Chapter 241 The Misfortune of General Tsvigon

"Put down your weapons and surrender immediately!" The fully armed soldiers who rushed in were wearing black hoods, leaving only their eyes and mouths exposed. They were holding AK-74 rifles with folded stocks and shouted to Shelov.

Surrender? If I surrender at this time, I will only be framed! I must run! Shelov made up his mind, threw his hand back, and pulled the trigger naturally.

"Bang!" A gunshot rang out. The gun actually fired! Finally, the first and last shot was fired. Just as Shelov was about to jump out of the window to escape, the AK-74 rifle made a short clicking sound.

Shelov's body fell backwards under the impact of the bullet. He felt no pain. When the bullet hit him, his whole body had already begun to numb.

He heard the sound of blood gushing out, he heard the gurgling sound coming from his throat, he felt that he was having difficulty breathing, and he experienced the horror before death...

"Report, the target has been killed and General Tsvigun unfortunately died." A commander who rushed in said on the radio.

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"General Secretary, you look well today." At dinner time, there was still a group of people gathered in the ward. Brezhnev looked good today, and the illness caused by drinking a few days ago had subsided.

"Yes." Brezhnev said: "At the October Revolution Parade, I will stand on the reviewing stand as always to witness the strength of our Soviet Union."

"Report to the General Secretary." At this moment, Andropov came hurriedly.

"Yuri, what's the matter?" Brezhnev asked.

"The first deputy chairman of the KGB, General Semyon Tsvigun, was shot dead by a gunman in his office just two hours ago," Andropov said.

General Tsvigon! Brezhnev's face suddenly changed. This was his brother-in-law and his most trusted subordinate. After joining the KGB, he had been working diligently. Now, how could he be suddenly shot dead by a gunman? In the Red Empire, in Moscow, at the KGB headquarters, who could do such a thing?

"Who did it? Has the gunman been caught?" Brezhnev asked through gritted teeth.

"We caught him. The gunman is Shelov-Tsvigon, the youngest son of General Tsvigon," said Andropov.

Shelov? Brezhnev had met this young man once at a family gathering and had a good impression of him at that time. Now, how come this kid beat me to death?

"What's going on?" Brezhnev asked.

"Shelov was retired from the 4th Tank Division some time ago," Andropov said. "After his retirement, he has been at home. This morning, he came to the KGB headquarters to look for General Tsvigon. As a result, they had an argument in General Tsvigon's office. Then, gunshots were heard from inside. When our guards rushed in, Shelov was arrested and shot dead on the spot."

The muscles on Brezhnev's face twitched a few times. He couldn't believe this fact. However, it was true. Andropov must have reported the case that happened in the KGB headquarters truthfully. There was no way he could have concealed anything.

Alas, these young people can't stand any setbacks. Tsvigon also mentioned Shelov's matter to me. It's always wrong to cheat in the army. If you learn from your lesson, you can also play a role in the Moscow government. It must be because of work that I quarreled with Tsvigon. As a result, unexpectedly, unexpectedly...

Thinking of this, Brezhnev felt a surge of blood in his brain, and his blood vessels seemed to be about to explode at any time.

"The General Secretary needs to rest." The doctor at the side said quickly.

Everyone withdrew.

"Oh, I never thought that Tsvigon was killed by his son!" Ustinov said to Andropov as they walked.

"Yes, we in the KGB also have responsibilities. Irrelevant people are not allowed to enter the KGB headquarters. The guards at the door actually let Shelov, who is not a member of the KGB system, in. It is really dereliction of duty. I have isolated them all for investigation." Andropov said: "The KGB system also needs to be rectified. We can't let such a thing happen again."

"Yes, this tragedy must not happen again. The KGB had better send more guards to protect the safety of our colleagues." Ustinov suggested: "Chernenko, what do you think?"

Chernenko, who was walking by, paused for a moment and forced a smile on his face: "I think, forget it. Only a useless child like Shelov has been spoiled since childhood. Our children are not so useless."

"Oh, the general secretary must be very sad." Andropov sighed. He and Ustinov looked at each other, then followed the crowd and walked out together.

Today's work was done. It had been five or six days since Andropov was home. When he came out of the hospital, he asked the driver to take him home.

"Little Bella, it's time to change her diaper again." Andre opened his daughter's bag and smelled a sour smell inside, knowing that she had pooped again.

In the past, Andre would stay as far away from it as possible, but with the arrival of the child, Andre naturally became immune to this kind of thing. He picked up the child, wiped him clean, and then checked whether the feces and urine inside were normal. Finally, he ran to the faucet to rinse it.

Andrei did all this very naturally, and it moved Ekaterina immensely. In the Soviet Union, these things should be done by women, but Andrei did it so naturally, without any male chauvinism. She married the right man and she was the happiest woman!

"Andrei, what a coincidence." Just as Andrei was humming an unknown tune and throwing a diaper, he heard a familiar voice. He turned around and saw Andropov, who was in a good mood.

"Chairman..." Andre instinctively wanted to salute.

"This is home, so just call me Uncle Yuri." Andropov said, "How was it? Did anything special happen when you went shopping with little Nana today?"

Shopping? The KGB chairman, who was so busy with his work, knew that I went shopping with Ekaterina today? After quickly wringing out the diaper and wiping his hands, Andrei came out and sat on the sofa with Andropov, knowing that Andropov's question today was definitely unusual.

"It's okay, I'm fine." said Andre.

"That's good. Today, a big thing happened. One of my former subordinates, Shelov, who came from the 4th Tank Division, actually killed his father in the KGB headquarters." Andropov said: "Alas, many of this young generation have gone astray."