I Am In Marvel

"Who are you guys..."

Under the aim of the large-caliber pistol suspended in the air, Taras raised his eyebrows and raised his hands, finally realizing that the kick was on the iron plate this time.

He looked at Natasha on Logan’s shoulders unwillingly, and calmly said: “No matter what, you can’t take our people away. This is the area that the Soviet military focuses on. Once something happens, The nearest Soviet military base nearby will send troops over."

"Soviet army?" The hooded youth smiled faintly, and did not stop at all because of it.

"How do I feel that I have seen you somewhere?" Taras stared at him, his brows were deeply locked, and there was an ominous premonition in his heart.

"Talas."

Standing on Logan’s shoulders, Natasha, who knew she was safe, blinked and said with a mocking tone, “Fortunately, you are still a high-level person in the Red House, familiar with information from countries around the world, but now even the man in front of you recognizes Won't come out."

Taras frowned and looked at the hooded young man headed by the three. He tried to identify it from head to toe. It just so happened that the young man was looking straight ahead, half of his face covered by the hood was handsome and cold, and his blue eyes were confident and bright With an indescribable sense of majesty and oppression.

"Wait, you are..." He recognized it and took a cold breath, trembled all over, horrified beyond words.

God!Why did that demon god come here?!

"Mr. Kyle, why did you come to our Soviet side? Prime Minister Stalin wanted to see you a long time ago, and the U.S. Department of Foreign Affairs did not notify you." Taras grinned bitterly, cursing that he should have thought of it. Only the man in front of Natasha turned her back and ignored the threat of the military in the Soviet Union.

The American Emperor Kyle, a symbol of peace, a legend who ended World War II, is preached as a god-like superhero in America!

"You should know that I retired from the U.S. military? It only represents a personal standpoint." Kyle said, pulling down his hood, revealing his shining blonde hair.

With a devilish smile on his face, he said: "During the war, your red house owed me something, and the interest is not too much. If you don't mind, I can go to the base near your place and sit down and talk slowly."

"I understand." Taras was sweating coldly and nodded heavily.

The moment he knew Kyle's identity, he knew that this matter was not something he could handle alone.

Deep in the mysterious area of ​​the wasteland, the Soviet Red House base.

"Chief Taras is back!"

The armed soldiers guarding the gate of the base were awe-inspiring and were about to open the door to greet them, but soon they were stunned with uncertainty.

I saw Taras, who was usually high-profile and arrogant, bowed his body, followed a young man in a low posture, and led him to the entrance of the base, followed by the girl with the sword and the uncle carrying Natasha behind him.

"What are you still waiting for?" Taras gave the guard anxiously, his sleeves wiped off the cold sweat from his forehead, and hurriedly said: "Hurry up and open the door! And send someone to inform the senior staff, saying that there is a "guest" coming! There are important things to be discussed in a meeting!!"

"Yes!" the guard responded quickly.

This is the first time the Red House has hosted uninvited guests. The most important thing is that the other party's background is too great. A bad event is a disaster that can endanger national security.

Now that World War II has just ended, the heroes of peace have come to the door, making everyone panicked, let alone the Red Room organization that knows it is wrong.

Kyle and others sat down in the reception hall of the main building of the Red House, and the next training agent was called by the collective as servants to entertain them.

Taras asked for ten minutes of discussion time, and the other two senior members of the Red House entered the meeting room anxiously, and closed the door to proceed with how to deal with the emergency.

"The Red House has not been noticed by outsiders for so many years,

"It's not important anymore." Taras clasped his head tightly and said irritably: "The important thing is that our sloppy mission had offended Kyle before. Now he brings someone to the door to ask for an explanation and the so-called debt."

"He said that he has retired now, and only represents his personal position, and has not risen to conflicts between countries."

"Is he alone, isn't it enough?" Another Red Room executive was helpless, thinking and said: "If you can compromise to pay a price and settle this matter peacefully, ask him to leave the Soviet Union, that would be the best this time. the result of."

A reasonable solution is naturally better. After all, no one wants to really work with that man.

"The problem is. Kyle is now very determined to take Natasha away, and Natasha herself also betrayed the organization's promise. There is also..." Under the surprised gaze of the other two, Taras sighed and said: " He said he wants us to hand over the reagent equation of the super agent."

"It's impossible!" Norris and the executives of the Red Room changed their faces and refused in unison.

Norris sullenly said in a cold voice: "The super agent reagent equation is the foundation for our Red House to be able to make top agents, and it will never be handed over!"

"Of course I know this, but Kyle also said that if we don't bring out enough sincere items, he will destroy this place in ten minutes... no, in less than five minutes." Tara Si raised his head and glanced at the clock, and said bitterly after finishing the message.

The Red Room executive opened his mouth wide, and said falteringly: "Here is the negotiation? It is a threat!"

"It's crazy." Norris vented his punch on the round table, and a dull sound rang through the meeting room.

Taras moved his mouth, but he didn't say a word.

That is, "the other party does have the capital and strength that threatens them." Needless to say, the three people present who can sit in the high-level positions of the Red House know it well.

After another discussion, when Kyle left them only one minute, the three senior members of the Red House finally reached a compromise consensus:

First of all, Black Widow Natasha can give up!no problem!

Secondly, the super agent reagent equation must not make concessions. Otherwise, I would rather fight with the opponent to kill the net-even if the Red Room base is compromised and sacrificed, the U.S. will not be able to create super agents.

But in order to ensure that Kyle could best accept their compromise terms and return peacefully, the three of them added another thing to replace the super agent's potion equation.

In the main building reception hall.

Kyle sat calmly on the seat by the window. The Red House buildings are all retro bungalows, and the floor-to-ceiling curtains are all blood-red backgrounds. Under the sunlight outside, the interior is full of red light.

Logan and Yutong both had the same worry-free faces, as if they were in their own manor.

Any one of the three of them can destroy the Red House base.When the three of them come together, they will basically ensure that the other party has no chance of a comeback.

This is what Kyle calls a quick fight, go out that day, and finish that day.