"How many people are there in you here? For such a long time, hasn't anyone discovered your identity?" Chu Sinan asked curiously, saying that he was ashamed. Although he was the first secretary of the Security Committee, in fact, he seemed to care little about the work in the association. Of course, he would not know about such details.

"Well, I don't know much about this, but within the scope of my responsibility, there are only six people in total, and there should be two groups. But who is responsible and who is in the group is not something I can know." Sheskovic said with some expectation in his eyes, "Only those things can be known to our direct leaders in charge of our district. We are all contacting him on a single line and directly obeying his command."

"Oh," Chu Sinan nodded, his brows frowned. At this moment, he suddenly felt a throbbing in his heart, as if something bad was about to happen. This feeling was strange and confused, but it was so obvious.

"Are the secretary considering Mainesky's problem?" Sheskovic said carefully, "If that is the case, you can rest assured. I guess at this time, the investigation team from the Moscow General Administration should have begun to enter the military region. No one of the guilty people can escape."

"What did you say, the investigation team?" Chu Sinan finally understood where the throbbing in his heart came from. This time the matter was getting bigger. You must know that the investigation team of the Safety Committee will not be sent easily. Once an investigation team appears, it means that the case will be expanded. Although Chu Sinan never cared about the work within the Safety Committee, he knew the investigation team's case handling methods and their principle of handling cases was to first assume that the target was guilty, and then use any means to collect evidence of the target's crime. In this case, the case will not be expanded.

It is almost impossible not to have unjust false and wrong cases. At the same time, the investigation team appointed by the Security Committee also has a creepy right, that is, a right that Derrensky sought for the All-Russian Anti-Counterfeiting Committee (the predecessor of the Security Committee). An investigation team sent by the Security Committee absolutely has this right, and they can impose firing firings on military officials, government officials, and civilians without judicial trial, even when the evidence is insufficient.

"Buluheer is going to attack Zhukov!" Chu Sinan realized this immediately.

"Seskovitch, turn around immediately. Let's go back!" Chu Sinan felt that he could not ignore this matter, and he said in a deep voice.

"Ah, Comrade Secretary, why go back?" Sheskovitch said in shock.

"Why are there so many questions? I said I'll go back if I ask you to go back!" Chu Sinan said loudly.

"Yes, Katyusha, the order I gave was to escort you directly to Yaroslavl. No turning back, no..." Seskovic said for being rare.

"Huh?" Chu Sinan's face darkened and snorted coldly without waiting for Seskovitch to finish his words.

"Well, if Comrade Secretary must go back, please listen to me first." Sheskovic said with his eyes blinking.

"If you have any farts, please let it go!" Chu Sinan said impatiently.

"Moving forward is an opportunity. There is danger in looking back." Seskovic said this without thinking.

"Hiss..." This sentence made Chu Sinan sweat for no reason. He pondered slightly and then asked. "Is this 'Katyusha, let you tell me?"

"Yes, yes, 'Katyusha, I'm giving me the order, if you insist on turning back, I'll tell you this." Sheskovic nodded and said.

"Well, I understand." Chu Sinan sighed, leaned back, and closed his eyes directly. From that sentence, he knew what Gilnilova was going to tell him. Obviously, what she said was right, "It is dangerous to look back." What he did when he turned back? It was undoubtedly to resolve this crisis. In this way, what he had to face directly was to have conflicts with Buluhell. At present, this was obviously unwise and extremely dangerous. "Forwarding is an opportunity", and this is also

It's easy to understand. I ignored my funerals and rushed to Yaroslavl directly, as if I had no idea what happened to Holtrey. When there was enough trouble and the big thing, I stood up as the first secretary of the Security Committee to end up, deal with some people, and buy some people, which would be a gain that would fall out of thin air. Of course, Chu Sinan thought about the general instructions, and as for the details, he didn't want to consider it or was too lazy to consider it. He believed that Gilnilova should lay the foundation for everything.

"Comrade Secretary, then we now..." Looking at Chu Sinan, who was sleeping with his eyes closed, Seskovitch asked carefully.

"Go to Yaroslavl." Chu Sinan said indifferently without even opening his eyes.

"Okay," Seskovic replied happily, then turned his head and said to the driver, "keep going, Yaroslavl."

A jeep took the lead, and under the escort of a number of military trucks behind him, he drove into the vast plains and ran straight towards Yaroslavl.

"This is everything I have done for you," Zhukov placed a large envelope he had just sent in front of Mainesky in the anti-aircraft artillery command center at the station, and said, "There are your future identity and a letter of introduction to veterans. I believe these things can allow you to escape safely."

"General, do I have to leave?" Mainesky said reluctantly. For him, as long as he escapes this time, it means that there will be no chance of turning around in the future. His second half of his life must be spent in exile with his family.

Zhukov looked at him, then remained silent for a while before shook his head helplessly and said, "Believe me, I'm all for your own good. If there is still a little chance, I will never let you go this way. If I expected it, Chu Sinan would not give up this matter. At most, the people from the Moscow National Security Council will come down. By then, you can't leave even if you want to."

Mainesky pondered without saying a word, knowing that he had no other choice.

"Okay, let's go." Zhukov stood up from his chair and walked to the window facing the door. While looking out, he waved his hand to Mainesky and said. "When you settle down, remember to give me a message. If things turn around, I will notify you of coming back."

"Then... General. I'll leave first." Mainesky stood up from his seat, put the envelope that Zhukov had prepared for him into his pocket, and said, "You, take care of yourself."

Zhukov didn't say anything, he just waved his hand back.

Mainesky gave Zhukov a standard military salute, and then turned around and walked towards the door.

"whisper……"

Just before Mainesky reached the door, a terrifying phone ringtone suddenly came from the table. Out of conditioned reflex, Mainesky walked back quickly and picked up the receiver.

"General, it's the call from the Military Region Logistics Department. I'm looking for you." Mainesky answered for a moment and said to Zhukov.

"Oh? Logistics Department?" Zhukov walked over with a puzzled look on his face and took the receiver.

"What did you say?!" The conversation on the phone had just started less than a minute. Zhukov, who had always been calm, suddenly changed his face. He shouted in a trembling voice, "When is this happening?"

"Hey, hey, hey!" Something seemed to be wrong on the other end of the phone, and the voice suddenly broke. Zhukov shouted loudly at the receiver.

"General, what's wrong?" Mainesky asked carefully. He knew something must have happened in the military region. Could it be...

"It's over, it's over..." Zhukov's trembling hand seemed to be unable to hold the receiver anymore. With a jingling sound, the receiver hanging the wire slammed firmly on the table.

"General, what's wrong with you?" Mainesky was frightened. It's the first time he has been following Zhukov for nearly two years.

"The people of the Security Council are here," Zhukov seemed to have become extremely weak. He slowly closed his eyes and said weakly, "The military region has been controlled by them, the General Staff, the Operations Department, the Training Department... all the comrades in the main leadership bodies of the military region have been arrested by them... Sger Yangpiao Astronomy directly shot and killed outside the gate of the General Staff."

"What?!" Mainesky took a breath. Sgryanov was the chief of staff of the Second Military Region. He was actually executed by the people of the Security Committee in broad daylight without any trial. Is this world crazy?!

"Quick, fast," Zhukov seemed to have suddenly thought of something. He turned around and shouted at Mainesky, "find someone right now, find someone right now."

"Look for, who is looking for?" Mainesky asked in a hurry. He was really scared now. He realized the seriousness of the problem.

"Let me find someone right away and invite General Chu Sinan back," Zhukov said loudly, "Hurry, now only he can suppress those people from the Security Committee, and only he can save us..."

"Hey, General Zhukov, don't bother Comrade Chu Sinan about this matter." Just as Zhukov finished speaking, a cold voice came from the door. Then, Abakumov's slightly thin figure walked into the door in a daze. Behind him, more than a dozen soldiers with live ammunition were followed. The armbands on the soldiers' arms indicated that they belonged to the law enforcement supervision team of the Security Committee.

"For you now, the only thing you can expect is to honestly explain your own problems and strive for leniency from the commander-in-chief and the committee." Abakumov glanced at Mainesky indifferently and continued.

"Comrade Abakumov, you came so fast." Zhukov knew that things had developed to this point and there was no room for recovery, so his originally tense nerves also relaxed. He walked back to the chair just now, sat down, took out his gun and ID from his pocket, and placed it on the table one by one, and said calmly, "How about it, which way to send me? Should I be executed directly, or to spend the rest of my life in Rubiyangka Prison?"

"General, you are joking. Where do we have the power to execute you?" Abakumov said with a giggle, "But according to the command of the command, you may not be very glorious in the future."

Abakumov said, taking out a piece of letter from his shirt pocket, stretching it out, and putting it on the table in front of him.

"After collective discussion and decision by the Commander-in-Chief, Comrade Zhukov will be temporarily removed from all positions within the party and military. It will be handed over to the "Second Military Region Rebellion Investigation Team of the Security Committee for a centralized investigation and trial."

Abakumov retelled the contents on the letter, almost without any words. Obviously, he had read this order many times.

"How about it, please sign this order? Be more aware of it, so that we will all save a lot of trouble." Abakumov pressed the letter with a finger, pushed it gently, and sent it to Zhukov.

"Yes, everyone has saved a lot of trouble." Zhukov smiled lonelyly. Without even looking at the contents of the letter, he took out the pen on his chest and signed his name.

"Okay," after Zhukov signed the command document in the command, Abakumov reached out and took it over, took a quick look. He said to the many soldiers behind him, "Go and leave Zhukov's traitor and the treason's traitor and the treason's treason suspect Zhukov, and then temporarily detain him in the confinement room."

"Yes," several soldiers rushed up with their teeth and claws, pressing Zhukov on the table without any explanation, and then tearing his epaulette and holding the tag.

"Stop!" Mainesky looked at the general he admired the most, and was so devastated by a group of people with humble ranks. He finally couldn't help but rush his blood and pulled open his throat and let out an angry shout.

"Boom!" Before Mainesky's shouting had already landed, a muffled sound had already come from behind him. It turned out that it was a sergeant holding a Bobosha submachine gun, who slammed Mainesky's left shoulder blade with a butt from behind. The heavy blow came very strong. It staggered Mainesky forward for several steps, and finally fell to the ground in a mess.

Immediately afterwards, before Mainesky understood, two more big feet stepped on his back and stepped on him firmly on the ground.

"If I guess correctly, this young man should be the initiator of this incident. ￣￣ Colonel Mainesky, right?" Abakumov stood up from his seat and walked slowly to Mainesky. He squatted down, grabbed a strand of hair on Mainesky's forehead, pulled his head up, and asked with a smile.

"Hmph," Mainesky shook his head suddenly, shook off Abakumov's hand, and snorted contemptuously.

"Yuyou, tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk, young people are just brave," Abakumov sent a series of irresponsible praise, "It has fallen to this point today, and it is still so arrogant. It's really... No wonder he dared to plan to treason and betray Secretary Chu Sinan to the Germans as a mere colonel."

"Bah!" Mainesky was indeed very backbone. When he looked up, he spat a mouthful of thick phlegm at Abakumov. The mouthful of thick phlegm fell accurately on the back of Abakumov's hand, which looked disgusting.

"Well, not bad, not bad," Abakumov looked at his hands and said with a smile. "I really like you more and more. Let me be honest. In the years since I entered the Safety Committee, I have never seen anyone dare to be so arrogant after falling into my hands."

Abakumov smiled and reached out to wipe off the thick phlegm on Mainesky's shoulder.

"Since you are so flirting with me, I'll just give you enough to let you vomit at once." Abakumov said so, and he reached out and grabbed the hair on the back of Mainesky's head, then suddenly exerted force, and swept his forehead towards the cold ground.

"I told you to vomit! I told you to be arrogant! I told you not to give in..."

Abakumov used force on his hand, hitting Mainesky's forehead again and again on the ground, and muttering fiercely in his mouth.

The impact continued one after another, Mainesky's forehead changed from the initial smoothness to the blue-gray, then to purple-red, and finally, until the blood broke out and flowed all over his face.

But in this way, Mainesky still did not fall into a coma, and he kept scolding him, which made people admire his ability to resist and his extraordinary tenacious will.

"***!" Abakumov seemed to be tired of fighting. He stopped, stood up, walked straight to the seat he had just finished sitting, and then cursed, "Give him a dental surgery, I'll let him scold me!"

"Yes!" With the order, several soldiers who were waiting for the battle swarmed up. They turned Mainesky over and turned to a lying position with their backs facing the sky. Then a sergeant stuffed the barrel of the Bobosha submachine gun in his hand into Mainesky's mouth. At the same time, another sergeant separated his hands and pressed Mainesky's chin and head hard, closing his mouth firmly together.

Seeing this scene in front of him, Zhukov sighed deeply and closed his eyes helplessly. From the beginning to now, he did not plead for Mainesky, nor did he yell and blame anything. This was not because he did not want to save his old subordinates, but because he knew that he was powerless now. No matter who it was, he would fall into the hands of the Safety Committee, even if he did not die, he would lose his skin. Now he would come forward to plead with no effect.

"Crack..." The rapid and crisp sound finally came. Although the sound was not loud, Zhukov trembled all over. He opened his eyes suddenly and looked at the position where Mainesky was lying with concern.

At this time, Mainesky was being pressed tightly to the ground by several soldiers. Zhukov could not see the expression on his face, but Zhukov could see clearly his violent struggle and convulsions.

These people used the thick and thick boboss barrels covered with heat dissipation holes to forcefully remove the teeth in Mainesky's mouth. Not only that, they still covered the mouth of the tortured person tightly and did not allow him to make even a slight silence. When the tortured person was in a deep pain but could not make any sound, he was not only physical trauma, but his spirit would be completely destroyed in the moment before his despair.

"Comrade Abakumov, this boy fainted." A soldier who held Mainesky stood up and reported to Abakumov.

"Hmph, I thought he was so tough, it turned out that's just that." Abakumov said disdainfully while groping in his pocket.
Chapter completed!