"This is the most humiliating move in the history of the Red Room!"
The next afternoon, Taras flew into a furious rage in the office, and the angry roar shook the whole floor.
The instructors who were anxious and the students who were training looked up with a hint of shock in their eyes.
Yelling was an extremely rare display for Taras, who was usually calm and collected.
'Anger is a disguise for one's own mediocrity!"
This was a phrase that the master spy often said.
The first lesson of the Red Room was a lesson on controlling one's expression and internal thoughts.
Emotions were a fatal flaw for agents and spies.
Once caught in anger and fear, it would affect decision-making and implementation of their operations.
Before graduation, the students in the Red Room would receive relevant training.
For example, Taras would let everyone keep a dog.
Cultivate intimate feelings, regard them as partners, and then ... execute them.
It was just pediatrics.
What was more cruel and devoid of humanity was the 'graduation ceremony' of the Red Room.
Throwing the trainees into the snow, leaving only one or two pieces of survival materials to create a bloody battlefield of killing each other.
Finally, the person who could successfully get out of the snowfield could become a qualified graduate.
Agent and spy training were essential tools to domesticate human beings into cold machines.
Therefore, Taras would instill in them the extreme idea of doing things by hook or by crook.
"What happened?"
"I don't know."
"I heard that Mr. Taras sent 'Black Widow' Claire Voyant and the best 'Sparrow' Egorova before ..."
"Did they fail the mission?"
"Probably."
"Who could get the Red Room to mobilize both of them?"
"..."
Whispering, like an undercurrent flowing slowly under the calm surface of the sea, it formed a thick wave.
Even if the Red Room were an intelligence agency, it would always stay in a cold and stressful, high-pressure state. But there would always be curiosity, and gossips would spread.
The instructors and students downstairs were speculating, while the atmosphere in the office upstairs was gloomy.
"You are the best students I've ever taught, and no matter what the task, you have never failed."
Taras tightened his eyebrows, pressed down his anger, and coldly said, "Infiltrating the Kremlin, moving between the oligarchs and military VIPs ... each time, you bring back the information I need."
He seemed to have lost his temper, calmed his heaving chest, and slowly sat back in his chair.
Claire and Egorova stood across the desk.
With their hands behind their backs, the two charming beauties maintained a straight and beautiful military stance.
"I never imagined that the two best seductresses to ever come out of the Red Room would be bamboozled by a ... secretary."
Taras mouth twitched, trying to endure the urge to swear.
The external evaluation of him basically carries words like 'scavenging vulture', 'cunning fox', and 'cold-blooded butcher'.
The middle-aged man who single-handedly created the KGB and later built the Red Room had maintained a grim, unsmiling image throughout the years.
There weren't many things that could make him lose his temper and fly into a rage.
Today, however, Taras couldn't bear this anger.
"This was an accident."
Egorova, backed by her uncle in the Foreign Affairs Bureau, was bolder and took the lead in saying so.
She slightly lowered her head and explained: "Claire and I were going to get that bastard drunk and then throw him to the KGB's care for interrogation to see if we could get any information about Superman."
"He's a secretary, responsible for recording all the meeting's conversations, and was at Superman's side almost 24 hours a day."
"If we could turn him into a double agent of the Red Room, it would be of great benefit for the future implementation of the plan."
Egorova's thinking was clear, and Claire, the 'Black Widow' next to her, also nodded.
They did think so, but the execution went a bit awry.
"It sounds like a good idea."
Taras slightly nodded and seemed to express understanding.
However, the relaxed look only lasted for a moment before it disintegrated.
The master spy then angrily looked at Egorova and questioned, "But why did you get into bed with that damned secretary?"
"And both together?"
"The Red Room cultivates the best agents, not those street girls!"
"Beauty and body are tools, but not cheap coupons that can be thrown away at will!"
Taras slapped the table.
He couldn't control his emotions at all.
Two good students who trained by him had been ruined by a bastard!
If the other party was Superman or some big shot...
Through this special relationship, the Red Room could exchange interests or get the desired information.
At least there wouldn't be a loss in the sale!
But!
That's just a secretary!
No real power, no value ... nothing!
If not for fear of attracting S.H.I.E.L.D.'s attention by shaking the grass and spooking the prey…
Taras wanted to break the hands and feet of the curly-haired man who had ruined his students, throw him into an iron barrel, fill it with cement and sink him in the Moscow River.
The way the Red Room handled the enemy was much more brutal and direct than the KGB's ruthless people.
"Forget about only one, you two ... actually went in together?"
Taras went into a rage and couldn't restrain his anger.
This was like two cabbages that he had toiled so hard to grow, was somehow being spoiled by someone, and it was still that kind of whoring!
Who could stand it!?
"That bastard kept acting like he was about to get drunk ..."
Claire felt aggrieved.
She remembered that in the hotel room, the bastard had downed two glasses, had drunken eyes, slurred speech, completely like a rookie with little capacity for liquor.
As a result, the bottle dried up, and he remained the same.
Two bottles were bottomed out, and he still remained that way.
Three, then four bottles were poured out...
By the time the liquor cabinet was completely emptied and the room smelled so strongly of alcohol, Claire and Egorova had become drunk themselves.
The Red Room female agents, who received alcohol immunization training, abruptly lost to a secretary who looked like a rookie.
"The key is that he also threw out some important information from time to time. What Superman's schedule was, Superman's preference for food ... we could only keep drinking in order to get more information."
Egorova, codenamed 'Sparrow', gritted her teeth and spat out her hatred.
Her highly flexible waist was still sore.
When she thought of herself in bed, she was sometimes positioned below, sometimes up top, and various positions were unlocked one after another.
The female agent couldn't help but feel some shame, and her cheeks flushed unnaturally.
"That's right! That bastard Clark Kent is no rookie at all!"
Claire's slender legs, which could dance 'Swan Lake' and 'The Nutcracker', were slightly weak.
The truth was, the battle last night was too intense.
That bastard was driving two BMWs left and right. It was surprising to see his calm and relaxed attitude.
Alcohol was the devil that provoked the desire, which was absolutely true.
In the past, Claire wouldn't have indulged like this.
"So, you slept with the secretary and got nothing."
Taras shook his head in disappointment.
"Maybe, we can play along and continue our plans with the secretary? "
Egorova proposed.
"Humph. Isn't being humiliated once enough?"
Taras immediately vetoed the idea. He never invested time and energy in worthless targets.
Besides, the best students in the Red Room weren't that cheap.
If word got out, he would be laughed at.
"I am the head of a spy agency, not a pimp."
Taras said so in an unpleasant tone.
He waved and motioned for Claire and Egorova to go out.
Then, he picked up the phone on the desk.
"Call Natasha in."
Within a few minutes, a slender, ponytailed girl walked in.
Compared to the two fellow sisters, she appeared much more youthful, like a flower that had just started to bud.
"You are graduating early, Natasha."
Taras said solemnly.
The latter was slightly surprised, with suspicion in her eyes.
'I've only just been recruited to the Red Room for a short period of time. How did I graduate?'
She hadn't even seen the legendary harsh and brutal graduation exams yet.
"I need you to get close to someone."
The young girl took a file and opened it.
A young face came into view. It was Superman.
"He will arrive in Moscow in 3 days."
Taras thought that the two elder sisters were too unreliable. Natasha, a newcomer, might be more useful.
At least, the latter wouldn't be coaxed to bed by a man with a few bottles of vodka.
"I will try to ... complete the mission."
Natasha said timidly.
She was still a nestling bird with no experience in hunting.
"You don't need to be experienced. Just act natural."
Taras appeased.
Sometimes the untrained were more effective than the professionals.
After giving instructions, Taras let the girl go.
Despite the incident, the plan went on as usual.
As for the curly-haired male secretary named Clark, he would first wait until all the dust settled, then make his move.
'I'll drown him in the Moscow River!'
Taras thought so.
...
...
"This is how you deal with Red Room agents?"
Captain America, who sneaked into Moscow, looked at the messy sheets, the carpet, and the bottles scattered on the table and asked hesitantly.
Luke, who had been fighting all night, didn't answer. The Director of S.H.I.E.L.D. had sex with a female Soviet agent, which wasn't something to be proud of.
"I paid a certain price and found Bucky's whereabouts from their mouths."
Luke changed the subject. Under the influence of his 'Poison Ivy's Phenomenon Perfume', even the top agents of the Red Room had to drop their defenses.
"Oh, where's Bucky?"
Sure enough, whenever his best friend was mentioned, Captain America's attention would immediately be diverted, no longer thinking about what happened between Luke and female agents.
"You will see each other soon."
Luke had an odd expression.
To be honest, he was a bit surprised by Winter Soldier's situation.