Soviet Union 1991

Langley,

Brennan rubbed his bloodshot eyes as usual and walked towards the office. Everyone was busy with their work silently and did not dare to greet him. Everyone could see that the CIA director was in a bad mood recently, because the frequent diplomatic actions of the Soviet Union had annoyed the White House. They even planned several assassination plans, but they all ended in failure. As time went on, they realized that if they did not think of other ways, they would be extinguished by the red fire of the prairie fire, leaving no land.

Sitting in front of the computer, Brennan opened the mailbox as usual, but a new email with no sender caught his attention. The CIA's network interception can effectively intercept some unnecessary spam and computer virus attacks, but this letter without any sender information aroused Brennan's interest. After scanning to confirm that it was not a hidden virus, he clicked the mouse to open the email.

The information inside was surprising.

"I am an official of the Russian Ministry of Defense. I hope to cooperate with the CIA to overthrow Romanov's rule. He is playing with fire and trying to drag the whole world into hell. In order to confirm that this intelligence is not forged, I can provide you with some small intelligence. For example, the Soviet troops will launch a full-scale attack in Colombia tomorrow, at 3 a.m. Russian time. I am a defector and will contact you later."

At first he thought it was a boring prank, but after clicking nearby he couldn't laugh anymore.

In the attachments, there were some top-secret intelligence about Romanov, as well as photos of him in action in the Kremlin, all of which were engraved in front of him. These were the secrets that Brennan dreamed of obtaining. Before the war machine briefly stopped and started again, he had to do something to stop Moscow's rise.

Brennan immediately stood up and said to the assistant outside the door, "Send all network information security experts to my office, now, immediately!"

The anxious tone startled everyone in the corridor, thinking that the CIA director had encountered another difficult problem.

However, this problem is indeed more difficult than he thought.

Yuri on the other side of the computer has just taken the first step of his plan, and contacting the CIA is all in his plan.

Provoking a split crisis requires caution. Even Yuri, who is proficient in mind control, dares not challenge Romanov's authority. If he loses, he will die.

After carefully sending the email, Yuri quietly breathed a sigh of relief and turned off the display. Although the file was sent by encrypted email, he was still very worried that Romanov would intercept the information. Fortunately, no one from the Ministry of Internal Affairs or the KGB came to his door and dragged him directly to the office in Lubyanka to chat in the next week.

After confirming that the information had been sent out, Yuri opened another file, and this one was his real plan. The recipient was the EO of Atlas Group, President Ains.

The always hidden cooperation plan was sent out from inside the Kremlin.

Atlas Group, Ains Office.

This was the most annoying time for him. The frenzied Soviets detonated two intercontinental missiles over Colombia, and the result was that all the armed forces of the Atlas Group lost contact. The ending was just as what Irons had encountered. His troops were thrown into a prisoner-of-war camp in Colombia.

Originally, the Atlas armed forces had effectively stopped the Red Army's attack, but no one expected that Romanov would actually launch an intercontinental missile and detonate it over Colombia. Two hours after the nuclear bomb was detonated, the Hell Red Army wearing gas masks marched towards the detonation area and entered the town almost before everyone reacted. The respective combat troops were eliminated one by one. The last scene Irons saw on the screen was the orange sky after the nuclear bomb exploded, accompanied by a strange atmosphere.

The last picture was the wounded who kept crawling back, firing back at the approaching Apocalypse tank, but the bullets shot at the armored plate with only sparks flying, but no scars. The tank chassis approached and covered the entire screen, and the last picture was a picture of the tank running over the wounded.

His head camera recorded until the camera was destroyed.

The bloody scene left even the calm Irons with lingering fears. When he realized that the enemy he was facing could not be conquered by relying on the advanced weapons, he was completely panicked.

If this continued, Irons would completely lose the largest order negotiated with the US military. Even if more than half of the congressmen stood by him and many senior officials in the Department of Defense secretly supported him, without the support of the military record, even if Trump nodded, the proposal would be severely obstructed.

Just when the situation was at a loss, an encrypted email appeared in his mailbox. Irons casually opened the email and glanced at it, but the haze in his heart was instantly dispelled. He stared at the content of the email, read it word by word, and finally took a deep breath.

This was an encrypted email sent from Moscow, and the sender hoped that the Atlas Group could cooperate with them secretly and share the Soviet Union's scientific and technological achievements.

This is an attractive cooperation plan. To show sincerity, the other party did send the design drawings of some weapons, including automatic sentry guns and Tesla coil manufacturing drawings, but the most critical part was erased. The other party wanted to use this drawing for cooperation.

There was a phone number on the back of the document, which was a secret line for contact. Ains took a deep breath, picked up the phone and dialed the number.

After a busy tone of anxiety and excitement, a hoarse and indifferent voice came from the other side. With a soul-stirring vicissitude.

"You finally called."

"Who are you?"

Ains said solemnly, "I can trust you, what benefits can you bring to me?"

After a short silence on the other end of the phone, he finally said, "Win-win."

"I can make the Ains Group the sixth largest armed force after the five permanent members of the United Nations. The document I gave you is just a beginning, President Ains, I hope you won't be too surprised by the next gift, because you will get rid of the influence of the White House and become an armed empire independent of any faction."8