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Chapter 2623 Where Have All the Generals Gone? (Third Update, Please Subscribe)

Although the Berlin Wall separated the two worlds, there were still multiple passages between the heavily guarded walls, allowing people and goods to move between the two sides.

Every day, all sorts of people and vehicles cross the Berlin Wall to enter different worlds.

After the task force completed their mission, the wooden crates labeled "commercial samples" were loaded onto a medium-sized truck, and the unsuspecting driver sped off toward East Berlin as usual.

Traffic was sparse on the highway, and checkpoints along the way allowed easy passage with commercial freight documents. The documents were labeled "precision mechanical parts," and were stamped completely without any flaws.

This is just normal foreign trade export.

In the afternoon, the car arrived at the East-West Berlin border checkpoint. The barbed wire was towering and the sentry posts were numerous. Compared to the casualness of the West German border police, the East German border soldiers conducted strict checks on everyone entering and leaving the area.

After the driver stopped the car, he handed over the document as usual. The soldier looked it over, then walked around the vehicle to inspect it, and asked in a deep voice:
What's in the carriage?

"Commercial samples and precision components shipped to East Berlin."

The driver replied.

After the soldiers verified that everything was correct, they immediately let them pass.

However, this is only the first checkpoint. In theory, trucks transporting imported goods like these would only be subject to simple questioning at the second checkpoint.

But today was different from usual. When the border guards were checking the goods, they impounded the vehicle on the grounds that there was a problem with the goods.

Although somewhat puzzled, the driver dared not react, after all, this was East Germany.

Just as the driver was cooperating with the border guards to enter a nearby building to assist in the investigation, several men in plainclothes suddenly emerged from the other side of the checkpoint. Leading them were two East German Stasi officials, followed by several Russians, two of whom were wearing KGB uniforms.

Just as the border guard standing beside the car was about to salute, the Stasi official said:
"Alright, your mission is complete. Now you can leave."

After the border guards left, the leading KGB officer, a man in his forties, glanced at the freight car and then sternly ordered a young man in Soviet military uniform standing nearby:

"Vladimirov, you drive yourself."

Vladimir Vladimirov was not tall, but he was lean and muscular. In his early twenties, his expression was cold and expressionless. Upon hearing the order, he straightened his back and replied in a deep voice, "Yes," before stepping forward with steady and decisive steps. He opened the car door, bent down, and climbed into the driver's seat. He closed the door behind him, his fingertips first reaching for his holster, where he pulled out a Stechkin automatic pistol. He then casually placed the gun flat in front of the steering wheel, so that he could grab it immediately in case of any unexpected events.

After getting in the car, he did not start it immediately. Instead, he quickly checked the brakes and accelerator. After confirming that there were no problems, he started the car, stepped on the gas, and left with the convoy.

As dusk deepened, the convoy left the city and headed northeast towards Carl Shost. Upon arrival at its destination, at the gate entrance, the sentry soldiers, seeing the convoy approach, raised the barrier without conducting any checks.

This is the KGB headquarters in East Germany. Moreover, it is a place full of history. When the Soviet Union captured Berlin during World War II, the Soviet army accepted the German surrender here. From that time on, this place was under Soviet control and became the KGB headquarters in East Germany.

Of course, in theory, this KGB headquarters does not exist; it is a military base, but a KGB military base.

This was a top-secret forbidden area in East Germany, and ordinary people were not even allowed to approach it.

The car drove straight into the depths of the base and finally stopped in a brightly lit warehouse, where the boxes had just been unloaded.

A group of people gathered around; these were technical experts who had just arrived from Moscow, and they began working on the drone.

The first step is to dismantle the satellite positioning system to prevent further tracking.

While the experts were working, Vladimir Vladimirov eventually followed them into the warehouse; he had also been temporarily reassigned.

Unlike before, this time he had a black camera hanging around his neck. He silently walked to the shadows at the edge of the warehouse and stood there like an emotionless stone statue. The hustle and bustle around him seemed irrelevant to him. He was just dutifully fulfilling his duty of recording, occasionally raising the camera, pointing the lens at the drone and the crowd in the center, and pressing the shutter to take a few photos.

The warehouse was bustling with activity, not just with engineers, but also with more than a dozen high-ranking KGB officials. Leading them was the head of the KGB headquarters in East Germany.

These generals came here to witness this success.

Moscow is already aware of the operation and has indicated that it will recommend them to the Kremlin for recognition.

Regardless, this operation will go down in history, after all, they stole an airplane.

Drones are still airplanes.

After the more than 7-meter-long wooden crate was dismantled, the dark gray drone body was immediately revealed, and a suppressed gasp of amazement instantly filled the warehouse.

"Are these their searchers?"

Several high-ranking KGB officers, bearing the rank of general, crowded forward, their eyes practically brimming with excitement. One general, looking at the drone before him, spoke with barely concealed emotion:
"The special operations team has done a great job this time! This Searcher drone is the key to our cracking of the SEA drone!"

"That's right! As long as we disassemble and analyze it, and figure out its control frequency and navigation logic, our electronic jamming equipment can accurately counter it, turning their drone swarms into scrap metal!"

A major general standing nearby spoke with considerable excitement in his voice.

"As long as we can disrupt their control over the drones, then Western countries will be unable to use drones to deal with our armored forces!"

These KGB officers gathered around the drone, talking loudly with smug satisfaction on their faces. They not only sang songs about how this could be used to counter Western drones, but they also came up with plans for future technological development—since they had stolen it, they were bound to copy it.

The atmosphere in the warehouse was so lively it was almost boiling over. While the generals were speaking freely, Vladimir Vladimirov remained in the shadows, watching everything expressionlessly, the camera occasionally panning across the excited crowd.

He remained completely silent throughout, like an invisible man. No one paid attention to the young officer who was silently taking notes; he was just one of the KGB junior officers present.

That's it.

At this moment, several technical experts in white protective suits surrounded the area, holding precision instruments and beginning a comprehensive inspection. Soon, one of the experts spoke in a deep voice:
"Found it, the satellite positioning device is near the fuselage control unit."

"Have you found the self-destruct unit?"

"not found."

"Then let's begin the demolition."

After the general made his decision, two experts carefully pried open the slot and used a special tool to slowly remove a palm-sized locator with dense wiring, then casually placed it on the side of the operating table.

"General, the new GPS tracker has been successfully retrieved. Now we can transport it back to the country."

After the engineer's report, cheers immediately erupted in the warehouse.

"Ula!"

During the simple celebration, the generals all wore excited smiles.

What they didn't know was that the moment the locator was removed, an extremely sophisticated anti-tampering program, hidden within the drone's control unit, had already been quietly activated.

Although the drone is not officially started, it actually has a small lithium battery inside that ensures its safety procedures are always running.

Once the satellite positioning system was dismantled, the security system was immediately activated.

Without any audio or visual warning, the signal was silently transmitted deep into the fuselage fuel tank—where a 5-kilogram high-energy self-destruct bomb was hidden, the last line of defense against technology leakage.

This is something that the outside world has never known.

In just a few seconds, just as a general walked up to the front of the drone, wanting to take a photo with it, a deafening explosion suddenly rang out!

"Boom——!"

The bomb inside the fuel tank detonated with a roar, and the 5 kilograms of explosives unleashed devastating power. The flames of the explosion instantly engulfed the drone's fuselage, and debris rained down in all directions.

The violent shockwave instantly overturned everything around it. Although the warehouse was quite large, it was completely engulfed in the explosion.

The cheers came to an abrupt halt. The generals and officials, who had been so full of vigor just moments before, were engulfed by the violent explosion and flying debris before they could even react.

The technical experts who were inside were torn to pieces in the explosion because they were too close.

Even Vladimir, who was standing at the edge of the warehouse, was not spared. The moment the explosion struck, he was thrown to the ground by the powerful shockwave. The camera on his neck flew backward, and the camera strap even turned into a noose, strangling his neck.

A wave of scorching heat, carrying thick smoke, rushed towards him. He watched helplessly as flames engulfed everything in the center of the warehouse, and heard the deafening crash of collapsing walls. Before he could even react, he was already trapped inside.

The warehouse roof collapsed in the explosion, huge gaps were blasted in the thick walls, and flames stained the Calshorst night sky red, with thick smoke billowing into the air.

The next instant, alarms blared throughout KGB headquarters.

The KGB agents who were working outside rushed out fully armed, and they were all asking the same question.

"What's wrong? What happened?"

When people ran toward the warehouse where the explosion had occurred, all they saw was a charred ruin. In the raging fire, the generals, the engineers, and the drone had all turned to ashes.

What happened in the end?

At this moment, everyone was stunned. They stood there in astonishment, looking at the warehouse that had been reduced to ruins, and some people began to ask questions.

Where are the generals?
Now, there are no high-ranking officials present. It seems that all the high-ranking officials have disappeared. Where did they go?

At this moment, the general's secretary also ran over, shouting as he ran:

"What's going on? How could there be an explosion here? Have the Americans attacked?"

"Ivan, Ivan, where is the general?"

In response to the shouts of the others, Ivan pointed to the warehouse and shouted loudly:

"They, they're all there... My God, hurry, hurry and save them..."

(End of this chapter)