"How dare you monitor the minister?" When the head of the family returned, Pamela Mountbatten asked in amazement, "Even if you are the secretary general of the Joint Intelligence Committee, don't you know that it is unethical to do so? ?"

"Things are only right and wrong, there is no morality or immorality." Alan Wilson was not blushing or panting, but he was just monitoring a minister, he had killed the minister before, "I must be responsible for the prosperity and stability of the United Kingdom, and I cannot Dangers turn a blind eye, even just a little bit."

Born in a country, he naturally has no retribution, and can only serve the country with enthusiasm. In his opinion, don't let the Conservative Party make trouble is to serve the country. The Labour Party will not really vote for the Soviet Union, and the Conservative Party will really vote for the United States.

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

and France's strategic transport aircraft program, which may add some tiny costs with distance issues. . However, this cost increase is negligible for the entire project.

"Thank you dear!" Alan Wilson immediately came up and kissed his red lips to express his loyalty.

"It's mainly up to you. Otherwise, it's really difficult to advance with Hercules ahead." Pamela Mountbatten responded enthusiastically to her husband's love. She knew how much her husband had worked for her aerospace industry.

Since the eldest daughter is approaching the age of school, this time she is going back and forth with her mother, and the youngest son is not old enough to travel long distances. Pamela Mountbatten now travels with her eldest son as company.

For 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 would not object. The wife's idea of ​​her child growing up and inheriting the family business is still early, so she can make subtle changes.

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, the conclusion is still open to question.

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

This conflicted with his wife's ideas, but he couldn't be stumped by the mud. Mountbatten also expected one of his children to join the army, and it was not impossible for him to use his father-in-law to press his wife's head.

"Margaret is clamoring to be independent now, and doesn't want to be bound by the royal family. It's really hard to understand." Pamela Mountbatten said this, looking at her husband, "Do you think she can succeed?"

"How do we know what's going on inside the royal family?" Alan Wilson didn't change his face or heartbeat, as if he didn't care or care about it. "It's the most important thing to do your job well."

"That's true." Pamela Mountbatten whispered while lying in her husband's arms, "Take me to the bedroom..."

The departure of his wife made Alan Wilson feel at a loss. After so many years, although Pamela Mountbatten's appearance is not particularly amazing, he has been accustomed to this sensible woman by his side after sharing the same bed for many years.

Although there are many other ladies who have the same status as his wife, it always feels strange to put on the air of the head of the family in front of others. The family affection that stabilizes the family grows with age and occupies a weight in Alan Wilson's heart. getting bigger.

Depressed, the Deputy Secretary of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs can only use work to anesthetize himself, and first of all, he must hone his acting skills.

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

When the ball flower walks out of the kitchen with a cup of coffee, it is like a bright cloud of color walking between the furniture. She was wearing a white top over black leggings, which framed 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 let her hair flow back into a skein behind 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 relaxed, almost falling asleep.

When the doorbell rang, she just grunted, too lazy to get up to open the door. Of course she knew who it was, and she was glad that the man in her heart came to visit.

She also loves star work, and when she told Ellen Wilson that if she didn't like the job, she wouldn't do it, she meant it. She is very popular, and many people love to see her elegant and moving, but that is only the professional side. When she confronts Ellen Wilson, she does not keep the privacy of her life.

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

There are hundreds of photos in the private collection of the permanent secretary, no, there are thousands of photos, including photos of her wearing all kinds of clothes, and photos of her wearing nothing at all.

"I didn't forget it at first, but as soon as 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 broke down, "If you give birth to a child for me, I will forgive you."

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

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

The lowness on his face definitely came from the heart, and he didn't even care about others. Hepburn was still different from other ladies in his heart.

Hepburn was speechless, and if the man begged a few times, she could not guarantee that she would not agree.

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

"Let's go and see Ibby, I wonder if it still remembers Dad." Alan Wilson got up with Hepburn in his arms, and seemed to have forgotten the conversation just now.

In Moscow, the capital of the Soviet Union, a Volga sedan was waiting to pass. The traffic police seemed to have seen this valuable sedan and walked over quickly to ask if there was anything I could do to help. The young traffic police had seen the military uniform on the driver and reported to the police. Asked politely, "Comrade General, is there anything I can help you with?"

Pinkovsky looked at the unusually young traffic policeman in front of him, relieved his dangling heart, shook his head and said, "I'm just going out for a walk, there's nothing important."

"It's a really good car!" A glint of envy flashed in Alexeyev's eyes, and he had a full view of the inside of the car with just one glance, and then he greeted and released Pinkovsky, "Comrade General, Good luck on your way."

Pinkovsky smiled friendly, then kicked the accelerator and drove away, but he didn't see the young traffic police's eyes sharpening in an instant. Pinkovsky didn't know yet that he, a senior intelligence officer, had already fallen into the trap. The fledgling children are in the net of heaven and earth.

Alexeyev has just graduated, but as the son of the cultural czar, he easily took command of this operation. Although he did not know the purpose of his mother at all, he believed that his mother would never lie to him.

The whole process was under the surveillance of the National Bureau of Defense Against Espionage, and Pinkovsky would never have dreamed that his every move was completely one-way and transparent to his colleagues.

When the connection was made, the sudden appearance of the General Administration of Defense Against Espionage pointed a gun at him, and Pinkovsky was stunned. Trying to use his general status in a futile struggle.

"Traitors have no tomorrow!" When Pinkovsky heard this sentence, he immediately recognized that the person in front of him was the young policeman he had met before. He grabbed his briefcase, "I think Comrade General should have a lot to say."

"Do you know who I am? I'm on a secret mission." Pinkowski shouted loudly, trying to scare the ignorant chicks in front of him.

This kind of shouting immediately ushered in a blow, and Pinkovsky, who was hit in the abdomen, bent down in pain, but immediately Alekseev grabbed his hair and lifted it up, staring straight at Pinke fiercely. "Traitor, stare me in the eyes. Your family, colleagues, friends, all will pay for your stupidity. No one can save you..."

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

"Alekseev, where are you going?" A similarly young officer was a little surprised~lightnovelpub.net~ That was the headquarters of the National Security Council, and even he had never been there.

"Yes, it doesn't matter!" Alexeyev took off the white gloves on his hands, and his body swayed as the car started.

From this time on, Pinkovsky's fate has been doomed. This kind of major case directly alerted KGB Chairman Semychasny to personally intervene, because Pinkovsky is a high-ranking officer in the intelligence department, which makes him very It's anger, "Find out all his social relationships, no matter who it is, one can't let go."

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

All this has nothing to do with Alexeyev. When he returned home, he saw his mother opened her mouth at home and wondered if he should ask.

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