Chapter Five A Special Agent Head

  On August 26, Chu Si-nan sat quietly in his small cell as he had for over a month and a half, intently listening to the former marshals in the same prison arguing about strategic and tactical issues.

  "Bang!"

  The sound of the iron gate opening came, followed by a burst of chaotic footsteps. The crowd that was still arguing suddenly fell silent, and all eyes were fixed on the person who had entered, their faces filled with shock, fear, and confusion.

  At this time, the people who came in from outside were not the usual soldiers on duty here, but a team of heavily armed and burly men. As old-timers in this prison, all the old inmates present knew that this was the troop that would only be deployed when Belia executed prisoners, so what did they come for today? Who did they want to execute? Everyone's heart had a big knot.

  These executioners with live ammunition did not stop in front of any iron gate, but walked directly to the end and stopped at the door of Chu Si Nan's cell.

  "Come out!" A executioner stepped forward and opened the prison door with a tone devoid of any emotion.

  Chu Si Nan got up from the bed without a word and walked out of the door with a smile.

  "Where are you taking him?" asked Blyukher in a low voice from across the way.

  Several executioners turned their heads and looked at him, but didn't say a word, obviously not wanting to pay attention to him.

  "Tell Belyaev to calm down," Tuchehavsky's voice came out, "this young man can't interfere with him in any way, let him spare people and be spared."

  "Comrade Tuchachevsky," one of the executioners, seemingly the leader, said in a gentle tone, "these things are not for us to decide. We must follow orders from above. But don't worry, this time it's Comrade Beria who wants to see him, and there's no other meaning to it."

  It is clear that although Tukhachevsky has been in prison for several years, his former prestige has not yet been completely eroded. These executioners may have dared to despise Blyukher, but they did not dare ignore Tukhachevsky.

  "Don't worry, esteemed generals. I'm a lucky person and nothing will happen to me." Chu Si Nan himself was quite carefree, he waved his hand nonchalantly and chuckled as he said, "I'll be back soon, continue listening to the generals' explanations on battle strategies and tactics."

  Having said that, Chu Si Nan took a big step forward, striding towards the sealed iron gate like a meteor, completely disregarding the strange expressions of the executioners behind him and the admiring gazes of many old generals.

  It was still that long and narrow corridor, Chu Si Nan was escorted by several executioners to a spacious conference room. On the wall facing the door of the conference room hung giant color portraits of Lenin and Stalin, and under those portraits stood a short figure with his hands behind his back.

  "Come in and sit down," said the man with his back to the door, who seemed to be waiting specifically for Chu Si Nan.

  Chu Si Nan didn't mince words, walking straight to a sofa and sitting down. He had probably already guessed who this person was, as someone who could be so arrogant in the headquarters of the secret police, aside from the notorious Bellia, seemed unlikely to be anyone else.

  "Comrade Chusinan, you've been staying here for a long time, haven't you?" Beliya finally turned around and sat down on the other side of the long table facing Chusinan, raising his hand to tidy up his hair as he spoke casually.

  "It's not long, just over a month." Chu Si Nan County was about to become a dead pig who wasn't afraid of boiling water. He lifted his second leg and said leisurely, "What, Comrade Bellia is dissatisfied with my waste of food? Do you want to release me or do you have other arrangements?"

  "Heh heh, Comrade Chusinan, you've misunderstood," said Belya, seemingly unfazed by his hostile attitude. The old sly fox shook his head and chuckled, "As for your question, I wasn't entirely clear about it until two days ago when I received news that you were being held here. Originally, according to my plans, I was going to release you at the earliest opportunity. After all, you are a friend of our Soviet Union, a hero who made contributions to our previous battles. However, you also know..."

  Ba Li Ya stopped here, he glanced at the executioner standing at the door and made a gesture with his eyes. The latter understood and walked out of the door, closing it behind him.

  "You should also know that the matter inside is actually very complicated," Belia continued after the door was closed, "You are suspected by Comrade Khoroshev, and even I cannot say you are innocent without evidence and release you in a big way. That would cause controversy among comrades. So, over the past few days, I have been sending people to gather evidence to prove your innocence. Ah, just last night, I sent two people to the Western Front to ask General Yershakov about specific situations. If I can find strong evidence for you, you can rest assured that the Soviet Supreme Command will give you a good explanation."

  "Thanks to Comrade Belarus then," Chu Si Nan said with an unchanged expression and a cold tone, "but isn't today the 26th?"

  Ba Li Ya didn't know why he changed the subject, so he could only nod his head in puzzlement.

  "I hope the comrades you sent can complete your task," Chu Si Nan said with a slight smile, "At least I hope they can come back safely. Even if they can't find evidence to clear my name, they can at least bring you news of General Yershakov's death."

  "What did you say?! Yershakov's unit has been wiped out?!" Belia was taken aback for a moment, then burst out laughing, "Comrade Chusnan, you really are too..."

  "Knock knock!"

  Two dull knocks on the door interrupted Belya's unfinished words.

  "Come in!" Bellia frowned and growled in a very unpleasant tone.

  "Comrade Belya, there is an urgent message from the Western Front. Do you want to hear it?" A blonde-haired woman in military uniform pushed open the door and said, not waiting for Belya's reaction, clearly very familiar with her superior's temperament.

  "Hmm, bring it here and let me see." Belya said, waving her hand.

  The woman didn't say anything, twisted her body and walked over, putting a file folder that was originally held in her arms on the table in front of Bellier.

  "You go out, don't let anyone in without my permission." Bellier took the file and opened it in front of him, saying a sentence to the woman before even looking at it.

  "Alright, Comrade Bai Liya." The woman responded with a single word and then walked towards the door.

  "What?! Yershakov's detachment has been defeated! Did Velikie Luki fall?!" The woman had not taken a few steps when a loud crash was heard behind her, followed by Belia's cry of surprise.

  Chu Si Nan sat quietly there, watching Belyaev overturn the table in surprise. Yershakov was dead, commander of the 22nd Group of the Western Front, Major General of the Soviet Army, finally died under the crazy bombing of the German army in Velikiye Luki, such a result, Chu Si Nan had known long ago, and there were detailed records of this history in military history.

  At this time, Chu Si Nan knew even more that the time of his release from prison was getting closer and closer. When he walked out of here in an instant, what awaited him would be a brand new life, a brand new goal.