immoral.

Muralov, who was in a bad mood, undoubtedly added fuel to the fire by the piercing doorbell, walked to the gate and looked into the cat's eye, and outside the door seemed to be Ilya, the correspondent of the Moscow Soviet.

"Who!" Even if he recognized the person, Muralov was very vigilant and did not choose to open the door immediately, and in this complicated situation, it is not a bad thing to be more careful.

"Comrade Mulalov, I'm Ilya, the correspondent of the Moscow Soviets of Engineer and Soldiers' Deputies, please open the door!"

Mulalov's doubts did not diminish at all, and he even became more vigilant, "Is there something wrong, Comrade Ilya?" He asked through the door.

"That's right," said Ilya unhurriedly, "an urgent meeting of the Central Executive Committee of Moscow is going to be held, please go at once!" ”

An emergency meeting?

Mulalov's vigilance was further raised. Immediately asked, "What emergency meeting?" ”

Ilya did not answer the question first. Instead, he said, "Please open the door first." I'll explain it to you slowly! ”

Open the door?

Muralov's heart was pounding, he felt more and more that something was wrong, and without opening the door, he turned and went back to his study, took a pistol from a drawer, and then returned to the door.

At this moment, Ilya outside the door seemed to be a little impatient, and was asking anxiously: "Comrade Mulalov." Comrade Mulalov, are you still there? ”

"I'm sorry," Muralov gripped his pistol tightly, so nervous that his throat tightened a little, but he tried to pretend not to care, and replied, "I'm sorry that this damn door won't open, probably because the lock cylinder is rusty......" He said as he pretended to slap the lock a few times, and then asked, "Let's tell me what the meeting is for!" As I listened, I figured out how to get the damn lock open! ”

When he said this. He watched Ilya's expression nervously through the cat's eyes, as expected. This one didn't seem to expect him to use such a lame excuse to prevaricate, he was a little speechless for a while, and he was also a little hesitant, frequently looking at his side, as if there was a person hiding in the blind corner that the cat's eye could not see.

Suddenly, Mulalov's heart pounded, and an extremely bad feeling came over him, and he was no longer in the mood to talk to Ilya, but immediately walked to the telephone, picked up the earpiece and put it to his ear.

As expected, there was no sound in the earpiece, no rustle of electricity as it should be, which indicated that the other party had cut off his access to the outside world. Muralov wiped his face and tried to tell himself that he had to be calm, and then he tiptoed to the window, opened a gap slightly, and looked out into the street.

This glance immediately made him feel like he was falling into an ice cave, and the streets that should have been empty were now being watched by a few sneaky guys walking around, and judging by their movements, it seemed that they were monitoring his room.

Besieged! Muralov was desperate, and he could think that since the other side had openly come to round him up, it showed that the situation had reached its worst. What to do? What to do?!

Muralov was in a hurry, and at this time, Ilya was still calling the door outside the door: "Comrade Mulalov, please open the door quickly...... Open the door, Comrade Mulalov! ”

These repetitive words finally angered Muralov, Nima, you bastards are three-year-olds, counting on such a clumsy trick to fool me? Lao Tzu opened the door when he was stupid!

However, Muralov also knew that when it was time for the poor dagger to meet, whether he could open the door or not actually did not have much impact, even if he did not open the door, the other party would break in.

Sure enough, after Ilya stopped that silly performance, the other party's patience seemed to run out, and a fierce knock on the door rang out...... One time...... Double-click...... Three times ...... It wasn't until the fifth blow that the gate slammed down, and four or five black shadows rushed in.

Looking at the muzzle of the gun aimed at him, Muralov looked very calm, he didn't put up a fierce resistance, such as shooting back or anything, just looked coldly at the person in charge.

"Why, don't continue to perform, such clumsy acting skills are at the level of you idiots!"

"It's pretty horizontal! Let's see if you can be so horizontal in a while! As soon as the leader waved his hand, four people rushed up and tied up Muralov, "Take it away!" ”

At the same time as Muralov's arrest, the same scene arose in other positions in Moscow, with Vladimirsky and Pjanitsky, as well as all the pro-Li Xiaofeng and Muralov forces. Whether it is deceived or forced, some people are ready to wipe out Li Xiaofeng and Muralov.

"It's good, I know it, and it's very good!" As he spoke, Venter put down the phone, nodded slightly at Voroshilov on the other end of the office, and said with a smile: "Things are going very well, Mulalov, Vladimirsky and Pjanitsky have been arrested, and soon Andrei. Petrovich's henchmen are about to be wiped out! ”

Voroshilov also breathed a sigh of relief, although the operation went smoothly at the beginning, but before the arrest of those three people, he did not dare to relax. And now, Li Xiaofeng has become a toothless tiger, and he doesn't need to worry about anything!

"Let's take the next step!" Voroshilov asked, rubbing his hands.

"It's time!" Venter nodded heavily, and said without hesitation: "You immediately go and lead the troops to take over the city hall, the city soviet, the Kremlin and the General Directorate of Posts, Telecommunications and Telephones." Be sure to master these points! Give me another team. It's up to me to capture Andrei. Petrovich! ”

Voroshilov stood up with a smile. In a mocking tone, he said, "To be honest, I really want to change jobs with you, and I'm really eager to catch that little bastard...... Hmph, I want to see if he's still so arrogant now! ”

Venter said nonchalantly: "I would like him to continue to be arrogant, and it is better to resist desperately, but Comrade Joseph and Comrade Mikoyan very much hope that he will be so kind, because then I have every excuse to kill him!" ”

"Just kill him like that, it's too cheap for him!" Voroshilov had a resentful expression. "I really want to clean him up and let him taste the power of Lao Tzu!"

"Well, as long as he doesn't resist, you have this chance!" Venter urged, "Hurry up and get down to business first!" Get things done, and Comrade Joseph and Comrade Mikoyan will fulfill your wish! ”

Voroshilov and Venter immediately launched an operation, one mobilized a large army and advanced to several strategic points in Moscow, while the other rushed to Li Xiaofeng's special station with men and horses. If all goes well, the next morning. Moscow will change again.

Mikoyan, who was imprisoned in the Petrograd Hotel, stood in front of the window and looked in the direction of the Kremlin, which was already the sixth day of quarantine review. During these six days, Moscow changed dramatically.

These changes were not known to him, the prisoner, but for some reason, although he could not leave this small room, all the changes that took place in Moscow were under his control.

He glanced again at the Kremlin in the distance, and if he remembered correctly, on Lubyanka Street, north of the Kremlin, where someone had set up his office. Although Mikoyan did not understand why someone did not set up an office in the Kremlin, according to what he knew about someone, he should not let go of this opportunity to be in the limelight.

However, the kid didn't do that, gave up this opportunity to satisfy his vanity, and just set up his office in Building 2 of Lubyanka Square very "low-key".

Seriously, Mikoyan was disappointed with someone's decision, and he would have liked to see Andrey, who got carried away and was carried away by victory. Petrovich. If he had arrogantly set up his office in the Kremlin, it is conceivable that this small mistake of his would have caused displeasure to Lenin and Sverdlov.

After all, not everyone can control the Kremlin, and as one of the most iconic buildings in Russia, the Kremlin is politically significant and almost synonymous with the highest power in Russia.

If someone says that his office is located there, then even if he is only a momentary vanity, then it is a great political mistake. It's a shame that someone didn't. So Mikoyan had reason to be disappointed.

Of course, this disappointment was only temporary, and he unfolded the small note in his hand and glanced at the words on it again—everything was fine, the obstacles had been cleared, and he was heading to the Lubyanka Square.

Although not a single name appeared on the note, Mikoyan was well aware that the plan he had conceived in this small room had been put into effect, or that it had already achieved a phased victory. Without Mulalov, without Vladimirsky and Pjanitsky, Li Xiaofeng would be a toothless tiger, and he could be bullied casually.

He let out a heavy breath and slowly struck a match, burning the note to ashes, then poured it into the toilet bowl and flushed it away. He felt he could start thinking about the next step, Andre. Petrovich has already failed, and as an already defeated opponent, he doesn't see any need to waste energy on someone.

Mikoyan already had a new plan, figuring out how Moscow should be cleaned, who would need to stay and who would disappear forever. Of course, the most important thing is how to deal with relations with Frunze, to be honest, he has not yet thought of a foolproof strategy that will pull Frunze into Stalin's chariot.

The silent Mikoyan had the beauty of a marble statue, though he seemed to underestimate an opponent who was considered to be a sure defeater. In Lubyanka Square Building 2, the building that would later become famous, Li Xiaofeng is lazily lying on a reclining chair and, like Mikoyan, enjoying the night view of Moscow. The difference is that his office is huge, and he's not alone.

"Andrei, didn't you say a few days ago that we should give Frunze the necessary respect and not conflict with him?" Mark Wei asked as he applied his ass with Yunnan Baiyao.

"How?" Li Xiaofeng yawned and asked lazily: "Do you want me not to save you and let you be blown up by that Antonovich?" ”

"You're going to be blown up!" Mackvi replied, "I'm just worried, isn't this going to be good?" Will it affect your plans? ”

"Nope! Not at all! Li Xiaofeng yawned, "I'm just doing what some people want me to do!" ”

Makvi frowned, puzzled, "You mean, you did it on purpose?" ”

But he didn't recover, because someone had already closed his eyes and snored, "Every time," Makvi muttered, "I only say half of everything, and in the future, I will squeeze toothpaste like you, and I'll kill you!" (To be continued......)

PS: Well, this is the first time I have thanked Comrade Ivanyu? I don't remember exactly...... This dish can only be said heartily again: thank you!