Miss President wants to talk to you

He immediately realized that this document was anything but simple.

Therefore, the secretary on duty became serious and accepted the document with both hands:

"We will hand it over immediately."

"Hard."

Half an hour later.

Red Alliance Embassy in Sokovia.

A secretary opened the file bag.

Hearing that it was a document from the Norton Federation, he initially thought it was some old debt dispute or something.

As soon as his gaze swept over the first line, he stopped moving completely.

The secretary subconsciously rubbed her eyes.

I made sure I wasn't seeing things.

He jumped up and ran toward the office of the Red Alliance ambassador to Somalia.

"gentlemen!"

Ambassador Sergei was having breakfast and drinking a refreshing beverage.

He frowned and looked up when he heard the sound.

"What's wrong? Why are you in such a panic?"

The secretary walked in quickly and handed over the documents.

"This was sent by the Norton Federation."

"Another claim? Hmph, I don't have the money to pay them!"

"No."

The secretary swallowed hard. "It's a letter of judicial assistance."

Sergei's expression froze on his face.

He quickly put down the vodka and took the documents.

After reading only a few lines, his expression gradually became serious.

The letter contains the following:

The Norton Department of Justice recently arrested a Rossian suspect in connection with crimes including passport forgery, illicit arms trafficking, and cross-border money laundering.

[You may need to confirm some of the weapon serial numbers, identification documents, and routes involved in the case.]

If you are willing to provide supplementary materials, they can be forwarded to the Norton Department of Justice through Sokovia for reference during the case proceedings.

Sergei stared at the words "your side" for a long time.

"finally……"

He trembled all over, "This day has finally come!"

Sergei almost burst into tears.

He no longer cared about drinking vodka and grabbed the red dedicated phone on his desk.

This is a high-frequency communication line with multiple layers of encryption, directly connected to the People's Commissariat for Foreign Affairs.

This matter is too important to risk any leaks.

After a busy signal, the call was connected.

An extremely calm voice came from the other end.

"Password."

"The Song of the Petrel".

Sergei gave the password for today's route.

After confirming everything was correct, the other side moved on to the next stage.

"This is the People's Commissariat for Foreign Affairs, Confidential Communications Section."

"Comrade, please provide your organization code."

The Red Alliance has a strict system of encrypted communications.

In encrypted communications during diplomatic activities, the ambassador's personal name is never used.

Instead, a neutral code is used to represent the organization code of the communication node.

By the way.

This mechanism did indeed exist in Eleanor's previous life's world.

Towards the end of World War II, this even extended to the entire Allied forces.

The highest leader of every country has a unique code name.

The three leaders were called "Boatmen" by Roosevelt, "Boers" by Churchill, and "Grey Wolves" by Stalin.

Back to the present.

"I am a beech."

Sergei recited his code, his voice trembling slightly.

"Urgent notification, priority level: Alpha."

"Please forward this to Comrade People's Commissar immediately, if possible..."

"Please send directly to [Mother]!"

【Mother】.

That's the highest-level code name in the entire communication sequence.

The other person was clearly silent for a moment, and he realized that Beech was not joking.

Alpha-class.

This is the highest level that has almost never been used in peacetime.

After a long silence, the person on the other end spoke:

"Please give a brief summary, Comrade Beech."

"I'm recording it simultaneously here."

Sergei took a deep breath, knowing how important his next words were.

It will likely be recorded in textbooks of future generations.

"Today, the Norton Federal Ambassador to Sokovia, through the Sokovian Ministry of Foreign Affairs, formally delivered a letter of judicial assistance to us."

The document header refers to us as...your side!

“Repeat it.”

"They refer to us as 'Your Excellency'."

There was silence on the other end of the line, except for the scratching sound of a pencil taking notes.

"Recorded, Comrade Beech."

The voice on the other end remained calm: "Please immediately send the entire encrypted file back. I will report to the People's Commissariat simultaneously. Please do not hang up and wait for the next connection."

"I see!"

Sergei was filled with trepidation.

He couldn't even imagine who would be the next person to connect.

Sergei had no idea how long he had been waiting.

Finally, the line was connected.

A deep, magnetic female voice rang out:

"Comrade Beech."

Sergei tensed up completely. Yes, it was her!

"Mother, Comrade!"

He said tremblingly, "I wish you good health! May you always be healthy!"

This is a very common greeting in Rossiya, but Sergei pronounced it haltingly.

But the mother clearly didn't care about this small matter.

“Repeat that letter of judicial assistance.”

The mother said, "Don't summarize, just read it verbatim."

Sergei immediately looked down at the letter of judicial assistance on the table.

He grabbed the letter of assistance and read it aloud with trepidation:

"To the Red Committee Republic Union..."

The other person listened quietly.

He waited until Sergei finished reading before speaking.

Sergei dared not speak and could only wait.

Finally, the other party spoke.

"Comrade Beech, isn't it breakfast time now? Do you have any vodka?"

Sergei was stunned.

He looked down at the unfinished glass of wine on the table.