The American female agent finally hooked Castro into bed. After lingering for a night, she prepared to poison his milk cup. Castro's behavior caused the other party to cry: I can't kill you, I'm in love with you. [Breeze]
Marita's childhood can be described as filled with drama.
Her father, an officer, ran to the front in time of war, but her mother took a different path and secretly worked for the U.S. intelligence.
Shortly after, the identity of her mother was discovered and sent to the Nazi concentration camp, the young Marita was also held in custody, and she had seen with her own eyes since childhood the iron net, the guns of soldiers and the atmosphere of fear.
After the war, Marita lived with her father, but this experience added a stiffness and sensitivity to her character.
At the age of 19, her father took her on a cruise ship and traveled along the American coast.
That voyage completely changed her life.
A special passenger on the ship, Fidel Castro, the leader of the Cuban Revolution, attracted the attention of the entire ship.
He was thirty years old, tall, with an iconic black big beard, with intense personal charm.
After looking at each other several times, the two began to talk. Marita was attracted by his passion and confidence, and Castro was moved by the blond girl with a European temperament.
The ambiguity between the two, under the influence of the sea wind and music, quickly warmed up.
On an ordinary morning, everything changed.
Marita suddenly fainted after drinking breakfast milk, only to wake up to find herself in a hospital in the United States. Strangers around her claimed to be from American intelligence agencies and coldly told her that Castro didn't want this child at all, and they secretly drugged the fetus to get rid of it.
They claimed that this was to "protect her", but they continued to put psychological pressure on her, saying that "killing Castro is a mission to save the world" and even described her appearance as "God's arrangement."
Faced with the loss of the child and emotional betrayal, Marita's heart defenses are slightly shattered.
Eventually, she chose to believe those rumors, to take the initiative of training by intelligence agencies, to become a “beautiful woman spy” with personal resentment, and to assassinate Castro as an exit for her mission and revenge.
After half a year of professional assassination training, Marita finally embarked on a journey back to Cuba. With Botox capsules hidden in the cream jar, she had already imagined every link in her mind, and every step might make her directly collide with Castro's life. However, what greeted her was not the security guards on guard at all levels, nor any sudden obstacles, but Castro himself, a more subtle psychological contest.
As Marita quietly walked into the bathroom, holding the hidden mortal capsule in her hand, ready to complete the task, Castro's voice came from behind, low and calm, with a touching smile.
He didn’t scream or get angry, just handed the gun to her trembling hand, quietly staring at her, letting her make her own choice.
At this moment, the originally planned assassination operation was completely subverted-this is no longer a simple life-and-death duel, but the ultimate test of love and trust.
The poison in Marita’s hand slipped into tension and fell to the ground, crushing her psychological defenses.
Tears welled up as she poured out all her secrets, fears, and instilled beliefs.
Years later, when Castro recalled the incident, he said: “Love is not possession, but the right to choose.”
Marita's childhood can be described as filled with drama.
Her father, an officer, ran to the front in time of war, but her mother took a different path and secretly worked for the U.S. intelligence.
Shortly after, the identity of her mother was discovered and sent to the Nazi concentration camp, the young Marita was also held in custody, and she had seen with her own eyes since childhood the iron net, the guns of soldiers and the atmosphere of fear.
After the war, Marita lived with her father, but this experience added a stiffness and sensitivity to her character.
At the age of 19, her father took her on a cruise ship and traveled along the American coast.
That voyage completely changed her life.
A special passenger on the ship, Fidel Castro, the leader of the Cuban Revolution, attracted the attention of the entire ship.
He was thirty years old, tall, with an iconic black big beard, with intense personal charm.
After looking at each other several times, the two began to talk. Marita was attracted by his passion and confidence, and Castro was moved by the blond girl with a European temperament.
The ambiguity between the two, under the influence of the sea wind and music, quickly warmed up.
On an ordinary morning, everything changed.
Marita suddenly fainted after drinking breakfast milk, only to wake up to find herself in a hospital in the United States. Strangers around her claimed to be from American intelligence agencies and coldly told her that Castro didn't want this child at all, and they secretly drugged the fetus to get rid of it.
They claimed that this was to "protect her", but they continued to put psychological pressure on her, saying that "killing Castro is a mission to save the world" and even described her appearance as "God's arrangement."
Faced with the loss of the child and emotional betrayal, Marita's heart defenses are slightly shattered.
Eventually, she chose to believe those rumors, to take the initiative of training by intelligence agencies, to become a “beautiful woman spy” with personal resentment, and to assassinate Castro as an exit for her mission and revenge.
After half a year of professional assassination training, Marita finally embarked on a journey back to Cuba. With Botox capsules hidden in the cream jar, she had already imagined every link in her mind, and every step might make her directly collide with Castro's life. However, what greeted her was not the security guards on guard at all levels, nor any sudden obstacles, but Castro himself, a more subtle psychological contest.
As Marita quietly walked into the bathroom, holding the hidden mortal capsule in her hand, ready to complete the task, Castro's voice came from behind, low and calm, with a touching smile.
He didn’t scream or get angry, just handed the gun to her trembling hand, quietly staring at her, letting her make her own choice.
At this moment, the originally planned assassination operation was completely subverted-this is no longer a simple life-and-death duel, but the ultimate test of love and trust.
The poison in Marita’s hand slipped into tension and fell to the ground, crushing her psychological defenses.
Tears welled up as she poured out all her secrets, fears, and instilled beliefs.
Years later, when Castro recalled the incident, he said: “Love is not possession, but the right to choose.”