Superman

silently feeling in my heart

My damned fascination with nowhere to go!

In Howard's own opinion, it is obviously his unique and unique temperament that has attracted the attention of the other party.

Otherwise, how could this woman in a black robe who was so exaggerated that people couldn't take their eyes off her easily agree to be his guide.

"Yes, I am a tourist."

Howard behaved politely, just like a wolf in sheep's clothing.

Trying to use such a disguise to deceive ignorant girls and young women who have stumbled.

"The Moulin Rouge has a great reputation. I have a friend who happens to be very interested in it, but he is too busy with work to spare time, so I can only let me visit it instead of him."

Howard said it very frankly.

It seemed that he was not at all interested in those beautiful dancers with thin and bright upper bodies, wearing gorgeous feathers and metal pieces, twisting their hips and lifting their thighs with the crazy music rhythm.

"That's a rare thing. Most men come to the Moulin Rouge for pleasure. There are very few men of your integrity."

The woman in the black robe raised her hand to cover her red lips, and let out a chuckle of unknown meaning.

Her tall figure, coupled with those high-heeled leather boots, can almost be on the same level as Howard.

"Thank you for the compliment. I prefer an interesting soul to a vulgar appearance."

Howard began to create a character design, ready to show the other party his humorous, fresh and refined side.

So as to impress the heart and complete the score!

"Interesting souls are one in a million, and you can't find them everywhere, but the good-looking skins are the same, and there are many."

Howard pondered, like a man with a story.

In the wet and cold streets of Paris, brisk music and lively shouts came from the Moulin Rouge not far away.

Colorful lights are hung on the large rotating impeller, revealing an ambiguous and bright light.

In this situation, a man and a woman look at each other and laugh at each other.

According to the bloody eight o'clock file of the later generations, the next step should be emotional hugs, lingering kisses, and the camera is constantly zooming up, giving a preview of the next episode.

"Howard can I call you that?"

During the chat, the two unknowingly stepped out of a certain distance.

After a short conversation, the woman in black robe already knew Howard's name and his job as a tobacco merchant.

Selling cigarettes that make people die slowly and destroy the body, after thinking about it, actually seems to be no different from weapons that harvest life.

Anyway, in the United States, these two things are legal commodities that can be placed on the shelves with dignity.

"Of course, Rania."

Howard nodded gently.

The concealed sight quietly passed over the other party's ominous omen.

Just like a dragonfly touches water, just touch it and go away.

"Shall we find a quiet place to sit down and talk about Michelangelo's sculpture art?"

Howard restrained his urgency, rubbed his hands together and said.

Talking about life ideals, poetry and songs, increasing mutual feelings, just to achieve the last step.

Otherwise, he is a standard science and engineering man, playing Sudoku games when he has nothing to do, or thinking about the research and development of power armor, isn't it more interesting than walking on the streets of Paris?

"Yes! I know there's an inn near by."

The corners of the black-robed woman's lips curled up, as if she was in a happy mood, she nodded in agreement.

and many more!

So fast?

Howard, who was used to seeing all kinds of scenes in and out of Fengyue places, was still a little shocked.

What he meant just now was to find a coffee shop or a quiet tavern to sit for a while.

Who knew that the other party was more straightforward than himself, and asked to go to the hotel.

"Could it be a little too fast?"

Howard hesitated.

It feels like this is the rhythm of hitting the base at the speed of light.

As a vagabond, Howard is usually used to taking care of his heart for a while, and then going straight to his kidneys.

After all, a little emotional foreplay can facilitate in-depth communication later.

"Don't you want to go? Just have a cup of coffee together, nothing else."

The black-robed woman who claimed to be Rania exuded a charming charm.

While walking, the omen of shaking up and down made Howard couldn't help but think about it.

"You've said that. As a gentleman, it's really hard to refuse a lady's invitation."

Howard tightened his windbreaker, followed the steps of the woman in black, and walked into the dark night.

"That bastard Howard!"

Luke, who returned to the hotel room, saw the man in the peaked cap crouching outside the door holding a bunch of copies, and couldn't help cursing secretly.

This guy is fine with watching pornographic movies, but he still has to buy copies for his collection?

Buy it back and keep it as a collection, but let yourself pay for him?

It's fine to pay his bills, but you still have to slander your own reputation?

"I didn't expect Lieutenant General Carville to like this tone."

Zheng Xian, who had spent the whole morning fishing and writing the review, saw the exposed photos on the copy, clicked his tongue twice, and made a disgusted expression of "I didn't expect you to be this kind of person".

"Do you need me to send a copy to Director Zheng Xian?"

Luke glanced at the other party, and directly fought back: "Look at this behind closed doors, and do some traditional handicraft work. This will not violate the regulations of the Spear Bureau."

Zheng Xian seemed to be choking, secretly saddened, turned and left.

In fact, this is also a sugar-coated cannonball belonging to capitalism.

Seeing it will damage the image of the organization, and it will be labeled as "immoral".

"The society of capitalists is really dangerous, and there are temptations everywhere."

Zheng Xian returned to the room, sighing with emotion while continuing to write the self-criticism.

"The guy who bought you the film, is he at the Moulin Rouge in the Montmartre neighborhood?"

The man in the peaked cap saw the lieutenant general's epaulets on Luke's military uniform, and his legs were almost weak from fright.

While rejoicing that he didn't have any wrong ideas, he answered honestly: "Yes. That gentleman was going to visit the Moulin Rouge to collect folk songs, but he met a woman and followed her."

"Put your things down and go downstairs to find my driver to collect the money."

Luke pouted, and took the copies that recorded the lewd scenes of senior officers of the Third Reich.

As a lieutenant general in the Pentagon and the top leader of S.H.I.E.L.D., he is used to not having money on his body for a long time.

Food, clothing, housing and transportation are all arranged by the military.

In addition, Skynet's mobile phone sales are good, and the market is gradually expanding.

Very early on, Luke never had to worry about money anymore and realized his personal financial freedom.

"Paris is the lair of vampires. I hope Howard won't be so unlucky to meet a vampire that came out to look for food."

Luke casually tossed the copy onto the couch, his head resting on the soft and comfortable cushion.

On the European continent, creatures such as vampires and werewolves have always been active.

They did have a period of glorious history, until the guns of men broke the shadowy castle.

The vampire, who relied on Grand Duke Dracula, was dragged down from the pyramid of power.

This group of dark creatures once thought of uniting with their rival werewolves to make a comeback.

But in the face of the order established by the three major temples, and the casserole-sized fist of the mystic mage.

The vampires, who considered themselves elegant and noble, resolutely chose to obey their inner will, and shrank obediently in the corner.

"It always feels wrong."

Luke closed his eyes, sorting out the details of the day's meeting.

After a brief review, he got up and stood in front of the window, overlooking Paris below.

Super vision is like a sharp sword, piercing the dark night and giving a panoramic view of the surrounding streets.

Thinking of that guy Howard, his luck seems to have been bad all the time, and Luke couldn't help but have a headache.

The Moulin Rouge is a gathering place of all kinds of religions, except for tourists watching performances, old drivers of health care, all kinds of down-and-out artists, and gangsters emerge in endlessly.

Luke pushed open the window and flew high into the air.

After a few breaths, we arrived at the Moulin Rouge.

Howard is usually a little out of tune, but his brain is still good at critical moments, and he belongs to the leader of the S.H.I.E.L.D. scientific research team.

In case the butterfly's wings fluttered, this guy was accidentally lost, and Iron Man was also lost by the way.

Ancient One Mage probably needs to restart the timeline!

"Let me see, is that bastard looking for fun, or is it unlucky to meet a vampire looking for food."

Super vision covered the entire Montmartre neighborhood, and a large number of images flooded into my mind and were quickly screened out.

Among them, most of them are some unsightly scenes of the Eighteen Prohibition scenes, which are full of gunfire.

The people of Paris are still open enough, and the nightlife is quite rich.

"found it."

It took less than 10 minutes for Luke to locate Howard's exact location.

Dangling the hotel key in his hand, the guy was lying on the bed humming a light tune.

There was the sound of water flowing in the bathroom, and the surface of the frosted glass outlined an extremely prominent and amazing curve.

"It looks fine."

Luke frowned, and found that the woman in the hotel room had an extremely slow heartbeat, and there seemed to be something wrong with the biomagnetic field emanating from her body.

"Unlucky Howard."

He said something sympathetic.

Instead of rushing to save people, he quickly flew back to the hotel, flew back with a bowl of fruit, and watched the live broadcast in a relaxed manner.

Chapter 167? Don't come here, I regret it now

Howard was in the hotel, lying on the big bed, humming a little tune with a little excitement in his heart.

Tonight, sure to have a great time!

He glanced at the seductive figure projected on the frosted glass, and couldn't help it, his pants moved.

"Luke, if he knew that I could spend the night with such a sexy stunner, he would definitely express his envy. Hehehe"

Howard let out a smug laugh, and quickly took off his upper body clothes.

"Girls in Paris are direct enough and open enough! I love this city to death!"

He didn't expect that Rania was a passionate girl in her heart, and she offered to open a room in the hotel.

Said to come up to drink a cup of coffee to warm up the body.

But there wasn't even a coffee pot in the room.

Obviously the ulterior motive is not in the wine!

"I'm still very attractive, but I usually stay in the laboratory, and the bastard Luke is too good, covering up my own brilliance."