I Am In Marvel

"Who are you guys..."

Aiming at the large-caliber pistol suspended in the air, Taras raised his hands with raised eyebrows, and finally realized that he was kicking on the iron plate this time.

He looked at Natasha on Logan's shoulder unwillingly, and said calmly in a slow tone: "No matter what, you can't take our people away. This is the focus area of ​​the Soviet military. Once something happens, The nearest Soviet military base in the vicinity will send troops there.”

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

"Where do I feel I've seen you?" Taras stared straight at him, his brows furrowed, and an ominous premonition surged in his heart.

"Talas."

On Logan's shoulders, Natasha, who knew she was safe, blinked and said sarcastically, "Thanks 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 it. Can't come out."

Taras frowned and looked at the hooded youth headed by the three of them. He tried hard to identify it from head to toe. It just so happened that the young man looked directly at him. The half of his face hidden by the hood was as handsome and cold as a knife, and his blue eyes were confident and bright. With unspeakable majesty and oppression.

"Wait, you are..." He gasped for breath as he recognized it, his whole body trembled, and his horror was beyond added.

God! How did that demon god come here? !

"Mr. Kyle, why did you come to our Soviet Union? Prime Minister Stalin wanted to see you a long time ago, and the US Foreign Office didn't notify you." Taras smiled bitterly, scolding himself that he should have thought of it earlier It was only the man in front of Natasha who made Natasha defect and ignore the military threat in the Soviet Union.

Meridian Kyle, a symbol of peace, a legend who ended World War II, and the Americas are proclaimed as a god-like superhero!

"You should know that I retired from the U.S. military, right? It's just a personal stand now." Kyle said, pulling down his hood to reveal his shining blonde hair.

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

"I understand." Taras, dripping with cold sweat, 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 Soviet red house base.

"Sir Talas 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 they were stunned in surprise.

I saw Taras, who was usually high-profile and arrogant, bowed his body, followed a young man with a low posture, and led him to the entrance of the base, followed by the little girl with a sword and the uncle carrying Natasha.

"What are you still doing?" Taras glared at the guard, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with his sleeve, and said hurriedly, "Don't open the door quickly! And send someone to notify the high-level personnel, saying that there is a 'VIP' coming! There is something important to discuss!!"

"Yes!" The guard responded quickly.

This is the first time that the Red House has entertained uninvited guests. The most important thing is that the background of the other party is too big, and a bad event is a disaster that can endanger national security.

Now that World War II has just ended, the hero of the symbol of peace has taken the initiative to come to the door, making everyone panic, let alone the Red Room organization that knows its right.

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 over by the group as servants to entertain them.

Taras asked for ten minutes of discussion time, and entered the conference room with the other two senior members of the Red House worriedly, 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?" asked Norris, the supreme leader of the Red House.

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

"He said that he has retired now, only representing his personal position, and did not rise to the contradictions and disputes between countries."

"Just him alone, isn't it enough?" Another Red Room executive was helpless and thought: "If you can compromise and pay a little price, resolve this matter peacefully and ask him to leave the Soviet Union, that would be the best this time. the result of."

A reasonable solution is naturally the best, after all, no one wants to really fight with that man.

"The problem is. Kyle is now very determined to take Natasha away, and Natasha herself has betrayed the organization's promise. And..." Under the surprised gazes of the other two, Taras sighed and said: " He said we're going to hand over the reagent equation for the super-agent."

"Absolutely impossible!" Norris and the Red Room executives' faces changed drastically, and they refused in unison.

Norris said with a stern face, "The super agent reagent equation is the foundation of our red house's ability to create top agents, and it is 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 ten minutes... no, in less than five minutes." Tara Si looked up at the clock and finished the bitter speech of the message.

The Red Room executive opened his mouth and said hesitantly, "Is this a negotiation? It's clearly a threat!"

"It's crazy." Norris hit the conference table with a punch, and a dull sound echoed in the conference room.

Taras moved his mouth, but didn't say a word.

That is, "the other party does have the capital and strength to threaten them." Needless to say, the three people who can sit in the high-level positions of the red house actually know it well.

After another discussion, when Kyle left them with only one minute left, the three senior members of the Red House finally reached a compromise consensus:

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

Secondly, the super agent's reagent equation must not give in, otherwise, he would rather fight with the other side to break the net. Even if the Red Room base is damaged and sacrificed, it will not give the US imperialists the ability to create super agents.

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

Inside the reception hall of the main building.

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

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

The three of them, any one of them, can destroy the red house base. If the three of them come together, it will basically ensure that the other party does not have even a little chance to come back.

This is what Kyle calls a quick fix, go out the same day, and finish the day.