Chapter 29 of 100

Chapter 29

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This world is truly fascinating, always having overconfident fellows coming out to cause trouble! Surrounded by dozens of Berlin residents, Sherov looked around in a seemingly unconscious manner and mocked, "This is West Berlin? It's not much at all!" He took a deep breath and squinted his eyes, "The air of freedom is just so-so, and there are two guys in dog skins meddling here..."

Arriving in West Berlin had no effect on Sherov. At least, he felt as if he had returned to Italy, naturally wanting to mock what he saw, especially when he saw American soldiers within sight, which made this feeling even stronger. As for the psychological shadow area in the American soldier's heart, it was none of his business...

"This Soviet general, we are also responsible for guarding the safety here. Why do you have to mock us? This is not consistent with your propaganda, is it?" The British soldier beside him couldn't stand it anymore and, suppressing his emotions, spoke up.

"Clearly filled with disgust towards me, speaking like this must be exhausting!" Sherov lowered his voice. After his serious illness, Sherov could clearly perceive others' kindness and malice; such emotional fluctuations could not escape his perception. "I'm not trying to talk down to you with my rank. I'm just educating you through my actions, making you understand what class is and recognize your class status! I'm just giving you a basic lesson in your spare time. After you finish your guard duty today, you can think about your position in the social class structure before you go to sleep, hahaha..."

Looking at the two enemy soldiers who were furious but dared not retort, Sherov felt elated, his shoulders trembling slightly. Turning around, he saw that the car with the Soviet flag in front of him had been inspected, and he said with lingering dissatisfaction, "About three years ago in Italy, I used to stand on the street and debate with you Americans. Three years have passed, and you Americans are still as brainless as ever, not a bit of improvement..."

"You have no right to insult my country, at least America is more desirable!" Seeing Sherov about to leave, the American soldier who had been mocked finally couldn't hold back. In the two years he had served in West Berlin, this was the first time he had been ridiculed to the point of being worthless.

"Of course I have the right, I'm not American! Freedom of speech, I have the right to insult America, and the Soviet Constitution does not prohibit me from doing so!" Sherov, who had already turned around, turned back and, seeing the growing crowd, taunted the American soldier like he was playing with a dog, "It's early, I'll waste five minutes educating you. Do you think your country is pretty good? I'll leave you with a few words to think about. Women's suffrage in America began in 1920, three years after the Soviet Union was founded. The Soviet Constitution clearly states that Soviet women have the right to vote. As for the examples of the U.S. President ordering the suppression of labor movements, there are too many to mention. In 1932, President Herbert Hoover deployed federal troops to suppress unemployed veterans gathered in the capital, Washington D.C. In 1941, President Roosevelt deployed federal troops to suppress the struggle of California aircraft workers."

At this point, Sherov closed the distance between them and said, "What do you think your country is? America gave women the right to vote because of the Soviet Union! In recent years, they have stopped being hostile to labor unions and given workers some scraps because the Soviet Union has become strong enough to threaten them. Do you want to be a respected soldier with good treatment and a good life? Then pray that the Soviet Union continues to grow stronger. The U.S. government will certainly improve your treatment!"

"Do you think America's equality fell from the sky? All of this is only because the Soviet Union exists, forcing them to improve your living conditions!" Sherov, who had already opened the car door, his voice piercing the American soldier's brain, rolled down the window and looked at the stunned American soldier with pity, "If you have a female soldier you know, you can ask if she has been raped by her superiors or comrades. Forget it, maybe you are one of them, how can a thief cry 'catch the thief'? Hahaha..."

The frequency of rape scandals in the U.S. military is well-known worldwide. Sherov didn't believe that such things didn't happen in this era. The roar of the engine carried Sherov away, leaving only a trail of car exhaust to bring the stunned American soldier back to his senses.

"Let the imperialist sugar-coated bullets come at me, I'll accept them all and send them back!" Speaking broken English, Sherov began his trip to West Berlin. Two cars with Soviet flags drove recklessly through the city, a scene not unfamiliar, but usually it was American, British, or French military vehicles. It had been a long time since a car with a Soviet flag had been seen here.

Half an hour after Sherov entered West Berlin, the entire leadership of the occupying forces in West Berlin had been informed. After all, Sherov had entered openly and even visited the West Berlin City Hall. Sherov's footsteps had left marks in every distinctive place in West Berlin.

After spending a whole day in West Berlin, Sherov returned to East Berlin with five or six hundred photos. "Develop all the photos. Compare the intersections, city hall, headquarters, and other locations with the original photos to see how much they differ from our records!"

"Yuri Yefimovich Sherov? Director of the KGB's Third Main Directorate. Why is it him again? Three years ago in Italy, he was just a colonel in the Ministry of Internal Affairs. I didn't expect him to be the one in charge in Berlin this time!" In Washington, thousands of miles away, CIA Director Dulles held a file with several photos of Sherov, including one of him entering the U.S. embassy in Italy in his colonel's uniform. In the photo, Sherov exuded the air of a victor, as if everything was under his control.

It must be said that the Soviet Union's unexpected defeat in Italy three years ago was a devastating loss that no one had anticipated. As the instigator on the Soviet side, Sherov had returned to the Soviet Union alive and well, advancing rapidly, rising two ranks in just three years to become the director of the KGB with a major general's rank.

"This time you've come to Berlin again. Do you still have the ability to force the three countries to withdraw their troops? I don't believe it..." Dulles stared at the photo of Sherov and muttered to himself. Although he said that, he still needed to analyze what changes Sherov's appearance might bring. Taking off his glasses, Dulles slowly rubbed his eye sockets and thought to himself.

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