"This is the most shameful action in the history of Red Room!"
The next afternoon, Taras lost his temper in the office, and his angry roar shook 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, this is an extremely rare act of gaffe for Taras, who is indifferent to emotions 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 of 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.
Red Room students must receive relevant training before graduating.
For example, Taras will let everyone get a dog.
Cultivate a close relationship, treat it as a partner, and then kill it.
This is just child's play.
What is even more cruel and inhumane is Red Room's "graduation ceremony".
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 doing whatever it takes to complete the task.
"What happened?"
"I don't know."
"I heard that Mr. Taras sent out 'Black Widow' Claire-Ms. Wayan, and the best 'Red Sparrow' Yegorova..."
"Mission failed?"
"Probably."
"Who can make Red Room dispatch them?"
"..."
The whispers were like undercurrents flowing slowly under the calm sea, forming waves.
Even though 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 Kree Mlin Palace, 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 Yegorova.
These two charming beauties, with their hands behind their backs, maintained a straight and sassy military posture.
"I never expected that the most outstanding fox hound who walked out of Red Room would be fooled by a... clerk."
Taras The corners of his mouth twitched, trying his best to resist the urge to curse.
The outside world's evaluations of him basically include words such as "scavenger Vulture", "cunning fox", and "Coldblood butcher".
This middle-aged man who single-handedly created KGB and then built Red Room 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."
Yegorova, who had the support of his uncle 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 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 twenty-four hours a day."
"If it can be transformed into Red Room's eyeliner, it will be of great benefit to the subsequent implementation of the plan."
Yegorova's thinking was clear, and "Black Widow" Claire next to him also 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?"
"Red Room 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.
Red Room can also exchange interests 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 you weren't worried about alerting the enemy, it would attract S.H.I.E.L.D.'s attention.
Taras wishes 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 Moscow River.
Compared to the ruthless gang of KGB, Red Room's method of dealing with enemies is 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 someone, and they were prostituted for free!
No one would be able to bear it!
"That bastard kept acting like he was about to pass out..."
Claire feels aggrieved.
She remembered that in the hotel room, after two drinks, that bastard was already drunk 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 Yegorova themselves were already drunk.
The Red Room female 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 preference for food... In order to get more information, we can only continue to drink."
Yegorova, codenamed "Red Sparrow", gritted his teeth and said bitterly.
Her extremely flexible waist was still a little sore.
Thinking back on what happened last night, 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 share the same hatred. Those long legs that can dance "Swan Lake" and "The Nutcracker" are a little unable to stand.
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, very disappointed.
"Perhaps, we can take advantage of the situation and continue to develop that clerk."
Yegorova made suggestions.
"Heh, being embarrassed once is not enough?"
Taras immediately rejected it. He never invests time and energy in worthless goals.
Besides, Red Room's best students 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 and signaled Claire and Yegorova 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 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 at 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 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 secretary named Clark, wait until everything is settled before taking action.
"I must sink him into the Moscow River!"
Taras thought so.
"Is this how you deal with Agent Red Room?"
Captain America, who sneaked into Moscow, looked at the messy bed sheets, the carpet and the 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 S.H.I.E.L.D. to have sex with the Soviet Union female agent.
"I paid a certain price and learned the whereabouts of Bucky from their mouths."
Luke changed the subject. Under the influence of his "Poison Ivy's Pheromone Perfume", even Red Room's top agents had to let go of their guard.
"Oh, where is Bucky?"
Sure enough, as soon as the good gay friend was mentioned, Captain America's attention was immediately diverted, and he no longer had the intention to think about what happened between Luke and the female agent.
"You will meet soon."
Luke has a strange expression.
To be honest, he was a little surprised by Winter Soldier's situation.
PS: The air conditioner is broken and I can't write some words. I will continue the daily update plan of 6,000 yuan tomorrow ()