Superman

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

This is a sentence that the spy chief often hangs on his lips.

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

Emotional is the fatal flaw of agents and spies.

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

Students of the Red House must receive relevant training before graduation.

For example, Taras would let everyone have a dog.

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

This is just pediatrics.

What is more cruel and inhumane is the "graduation ceremony" of the Red House.

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

The person who can successfully walk out of the empty snow field in the end will be a qualified graduate.

Agents and spies are essentially tools to domesticate human beings into cold tools.

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

"what happened?"

"do not know."

"I heard that Mr. Talas sent Ms. Claire Wayan, the black widow, and the best Cardinal Yegorova"

"Mission failed?"

"probably."

"Who can make the Red House dispatch them?"

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

Even if the Red House 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 guessing that the atmosphere in the upstairs office was dignified.

"You are the best students I have taught. No matter what kind of task you face, you have never missed it."

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 anger, calmed his heaving chest, and slowly sat back on the chair.

Claire and Egorova stood across the desk.

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

"I never expected that the most outstanding fox dog who walked out of the red house would be fooled by a clerk."

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

The evaluations of him from the outside world basically include words such as "scavenging vulture", "cunning fox", and "cold-blooded butcher".

This middle-aged man who created the KGB and later built the Red House has maintained a stern and cold image all year round.

There are really not many things that are enough to make him fly into a rage and lose control of his emotions.

But today, Taras couldn't bear the anger.

"It was an accident."

Yegorova, who had the support of her uncle, a boss of the Foreign Intelligence Bureau, was more courageous and spoke first.

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

"He is the clerk, responsible for recording the conversation of the meeting, and he is 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 to the implementation of the plan in the future."

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

They really thought so, but something went wrong in execution.

"Sounds like a good idea."

Taras nodded slightly, as if to express his understanding.

However, the relaxed complexion only lasted for a moment before it collapsed.

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

"And, are the two together?"

"The red house cultivates top secret agents, not those street girls who are posing!"

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

Taras slammed the table hard.

He couldn't control his emotions at all.

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

If the other party is a superman, or a big shot.

The red house can also exchange benefits 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 it weren't for worrying about scaring the snake, it would attract the attention of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Taras wanted to break the hands and feet of the curly-haired man who had harmed his students, throw him into an iron bucket, fill it with cement, and sink it into the Moskva River.

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

"It's fine with one, but the two of you actually rolled together?"

Taras was furious, unable to restrain his inner anger.

It's like two Chinese cabbages that I planted so hard, and they were ruined by someone for no reason, and they were the kind who went for nothing!

No one can stand it!

"The bastard kept acting like he was about to pass out"

Claire felt wronged.

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

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

The two bottles bottomed out and remained unchanged.

Three or four bottles down

After 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, was abruptly defeated by a seemingly rookie clerk.

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

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

Her extremely flexible waist is still a little sore.

Thinking of myself on the bed, sometimes I was put into S, sometimes I was put into B, and the various positions were unlocked one after another.

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

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

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

Indeed, last night's battle was too intense.

That bastard, with his bow left and right, was driving two unrestrained horses, and he even showed a calm attitude with ease.

Alcohol is a provoking devil, and there is absolutely nothing wrong with the saying.

In the past, Claire could not be so indulgent.

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

Taras shook his head, disappointed.

"Maybe, we can use our tricks and continue to develop that clerk."

Yegorova made a suggestion.

"Heh, losing face once is not enough?"

Talas vetoed it immediately, never investing time and energy on worthless 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 signaled Claire and Egorova to go out.

Then, he picked up the phone on the table.

"Call Natasha in."

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

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

"You graduated early, Natasha."

Taras said seriously.

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

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

The legendary extremely harsh and cruel graduation exam has not yet seen its shadow.

"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."

Talas thought to himself, those 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 will work hard to complete the task."

Natasha said timidly.

She is still a fledgling with no predation experience.

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

Taras reassured.

Sometimes the untrained are more effective than the professionals.

After ordering precautions, Taras let the girl leave.

Despite the jarring interlude, the plan went ahead as usual.

As for the curly-haired clerk named Clark, wait until everything is settled before doing anything.

"I must sink him in the Moskva River!"