Chapter 100 The Search (1)

　　"Comrade Khrushchev is the most loyal soldier of our great Soviet Union, and with his actions he has once again proved to Motherland ..."

　　With Comrade Stalin's words of commendation filled with majesty, the crowd in the conference room stood up and sent warm applause towards Khrushchev, who was standing next to Stalin.

　　Slap!

　　Thump thump thump!

　　Snap!

　　Bang bang bang!

　　"???" Feeling the envious glances of his colleagues on the stage, Khrushchev straightened his back and prepared to accept a medal held up by Comrade Stalin himself.

　　But just as this medal was about to be hung on his chest it was awakened by a sudden knock on the door, and all the awards and medals in front of him vanished in an instant, leaving only the immaculate white wall.

　　Clunk!

　　The annoying knock on the door sounded again, Khrushchev smashed the bedpan with some annoyance, shook off his not-yet-sober head, and shouted. "Come in."

　　Pushing the door in was an anxious-looking secretary, usually quite a good judge of character, but today he ignored the disgruntled look on Khrushchev's face and exclaimed. "Comrade Khrushchev, Comrade Khrushchev! The train carrying the gold has not replied to the security code, no matter how much it is called there is no response!!!"

　　As soon as he heard about the gold, Khrushchev's sleepiness that hadn't dissipated instantly disappeared without a trace, and the whole person got up from the bed with a grunt. "What did you say? Say it again!?"

　　The secretary swallowed nervously and repeated. "It's just been 3:30 a.m. The communicator has called several times and there's been no response from the delivery train." Until the previous three o'clock in the morning there had been no discrepancies in the communication between them and the train, but just now at three thirty the call had gone wrong, and ten minutes had passed without seeing the train reply to the security code, which made the secretary ten thousand times more nervous before he hurriedly ran to report to Khrushchev.

　　"Could it be a radio malfunction?" In the end is a person who has experienced a great storm, after a short panic, Khrushchev instead quickly calm down. After all, that batch of gold had already entered the territory of the Soviet Union peacefully, what big thing could have happened?

　　The secretary, however, shook his head. "But the train is equipped with three radios, Comrade Khrushchev. All three malfunctioning at the same time?" The train not only had three brand-new radios, it also had accompanying technicians, and even if all three radios malfunctioned at the same time, the technicians should be able to fix them very quickly, and it was impossible for them to be in such a condition as they were now.

　　After hearing the secretary's words Khrushchev also couldn't help but frown, he also knew that the chance of all three radios failing at the same time was almost zero. Then what could be the problem? After thinking for half a day he walked over to the huge map hanging on the wall and asked. "According to the predetermined plan, where should the gold train be by now?"

　　The secretary came to the map and searched it, then looked at his watch and pointed to a place. "According to the plan at this moment the gold train should be at this place, there are still 20 minutes before it should arrive in Kharkov."

　　Khrushchev scrutinized the terrain, which was not mountainous terrain that would affect radio signals. That seemed to rule out a radio problem. "And where is the last station we passed through?"

　　The secretary's finger traced a small section of the railroad along the map. "The small town of Alexei. But the gold train doesn't stop at that town as planned."

　　"Alexei Town?" Khrushchev immediately ordered. "Call the station in that town and ask if the train has passed through, order the local government in Dakharkov to send people to search along the train line, and have that town send people to search along the railroad as well."

　　"Understood." After the secretary left, Khrushchev didn't have the heart to go back to sleep, anxiously walking back and forth, waiting for the latest news, repeating the words "nothing will happen, nothing will happen" in his head. In his heart, he vaguely began to regret why he had to snatch this task over.

　　An hour ...

　　Two hours ...

　　"Comrade Khrushchev, Comrade Khrushchev!!!" Finally, in anxious waiting the secretary ran in again, only this time his face was even whiter than last time, causing a flash of unease to pass through Khrushchev's mind.

　　"Did you find the gold train?!" Facing Khrushchev's eager inquiry, the secretary stammered and spoke. "H, Comrade Khrushchev, the town of Alexei clearly saw the gold train pass by. But until the people they sent out and the people Kharkov's side sent out converged all ... did not see the train! The gold train just disappeared into thin air!!!" At first he even thought that the person on the other end of the phone had lost his mind and was full of nonsense. But a series of four or five people changed to give him the same answer after he began to suspect that he suffered from a loss of heart, are hallucinations.

　　"What?!!!" Khrushchev was so shocked and angry that he almost screamed. "How could a train that big disappear? Is it hard to believe that the train went up into the sky or into the ground?!" He reached out and grabbed the other man's collar as if he wanted to pick him up, but unfortunately he forgot that he was a short, fat man who was still less than 1.70 meters, while the other man was a big man of 1.90 meters or so.

　　After several attempts he could only unhappily let go of his hand and growled an order. "Immediately notify the nearest garrison and have them send people and airplanes to conduct a carpet search!!! We'll all be out of luck if we can't find that train by 10:00!!!" According to the plan, the gold train would arrive at the Moscow station at exactly 10:00 a.m., and Comrade Stalin would lead all the Politburo members to be there in person to greet the gold.

　　This kind of juncture even if the train is late for a minute is also a great dereliction of duty, now good, do not even have to worry about late or not late problem, the whole gold train has disappeared! Wasn't this a clear slap in his face? Will Comrade Stalin be angry with him? That's a whole 560 tons of gold! Even if his life was worth 100 tons of gold it would be enough to kill him five or six times!

　　And it was on Soviet soil that this bizarre thing happened.

　　Khrushchev couldn't even imagine how Comrade Stalin would react! The gold train has to be found as soon as possible!

　　Unfortunately the secretary brought him another piece of bad news.

　　It was raining heavily in that area, and it was impossible for an airplane to get through the area of thunder and lightning cumulonimbus clouds, and even if a person went over there, visibility of only a few meters wouldn't do much. Something could only be done when the rain stopped.

　　The more Khrushchev thought about it, the more frightened he felt, and hysterically roared. "What difficulties have we Bolsheviks not encountered, a little rain and retreat?! Send more men if visibility is low, even if you have to feel your way with your hands!!!! If they don't find the gold train, they'll be the Soviets' sinners! All of them will be sent to Siberia! You, take command yourself! If you don't find the gold, you don't have to come back!!!" The bastard hadn't brought him any good news all night, and Khrushchev really wanted to shoot him right away!

　　After blowing the secretary away Khrushchev himself became an ant on a hot pan, falling into extreme fear.

　　How can this be good?

　　It was impossible to conceal this matter, but how should he report it to Comrade Stalin in order to mitigate his guilt?

　　Just as Khrushchev was racking his brain to come up with all sorts of excuses, Wilhelm was also a bit apprehensive inside the Berlin Palace in the distance.

　　All that needed to be done could be done, and even the heavens had done him a favor by sending down torrential rains to remove the last traces.

　　If this can be found by the Soviets, then he can only admit bad luck, as a secret training for the special forces.

　　The Soviets wouldn't know it was Germany that was behind it anyway.

　　As for why the M3 submachine gun, which will appear only a few years later, if you use a Thompson submachine gun then the taste of planting evidence is too strong, the Soviets are not fools, it is not possible to rely on a few guns to stupidly suspect that it is the Americans who have moved.

　　Wait a few years later Stalin saw the U.S. Army equipped with M3 sub-machine guns, what would think?

　　He wasn't Stalin, couldn't imagine what his reaction would be, but what was certain was that it was impossible to heckle a couple times and pretend nothing had happened, right?

　　Ordinary people would still be upset at being screwed out of 560 bucks for nothing, not to mention the 560 tons of gold that was all up to their mouths!

　　Wilhelm also does not expect the Soviet Union can use this to declare war on the United States, and then across the ocean landing on the U.S. mainland, oh, in fact, across the Bering Strait is also the U.S. mainland, the least can be with the U.S. to fight the war, the relationship between the stalemate is also a good thing.