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Chapter 125 The Compromise of the Red House

"Who are you guys..."

Taking aim at the large-caliber pistol suspended in the air, Taras raised his eyebrows and raised his hands, finally realizing that he had kicked on an iron plate 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 the area that the Soviet military is focusing on. If anything happens, The nearest Soviet military base nearby will send troops over."

"Soviet army?" The hooded young man smiled faintly, not at all afraid to stop because of this.

"How do I feel like I've seen you before?" Taras stared straight at him, frowning deeply, with an ominous premonition in his heart.

"Taras."

On Logan's shoulders, Natasha, who knew she was safe, blinked and said mockingly, "Fortunately, you are still a senior member of the Red House, and you are familiar with intelligence information from all over the world, but now even the man in front of you recognizes him." not come out."

Taras frowned and looked at the hooded young man headed by the three, trying to identify them from head to toe. It happened that the young man was facing the past. The half face covered by the hood was as handsome and cold as a knife, and his blue eyes were bright and confident. With indescribable majesty and oppression.

"Wait, you are..." He gasped as he recognized it, trembling all over his body, he was beyond horrified.

God!Why did that demon god come here? !

"Mr. Kyle, why did you come to our Soviet side? Prime Minister Stalin wanted to see you for a long time, and the US Foreign Ministry didn't notify you." Taras smiled bitterly, and cursed himself that he should have thought of it a long time ago. The man in front of her was the only one who made Natasha turn against the trend and ignore the military threat in the Soviet Union.

Meidi Kyle, a symbol of peace, a legendary figure who ended World War II, and a god-like superhero in the Americas!

"You should know that I'm retired from the US military, right? Now I'm only representing my personal position." Kyle said as he pulled down his hood to reveal his shining blond hair.

With a devilish smile on his face, he said: "During the war, your red house owed me a little something, and it would be a lot if you count the interest. If you don't mind, I can go to your base near here to sit down and talk slowly."

"I understand." Taras was dripping with cold sweat, and nodded heavily in agreement.

The moment he knew Kyle's identity, he knew that this matter was not something he could handle alone.

Deep in the mysterious area of ​​the wasteland, the base of the Soviet Red House.

"Officer Taras is back!"

The armed soldiers guarding the gate of the base were awe-inspiring, and were about to open the door to welcome them, but soon they were stunned in amazement.

I saw Talas, who was usually high-profile and arrogant, bowed his body, followed a young man with a lowered posture, and led him towards the gate of the base. Behind him was a little girl carrying a sword and an uncle carrying Natasha.

"What are you still doing?" Talas glared at the guard, wiped the cold sweat off his forehead with his sleeve, and said hastily: "Hurry up and open the door! And send someone to notify the high-level staff, saying that there is a 'distinguished guest' coming! There are important things to discuss in a meeting!!"

"Yes!" The guard responded quickly.

This is the first time that the Red House has entertained an uninvited guest. Most importantly, the other party's background is too big, and a bad one is a disaster enough to endanger national security.

Now that World War II has just ended, the heroes who symbolize peace have come to the door on their own initiative, causing everyone to panic, let alone the red room organization that knows it is wrong.

Kyle and the others sat down in the reception hall of the main building of the red house, and the next training agents were called to entertain them as servants.

Taras asked for 10 minutes of discussion time, entered the meeting room with the other two high-level officials of the Red House worriedly, and proceeded with closing the door on how to deal with this emergency.

"The Red House has not been noticed by outsiders for so many years, how did he find it?" Norris, who is the supreme leader of the Red House, asked.

"It's not important anymore." Taras held his head tightly and said irritably: "The important thing is that we offended Kyle with our sloppy mission before, and now he brought someone to the door to ask for a statement and the so-called debt."

"He said that he has retired now, and he only represents his personal position, which has not risen to the level of conflicts and disputes between countries."

"Isn't it enough for him alone?" Another executive of the Red House was very helpless, thinking: "If you can compromise and pay a price, resolve this matter peacefully, and ask him to leave the Soviet Union, that is the best thing this time." the result of."

It would be great if it could be resolved in a reasonable way, after all, no one wants to have a real fight with that man.

"The problem is. Kyle is very determined to take Natasha away now, and Natasha herself has betrayed the organization's promise. And there is..." Under the surprised gaze of the other two, Taras sighed and said: " He said that we should hand over the super agent's reagent formula."

"Absolutely impossible!" Norris and the executives of the Red House changed their complexions and refused in unison.

With a straight face, Norris said in a cold voice: "The super agent reagent formula is the foundation of our Red House's ability to produce top agents, and it is absolutely impossible to hand it over!"

"Of course I know this, but Kyle also said that if we don't come up with enough sincere items, he will destroy this place in 10 minutes... no, less than 5 minutes." Tara Stanley looked up at the clock, and finished the bitter speech of the message.

The executive of Hongfang opened his mouth wide and said hesitatingly: "Is this a negotiation? It's clearly a threat!"

"It's too crazy." Norris slammed his fist on the conference round table, and the dull sound echoed in the conference room.

Taras moved his mouth, but did not say a word.

That is, "the other party does have the capital and strength to threaten them." Needless to say, the three people who were able to sit in the top positions of the Red House actually knew it well.

After some more discussions, when Kyle left them with only 1 minute left, the three senior members of the Red House finally reached a compromise consensus:

First of all, Natasha the Black Widow can give up!no problem!

Secondly, the super agent reagent formula must not be compromised, otherwise it would rather fight to the death with the opponent - even if the red room base is sacrificed, it will not give the United States the ability to create super agents.

But in order to ensure that Kyle would best accept their compromise conditions and go back peacefully, the three of them added another thing to replace the super agent's potion formula.

Inside the reception hall of the main building.

Kyle sat calmly on the seat by the window. The red houses are all retro large bungalows, and the floor-to-ceiling curtains are all blood-red. Under the sunlight outside, the interior is full of red light.

Logan and Yutong, both of them had worry-free faces, as calm as if they were in their own manor.

Any one of the three of them could destroy the red house base.If the three of them come together, it will basically ensure that the other party has no chance of turning the tables.

That's what Kyle calls a quick fix, out in the day, done in the same day.

(End of this chapter)