Chapter 296

"This is the most humiliating action in the history of red house!"

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

Those hurried instructors and hard-working students raised their heads one after another, with a trace of shock in their eyes.

Yelling is an extremely rare gaffe for Taras, who is neither happy nor angry.

"Anger is a cover up for the mediocrity of the incompetent!"

This is what the spy leader often says.

The first lesson of red house is to control expression and heart.

Emotional is the fatal defect of agents and spies.

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

Red house students should receive relevant training before graduation.

Taras, for example, would let everyone have a dog.

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

It's just pediatrics.

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

Throw those secret service students into the snow, leaving only one or two survival supplies to create a bloody battlefield for fighting each other.

Finally, the person who can successfully walk out of the open snow field can become a qualified graduate.

Agents and spies are essentially tools to domesticate humans into cold.

Therefore, Talas will instill in them the extreme idea of using all means only to complete the task.

"What happened?"

"I don't know."

"It is said that Mr. Talas sent Ms. Claire wayan, the 'black widow', and yegorova, the best 'cardinal'..."

"Task failed?"

"Probably."

"Who can let the red house send them?"

“……”

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

Even if the red house is an intelligence agency, it will always be in a cold and tense high-pressure state, but it will still have the curiosity to spread gossip.

The instructors and students downstairs are secretly guessing that the atmosphere in the office upstairs is dignified.

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

Taras tightened his eyebrows, pressed his inner anger and said coldly, "sneak into the Kremlin and deal with those oligarchs and military dignitaries... Every time, you can bring back the information I need."

He seemed to be relieved of his anger, flattened his undulating chest and slowly sat back in his chair.

Across the desk stood Claire and yegorova.

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

"I never expected that the best Fox Hound who came out of the red house was fooled by a... Clerk."

Taras twitched in the corners of his mouth, trying to endure the urge to swear.

The external evaluation of him basically contains words such as "rotten vulture", "cunning fox" and "cold-blooded butcher".

The middle-aged man who created the KGB and then built the red house has maintained a grim image of being serious all year round.

There are really not many things that can make him angry and out of control.

But today, Talas couldn't bear his anger.

"It was an accident."

Yegorova, backed by the uncle of the foreign intelligence bureau, had more courage, said first.

She raised her drooping head a little and gave this explanation: "Claire and I were going to intoxicate the bastard and 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 follows Superman almost 24 hours."

"If we can turn it into the eyeliner of the red house, there will be great benefits for the implementation of the plan later."

Yegorova's thought was clear, and Claire, the "black widow" next to her, nodded in agreement.

They do think so, but there is something wrong with the implementation.

"Sounds like a good idea."

Taras nodded slightly, as if to show understanding.

However, the relaxed complexion lasted only for a moment and was declared to collapse.

Immediately, the spy leader glared at yegorova and asked, "but why did you roll into bed with that damn clerk?"

"Besides, two together?"

"The red house trained top agents, not those flirting Street Girls!"

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

Talas patted the table hard.

He can't control his emotions at all.

The two good students who were trained by themselves were harmed by an asshole!

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

Red house can also exchange interests through this special relationship, or get the information you want.

This is at least a good deal!

But!

That's just a clerk!

No real power, no value... Nothing!

Had it not been for fear of startling the snake, it would have attracted the attention of the Divine Shield Bureau.

Taras wanted to break his hands and feet, throw him into an iron bucket, fill it with cement and sink into the Moscow river.

Compared with the cruel people of the KGB, the means of red house to deal with the enemy will only be more cruel and direct.

"Forget one. You two... Actually rolled together?"

Taras was furious and couldn't contain his anger.

It's like two cabbages you planted hard. Somehow, they were ruined by people, and they were still whoring for nothing!

No one can stand it!

"That bastard always showed that he was about to get drunk..."

Claire felt wronged.

She remembered that in the hotel room, after two drinks, the bastard was drunk, hazy and vague. He was a rookie without much alcohol.

As a result, when one bottle is finished, it still looks like that.

Two bottles have bottomed out and still haven't changed.

Three or four bottles poured down

When the inventory in the wine cabinet was completely emptied, there was a strong smell of alcohol in the room, and Claire and yegorova were already drunk.

The red house children's agent who had received alcohol immunization training lost to a seemingly rookie clerk.

"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 "cardinal", gnashed her teeth and said hate.

Her flexible waist is still sore.

When I think of myself in bed, I am sometimes placed as s and sometimes as M. various postures are unlocked successively.

The female agent couldn't help feeling a little ashamed and her cheeks looked unnatural.

"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 jump Swan Lake and nutcracker were slightly soft.

In fact, the war last night was too fierce.

That bastard opened his bow from left to right, drove two wild horses, and even showed a relaxed and calm attitude.

Alcohol is the devil who stirs up desire, which is right at all.

Claire couldn't have been so indulgent in the past.

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

Talas shook his head, disappointed.

"Maybe we can take the plan and continue to develop the clerk."

Yegorova made recommendations.

"Oh, losing face once is not enough?"

Talas immediately rejected it. He never invested time and energy in worthless goals.

Besides, the best students in red house are not so cheap.

If it gets out, I won't be laughed at.

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

Taras said unhappily.

He waved and beckoned Claire and yegorova out.

Then, pick up the phone on the desk.

"Call Natasha in."

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

Compared with the two fellow martial sisters, she looks much green, like a flower and bone that has not yet bloomed.

"You graduated early, Natasha."

Taras said seriously.

The latter was slightly surprised with doubt in his eyes.

He has just been recruited into the red house. How did he graduate soon?

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

"I need you to get close to someone."

The girl took a file and opened it.

The young face is superman.

"He will arrive in Moscow in three days."

Talas thought that the two elder martial sisters who graduated early were too unreliable, and Natasha might be more useful.

At least, the latter will not be coaxed into bed by a man with a few bottles of vodka.

"I will try... To complete the task."

Natasha said timidly.

She is also a young bird without predation experience.

"You don't need to be experienced. Just be natural."

Talas comforted.

Sometimes untrained people are more effective than professionals.

After giving instructions for attention, Taras asked the girl to leave.

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

As for the curly man clerk named Clark, wait until all the dust is settled.

"I must sink him into the Moscow river!"

Taras thought so.

……

……

"Is that how you deal with the red house agent?"

The American captain sneaking into Moscow asked hesitantly, looking at the messy sheets, carpets and wine bottles scattered on the table.

Luke, who fought all night, did not answer. It was not a glorious thing for the director of the Divine Shield to roll the sheets with the female Soviet agents.

"I paid a price and found out the whereabouts of Bucky from their mouths."

Luke diverged from the topic. Even under the action of his poison vine perfume, even the top secret agents of the red house should take care of themselves.

"Oh, where's Bucky?"

Sure enough, as long as he mentioned good friends, the American captain's attention was immediately diverted and didn't think about what happened between Luke and the female agent.

"You'll meet soon."

Luke looked strange.

To tell the truth, he was a little surprised at the situation of the winter soldiers.