Superman

"This is the most humiliating action in the history of the Red House!"

In the afternoon of the next day, Taras was furious in the office, and his angry roar shook the entire floor.

The instructors who were in a hurry, as well as the students who had been training hard, raised their heads, with a hint of shock in their eyes.

Yelling, this is an extremely rare gaffe for Taras, who is indifferent to his emotions and anger.

"Anger is the disguise of mediocrity by the incompetent!"

This is a saying that spy chiefs often talk about.

The first lesson of the Red House is to control the expression and heart.

Emotional is the fatal flaw of agents and spies.

Once caught in anger and fear, it will affect the decision-making and execution of actions.

The students of the Red House must receive relevant training before graduation.

For example, Taras will let everyone keep a dog.

Cultivate intimate feelings, treat them as partners, and then execute them.

This is just pediatrics.

More cruel and dehumanizing is the "graduation ceremony" of the Red House.

Throw those special agent students into the snow, leaving only one or two pieces of survival supplies, creating a bloody battlefield where they fight each other.

The person who can finally get out of the open snow field can become a qualified graduate.

Agents and spies are essentially tools for domesticating humans into coldness.

Therefore, Taras will instill in them the extreme concept of doing whatever it takes to accomplish the task.

"what happened?"

"do not know."

"I heard that Mr. Taras sent the'Black Widow' Ms. Claire Wayan and the best'Cardinal' Yegorova..."

"The mission failed?"

"probably."

"Who can let the Red House dispatch them?"

"..."

The whispered discussion is like an undercurrent flowing slowly under a calm sea, forming a wave.

Even if the Red House is an intelligence agency, it is always in a cold, tense and high-pressure state, but there is still curiosity to spread gossip.

The instructors and students downstairs are speculating secretly, and the atmosphere in the office upstairs is solemn.

"You are the best students I have taught. No matter what tasks you face, you have never failed."

Taras tightened his eyebrows, pressed his inner anger, and said coldly: "Dive into the Kremlin and deal with those oligarchs and military leaders...Every time, you can bring back the information I need."

He seemed to be out of breath, calmed his undulating chest, and slowly sat back on the chair.

Across the desk, Claire and Yegorova stood.

These two charming and charming beauties, with their hands behind their backs, maintained their straight and sassy military postures.

"I never expected that the best Foxhound who walked out of the red house was fooled by a... clerk."

Talas' mouth twitched, trying his best to endure the urge to curse.

The evaluation of him by the outside world basically contained words like "scorching vulture," "sly fox," and "cold-blooded butcher."

This middle-aged man who created the KGB with one hand and then built the red house has maintained an unsmiling and cold image all year round.

There are really not many things that are enough to make him angry and lose control of his emotions.

But today, Talas couldn't bear this anger.

"This is an accident."

Yegorova, who was backed by the uncle of the foreign intelligence bureau, was more courageous and said first.

Her drooping head lifted up a little and gave this explanation: "Claire and I were going to get that bastard drunk, and then throw it to the KGB for interrogation to see if we can get information about Superman."

"He is the clerk and is responsible for recording the conversations of the meeting. He has been with Superman for almost twenty-four hours."

"If it can be turned into the eyeliner of the red house, it will be of great benefit to the subsequent implementation of the plan."

Yegorova's thoughts are clear, and the "Black Widow" Claire next to her also nodded in agreement.

They did think so, but there was something wrong with the implementation.

"It sounds like a good idea."

Taras nodded slightly, seeming to express understanding.

It's just that the gentle complexion only lasted for a moment, before it collapsed.

Immediately, the spy chief glared at Yegorova and asked: "But why did you roll onto the bed with that damned clerk?"

"Also, two together?"

"The Red House trains top agents, not the street girls who are scratching their heads!"

"Beauty and body are tools, but not cheap meal coupons that can be thrown out casually!"

Taras patted the table hard.

He can't control his emotions at all.

The two good students who were trained by themselves were actually harmed by a bastard!

If the opponent is a superman, or some big man.

The Red House can also exchange benefits through this special relationship, or get the information it wants.

This is at least a good deal!

but!

That's just a clerk!

No real power, no value...nothing!

If it weren't for worrying about getting rid of the grass and frightening snakes, it would attract the attention of SHIELD.

Taras wanted to interrupt the curly-haired man who had harmed his students, throw it into an iron bucket, pour cement, and sink into the Moskva River.

Compared with the ruthless KGB people, the Red House's methods of dealing with the enemy will only be more cruel and more direct.

"Forget one, you two... actually got together?"

Taras was furious, unable to contain the anger in his heart.

This is like two Chinese cabbages that I have grown so hard, somehow ruined by others, and they are still the kind of prostitutes!

No one can stand it!

"That bastard kept showing that he was going to be drunk..."

Claire felt wronged.

She remembered that in the hotel room, the bastard had two cups, was already drunk and slurred, she was just the kind of rookie with little alcohol.

As a result, after a bottle is dried, it still looks like that.

The two bottles bottomed out and remained the same.

Three or four bottles filled...

When the stock in the wine cabinet was completely emptied, the room was filled with a strong breath of alcohol, and Claire and Yegorova were already drunk.

The female agent of the Red House who had received alcohol immunization training was abruptly lost to a clerical officer who looked like a rookie.

"The key is that he still throws out some important information from time to time, what is Superman's schedule, Superman's food preferences... In order to get more information, we can only continue to drink."

Yegorova, codenamed "Cardinals", gritted her teeth and said bitterly.

Her extremely flexible waist is still a little sore.

When I think of myself in bed, I am sometimes posed as S and sometimes as M, unlocking in various positions.

The female agent couldn't help feeling a little ashamed, her cheeks showing an unnatural look.

"Yes! That bastard named Clark Kent is not a rookie at all!"

Claire is the same enemy, but those slender legs that can jump "Swan Lake" and "The Nutcracker" are slightly soft.

The truth is that the battle last night was too intense.

The bastard opened his bow from left to right and drove two unrestrained horses, yet he showed a relaxed and easy attitude.

Alcohol is the devil that provokes desire, and this sentence is right.

In the past, Claire could not be so indulgent.

"So, you rolled the sheets with that clerk and got nothing."

Taras shook his head, disappointed.

"Maybe, we can do everything we can and continue to develop that clerk."

Yegorova made suggestions.

"Heh, is it not enough to lose face once?"

Taras vetoed it immediately. He never invested time and energy in worthless goals.

Besides, the best students in the Red House are not so cheap.

If it was spread out, wouldn't I be laughed at by others.

"I am the head of the spy agency, not a pimp."

Talas said irritably.

He waved his hand and motioned Claire and Yegorova to go out.

Then, pick up the phone on the desk.

"Call in Natasha."

Within a few minutes, a slender girl with a ponytail came in.

Compared to the two fellow elder sisters, she looked much younger, like a flower bone that hadn't bloomed yet.

"You graduated early, Natasha."

Taras said solemnly.

The latter was slightly startled, with suspicion in his eyes.

How come I graduated not long after I was recruited into the Red House?

The extremely harsh and cruel graduation exams in the legend have yet to be seen.

"I need you to approach someone."

The girl took a file and opened it.

The young face came into view, it was Superman.

"He will arrive in Moscow in three days."

Taras thought to himself that the two senior sisters who graduated early were too unreliable, and newcomers like Natasha might be more useful.

At least, the latter would not be coaxed into bed by a man with a few bottles of vodka.

"I will work hard... to complete the task."

Natasha said timidly.

She is still a young bird with no predation experience.

"You don't need to be experienced, just be natural."

Taras soothed.

Sometimes untrained ones are more effective than professionals.

After ordering precautions, Taras asked the girl to leave.

Despite the discordant episode, the plan continued as usual.

As for the curly-haired male clerk named Clark, wait until all the dust settles, and then do something.

"I must sink him into the Moskva River!"

Talas thought so.

...

...

"This is how you deal with the Red House agent?"

The Captain America who sneaked into Moscow asked hesitantly, looking at the messy sheets, the carpets and the wine bottles scattered on the table.

Luke, who fought hard all night, did not answer, and it was not a glorious thing for the dignified Director of Aegis and the Soviet female agents to roll the sheets.

"I paid a certain price and inquired about Bucky's whereabouts from their mouths."

Luke turned the topic off, and under the influence of his "Poison Ivy Woman's Pheromone Perfume", even the top agents of the Red House had to take off guard.

"Oh, where is Bucky?"

Sure enough, as long as he mentioned a good friend, Captain America's attention was immediately diverted, and he no longer thought about what happened between Luke and the female agent.

"You will meet soon."

Luke had a strange expression.

To be honest, he was a little surprised by the situation of the Winter Soldier.