Superman

"Mr. Clark Kent, welcome to Moscow."

A few days later, Luke walked out of Domodedovo International Airport, the receptionist said.

That's right, he wore those "Clark Kent glasses" and automatically formed a brand new image that pretended to be a tall, sunny-looking man with a bunch of curly hair.

The current identity is Superman's clerk.

"Beautiful lady, what should I call you?"

He grandly arrived in Moscow, the capital, and Captain America as a teammate.

Because that face is too ostentatious, coupled with the extremely conspicuous American buttocks and exaggerated chest muscles.

We can only sneak in secretly and wait for the rendezvous.

"Dominika Egorova."

The blond woman gave her name.

She is tall and beautiful.

There is a mature style in every gesture.

"Hello, Ms. Egorova."

Luke took a quick glance at the mature lady who came to receive her, wearing a beige windbreaker and a winter hat, with blond hair and snow-skinned skin, she was extremely charming.

"I don't know if it belongs to the Red House or the KGB?"

The moment Ms. Egorova appeared, he realized that she was not an ordinary person.

No matter how disguised it is, as long as it is trained, it will leave traces.

Therefore, Ms. Egorova has too many flaws in front of Luke who has super vision.

The extremely flexible and delicate body, the fit and powerful limbs, all of which cannot be hidden from his eyes.

"You can call me by my first name without any suffixes."

Yegorova smiled sweetly and opened the door for Lukla.

"Okay. Nice to meet you."

Luke got in the car, nodding with a smile.

"Who is this?"

Leaning in the back seat, he discovered that the driver was also a woman.

Compared with Yegorova, the other party seemed a little more mature.

There is a charming charm in the eyebrows and eyes.

Like a ripe peach, people can't help but want to take a bite and taste the sweet and full juice.

hiss!

Something is not right!

Luke's heart skipped a beat. What's wrong with his disguise?

He was in Moscow, and as soon as he got off the plane, he was followed by two beautiful spies.

Excuse me, what kind of experience is this?

Wait online, hurry!

"I'm just an ordinary clerk."

If Luke used his real identity, it would be normal for the Red House and the KGB to call more than 200 beauties.

But he is currently Clark Kent, a curly-haired man who is a little handsome.

There is no need to pay such a big price, right?

"Hello, Mr. Kent."

The female driver's eyes flickered, as if electrified, numb.

This is the beauty of a mature woman. It only takes one look to make someone harden slightly to show respect.

Luke is an old driver who has seen big scenes and is proficient in various postures. He did not show a gaffe, and asked calmly: "Before I came to Moscow, everyone said that the most beautiful scenery in this city is in the Kremlin and Art Street. .”

"Looking at it now, that's not the case. I don't really believe that those two places can be more charming than the two ladies sitting in the car."

The female driver covered her mouth with a smile and gave her name.

"Claire Wayan, you can call me Claire."

She winked at Luke with a playful look.

After chatting on the road, Luke probably figured out the identities of the two ladies who were traveling with him on the surface.

The charming Claire is a ballet dancer and a well-known collector in the world.

Her husband, a pilot, was killed in a rocket test.

In this Red Square meeting, Claire was the organizer and was in charge of the reception, so that's why Luke was the driver.

And Yegorova's backing is even more remarkable.

Her uncle worked for the Foreign Intelligence Service, studied piano at St. Petersburg State University, gave several concerts,

"It feels like the routine of the red house."

While chatting and laughing, Luke secretly slandered.

This chance encounter is like a tailor-made script by Taras.

Before he left for Moscow, S.H.I.E.L.D. had put all known information about the Red House on the table in the director's office.

One of the most impressive is the spy chief Taras.

This guy calls himself a "director" and writes a "script" every time he strikes a target.

In his words, it can better adjust the emotions of animals and let them walk into the trap by themselves.

"But shouldn't Taras' target be Superman?"

Luke was puzzled.

Against Superman, what about Clark Kent?

The two ladies sitting in the car did not look like "Nightingale" spies that could be cultivated casually.

Conversational temperament, appearance and appearance, all belong to the top choice.

Isn't it a bit of a fuss to use these two dangerous bullets coated with sugar to deal with a clerk?

While his thoughts were floating, Luke arrived at the hotel where he was staying.

Before he could say goodbye and bid farewell, the two accompanying ladies stood on the left and right sides.

"The reception team also lives here, Yegorova and I will take you to the reserved room."

Claire brushed her long hair, took Luke's arm and walked inside.

Yegorova followed suit, with a faint smile on her face.

The group of three attracted a lot of attention, including envy, surprise, and speculation.

"This is simply Chi Guoguo's seduction."

Luke was a little speechless, and began to consider whether to be Liu Xiahui, who was still in his arms, or to keep himself and eat the sugar coating.

Although the purpose of this trip is to integrate Hydra and rescue Bucky by the way.

But some wonderful encounters happened during the journey, which is also acceptable and reasonable.

"Have a sweet dream, Mr. Kent."

Holding the elevator straight up to the 22nd floor, he walked all the way to the door of the room.

The two overly enthusiastic and beautiful ladies finally stopped.

One was leaning against the wall, with his hands behind his back, and his beautiful legs in stockings were gently touching the carpet.

A beautiful eye blinked, as if releasing some kind of signal.

Who can resist this?

Luke is determined to sacrifice himself to feed the tiger.

"In order to find out about Bucky's whereabouts, there is always a price to pay."

He said so to himself.

"Ladies, would you like to come into the room for a cup of coffee? Or vodka? I just came to Moscow and I don't know any friends."

Luke offered the invitation directly.

When men and women from all over the world plan to have in-depth exchanges.

A common opening line is "would you like to come over to my house and do it", or "come to my room for a cup of coffee".

This is a relatively straightforward invitation with no technical content.

It's just that Luke tried his best to act like a rookie, his eyes dodged, and he seemed embarrassed.

Perhaps it was a side effect of the glasses that the two female spies who had received professional training from the Red House were actually tricked.

They laughed secretly in their hearts. It had been a long time since they had encountered such a cute person.

Recalling what the instructor Taras said, in order to complete the task, you must use any means.

The two felt that dealing with this young rookie who had just arrived.

They don't even need to sacrifice beauty, just give a little sweetness.

The other party will tell everything they know.

"Egorova, what do you think?"

As a mature woman, Claire did not agree directly, but kicked the problem to her teammates.

Before getting into the topic, it is necessary to whet the appetite of men and arouse their inner restlessness.

Only in this way can we take the initiative and be more likely to achieve our goals.

"Mr. Kent looks a little nervous, I think I should have a chat with him."

Yegorova walked slowly into the room, twisting her waist.

Claire pretended to hesitate and waited for a few seconds before following.

"Thank you for your kindness."

Luke turned on the heating and lights, and the spacious and comfortable suite quickly warmed up.

He stumbled and took out a bottle of vodka from the liquor cabinet and started pouring wine for the two ladies.

A trace of contempt flashed across the latter's eyes.

They didn't know how many times they encountered this routine of getting drunk with alcohol and then doing whatever they wanted.

Alcohol immunization is included in the training courses of the Red House.

Not to mention a bottle of vodka, Claire and Egorova would not be at all drunk even if they poured more spirits.

"Get this guy drunk and throw it to the KGB."

"When necessary, you can give him some sweetness and let him voluntarily become the eyeliner of the Red House."

The two female spies looked at each other inadvertently, exchanging ideas just through their eyes.

From their point of view, everything is under control.

Chapter 294 I was sent to the door by being prostituted for nothing

"This is the most shameful action in the history of the Red House!"

In the office the next afternoon, Taras went into a rage, his roar shaking the entire floor.

The instructors who were in a hurry and the students who were training hard raised their heads one after another, with a hint of shock in their eyes.

Yelling, this is an extremely rare gaffe for Taras, who is not expressive.