Chapter 726 Assassination Plan

Yakov's TV broadcast caused an uproar, and Stalin was furious. Although he issued a statement saying that he had severed the father-son relationship with Yakov, the relationship can be severed, but the bloodline cannot be severed. In the eyes of others, Yakov is still his son, which is an indisputable fact. Moreover, the German propaganda department ridiculed his so-called severance of relations as a shameless excuse to evade the punishment of "Order No. 270".

Although Stalin was furious about this, what could he do? He couldn't rush to Berlin and strangle Yakov to death to set the record straight.

Strangle to death? Suddenly, Stalin had an idea in his mind and immediately found Beria. "Comrade Beria, can you get rid of Yakov, the damn traitor?!" As soon as Beria entered the office, Stalin went straight to the point.

"!!" Beria was shocked. He didn't expect Stalin to hate Yakov so much. But before he was shocked, he heard Stalin continue. "It would be best to get rid of the German crown prince as well."

Stalin also planned to assassinate the mustache in World War II in the original time and space.

In 1941, the German army launched Operation Barbarossa and raided the Soviet Union. The Soviet Union, caught off guard, responded hastily and lost a large area of ​​territory in the early stages of the war. Soviet Minister of Internal Affairs Beria formed a special operations team led by him directly, whose task was to organize reconnaissance and sabotage activities in Germany. The team submitted an action report to Stalin, suggesting that the assassination of the mustache be the action target.

Stalin approved the report, and the special operations team began various preparations before the assassination. Considering that the capital Moscow is likely to fall in the end, the mustache will definitely come here to review the troops (because when Germany occupied France before, the mustache had left a photo under the Eiffel Tower as a souvenir). Therefore, Beria's special operations team established an underground party organization in Moscow in advance, intending to take advantage of the opportunity of the mustache to come to Moscow to kill this demon.

Unexpectedly, after paying an extremely painful price, the Soviet army stubbornly resisted the fierce attack of the German army, finally won the Battle of Moscow, and began a strategic counterattack. In this way, the assassination of the mustache can only be carried out in Germany.

Just when the special operations team overcame various difficulties, tried every means to approach the German top leaders, and prepared to implement the assassination plan in November 1943, Stalin suddenly stopped the plan. "It is better to keep him alive in the current situation. We need him to completely defeat Germany. As long as he is alive, Germany will not make peace with the West alone. If he dies, his successor is very likely to make peace with the West, which is not good for us. Now we are close to completely defeating Germany, so don't touch him."

Stalin's worries are not unfounded. At the end of World War II, it was Goering, the second-in-command, who actively suggested negotiations with Britain and the United States, and hoped that the mustache would authorize him to take charge of all things in Germany. In this way, Stalin finally let the war maniac mustache go for the sake of grand strategy. History has proved that the mustache did become a trump card in Stalin's hand.

Beria felt his legs go weak and almost fell to the ground. He didn't know whether Yakov could succeed, and he wanted to assassinate the German crown prince? ! But facing Stalin's eager eyes, Beria didn't dare to refuse, and could only bite the bullet and agree. "I'll arrange it right away, Comrade Stalin."

Stalin nodded with satisfaction. "Go, finish it as soon as possible."

Leaving Stalin's office, Beria couldn't help but sigh. This task was too difficult. How to complete it?

After thinking about it, he decided to ask someone for help, so he came to the office of the Soviet Military Intelligence Bureau (GBU). Because the Germans bombed Moscow from time to time, all important office departments in Moscow were moved to underground air-raid shelters.

As soon as he walked into the corridor of the GBU office, he saw Natasha, the second in command of the GBU, coming towards him.

"Hey, isn't this Comrade Beria?" Natasha greeted him with a smile. Looking at her curvy figure and the mature charm emanating from her body, Beria's breathing became a little rapid. Natasha was a famous "socialite" in this circle. Beria was also fortunate to spend a good night with her. Her eroticism that almost squeezed people dry really made Beria reminisce for a long time.

Beria coughed lightly and suppressed the restlessness in his heart. "Comrade Natasha, I came to talk to you about something. To be precise, I want to ask you for a favor."

"Comrade Beria, you are too polite. Just tell me what you want. Let's talk in my office."

The two came to Natasha's office. As soon as they closed the door, Natasha hugged him and couldn't wait to reach out and untie his clothes.

"Comrade Natasha, I have something important..." Beria pushed her twice, but couldn't hold back any longer, and tore her clothes off with his backhand.

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After a while of making love, Beria lit a cigarette and remembered the purpose of coming here. "Natasha, do you have any agents planted in Berlin?"

Natasha, who was tidying up her clothes, raised her eyebrows slightly. "Comrade Beria, your level is not enough to inquire about such things."

Beria smiled disapprovingly. Apart from her ****, this was also an admirable point. Public is public, private is private, and they will never be mixed up. "Then I will ask Comrade Stalin for instructions." He picked up the phone and connected to Stalin's office. After briefly explaining the situation, he handed the phone to Natasha.

Natasha took the phone and nodded after listening. "I understand, Comrade Stalin, I will fully cooperate with Comrade Beria's work." After saying that, he put the phone back on the phone. "Comrade Beria, you just asked me if there are still agents planted in Berlin. You should also know that the Germans' counter-espionage work is quite outstanding. The agent team we originally planted in Germany has been almost wiped out. Only a three-person team lurked. I was worried about exposing them, so I haven't contacted them for a long time. Once even this team is exposed, we will completely lose our eyes in Germany. What mission is so important?"

Beria sighed. "Hey, Comrade Stalin asked me to get rid of Yakov and the German crown prince as well." He didn't hide anything. After all, he needed to use Natasha's manpower. Even if he didn't say it now, Natasha would know the content of the operation.

"..." Natasha opened her mouth slightly, with a look of surprise. "Comrade Beria, you really took on a hot potato."

Beria cracked his mouth and showed a smile that was uglier than crying. "Who said it wasn't."

Natasha didn't say much, took the paper and pen, and quickly wrote a few lines and handed it over. "This is the contact information of that special agent team. I wish you good luck."