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"This is the most humiliating action in the history of the Red House!"
The next afternoon, Taras was furious in the office, and his angry roar shook the entire floor.
The instructors who were in a hurry, as well as the trainees who have been training hard, raised their heads, with a hint of shock in their eyes.
yelling, this is an extremely rare gaffe for Taras, who is inexhaustible in his emotions and anger.
"Anger is the disguise of mediocrity by the incompetent!"
This is a saying often used by spy chiefs.
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 the action.
Red House students must receive relevant training before graduation.
For example, Taras will let everyone have a dog.
Cultivate intimate feelings, treat them as partners, and then execute them.
This is only pediatrics.
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 pieces of survival supplies, creating a **** battlefield where they fight each other.
The person who can finally get out of the open snow field can become a qualified graduate.
Agents, spies, are essentially tools for domesticating humans into coldness.
Therefore, Taras will instill in them the extreme concept of doing whatever it takes to complete the task.
"what's happening?"
"do not know."
"I heard that Mr. Taras sent the "Black Widow" Claire Wayan, and the best "Cardinal" Yegorova..."
"The mission failed?"
"I guess so."
"Who can let the Red House dispatch them?"
"……"
talk in a low voice, like an undercurrent under a calm sea flowing slowly, forming a wave.
Even if the Red House is an intelligence agency, it is always in a cold, tense and high-pressure state, but there is still a curiosity to spread gossip.
The instructors and trainees downstairs are speculating secretly, and the office upstairs has a solemn atmosphere.
"You are the best students I have taught. No matter what kind of task you face, you have never failed."
Taras tightened his brows, pressed down his inner anger, and said coldly: "Dive into the Kremlin and deal with those oligarchs and military leaders...Every time, you can bring back the information I need."
He seemed to be out of breath, calmed his undulating chest, and slowly sat back on the chair.
Claire and Yegorova stood across the desk.
These two charming beauties, with their hands behind their backs, kept their straight and sturdy soldiers standing.
"I never expected that the most outstanding Foxhound who walked out of the red house was fooled by a... clerk."
Taras's mouth twitched, trying his best to endure the urge to curse.
The evaluation of him by the outside world basically includes words like "scorching vulture", "sly fox", and "cold-blooded butcher".
This middle-aged man who created the KGB and then built the red house has maintained an unsmiling and cold image all year round.
There are really not many things that are enough to make him angry and lose control of his emotions.
But today, Taras couldn't bear this anger.
"This is an accident."
Yegorova, who is backed by the uncle of the foreign intelligence bureau, is more courageous, she said first.
Her drooping head lifted slightly, and she explained: "Claire and I were going to get that **** drunk, and then throw it to the KGB for interrogation to see if we can get information about Superman."
"He is the clerk, is responsible for recording meeting conversations, and has been with Superman for almost twenty-four hours."
"If it can be turned into the eyeliner of the red house, it will be of great benefit to the subsequent implementation of the plan."
Yegorova's thoughts are clear, and the "Black Widow" Claire next to her also nodded in agreement.
They really thought so, but there was something wrong with the execution.
"Sounds like a good idea."
Taras nodded slightly, seeming to express understanding.
It's just that the gentle complexion only lasted for a moment, and then it collapsed.
Immediately, the spy chief glared at Yegorova and asked: "But why did you roll onto the bed with that **** clerk?"
"And, are you two together?"
"The Red House trains top agents, not the street girls who squint their heads!"
"Beauty and body are tools, but they are not cheap meal coupons that can be thrown out at random!"
Taras patted the table hard.
He can't control his emotions at all.
The two good students trained by himself were actually harmed by a bastard!
If the opponent is a superman, or some big man.
The Red House can also exchange interests or get the information it wants through this special relationship.
This is at least a good deal!
but!
That's just a clerk!
There is no real power, no value...nothing!
If it weren't for worrying about getting rid of the grass and frightening snakes, it attracted the attention of SHIELD.
Taras wanted to interrupt the curly-haired man who had harmed his students, throw it into an iron bucket, pour cement, and sink into the Moskva River.
Compared with the ruthless KGB people, the Red House's method of dealing with the enemy will only be more cruel and more direct.
"Forget one, you two... actually rolled together?"
Taras was furious, unable to contain the anger in his heart.
These are like two Chinese cabbages that I have grown so hard, but somehow they have been ruined by others, and they are still the kind of prostitutes!
No one can bear it!
"That **** kept showing that he was going to be drunk..."
Claire feels wronged.
She remembered that in the hotel room, that **** had two cups, she was already drunk and slurred, she was exactly the kind of rookie who didn't drink much.
As a result, after one bottle dries, it still looks like that.
The two bottles have bottomed out, still the same.
Three or four bottles are filled...
When the stock 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 female agent of the Red House who had received alcohol immunization training was abruptly lost to a clerical officer who looked like a rookie.
"The key is that he still throws out some important information from time to time, what is Superman's schedule, Superman's food preferences... In order to get more information, we can only continue to drink."
Yegorova, code-named "Cardinal", gritted her teeth and said bitterly.
Her extremely flexible waist is still a little sore.
When I think of myself in bed, I am sometimes posed as S, sometimes as B, and unlocked in various postures.
The female agent couldn't help feeling a little ashamed, her cheeks had an unnatural look.
"That's right! That **** named Clark Kent is not a rookie at all!"
Claire is the same enemy, but those slender legs that can dance "Swan Lake" and "The Nutcracker" are slightly soft.
It is true that the battle last night was too fierce.
The **** opened his bow from left to right and drove two unrestrained horses, even showing a relaxed attitude.
Alcohol is the devil that provokes desire, and this sentence is right.
In the past, Claire could not be so indulgent.
"So, you rolled the sheets with the clerk and got nothing."
Taras shook his head, very disappointed.
"Maybe, we can do everything we can and continue to develop the clerk."
Yegorova made a suggestion.
"Heh, is it not enough to lose face once?"
Taras vetoed it immediately, he never invested time and energy in worthless goals.
Besides, the best students in the Red House are not so cheap.
If it is spread out, wouldn't it be laughed at by others.
"I am 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, he picked up the phone on the desk.
"Call in Natasha."
Within a few minutes, a slender girl with a ponytail walked in.
Compared to the two fellow elder sisters, she looks a lot greener, like a flower bone flower that hasn't bloomed yet.
"You graduated early, Natasha."
Taras said solemnly.
The latter was slightly startled, with suspicion in his eyes.
I was recruited into the red house not long after, so why did I graduate?
The extremely harsh and cruel graduation exams in the legend have yet to be seen.
"I need you to approach someone."
The girl took a file and opened it.
The young face came into view, it was Superman.
"He will arrive in Moscow in three days."
Taras thought, those two senior sisters who graduated early were too unreliable, and newcomers like Natasha might be more useful.
At least, the latter would not 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 nestling with no predation experience.
"You don't need to be experienced, just be natural."
Taras soothed.
Sometimes the untrained ~www.novelhall.com~ is more effective than the professional.
ordered the precautions, and Taras asked the girl to leave.
Despite the discordant episode, the plan is still going on as usual.
As for the curly-haired male clerk named Clark, wait until all the dust settles, and then do something.
"I must sink him into the Moskva River!"
Taras thought so.
……
……
"This is how you deal with the Red House agent?"
The Captain America who sneaked into Moscow, looking at the messy sheets, the carpet and the wine bottles scattered on the table, asked hesitantly.
Luke, who fought hard all night, did not answer, and it was not a glorious thing that the dignified Director of Aegis and the Soviet female agents rolled the sheets.
"I paid a certain price and inquired about Bucky's whereabouts from their mouths."
Luke turned the topic off, and under the influence of his "Poison Ivy Girl's Pheromone Perfume", even the top agents of the Red House had to take off guard.
"Oh, where is Bucky?"
Sure enough, as long as he mentioned a good friend, Captain America's attention was immediately diverted, and he no longer thought 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 the situation of the Winter Soldier.
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"This is the most humiliating action in the history of the Red House!"
The next afternoon, Taras was furious in the office, and his angry roar shook the entire floor.
The instructors who were in a hurry, as well as the trainees who have been training hard, raised their heads, with a hint of shock in their eyes.
yelling, this is an extremely rare gaffe for Taras, who is inexhaustible in his emotions and anger.
"Anger is the disguise of mediocrity by the incompetent!"
This is a saying often used by spy chiefs.
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 the action.
Red House students must receive relevant training before graduation.
For example, Taras will let everyone have a dog.
Cultivate intimate feelings, treat them as partners, and then execute them.
This is only pediatrics.
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 pieces of survival supplies, creating a **** battlefield where they fight each other.
The person who can finally get out of the open snow field can become a qualified graduate.
Agents, spies, are essentially tools for domesticating humans into coldness.
Therefore, Taras will instill in them the extreme concept of doing whatever it takes to complete the task.
"what's happening?"
"do not know."
"I heard that Mr. Taras sent the "Black Widow" Claire Wayan, and the best "Cardinal" Yegorova..."
"The mission failed?"
"I guess so."
"Who can let the Red House dispatch them?"
"……"
talk in a low voice, like an undercurrent under a calm sea flowing slowly, forming a wave.
Even if the Red House is an intelligence agency, it is always in a cold, tense and high-pressure state, but there is still a curiosity to spread gossip.
The instructors and trainees downstairs are speculating secretly, and the office upstairs has a solemn atmosphere.
"You are the best students I have taught. No matter what kind of task you face, you have never failed."
Taras tightened his brows, pressed down his inner anger, and said coldly: "Dive into the Kremlin and deal with those oligarchs and military leaders...Every time, you can bring back the information I need."
He seemed to be out of breath, calmed his undulating chest, and slowly sat back on the chair.
Claire and Yegorova stood across the desk.
These two charming beauties, with their hands behind their backs, kept their straight and sturdy soldiers standing.
"I never expected that the most outstanding Foxhound who walked out of the red house was fooled by a... clerk."
Taras's mouth twitched, trying his best to endure the urge to curse.
The evaluation of him by the outside world basically includes words like "scorching vulture", "sly fox", and "cold-blooded butcher".
This middle-aged man who created the KGB and then built the red house has maintained an unsmiling and cold image all year round.
There are really not many things that are enough to make him angry and lose control of his emotions.
But today, Taras couldn't bear this anger.
"This is an accident."
Yegorova, who is backed by the uncle of the foreign intelligence bureau, is more courageous, she said first.
Her drooping head lifted slightly, and she explained: "Claire and I were going to get that **** drunk, and then throw it to the KGB for interrogation to see if we can get information about Superman."
"He is the clerk, is responsible for recording meeting conversations, and has been with Superman for almost twenty-four hours."
"If it can be turned into the eyeliner of the red house, it will be of great benefit to the subsequent implementation of the plan."
Yegorova's thoughts are clear, and the "Black Widow" Claire next to her also nodded in agreement.
They really thought so, but there was something wrong with the execution.
"Sounds like a good idea."
Taras nodded slightly, seeming to express understanding.
It's just that the gentle complexion only lasted for a moment, and then it collapsed.
Immediately, the spy chief glared at Yegorova and asked: "But why did you roll onto the bed with that **** clerk?"
"And, are you two together?"
"The Red House trains top agents, not the street girls who squint their heads!"
"Beauty and body are tools, but they are not cheap meal coupons that can be thrown out at random!"
Taras patted the table hard.
He can't control his emotions at all.
The two good students trained by himself were actually harmed by a bastard!
If the opponent is a superman, or some big man.
The Red House can also exchange interests or get the information it wants through this special relationship.
This is at least a good deal!
but!
That's just a clerk!
There is no real power, no value...nothing!
If it weren't for worrying about getting rid of the grass and frightening snakes, it attracted the attention of SHIELD.
Taras wanted to interrupt the curly-haired man who had harmed his students, throw it into an iron bucket, pour cement, and sink into the Moskva River.
Compared with the ruthless KGB people, the Red House's method of dealing with the enemy will only be more cruel and more direct.
"Forget one, you two... actually rolled together?"
Taras was furious, unable to contain the anger in his heart.
These are like two Chinese cabbages that I have grown so hard, but somehow they have been ruined by others, and they are still the kind of prostitutes!
No one can bear it!
"That **** kept showing that he was going to be drunk..."
Claire feels wronged.
She remembered that in the hotel room, that **** had two cups, she was already drunk and slurred, she was exactly the kind of rookie who didn't drink much.
As a result, after one bottle dries, it still looks like that.
The two bottles have bottomed out, still the same.
Three or four bottles are filled...
When the stock 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 female agent of the Red House who had received alcohol immunization training was abruptly lost to a clerical officer who looked like a rookie.
"The key is that he still throws out some important information from time to time, what is Superman's schedule, Superman's food preferences... In order to get more information, we can only continue to drink."
Yegorova, code-named "Cardinal", gritted her teeth and said bitterly.
Her extremely flexible waist is still a little sore.
When I think of myself in bed, I am sometimes posed as S, sometimes as B, and unlocked in various postures.
The female agent couldn't help feeling a little ashamed, her cheeks had an unnatural look.
"That's right! That **** named Clark Kent is not a rookie at all!"
Claire is the same enemy, but those slender legs that can dance "Swan Lake" and "The Nutcracker" are slightly soft.
It is true that the battle last night was too fierce.
The **** opened his bow from left to right and drove two unrestrained horses, even showing a relaxed attitude.
Alcohol is the devil that provokes desire, and this sentence is right.
In the past, Claire could not be so indulgent.
"So, you rolled the sheets with the clerk and got nothing."
Taras shook his head, very disappointed.
"Maybe, we can do everything we can and continue to develop the clerk."
Yegorova made a suggestion.
"Heh, is it not enough to lose face once?"
Taras vetoed it immediately, he never invested time and energy in worthless goals.
Besides, the best students in the Red House are not so cheap.
If it is spread out, wouldn't it be laughed at by others.
"I am 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, he picked up the phone on the desk.
"Call in Natasha."
Within a few minutes, a slender girl with a ponytail walked in.
Compared to the two fellow elder sisters, she looks a lot greener, like a flower bone flower that hasn't bloomed yet.
"You graduated early, Natasha."
Taras said solemnly.
The latter was slightly startled, with suspicion in his eyes.
I was recruited into the red house not long after, so why did I graduate?
The extremely harsh and cruel graduation exams in the legend have yet to be seen.
"I need you to approach someone."
The girl took a file and opened it.
The young face came into view, it was Superman.
"He will arrive in Moscow in three days."
Taras thought, those two senior sisters who graduated early were too unreliable, and newcomers like Natasha might be more useful.
At least, the latter would not 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 nestling with no predation experience.
"You don't need to be experienced, just be natural."
Taras soothed.
Sometimes the untrained ~www.novelhall.com~ is more effective than the professional.
ordered the precautions, and Taras asked the girl to leave.
Despite the discordant episode, the plan is still going on as usual.
As for the curly-haired male clerk named Clark, wait until all the dust settles, and then do something.
"I must sink him into the Moskva River!"
Taras thought so.
……
……
"This is how you deal with the Red House agent?"
The Captain America who sneaked into Moscow, looking at the messy sheets, the carpet and the wine bottles scattered on the table, asked hesitantly.
Luke, who fought hard all night, did not answer, and it was not a glorious thing that the dignified Director of Aegis and the Soviet female agents rolled the sheets.
"I paid a certain price and inquired about Bucky's whereabouts from their mouths."
Luke turned the topic off, and under the influence of his "Poison Ivy Girl's Pheromone Perfume", even the top agents of the Red House had to take off guard.
"Oh, where is Bucky?"
Sure enough, as long as he mentioned a good friend, Captain America's attention was immediately diverted, and he no longer thought 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 the situation of the Winter Soldier.
"This is the most humiliating action in the history of the Red House!"The next afternoon, Taras was furious in the office, and his angry roar shook the entire floor.The instructors who were in a hurry, as well as the trainees who have been training hard, raised their heads, with a hint of shock in their eyes.yelling, this is an extremely rare gaffe for Taras, who is inexhaustible in his emotions and anger."Anger is the disguise of mediocrity by the incompetent!"This is a saying often used by spy chiefs.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 the action.Red House students must receive relevant training before graduation.For example, Taras will let everyone have a dog.Cultivate intimate feelings, treat them as partners, and then execute them.This is only pediatrics.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 pieces of survival supplies, creating a **** battlefield where they fight each other.The person who can finally get out of the open snow field can become a qualified graduate.Agents, spies, are essentially tools for domesticating humans into coldness.Therefore, Taras will instill in them the extreme concept of doing whatever it takes to complete the task."what's happening?""do not know.""I heard that Mr. Taras sent the "Black Widow" Claire Wayan, and the best "Cardinal" Yegorova...""The mission failed?""I guess so.""Who can let the Red House dispatch them?"""talk in a low voice, like an undercurrent under a calm sea flowing slowly, forming a wave.Even if the Red House is an intelligence agency, it is always in a cold, tense and high-pressure state, but there is still a curiosity to spread gossip.The instructors and trainees downstairs are speculating secretly, and the office upstairs has a solemn atmosphere."You are the best students I have taught. No matter what kind of task you face, you have never failed."Taras tightened his brows, pressed down his inner anger, and said coldly: "Dive into the Kremlin and deal with those oligarchs and military leaders...Every time, you can bring back the information I need."He seemed to be out of breath, calmed his undulating chest, and slowly sat back on the chair.Claire and Yegorova stood across the desk.These two charming beauties, with their hands behind their backs, kept their straight and sturdy soldiers standing."I never expected that the most outstanding Foxhound who walked out of the red house was fooled by a... clerk."Taras's mouth twitched, trying his best to endure the urge to curse.The evaluation of him by the outside world basically includes words like "scorching vulture", "sly fox", and "cold-blooded butcher".This middle-aged man who created the KGB and then built the red house has maintained an unsmiling and cold image all year round.There are really not many things that are enough to make him angry and lose control of his emotions.But today, Taras couldn't bear this anger."This is an accident."Yegorova, who is backed by the uncle of the foreign intelligence bureau, is more courageous, she said first.Her drooping head lifted slightly, and she explained: "Claire and I were going to get that **** drunk, and then throw it to the KGB for interrogation to see if we can get information about Superman.""He is the clerk, is responsible for recording meeting conversations, and has been with Superman for almost twenty-four hours.""If it can be turned into the eyeliner of the red house, it will be of great benefit to the subsequent implementation of the plan."Yegorova's thoughts are clear, and the "Black Widow" Claire next to her also nodded in agreement.They really thought so, but there was something wrong with the execution."Sounds like a good idea."Taras nodded slightly, seeming to express understanding.It's just that the gentle complexion only lasted for a moment, and then it collapsed.Immediately, the spy chief glared at Yegorova and asked: "But why did you roll onto the bed with that **** clerk?""And, are you two together?""The Red House trains top agents, not the street girls who squint their heads!""Beauty and body are tools, but they are not cheap meal coupons that can be thrown out at random!"Taras patted the table hard.He can't control his emotions at all.The two good students trained by himself were actually harmed by a bastard!If the opponent is a superman, or some big man.The Red House can also exchange interests or get the information it wants through this special relationship.This is at least a good deal!but!That's just a clerk!There is no real power, no value...nothing!If it weren't for worrying about getting rid of the grass and frightening snakes, it attracted the attention of SHIELD.Taras wanted to interrupt the curly-haired man who had harmed his students, throw it into an iron bucket, pour cement, and sink into the Moskva River.Compared with the ruthless KGB people, the Red House's method of dealing with the enemy will only be more cruel and more direct."Forget one, you two... actually rolled together?"Taras was furious, unable to contain the anger in his heart.These are like two Chinese cabbages that I have grown so hard, but somehow they have been ruined by others, and they are still the kind of prostitutes!No one can bear it!"That **** kept showing that he was going to be drunk..."Claire feels wronged.She remembered that in the hotel room, that **** had two cups, she was already drunk and slurred, she was exactly the kind of rookie who didn't drink much.As a result, after one bottle dries, it still looks like that.The two bottles have bottomed out, still the same.Three or four bottles are filled...When the stock 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 female agent of the Red House who had received alcohol immunization training was abruptly lost to a clerical officer who looked like a rookie."The key is that he still throws out some important information from time to time, what is Superman's schedule, Superman's food preferences... In order to get more information, we can only continue to drink."Yegorova, code-named "Cardinal", gritted her teeth and said bitterly.Her extremely flexible waist is still a little sore.When I think of myself in bed, I am sometimes posed as S, sometimes as B, and unlocked in various postures.The female agent couldn't help feeling a little ashamed, her cheeks had an unnatural look."That's right! That **** named Clark Kent is not a rookie at all!"Claire is the same enemy, but those slender legs that can dance "Swan Lake" and "The Nutcracker" are slightly soft.It is true that the battle last night was too fierce.The **** opened his bow from left to right and drove two unrestrained horses, even showing a relaxed attitude.Alcohol is the devil that provokes desire, and this sentence is right.In the past, Claire could not be so indulgent."So, you rolled the sheets with the clerk and got nothing."Taras shook his head, very disappointed."Maybe, we can do everything we can and continue to develop the clerk."Yegorova made a suggestion."Heh, is it not enough to lose face once?"Taras vetoed it immediately, he never invested time and energy in worthless goals.Besides, the best students in the Red House are not so cheap.If it is spread out, wouldn't it be laughed at by others."I am 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, he picked up the phone on the desk."Call in Natasha."Within a few minutes, a slender girl with a ponytail walked in.Compared to the two fellow elder sisters, she looks a lot greener, like a flower bone flower that hasn't bloomed yet."You graduated early, Natasha."Taras said solemnly.The latter was slightly startled, with suspicion in his eyes.I was recruited into the red house not long after, so why did I graduate?The extremely harsh and cruel graduation exams in the legend have yet to be seen."I need you to approach someone."The girl took a file and opened it.The young face came into view, it was Superman."He will arrive in Moscow in three days."Taras thought, those two senior sisters who graduated early were too unreliable, and newcomers like Natasha might be more useful.At least, the latter would not 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 nestling with no predation experience."You don't need to be experienced, just be natural."Taras soothed.Sometimes the untrained ~www.novelhall.com~ is more effective than the professional.ordered the precautions, and Taras asked the girl to leave.Despite the discordant episode, the plan is still going on as usual.As for the curly-haired male clerk named Clark, wait until all the dust settles, and then do something."I must sink him into the Moskva River!"Taras thought so."This is how you deal with the Red House agent?"The Captain America who sneaked into Moscow, looking at the messy sheets, the carpet and the wine bottles scattered on the table, asked hesitantly.Luke, who fought hard all night, did not answer, and it was not a glorious thing that the dignified Director of Aegis and the Soviet female agents rolled the sheets."I paid a certain price and inquired about Bucky's whereabouts from their mouths."Luke turned the topic off, and under the influence of his "Poison Ivy Girl's Pheromone Perfume", even the top agents of the Red House had to take off guard."Oh, where is Bucky?"Sure enough, as long as he mentioned a good friend, Captain America's attention was immediately diverted, and he no longer thought 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 the situation of the Winter Soldier.
