Chapter 9: Uprising Requires Secret Planning

  Kryuchkov's hands were still shaking, but his gaze at Chusnan had added some anger and expectation. It was clear that he hoped to get some comforting news from the young Chinese man in front of him.

  Chu Si Nan would not disappoint him, at this moment Comrade Kryuchkov indeed needs some factors that can inspire his courage, even if these factors are just mirages, otherwise he will collapse mentally.

  "My friend," Chuslan said, placing both hands on Khrushchev's shoulders, "can't you see what's going on? Beria's position in the Soviet leadership is precarious, to say nothing of Comrade Voroshilov's long-standing concerns about this secret police chief. Even comrades Malenkov and Molotov harbor resentment towards him. The only reason Beria can still sit comfortably at the top is because he still has the trust of Comrade Stalin. If that trust, which he regards as his talisman, were to disappear, then I'm afraid we wouldn't need to lift a finger - he would be torn apart by the wolves closing in on him from all sides."

  "I knew that all along," Khrushchev said, shaking his head. "During this period I was entrusted not only with the case of Grinev but also with secretly collecting any information that could be used against Comrades Molotov and Malenkov. From this point of view, it is clear that Beria's connections in high places were not very good. However, as you said, he enjoyed Stalin's complete trust, and as long as Stalin was in power, no one could touch him, and..."

  Khrushchev hesitated, pacing back and forth for a moment before continuing: "Moreover, Comrade Stalin is by nature suspicious of those around him, always on guard against them. A man like Beria, who inspires distrust in everyone, naturally would be the one to gain Stalin's trust. That's why I have no confidence whatsoever that we can overthrow him."

  "Comrade Khrushchev, under normal circumstances, Comrade Stalin's trust in Beria would not have been misplaced," Chu Xinan said with a slight smile, gently patting Khrushchev's shoulder. "But now the situation is clearly different, and one person's appearance has disrupted everything."

  "Who? Who has ruined everything?" Kryuchkov asked impatiently.

  "I'm this person." Chu Si Nan pointed at his own straight nose bridge and said with a smile.

  "What?!" A look of bewilderment appeared on Kryuchkov's face.

  "Not bad, it's me," Chu Si Nan said. "Dear friend, what do you think one would most want to do if someone knew a secret of yours that you least wanted anyone to know?"

  "It goes without saying, I will think of every possible way to get rid of that family..." Kryuchkov said without hesitation. However, just as he hadn't finished speaking, he suddenly stopped. He stared at Chusinan's smiling face with his pale blue eyes, not blinking for a moment, and after a brief moment, a surprised expression appeared on his face.

  "I've got it! I've got it!" Kryuchkov suddenly shouted loudly.

  "Shh!" Chu Si Nan was startled and hastily stopped him. This wasn't a good place to be cheering.

  Kryuchkov apparently realized his mistake, jumped up from the sofa, quickly ran to the window and carefully looked out for a while before returning, saying with a sigh of relief: "Fortunately, no guards were alarmed, almost made a big mistake."

  Now Kryuchkov's mood had obviously improved a lot, he walked quickly back to the sofa and sat down, extinguishing the half-smoked cigarette in his hand, then rubbed his palms and said: "Not bad, Comrade Chusinan, you're right, your appearance has indeed brought about a thorough change in the situation. Comrade Stalin attaches great importance to everything you say about yourself, especially those who have some understanding of you, he secretly arranged Beria to be responsible for monitoring them, just like Sokolov and Akhromeyev who are currently on the front line. I was originally wondering why Beria suddenly attached so much importance to those insignificant people, it turned out that there was such a reason behind it. Haha, ridiculous Beria still worked so hard to stir up trouble, did he not think that when he eliminated all the informed people, how would Comrade Stalin leave him as the only informed person?"

  "What did you say?! Beria is going to take action against Akhromeyev and Sokolov?!" Chu Si Nan was shocked, he suddenly realized that he had underestimated Stalin's ruthlessness. This guy didn't just care about Beria alone, he wanted to eliminate everyone who had come into contact with him.

  Chu Si Nan suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, Zhilnairova, Zhilnairova was also someone who had been with him for a very long time, Stalin would not have let her off. But this old fox actually transferred her to Moscow and even let her marry him, why?! What kind of conspiracy was hidden behind this?!

  "What's wrong with you? What's happened?" Kryuchkov asked, sensing something was amiss in Chuslan.

  "Oh, nothing, nothing, just suddenly thought of something else." Chu Si Nan shook his head and covered it up. He couldn't let Klyuchkov feel the danger approaching now, otherwise this young guy might throw away the confidence he had just established.

  "No, friend, you are deceiving me, I feel that you have something on your mind." Kryuchkov said with a serious face. "Tell me, is there anything wrong?"

  "No, really not, you're overthinking it, Comrade Kryuchkov. Don't forget that we are now comrades in the same trench. I won't hide anything from you." Chusnan shook his head and said reluctantly.

  Kryuchkov stared intently at his eyes, as if trying to get something from there, but it seemed that Chusen had hidden very well, and he got nothing.

  "Alright, I believe you," Kryuchkov said with a pause, "As you've said, we're now comrades in the same trench. You tell me, what should I do from now on and how to do it."

  "My dear friend, you're absolutely right," Chu Si Nan temporarily put aside the worries in his heart and smiled happily. "There are many things you need to do now, but the most important one is to help me protect those old generals who are being held captive. To a large extent, our future is closely tied to their safety..."

  In this temporary residence, Chusovoy South personally instructed the machine, telling his close comrade-in-arms Kryuchkov a complete and detailed plan, one by one, although there were naturally reserved parts. From now on, a grand and complex plan full of crises is about to unfold step by step, whether it succeeds or not, it is necessary for the Soviet Union, which is in the midst of the German attack, to stir up a storm.