Superman of the Marvel Universe

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

The next afternoon, Taras lost his temper in the office, his angry roar shaking the entire floor.

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

Yelling and yelling was an extremely rare act of gaffe for Taras, who was indifferent to mood and anger.

"Anger is an incompetent person's cover for his own mediocrity!"

This is a phrase often spoken by spy chiefs.

The first lesson in the Red Room is to control your expression and heart.

Emotionality is the fatal flaw of agents and spies.

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

Students in the Red House must receive relevant training before graduating.

For example, Taras would let everyone get a dog.

Cultivate a close relationship, treat it as a partner, and then kill it.

This is just pediatrics.

What is even more cruel and dehumanizing is the "graduation ceremony" in the red house.

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

The person who can successfully walk out of the empty snowfield in the end will become a qualified graduate.

Agents and spies are essentially tools that tame humans into cold bodies.

Therefore, Taras will instill in them the extreme concept of completing the task at any cost.

"what happened?"

"do not know."

"I heard that Mr. Taras sent out the 'Black Widow' Ms. Claire Vaillant, and the best 'Cardinal' Egorova..."

"Mission failed?"

"probably."

"Who can make the Red House dispatch them?"

"..."

The whispers were like undercurrents flowing slowly under the calm sea, forming waves.

Even though the Red Room is an intelligence agency and is always in a cold, tense and high-pressure state, it still has the 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. No matter what kind of task you face, you have never failed."

Taras frowned, suppressed the anger in his heart, and said coldly: "Sneak into the Kremlin, deal with those oligarchs and military officials...Every time, you can bring back the information I need."

He seemed to have lost his temper, calmed his heaving chest, and slowly sat back on the chair.

Across the desk, stood Claire and Egorova.

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

"I never imagined that the most outstanding foxhound to ever walk out of the red house would be fooled by a... clerk."

The corners of Taras' mouth twitched, trying his best to resist the urge to curse.

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

This middle-aged man who single-handedly created the KGB and then built the Red House has maintained a grim and unsmiling image all year round.

There are really not many things that can make him furious and lose control of his emotions.

But today, Taras really couldn't bear this anger.

"It was an accident."

Egorova, who had the support of her uncle, the boss of the Foreign Intelligence Service, was more courageous and spoke first.

She raised her lowered head slightly and gave this explanation: "Claire and I originally planned to get that bastard drunk and then throw him to the KGB for interrogation to see if we could get any information about Superman."

"He is the secretary and is responsible for recording the conversations at the meeting. He is with Superman almost 24 hours a day."

"If it can be turned into an informant of the Red House, it will be of great benefit to the subsequent implementation of the plan."

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

That's what they thought, but there was a slight glitch in the execution.

"Sounds like a good idea."

Taras nodded slightly, as if to express understanding.

However, the calm expression only lasted for a moment before it collapsed.

Immediately, the spy chief glared at Yegorova and asked: "But why did you roll into bed with that damn secretary?"

"And, two of them together?"

"The Red House trains top agents, not those coquettish street girls!"

"Beauty and body are tools, but they are not cheap meal tickets that can be thrown away casually!"

Taras slapped the table hard.

He couldn't control his emotions at all.

The two good students I trained were actually killed by a bastard!

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

The Red House can also exchange benefits or obtain desired information through this special relationship.

At least this is a profitable transaction!

but!

That's just a clerk!

No real power, no value... nothing!

If he hadn't been worried about alerting the enemy and attracting SHIELD's attention.

Taras wished he could break the hands and feet of the curly boy who harmed his students, throw him into an iron bucket, fill him with cement, and sink him into the Moskva River.

Compared to the ruthless KGB gang, the Red Room's methods of dealing with enemies are only more cruel and direct.

"Forget it, you two... actually rolled together?"

Taras was furious and could not restrain his inner anger.

It's like the two cabbages that I worked so hard to grow were inexplicably ruined by others, and they were paid for free!

No one would be able to bear it!

"That bastard kept acting like he was about to pass out..."

Claire felt aggrieved.

She remembered that in the hotel room, after two drinks, that bastard was already drunk, his eyes were slurred, and his speech was slurred. He was exactly the kind of rookie who didn't have much ability to drink.

As a result, after one bottle was finished, it still looked the same.

Two bottles have hit the bottom and it’s still unchanged.

I drank three or four bottles...

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

A female Red Room agent who had received alcohol immunity training suddenly lost to a seemingly rookie clerk.

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

Egorova, codenamed "Red Bird", gritted her teeth and said bitterly.

Her extremely flexible waist was still a little sore.

I thought of myself on the bed, sometimes being placed in an S position, sometimes in a B position, and various positions were 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 is not a rookie at all!"

Claire shared the same hatred, and her slender legs that could dance "Swan Lake" and "The Nutcracker" were slightly weak.

It is true that the battle last night was too intense.

That bastard drew his bow left and right, controlled two wild horses, and showed a calm attitude with ease.

Alcohol is the devil that stirs up desire. This saying is absolutely true.

In the past, Claire would not have been able to indulge like this.

"So, you slept with that clerk and got nothing out of it."

Taras shook his head, disappointed.

"Perhaps, we can take advantage of the situation and continue to develop that clerk."

Egorova suggested.

"Heh, being embarrassed once is not enough?"

Taras vetoed it out of hand, never investing time or energy into a worthless target.

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

If this spread, wouldn't he be ridiculed by others?

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

Taras said angrily.

He waved his hand, signaling Claire and Egorova to go out.

Then, pick up the phone on the table.

"Call Natasha in."

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

Compared to the two fellow senior sisters, she looked much greener, like a flower that had not yet bloomed.

"You graduated early, Natasha."

Taras said seriously.

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

I was just recruited into the Red Room not long ago, why did I graduate?

The legendary extremely harsh and cruel graduation examination has not yet appeared.

"I need you to get close to someone."

The girl took a file and opened it.

A 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 a newcomer like Natasha might be more useful.

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

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

Natasha said timidly.

She is still a fledgling with no hunting experience.

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

Taras reassured.

Sometimes the untrained are more effective than the professionals.

After giving instructions on what to pay attention to, Taras asked the girl to leave.

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

As for the curly-haired male clerk named Clark, wait until everything is settled before taking action.

"I must sink him into the Moskva River!"

Taras thought so.

……

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"Is this how you deal with the Red Room agents?"

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

Luke, who had been fighting fiercely all night, did not answer. It was not a glorious thing for the dignified director of S.H.I.E.L.D. to have sex with a female Soviet agent.

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

Luke changed the subject. Under the influence of his "Poison Ivy's pheromone perfume", even the top agents in the Red Room had to let go of their guard.

"Oh, where's Bucky?"

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

"You will meet soon."

Luke looked strange.

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

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