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

The next afternoon, Taras was furious in his office, and an angry roar shook the floor.

The instructors who were in a hurry, as well as the students who were training hard, raised their heads one after another, and there was a hint of shock in their eyes.

Yelling and yelling is an extremely rare gaffe for the moody Taras.

"Anger is a cover for the incompetent's mediocrity!"

This is a phrase that is often on the lips of spy chiefs.

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

Emotionality is the fatal flaw of agents and spies.

Once you are caught up in anger and fear, it can affect the decision-making and execution of your actions.

The students of the Red House are required to undergo relevant training before they graduate.

For example, Taras would have everyone have a dog.

Cultivate intimate affection, treat it as a partner, and then execute it.

And that's just pediatrics.

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

Throw those agent trainees into the snow, leaving only one or two copies of survival supplies, and create a bloody battlefield where they fight each other.

In the end, the person who can successfully get out of the empty snowfield will become a qualified graduate.

Agents, spies, are essentially domesticating humans into cold tools.

Therefore, Taras will instill in them the extreme idea that they will do whatever it takes to get the job done.

"What happened?"

"I don't know."

"I heard that Mr. Taras sent the 'Black Widow' Lady Claire Wayan, and the best 'Cardinal' Egorova ......"

"Mission failed?"

"Probably."

"Who can get the Red House to send them?"

“……”

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

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

The instructors and students downstairs were secretly speculating, and the atmosphere in the office upstairs was solemn.

"You are the best students I have ever taught, and no matter what kind of task you face, you have never missed a beat."

Taras furrowed his brows, suppressed the anger in his heart, and said coldly: "Infiltrate the Kremlin and maneuver between those oligarchs and military dignitaries...... Each time, you'll be able to bring back the information I need. ”

He seemed to lose his breath, calmed his heaving chest, and slowly sat back in his chair.

Across the desk, Claire and Egorova stood.

These two charming beauties, with their hands behind their backs, maintain a straight and sassy military posture.

"I never expected that the most outstanding foxhound who came out of the red house would be ...... The clerk was fooled. ”

The corners of Taras' mouth twitched, straining against the urge to curse.

The outside world's evaluation of him basically carries words such as "scavenging vulture", "cunning fox", "cold-blooded butcher".

This middle-aged man, who single-handedly created the KGB and then built the Red House, has maintained a cold image of not smiling all year round.

There are really not many things that are enough to make him angry and emotionally out of control.

But today, Taras couldn't hold back his anger.

"It was an accident."

Egorova, who had the support of the CIA bigwig's uncle, was more daring and took the lead in speaking.

Her lowered head lifted slightly, and she 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 could get information about Superman." ”

"He's the clerk, he's in charge of recording the conversations of the meetings, and he's by Superman's side almost twenty-four hours a day."

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

Yegorova's thinking was clear, and Claire, the "Black Widow" next to her, nodded in agreement.

That's exactly what they think, but there's a little bit of a mistake in execution.

"Sounds like a good idea."

Taras bowed slightly, as if in understanding.

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

Immediately, the spy leader glared at Egorova and asked, "But why did you roll into bed with that damned clerk?" ”

"And, the two together?"

"The Red House has cultivated top agents, not those street girls who scratch their heads!"

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

Taras slapped the table hard.

He had no way of controlling his emotions.

Two good students who trained themselves actually gave a bastard a scourge!

If the other party is Superman, or some big person.

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

At the very least, it's a no-lose deal!

But!

That's just a clerk!

No real power, no value...... Nothing!

If it weren't for the fear of startling the snake and attracting the attention of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Taras was eager to break his hands and feet and throw the curly-haired man who had plagued his students, throw him into an iron bucket, pour cement on him, and sink him into the Moscow River.

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

"Forget one, you two...... Rolled together? ”

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

This is like two cabbages that I worked so hard to grow, but I was spoiled by someone for some reason, and it was the kind of prostitute for nothing!

No one can bear it!

"That bastard kept acting like he was about to get drunk......"

Claire felt aggrieved.

She remembered that in the hotel room, that bastard was already drunk and hazy, and his speech was slurred, and he was completely the kind of rookie who didn't drink much.

As a result, when the bottle was finished, it was still the same.

The two bottles bottomed out, and they still haven't changed.

I poured three or four bottles......

By the time the liquor cabinet was completely emptied, the room was filled with a strong smell of alcohol, and Claire and Egorova themselves were already drunk.

The female agent of the Red House, who has been trained in alcohol immunity, loses to a clerk who looks like a rookie.

"The point is that he also throws out some important information from time to time, what Superman's schedule, Superman's preferences for food...... We had to keep drinking in order to get more information. ”

Egorova, codenamed "Cardinal", gritted her teeth and said hatefully.

Her waist, which was extremely flexible, was still a little sore.

Thinking of himself in bed, sometimes he is posed as S, sometimes as B, and various poses are unlocked one after another.

The female agent couldn't help but feel a little ashamed, and an unnatural look appeared on her cheeks.

"That's right! That bastard named Clark Kent isn't a rookie at all! ”

Claire has the same hatred, and the slender legs that can dance "Swan Lake" and "The Nutcracker" are slightly soft.

The truth is, last night's battle was too intense.

The bastard opened his bow left and right, harnessed two unrestrained horses, and even showed a calm attitude with ease.

Alcohol is the devil that provokes desire, and there is nothing wrong with this saying.

In the past, Claire could not have been so indulgent.

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

Taras shook his head, disappointed.

"Perhaps, we can continue to develop that clerk."

Yegorova made a suggestion.

"Heh, it's not enough to lose face once?"

Taras immediately vetoed, never investing time and energy in a worthless target.

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

If it spreads, will he not be ridiculed?

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

Taras said angrily.

He waved his hand and motioned for Claire and Egorova to go out.

Then, pick up the phone on the table.

"Call Natasha in."

A few minutes later, a slender girl with a ponytail walked in.

Compared with the two senior sisters in the same school, she looks much younger, like a flower bone that has not yet bloomed.

"You graduated early, Natasha."

Taras said solemnly.

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

Not long after I was recruited into the Red House, why did I graduate?

The legendary extremely harsh and cruel graduation exams have not yet seen a shadow.

"I need you to get close to someone."

The girl took a file and opened it.

The young face that catches your eye is none other than Superman.

"He will arrive in Moscow in three days."

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

At the very least, the latter won't be coaxed into bed by a man with a few bottles of vodka.

"I'll try...... Complete the task. ”

Natasha said timidly.

She is also a chick with no experience in predation.

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

Taras reassured.

Sometimes untrained people are more effective than professionals.

Having instructed the maiden to take precautions, Taras let the girl leave.

Despite the discordant episodes, the plan went on as usual.

As for the curly-haired male clerk named Clark, wait until the dust settles before you do it.

"I'm going to sink him into the Moskva!"

Taras thought.

……

……

"That's how you dealt with agents of the Red House?"

Captain America, who had infiltrated Moscow, asked with some hesitation, looking at the messy sheets, carpets, and wine bottles scattered on the table.

Luke, who fought all night, did not answer, and it was not a glorious thing for the dignified S.H.I.E.L.D. chief to roll the sheets with the female Soviet agent.

"I paid a price to find out about Bucky's whereabouts from them."

Luke digressed the subject, and under the influence of his "Poison Ivy Woman's pheromone perfume", even the top agents of the Red House had to take their guard off.

"Oh, where's Bucky?"

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

"You'll see each other soon."

Luke had a strange expression.

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