Taras was extremely confident about this. He stepped forward and was about to take Natasha back to the Red House Organization.
"Natasha, you look really ugly now."
At this moment, a cold and calm voice suddenly sounded from behind. Natasha heard this familiar male voice and tried to open her eyes wide. A glimmer of hope appeared in her empty pupils again.
Taras turned around in surprise. Behind him, on the vast frozen wilderness, a strange group of a girl, a young man and an old man were walking. The old man had a cool head of short hair, and both the girl and the young man were wearing hooded tops that covered most of their faces.
"Residents nearby? Don't you know that this is a restricted area under military blockade?" Taras asked coldly, pulling out a large-caliber pistol from his waist with his left hand. Although there were three people on the other side, he also possessed the top human physique of a super agent, so there was no reason to be afraid.
But the hooded young man in the lead didn't even look at him. His eyes fell on Emily and he said slowly, "Don't lie on the ground and pretend to be dead. Last time you escaped from the battleship, you also lost more than a dozen of my soldiers. I haven't settled the score with you yet."
"That was all done by other agents in the Red Room. It has nothing to do with me." Natasha explained weakly, her body still lying on the ground in a mess, and she couldn't help laughing as she spoke.
She asked, "Does what you said last time about asking me to join you still count?"
"Okay." The hooded young man nodded and gave a simple response.
But just one word was enough to change Natasha's current situation. She took a deep breath, narrowed her eyes and said, "Then take me away from here."
"Logan, go and bring her over." The hooded young man ordered. The short-haired uncle next to him immediately ignored Taras with a gun and quickly approached Natasha.
"You, do you think I don't exist?!" Taras was shocked and angry. From beginning to end, the three people who suddenly appeared never looked at him directly!
Now he has even reached a verbal agreement with Natasha to take away the top agents trained by the Red House directly in front of him!
Taras first stared at Logan who was approaching, raised the large-caliber pistol in his hand, and said coldly: "If you take another step forward, I will shoot!"
Logan ignored Taras's advance, which made Taras' forehead bulge with anger. He pointed the gun and pulled the trigger.
Taras soon realized that something was wrong - no matter how hard he tried, the trigger of the pistol seemed to be restrained by a force and he could not press it down to fire the gun.
"Boss, I haven't told you to move yet."
Next to the hooded young man, the petite girl looked at Taras coldly, her eyes slightly glowing with silver light.
Taras's face changed, and the pistol in his hand flew out of his hand, suspended in the air, with the muzzle pointing back at its owner.
At this time, Logan, without anyone stopping him, had already walked up to Natasha, grabbed it with one hand and easily carried it on his shoulder.
Successfully recovered, a black widow.
Chapter 125 The Compromise of the Red House
"Who are you..."
Aiming at the large-caliber pistol suspended in the air, Taras raised his hands with a raised eyebrow, finally realizing that he had hit a wall this time.
He looked at Natasha on Logan's shoulder unwillingly, and said in a calm tone, "No matter what, you can't take our people away. This is an area that the Soviet military focuses on. If anything happens, the nearest Soviet military base will send troops here."
"Soviet army?" The hooded young man smiled faintly, not afraid to stop at all.
"Why do I feel like I've seen you somewhere before?" Taras stared at him, his brows deeply furrowed, with an ominous premonition in his heart.
"Taras."
Natasha, who was on Logan's shoulder and knew she was safe, blinked and said sarcastically, "You are a senior staff member of the Red Room and are familiar with intelligence information from all over the world, but now you can't even recognize the man in front of you."
Taras frowned and looked at the hooded young man who was the leader of the three men, trying to identify him from head to toe. Just then the young man looked straight at him, and the half of his face covered by the hood was as handsome and cold as a knife, with confident and bright blue eyes, revealing an indescribable majesty and oppression.
"Wait, you are..." He gasped as he recognized it, his whole body shaking, and he was horrified beyond words.
Oh my god! Why did that evil demon come here? !
"Mr. Kyle, why did you come to our Soviet Union? Premier Stalin has wanted to meet you for a long time, but the US State Department didn't even notify us." Taras smiled bitterly and cursed himself for thinking of it earlier. The only person who could make Natasha change sides and ignore the military threats on Soviet soil was the man in front of him.
Kyle, the American symbol of peace, is a legendary figure who ended World War II and is promoted as a god-like superhero in America!
"You should know that I'm retired from the United States Military. Now I'm just speaking for myself." Kyle said as he pulled down his hood, revealing his shining golden hair.
With a devilish smile on his face, he said, "During the war, you Red House owed me something. It's quite a bit including the interest. If you don't mind, I can go to your base near here and sit down and talk slowly."
"I understand." Taras was sweating profusely and nodded heavily in agreement.
The moment he knew Kyle's identity, he realized that this was not something he could handle alone.
Deep in the mysterious area of the wilderness, the Soviet Red House base.
"Commander Taras is back!"
The armed soldiers guarding the gate of the base were solemn and were about to open the door to welcome them, but soon they were stunned in shock and confusion.
Taras, who was usually high-profile and arrogant, was seen bending his body and following a young man with a low profile, leading him to the entrance of the base. Behind him were a little girl with a sword on her back and an uncle carrying Natasha.
"What are you still standing there for?" Taras glared at the guard, wiped the sweat off his forehead with his sleeve, and said hastily, "Hurry up and open the door! And send someone to notify the senior staff that a 'distinguished guest' has arrived! There is an important matter to be discussed in a meeting!!"
"Yes!" the guard responded quickly.
This was the first time that the Red House had hosted an unexpected guest. The most important thing was that the other party was too powerful. If things went wrong, it could turn out to be a catastrophic event that could endanger national security.
World War II has just ended not long ago, and the hero, the symbol of peace, has come to the door on his own initiative. Everyone would be nervous when he was called, let alone the Red Room Organization which knew it was in the wrong.
Kyle and the others sat down in the reception hall of the main building of the Red House. The next batch of training agents were collectively called over and entertained as servants.
Taras requested ten minutes of discussion time, and walked into the conference room with the other two senior Red House officials anxiously, and discussed behind closed doors how to deal with this emergency.
"The Red House has not been discovered by outsiders for so many years. How did he find it?" asked Norris, the supreme leader of the Red House.
"It doesn't matter anymore." Taras held his head tightly and said irritably, "What matters is that our careless mission offended Kyle before, and now he has brought people to our door to demand an explanation and the so-called debt."
"He said that he has retired now and that he only expressed his personal opinion, and that it has not risen to the level of a conflict between countries."
"Isn't it enough for him alone?" Another Red Room executive was helpless and thought: "If we can compromise and pay a price, resolve this matter peacefully, and ask him to leave the Soviet Union, that would be the best outcome this time."
It would be best if the problem could be solved reasonably, after all, no one wants to actually fight with that man.
"The problem is. Kyle is now determined to take Natasha away, and Natasha herself has betrayed the organization and agreed. And..." Under the surprised gaze of the other two, Taras sighed and said, "He said that he wants us to hand over the reagent formula of the super agent."
"Absolutely not!" Norris and the Red Room executives' faces changed drastically and they refused in unison.
Norris said coldly with a straight face: "The super agent reagent equation is the foundation of our Red House's ability to produce top agents. We will never hand it over!"
"Of course I know this, but Kyle also said that if we don't bring out items that are sincere enough, he will destroy this place in ten minutes... no, in less than five minutes." Taras looked up at the clock and said bitterly after finishing his message.
The Red Room executive opened his mouth wide and stammered, "How can this be a negotiation? This is clearly a threat!"
"Too rampant." Norris punched the round conference table to vent his anger, and the dull sound echoed in the conference room.
Taras moved his lips but said nothing.