Marvel’s Superman

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

The next afternoon, Taalas exploded in his office, a roar of fury that shook the floor.

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

Yelling and yelling, this is an extremely rare gaffe for Taras, who is full of joy and anger.

"Anger is the disguise of the incompetent for his mediocrity!"

This is a phrase 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 have to undergo relevant training before graduating.

For example, Talas would let everyone have a dog.

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

This is just pediatrics.

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

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

The person who can successfully walk out of the open snow field in the end can become a qualified graduate.

Agents, spies, essentially domesticate humans into icy tools.

Therefore, Talas will instill in them the extreme idea of ​​doing whatever it takes to complete the task.

"what happened?"

"do not know."

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

"Mission failed?"

"probably."

"Who can let the red house dispatch them?"

"..."

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

Even if the Red House is an intelligence agency that is 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 taught. No matter what task you are facing, you have never missed a beat."

Taras frowned, pressed his inner anger, and said coldly: "Sneak into the Kremlin and deal with those oligarchs and important military personnel... Every time, you can bring back the information I need."

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

Across the desk stood Claire and Yegorova.

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

"I never imagined that the most outstanding foxhound who came out of the red house would be fooled by a... secretary."

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

The evaluation of him by the outside world basically carries words such as "carrion-eating vulture", "cunning fox", "cold-blooded butcher".

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

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

But today, Taras couldn't bear this anger.

"It was an accident."

Yegorova, who has the support of the uncle of the foreign intelligence agency, is more courageous and speaks first.

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

"He was the clerk, who was in charge of recording the conversations of the meeting, and was with Superman almost 24 hours a day."

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

Yegorova's thoughts were clear, and Claire the "Black Widow" beside her nodded in agreement.

They did think so, but they just went wrong in the execution.

"Sounds like a good idea."

Taras nodded slightly, as if to understand.

However, the softened expression only lasted for a moment, and then it was declared to collapse.

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

"And, or two together?"

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

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

Taras slapped the table hard.

He couldn't control his emotions at all.

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

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

The red house can also exchange interests or obtain desired information through this special relationship.

At least this is a good deal!

but!

That's just a clerk!

No real power, no value...nothing!

If you are not worried about the grass and the snake, it will attract the attention of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Taras wanted to break the curly-haired man who harmed his students, cut his hands and feet, threw it into an iron bucket, poured cement, and sank it into the Moscow River.

Compared with the ruthless men of the KGB, the way the Red House deals with the enemy will only be more cruel and direct.

"Forget one, the two of you... actually rolled together?"

Taras was furious, unable to restrain his inner anger.

This is like the two Chinese cabbage that I have worked so hard to grow, and they have been ruined for no reason, and they are still the kind of prostitution!

No one can stand it!

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

Claire felt aggrieved.

She remembered that in the hotel room, the bastard was already drunk with hazy eyes and slurred his speech after two drinks.

As a result, after a bottle was dried, it still looked like that.

Two bottles bottomed out, still unchanged.

Three or four bottles were filled...

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

The female agent of the Red House, who had received alcohol immunity training, lost abruptly to a clerk who looked like a rookie.

"The key is that he also throws out some important information from time to time, what Superman's schedule, Superman's preference for food... We can only continue to drink in order to get more information."

Yegorova, code-named "Red Sparrow", gritted her teeth and said bitterly.

Her highly flexible waist is still a little sore.

Thinking back on what happened last night, the female agent couldn't help feeling a little ashamed, and her cheeks had an unnatural look.

"That's right! That bastard named Clark Kent is no rookie at all!"

Claire shared the same hatred. Those long legs that could dance "Swan Lake" and "The Nutcracker" were somewhat unable to stand.

Alcohol is the devil who provokes desire, it's true.

In the past, it was impossible for Claire to indulge like this.

"So, you fucked the clerk and got nothing."

Taras shook his head, disappointed.

"Perhaps, we can just do whatever we want and continue to develop that clerk."

Yegorova made recommendations.

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

Taalas rejected it right away, never investing time and energy in unworthy goals.

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

If it was spread out, 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 and motioned for Claire and Yegorova 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 from the same sect, she looks much more youthful, 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.

He has just been recruited into the red house not long ago, how did he graduate?

The extremely harsh and cruel graduation examination in the legend has not yet seen a shadow.

"I need you to approach 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 a few bottles of vodka.

"I'll try...to complete the task."

Natasha said timidly.

She is still a chick with no predation experience.

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

Taras reassured.

Sometimes untrained, more effective than professionals.

After ordering the precautions, Taras told the girl to leave.

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

As for the curly-haired male clerk named Clark, wait until all the dust settles before starting.

"I must sink him into the Moscow River!"

Taras thought so.

...

...

"This is how you deal with the agents of the Red House?"

Captain America, who infiltrated Moscow, looked at the messy sheets, the carpet and the wine bottles scattered on the table, and asked hesitantly.

Luke, who had been fighting all night, did not answer, and it was not a glorious thing for the dignified Director of SHIELD to have sex with a Soviet female agent.

"I paid a certain price to find out Bucky's whereabouts from their mouths."

Luke diverted the topic, under the influence of his "Poison Ivy's Pheromones Perfume", even the top agents of the Red House have to let their guard down.

"Oh, where's Bucky?"

Sure enough, as long as good friends are mentioned, Captain America's attention is immediately diverted, and he no longer thinks about what happened between Luke and the female agent.

"You will meet soon."

Luke looked odd.

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

PS: The air conditioner is broken, some can’t write it, I will continue the 6,000 daily plan tomorrow (﹏)