"How dare you monitor the minister?" When the head of the family came back, Pamela Mountbatten asked in amazement after hearing the narration, "Even if you are the secretary-general of the Joint Intelligence Committee, don't you know that doing so is immoral?" ?”

"There are only right and wrong things, there is nothing moral or immoral." Alan Wilson didn't blush or breathe, but he was just monitoring a minister. He had killed a minister. "I must be responsible for the prosperity and stability of the United Kingdom. Turn a blind eye to danger, even if only a little bit."

Born in a country, he naturally has nothing to repay, but can only serve the country with passion. In his opinion, don't let the Conservative Party make trouble, it is serving the country. The Labor Party will not really vote for the Soviet Union, but the Conservative Party will really vote for the United States.

"Anyway, be cautious. I'm going to Perth. The wind tunnel has been built, and some aviation experts will be with me. You know the conditions of the local test site." Pamela Mountbatten revealed a good news , will complete the support of aviation facilities in the empty Australia.

And France's strategic transport aircraft project, may increase some small costs along with the distance issue. . However, for the entire project, this increase in cost is negligible.

"Thank you for your hard work, dear!" Alan Wilson immediately came up and kissed the red lips to express his loyalty.

"It's mainly up to you to fight for it. Otherwise, with Hercules in front, it's really hard to advance." Pamela Mountbatten warmly responded to her husband's love. She knew how much her husband had worked hard for her aerospace industry.

Since the eldest daughter is approaching the age of school, this time she is finally going back and forth between the two places with her mother, while the youngest son is not suitable for long-distance treks. Pamela Mountbatten now travels with her eldest son as a companion.

For the children who are growing up, the two are not completely consistent in their plans for future generations.

But out of the idea of ​​not conflicting with women, Alan Wilson generally does not object. It is still early for his wife to want their children to grow up and inherit the family business, and they can make changes subtly.

In theory, he is naturally the head of the family! There is such a saying, but when it comes to the issue of future generations, whether the head of the family is worthy of the name is still open to debate.

According to Alan Wilson's idea, the two sons will naturally grow up to be officials, at least one of them must be an official.

This conflicted with his wife's ideas, but he still couldn't be troubled by the mud. Mountbatten still expects one of his children to join the army. It is not impossible to use his father-in-law to overwhelm his wife.

"Margaret is now arguing to be self-reliant and doesn't want to accept the shackles of the royal family. It's really incomprehensible." Pamela Mountbatten said this, looking at her husband, "Do you think she can succeed?"

"How do we know about the internal affairs of the royal family?" Alan Wilson didn't change his expression and his heart beat, as if he didn't care or care about it. "The most important thing is to do your job well."

"That's true." Pamela Mountbatten lay in her husband's arms and said softly, "Take me to the bedroom..."

The departure of his wife made Alan Wilson feel lost. After so many years, although Pamela Mountbatten's appearance is not particularly amazing, but he has been sleeping with him for many years, and he has become accustomed to having a sensible woman by his side.

Although there are many other women who have the same status as their wives, it always feels weird to put on airs as the head of the family in front of others. As the family grows older, the affection of a stable family takes up a lot of weight in Alan Wilson's heart Getting bigger and bigger.

The depressed executive deputy minister of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs can only anesthetize himself with work, first of all he has to sharpen his acting skills.

Hepburn's independent apartment has two bedrooms, one of which is converted into a studio for hobbies in leisure time. The two rooms are respectively covered with tiles and wood panels, and brightly colored rugs are scattered throughout the floor. The furniture is all white, as are the walls.

When the ball walks out of the kitchen with a cup of coffee, it is like a mass of bright colors walking among the furniture. She was wearing a white top and black leggings, which outlined her beautiful curves.

She sat down on one of the white sofas, leaned back relaxed, and took a sip of strong coffee.

In the morning, Hepburn put her hair back into a coil around her neck, and put on a white coat and a white skirt. Lie on the comfortable sofa at home and close your eyes. For the first time in twelve hours she was relaxed, almost falling asleep.

When the doorbell rang, she just grunted and didn't bother to get up to open it. Of course she knew who it was, and she was very happy that the man who lived in her heart came to visit her.

She also loves star work, and she meant it when she told Ellen Wilson that if she didn't like the job, then she wouldn't be doing it. She is very popular and many people love to see her display elegance, but that is only the professional side. When she confronts Alan Wilson, there is no privacy in her life.

"I thought you always cared about that." Hepburn put his arms around Alan Wilson's neck, "Obviously I have apologized, but you still mind because you are stingy, you took so many photos, I didn't say anything. "

There are hundreds of photos in the private collection of the Deputy Secretary, no, it should be said that there are thousands of photos, including photos of her wearing all kinds of clothes and no clothes at all.

"I didn't forget it at first, but when you reminded me, I remembered it again. I have never suffered such a big loss in my life." Alan Wilson pretended to be serious, but immediately failed, "If you give birth to me, I forgive you."

"Do you know how selfish your request is?" Hepburn put his arms around the man's neck and looked at each other, and asked deeply, "What will my child grow up in the future? An illegitimate child?"

"But I can't divorce, especially at this time, the situation in the UK is delicate." Alan Wilson sighed and said to himself, "This request seems a bit selfish, especially for you."

The depression on his face was definitely from the heart, no matter what others did, Hepburn was still different from other ladies in his heart.

Looking at each other speechlessly, Hepburn hesitated to speak. If this man begged several times, she really would not agree.

After all, at that difficult time, the man in front of her helped her too much, and spent a lot of effort for her to get to where she is today.

"Go, go and see Ibi, I wonder if it still remembers Dad." Alan Wilson stood up holding Hepburn, as if he had forgotten the conversation just now.

In Moscow, the capital of the Soviet Union, a Volga car was waiting to pass. The traffic policeman seemed to have seen this expensive car and walked over quickly to ask if there was anything he could do to help. The young traffic policeman had already seen the military uniform on the driver and reported Ask politely, "Comrade General, can I help you?"

Looking at the unusually young traffic policeman in front of him, Pinkowski let go of the suspense in his heart, shook his head and said, "I'm just out for a walk, there's nothing important."

"What a nice car!" Alekseev's eyes flashed with envy, and he had a panoramic view of the situation inside the car with just one glance, then he greeted and let Pinkovsky go, "Comrade General, Good luck on your journey."

Pinkowski smiled friendly, and then kicked the accelerator to drive away, but did not see the eyes of the young traffic policeman behind him sharpen instantly. Pinkowski didn't know that he, a senior intelligence officer, had fallen into the trap. The fledgling children are in the net of sky and earth arranged by them.

Alekseev had just graduated, but as the son of the cultural tsar, he easily took command of this operation. Although he didn't know his mother's purpose at all, he believed that his mother would never lie to him.

The whole process was under the surveillance of the General Directorate of Internal Anti-Spies, and Pinkowski never dreamed that his every move was one-way transparent to his colleagues.

During the meeting, the sudden appearance of the Home Defense Service pointed a gun at him, causing Pinkowski to be stunned. Trying to use his status as a general to struggle in vain.

"There is no tomorrow for traitors!" Hearing these words, Pinkovsky immediately recognized the young policeman he had met before. He snatched over his briefcase, "I think Comrade General should have a lot of things to say."

"Do you know who I am? I'm on a secret mission." Pinkowski yelled loudly, trying to scare the fledglings who didn't know the heights of the sky and the earth in front of them.

This kind of yelling received a blow directly, and Pinkovsky, who was hit in the abdomen, bent down in pain, but immediately Alekseev grabbed his hair and lifted it up, looking directly at Pinkovsky viciously. Fowski, "Traitor, look into my eyes. Your family, colleagues, and friends will all pay for your stupid actions~lightnovelpub.net~No one can save you..."

Afterwards, Alexeyev handed over the briefcase to others, called a car and escorted Pinkovsky and his connector into the car, "Go directly to Lubyanka Square."

"Alekseev, where are you going?" An officer who was also young was a little surprised. That was the headquarters of the National Security Council, and even he had never been there.

"Yes, it's okay!" Alekseev took off his white gloves, and his body swayed as the car started.

From this time on, Pinkowski's fate was already doomed. This kind of big case directly alarmed KGB Chairman Semichasny to personally intervene, because Pinkowski was a senior officer in the intelligence department, which made him very nervous It was anger, "Check out all his social relationships, no matter who they are, one cannot be let go."

The angry echo of the KGB boss lingered in the corridors of Lubyanka's inner prison, and the entire KGB ran at full speed because of this angry order.

All this has nothing to do with Alexeyev. He returned home and saw his mother opened her mouth at home, not knowing whether to ask.