Soviet Union 1991

The meeting in Kiev eventually broke up, but Teresa also obtained some definite information from the embassy personnel in Ukraine who had not yet evacuated. Although it was not accurate, compared with the first-hand information, she received some accurate information from the British ambassador to Ukraine. The information conveyed by mouth is obviously more reliable than the feedback from MI6.

I caught the plane back to London this afternoon and only had half an hour left before leaving this hellish place.

And a small tape recorder was placed on the table in his lounge. This was something that the Ukrainian ambassador personally handed to him, and he repeatedly emphasized that it contained a shocking conspiracy.

Theresa sat silently on the sofa, staring at the small tape recorder in front of her. This was the message fed back by the last agent lurking in Moscow before she disappeared, and it seemed precious now.

"This is Alex, MI6 codename Gray Fox."

"Maybe I will be dead when you hear this. Moscow, Moscow is planning a shocking conspiracy. It is impossible for me to go to the embassy in Moscow. I can only risk crossing the border and go to Kiev to try my luck. "

In the intermittent narration that followed, Teresa finally understood the secrets and conspiracies the Soviet Union was carrying out behind the scenes.

2017 is destined to be a year that will go down in history. There seems to be no sign of drastic changes in Russia. The attempt to eliminate the exploiting class in human history will once again usher in a great attempt.

It just doesn't have much to do with the already numb Moscow citizens. At least, they don't have that kind of vision other than caring about themselves. The huge economic crisis and political turmoil have long since made them lose interest in the future of a country. In their eyes, President Vladimir did not deliver the life promised. Russia's overall strength is still struggling among quasi-second-rate countries. If it weren't for desperately selling oil and natural gas, Russia's future might be even worse than it is now.

However, on that day, Moscow citizens saw all kinds of weird trucks passing through the streets, as well as soldiers carrying Kalashnikov towards the Kremlin.

On their shoulders are the gleaming Red Army badges, symbolizing the unyielding fighting spirit.

Crossing the street were Red Army soldiers with solemn looks and high morale.

Moscow has not seen such a figure for nearly thirty years.

For a moment, the older generation was reminded of the soldiers who shouted that if we don’t go to Chernobyl, why don’t we let the people go?

Some people look at the incompatible army with hostile eyes, and some people who grew up in an atmosphere of democracy and freedom have a hostile attitude towards these soldiers who shine with red light.

But then they stopped laughing at all.

Military trucks are full of soldiers and panic-stricken duty personnel rushing towards workers' residential areas. At the same time, the unlucky ones are also the rich in high-end villas. The vicious soldiers held the workers' heads with 7.62-mm Kalashnikov rifles and dragged them out. They were pulled onto the truck with the cries of the family members.

How could the rich not be so lucky? After they were dragged onto the truck, they were never seen again. It is said that a mass grave was discovered a week later in the woods upstream of the Moskva River. A large number of them were Russia's upper class, including Duma members and gas resource oligarchs.

What makes the witnesses in Moscow silent is that when arrests occur, there are often one or two terrifying robots with extremely evil appearances, like minions of hell, waiting by the side. No one can see these cold, four-legged metal monsters who are always watching the world with sensors without being frightened and afraid to move.

When the multi-legged monster like a spider moves, the eyes on the crawling torso with red evil eyes swing with the body, and the sharp claws are embedded in the solid reinforced concrete, leaving a deep scratch.

Almost overnight, all entertainment activities in Moscow were shut down. The doors of the stock exchange were locked, the financial centers terminated their labor unions, and the people were restored to the status of the proletariat overnight, and were driven to factories to fight for life for the construction of socialism.

The citizens were angry at first, but the angry voices soon subsided. When they saw only a shocking pool of blood left after the demonstrations and protests, everyone returned to a docile Mianyang state overnight.

The return of workers greatly accelerated the speed of setting up production lines, and the armor flood also began to grow at a geometric level. The Moscow Research Institute was reopened, and Romanov gave the scientists the most generous support, a pile of black technology documents from other points in time, and generous funding.

The Moscow government has only one request: to restore the Soviet military's 1965 armament strength level in the shortest possible time.

Panic, accompanied by strange phenomena, quickly spread across Russia. The people were surprised to find that the TV was a snowflake and would not work, while the phone was always busy and the mobile phone was always out of order. The trams on the road were drained of power and came to a standstill.

However, a few days later, a group of Soviet troops driving double-barreled heavy tanks rushed into the city, declared to take over everything, and implemented military martial law.

Ulyanovsk, St. Petersburg, Smolensk, any brightly lit big city fell into silence after the frequent military garrison. It was not until three weeks after the Moscow emergency that all cities were fully armed. soldiers and frighteningly powerful robots!

The speed at which they took over the country was much faster than the speed at which others tried to resist. Although there were also small-scale "homeland defense wars", they were quickly divided and defeated one by one. Some people didn't know what was going on and directly raised their pistols, shouted their loyalty to Yuri, and then shot themselves.

There were no more resistance incidents after that. Once they accepted that they had jobs, food, and houses to live in, but no private property, they became docile.

After all, people fight for a breath, isn't it just for houses and stomachs?

Substations, post offices, railway transportation stations, engine factories, fiber factories, automobile factories and many factory departments were controlled by snowballing increases in the number of soldiers in a short period of time. The army carried out the superior's order to "maintain order" and martial law.

Tens of thousands of guys who had resumed their workers' status were mobilized within half a day. Under the gaze of the terrorist robots, they squeezed into the original factory tremblingly and assembled strange weapons and equipment step by step on the assembly line. No one could explain what these strange things were.

"I don't understand what the equipment in the factory is. I heard that it is like some kind of particle collider, used to deal with Western European countries and disintegrate their nuclear weapons equipment... It's just an experimental model. After the final mass production, it will be used to destroy Europe's nuclear bundling strategy. The Soviet Union can cover the whole of Europe with advanced weapons and firepower, and Europe will have no chance to fight back... I just vaguely heard them call it the Iron Curtain."

"This information must be made known to the leaders of other European countries. Before the Soviet Union has completed this iron curtain device, it is necessary to preemptively attack Europe, otherwise once they prepare the iron curtain device, there will be no more..."

The content after that disappeared, leaving only the rustling sound.

When she heard this, Theresa had already broken out in a cold sweat.

She was panicking and ready to pick up the recording materials. When she tried to return to the country to persuade Congress and NATO allies to prepare for war, a large hand suddenly pressed down her hand that was originally about to pick up the recording materials.

Theresa looked up in horror, only to see a pair of evil red eyes and a complex mark between his eyebrows. He raised his mouth fiercely and said with a smile, "Hello, Prime Minister Theresa."

"Allow me to introduce myself to you. My name is Yuri."