Superman

But now, he is one of the most powerful and powerful people on this planet.

The two identities are not the same.

"I'm also excited to set foot on this land."

Luke showed a good-natured attitude.

He's already taken off the glasses and tossed them to Captain America.

The other party became Clerk Clark Kent, his own entourage.

From height to body shape, they are all about the same, just in time to replace their identities.

Speaking of which, the effect of this pair of glasses is better than any camouflage technology.

As long as you put it on, Captain America's exaggerated chest muscles and America's buttocks are all covered up.

The reception of Superman was still the two female agents who had a hit with Luke.

They obviously didn't recognize the young lieutenant general in front of them, the bastard curly-haired man who tricked themselves into bed.

If they knew, the two female agents would probably be ecstatic.

After all, sleeping with the clerk is equal to a blood loss.

Possibly rolled into Superman's bed, that's blood money.

"Your Excellency, we have arrived."

Yegorova, who was in charge of the reception, chatted about her hair and smiled beautifully.

For Luke, who has already explored the depth and tasted the taste, he can completely ignore this inadvertent act of releasing charm.

He hurriedly got out of the black car and stood on the Troitsk Bridge.

The Kremlin is conveniently in front of it, and it is connected to the Red Square in the southeast.

Surrounded by towers towering like rolling hills.

On the west side is the mausoleum of a great man who was hailed as a great teacher and spiritual leader after his death, and was regarded by the people as the founder of the Republic during his lifetime.

His name is Vladimir Ilyich Ulyanov.

In a few decades, there will be many more tombstones next to his mausoleum.

Those leaders who ruled the fate of the Red Empire and determined the direction of the Red Empire will be buried beside him forever.

Luke did not directly enter the Kremlin. He first stopped in front of the tomb of the great man to pay his respects, and then circled the Red Square.

The latter is the oldest square in Moscow and has experienced two fires.

Napoleon's army once set fire here, intending to burn Moscow to the ground.

It seems that the capitals of the eastern and western camps have all suffered this kind of catastrophe.

The White House was also burned, but the murderer was replaced by a British.

"Your Excellency, the welcome ceremony is about to begin."

Yegorova saw that Luke's interest was getting stronger, so she had to remind her aloud.

The group of people standing at the top of the national power pyramid are all waiting for Superman.

Leviathan's red house also made complete preparations for this welcome ceremony.

Most people recognize the reality that it is impossible to defeat Superman by force.

So the Red House wanted to go the other way.

"Then ask Madame Egorova to take me there."

Luke withdrew his super vision, he just wanted to try to see if he could find the whereabouts of Hydra.

Those villain organizations always like to arrange their bases under magnificent buildings.

It's a pity that Baron Strucker doesn't have this hobby.

Otherwise, this game can also end early.

"By the way, ma'am. Why are you staring at my clerk? Is his charm that has nowhere to be placed attracted you?"

Before getting into the car, Luke suddenly asked.

Yegorova was startled, and quickly shifted her gaze, restraining her gnashing of teeth in resentment.

She was just a little annoyed, how did this curly-haired man manage to roll over the sheets with her and still pretend to be nonchalant, with a calm expression on his face.

It's like nothing ever happened!

"What a total jerk."

Yegorova cursed secretly, and then showed a charming smile as if changing her face.

"I seem to have seen the clerk of Your Excellency General somewhere, and it feels a little familiar."

Luke smiled, patted Rogers on the shoulder, and said, "It's his first time back to Moscow. Ms., you probably misunderstood."

The two were talking and laughing, but Captain America, who was wearing the "Clark Kent Glasses", looked dazed, completely unaware of what had happened.

Ten minutes later, Luke entered the Kremlin with his entourage.

On the watchtower, the double-headed eagle, which symbolized the authority of the tsar, has been removed.

Instead, a red five-pointed star.

Don't look at the Kremlin is now resplendent and colorful.

During World War II, in order to prevent the German bombing.

The Soviets painted all the huge buildings covering an area of ​​28 hectares with camouflage colors and covered them with raincloths.

It was not changed back until the end of the war.

Passing several tall, majestic towers, Luke came to the music hall.

The welcome ceremony in this year is still very simple, not as many tricks as later.

After all the personnel were in place, Luke sat under the stage with a group of national dignitaries.

It's like watching the Spring Festival Gala, enjoying the wonderful performances one after another.

To be honest, this is actually a bit boring to him.

Not only have to be responsible for applauding, but also have to deal with the small talk of politicians.

The dialogue is always full of various temptations, hints and solicitations.

Fortunately, after the performance, there will be a dance session.

There is a beautiful rhythm flowing in the concert hall, and the soothing rhythm beats gently, arousing people's emotions.

"Hope you had a good night."

After saying this, the elderly Comrade Joseph Vissarionovich left the concert hall and handed over the stage to others.

"I've spread the word that I've infiltrated Moscow, that I've infiltrated the Kremlin."

Captain America, who pretended to be a clerk, whispered.

"By the way, why do those two ladies keep staring at me like I owe them a lot of money?"

Following Rogers' line of sight, Luke saw Claire and Egorova.

He coughed twice, and said softly: "Maybe I've fallen in love with you. I heard that the women in Moscow are actually more enthusiastic than the hot girls in Las Vegas, as long as you can open their hard shell, and like the Siberian snowfield Cold heart."

Captain America looked disbelieving.

He looked in the mirror.

With glasses on, he is just an ordinary curly-haired man.

"Will Hydra send Bucky?"

Rogers asked nervously.

"I can't rule out the possibility. The villain likes to see a positive person like you, fighting with old friends and fighting each other."

Luke smiled. He pressed Captain America's shoulder and comforted him, "Take it easy, Steve."

"Try to look like a normal person, drink a few glasses of vodka, and find a girl to dance to. I won't tell Margery."

After speaking, Luke, who was the focus of the audience, walked straight to the bar on the edge of the dance floor.

"Can I sit here?"

he asked very gentlemanly.

"can."

The girl with a slender back seemed a little nervous, and kept sipping her wine.

"Then may I have the honor of knowing your name?"

Luke acts like a regular pick-up guy.

It seems that after the red house gave away two female agents for nothing, the spy chief Taras was not reconciled, and sent another rookie student who had not yet graduated.

"Natasha. You can call me Natasha."

After drinking a glass of wine, the girl stumbled and replied.

Chapter 297 The chick is in the arms, and the action is integrated

Kremlin, Music Hall.

"Why did you choose Natasha?"

Yegorova picked up a glass of champagne and walked slowly to Taras.

Yes, the spy chief was also present at the welcome ceremony.

The other party took off the army green uniform in a rare way, and changed into a military uniform full of medals.

With that unsmiling and serious face, he has the temperament of an iron-blooded soldier.

Surrounding him are all bigwigs from the Foreign Intelligence Service and the KGB.

In the eyes of the outside world, they are the eagle dogs and minions of the Red Empire.

Responsible for removing those discordant noises and some dangerous elements from the team.

"She is very clean, regardless of her identity or background."

Taras did not answer, but took out a pen and wrote on the napkin.

Yegorova was taken aback for a moment, and then came to her senses.

She remembered, at the secret meeting to make plans for Superman.

The other party once mentioned that it is best not to communicate directly.

As a walking nuclear weapon, superman has been studied by countries all over the world.

He fought several times in public, or in the videos and written materials that flowed out.

It showed astonishing defense power, movement ability that is difficult to detect with the naked eye, and extremely terrifying energy response.

This is superficial combat power.

And in other ways.

For example, in terms of various physical qualities, hearing, vision, etc., they must also far surpass humans.

"Existence like Superman, even if we talk through the wall, he can hear it."

Taras was cautious and didn't want to attract the other party's attention.

"A veteran like you, as long as you appear in front of Superman, you will be exposed soon."

"The clumsier the chick, the more the eagle can relax its vigilance."

Egorova took a sip of the mead, and looked towards the bar on the edge of the dance floor, seemingly unwilling.

young, tall, handsome, tough

Those prefixes full of praise are placed on top of Superman's head.