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Lalezal Street can be regarded as the most prosperous street in Tehran today. The three-story buildings full of Persian style on the two floors of the street are almost all of the same style, and the shadow of urban planning can be clearly seen.

Today’s Iran is not the same thing as later generations of Iran, at least in Tehran. Compared to the later generations of Tehran, Tehran today is more secular, and Lalejal Street is the most secularized place. .

It’s already night. Under the illumination of the gas street lamp, the whole street is rendered with a faint golden halo. The cafes, western restaurants, and even bars on both sides of the street are in the time of picking up customers. lively.

Compared with countries such as the United Kingdom, the United States and the Soviet Union, Iran is certainly the weakest country, but in the entire Middle East region, before the Soviet Union and Britain invaded, this country was still the strongest, at least militarily.

Because of this, Tehran can be regarded as a bustling city in the Middle East.

Of course, Iran’s economic decline has been severe in the past two years, mainly due to the division of Iran between Britain and the Soviet Union. The Soviet Union took away Iran’s large amounts of food, cotton and other agricultural products and crops in the north, while the United Kingdom took control of Iran in the south. Ports and oil fields.

Last year, the Americans also came. According to later generations, Americans are the best-hearted. They did not do anything bad to Iran. They only controlled Iran’s customs and taxes. Of course, according to the Western media, the Americans So I did this not to plunder this country, but to introduce modern customs and taxation concepts to this country, in order to help Iran realize its modernization.

Well, so, countries that control Iran’s customs and taxes and subsequently engage in commodity dumping are not evil. Countries that plunder important strategic resources such as oil are not evil. Only countries that rob agricultural products such as grain and cotton are evil. This is the West. The face of public opinion.

In the southeast corner of Merat Square in the middle section of Lalezal Street, in a small three-story building that looks ordinary, Victor stands in front of a window on the second floor, his cold eyes through the dusty glass window. , Looking at the square downstairs.

There was no light in the room, and it was dim, almost invisible. There was a faint smell of sheep mutton in the air, which was not very good, but after a long time, it didn't feel so unbearable.

Although it was night, the square downstairs was still crowded with people, including Persians in turbans and Westerners in suits and leather shoes.

Victor has been standing in front of the window for a long time, his eyes patrolling aimlessly in the crowd, as if he was looking for someone, and he seemed to be waiting for something to happen.

After an unknown period of time, Victor reached out to touch his pocket, took out a pack of cigarettes, and played with it in his hand.

At almost the same time, a gunshot suddenly came from outside the window.

This gunshot seemed to trigger a chain reaction. The crowd in the square paused like a stagnation. Then, a woman's screaming tore the silence at this moment, and the crowd suddenly felt like a pan was blown up. The screams, the noise, the noise that overturned a stall somewhere, all converge, and looking down from the upper floor, you can see the flow of people like a tank full of water being smashed, and the stagnant water gushing out, gushing out. In all directions.

"Bah Bah Bah..."

The gunshots on the square became fierce amidst the turmoil of the crowd, as if two groups were shooting at each other. From Victor’s position, one could see a small building on the opposite side of the square with frequent flashes of light. Obviously, it was the light from the shooting.

Victor frowned slightly, stepped a little closer to the side, and hid in a place covered by a wall, then took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth and lit it with a lighter.

The light in the room suddenly brightened, and then dimmed again. In the darkness, only a red dot of light was flickering.

There was a rush of footsteps behind him. After a while, a vague figure appeared at the door. Then, a young man's voice said: "Comrade committee, something has happened."

Victor didn't look back, he moved back to where he was just now, looking across the window to the small building where the gunfire became more and more dense.

At this time, the firefight had moved from the front of the building to the small building. Through the windows on the opposite building, you could vaguely see that there was something leaking in the building, with pale light flashing from time to time.

"Is it a good accident or a bad accident?" Victor asked unhurriedly after taking a breath of cigarettes.

"Yes..." The young man at the door paused. After a while, he said hesitantly, "The British are also eyeing those guys. They are the first to do it."

"How do you know that you are an Englishman?" Victor's figure was hidden in the dark, like a ghost.

"I recognized the man who shot just now," the young man said. "His name is Nelson. He is..."

"Ivan, you really have a lot of friends," Victor's voice was very gloomy, and there seemed to be a bit of sarcasm in it, "Then tell me that you know the other person's name is Nelson, so does this Mr. Nelson also know him? And you?"

"This..." The young man was Agayants. He was taken aback by Victor's question and quickly explained, "No, I don't think he knows me because we..."

"You don't need to explain to me those things I don't care about," Victor interrupted him, and said, "I just want to know, if he doesn't know you, then why do you know him? Why do you know that he is doing it? The British serve, but not the Germans? I have already told you that there are no allies on the front where we work. Have you forgotten what I said again?"

Agajantz obviously understood what Victor meant. He stood up straight, saluted Victor's back, and then turned away without saying anything.

"Victor, isn't your approach a bit radical?" Agayants' footsteps finally disappeared outside the door. In the darkness, a man's voice suddenly appeared, listening to something strange.

This person has been hiding in the shadow of the room. If it hadn't spoken at this time, everyone would have realized that there was actually another person in the room.

"Why do you say that?" Victor turned from the window and looked at the corner of the room in the dark. A dim light was projected from the window, showing half of his smiling face. "On the front of intelligence work, there is no Allies and friends say that all intelligence organizations outside the alliance are our enemies or targets."

The tone was paused, and he asked with a smile, "I'm always right, right?"

There was a shadow shaking in the darkness. After a while, a person appeared in front of Victor. With the light coming in from the window, he could see a handsome face. It was Abakumov who belonged to the NKVD. .

It’s not surprising that Abakumov is here. In fact, the people from the NKVD who came to Iran during the recent period are not just Abakumov. Besides him, Merkulo The husband also came, but the latter was in Tabriz and did not come to Tehran.

On the third day after Victor left Moscow, Comrade Stalin's special train also departed. This morning, the special train arrived in Baku. It is estimated that it has reached Tabriz.

Before, Comrade Stalin was going to Tehran to participate in the meeting. Not many people know about it. Although Beria is someone who knows the inside story, the mouth is very serious and he is so serious that it is impossible for Comrade Stalin to not approve. Under the circumstances, tell this to anyone, even his cronies.

But now it is different. Comrade Stalin has left Moscow and headed to Iran by train. Naturally, the NKVD has to take some actions.

Now, the NKVD has not only sent high-level commanders to Iran, but also deployed two elite internal guards from the Caucasus. They entered Iran together and are deploying defenses along the railway from Tabriz to Tehran. .

"Of course it is," Abakumov smiled, and he glanced at Victor's hand and said, "Bring me a cigarette."

Victor didn't mind, he passed the pack of cigarettes in his hand.

"Comrade committee member said that you are very talented in the intelligence industry," Abakumov lighted himself a cigarette and handed the pack of cigarettes back to Victor. Then he said, "I have been a little unconvinced in the past. , But now it seems that Comrade Committee members are not wrong. You do have talent in this area."

Victor smiled and said nothing.

After Abakumov arrived in Tehran this time, his attitude has changed a lot when facing him, but God knows whether he is sincere or fake.

However, Abakumov’s remarks were really sincere. Although he had just arrived in Tehran, because Victor did not hide from him in a lot of work, he was very clear about the current situation.

Abakumov didn’t know what Victor did in the work of the Foreign Intelligence Service, but through his observations, he made a surprising discovery. The people from the People’s Committee of National Security seem to be very clear about the Germans. Where are the infiltration teams lurking? No, not only the Germans, but even the Persians who are hiding their evil intentions can be smoothly picked out by them.

From this point of view alone, the current NKVD is indeed much better than the original NKVD in terms of work efficiency.

The time the two talked, the gunfire on the square downstairs stopped. Looking through the window, a team of mounted police appeared in front of the small building opposite the square. It was a local Mounted Police in Tehran. The gunfire attracted me.

From a distance, when Viktor saw Agayants appearing in front of the Mounted Police, he smiled at Abakumov and said, "Well, there should be a result. Let's see what we have gained. "

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