Superman

On the other side of the Tower of the Savior, Baron Strucker is considering whether to turn to the light and hug Superman's thigh.

On the side of the music hall, Luke also thought silently, what method should be used to bring Hydra back to S.H.I.E.L.D.

He had confessed to Dr. Zola a long time ago that he intended to join Hydra and become their leader.

Anyway, S.H.I.E.L.D. is a house with leaks on all sides. No matter how it is patched, Hydra will always infiltrate it.

It is better to avoid future troubles forever than to guard against thieves for a thousand days.

Completely wipe out Hydra?

This is impossible.

This group of people are like cockroaches that cannot be killed. When you find the first one, it means that countless ones have appeared.

Their ability to develop offline and expand scale is comparable to a certain sunshine project in China.

It is easy to gather a group of believers.

Whether it's the Mustache Head of State or the Red Skull, their rhetoric will never go out of style.

What blood supremacy theory, racial superiority theory.

And slogans like "In order to create a better future, Hydra decides to rule the world".

These days, there are always more fools than liars, and someone will always be fooled.

As we all know, if you want to completely exterminate a nest of cockroaches, without considering the consequences and costs, the best way is to blow up the house.

Therefore, unless Luke is determined to blow up the earth, he really has no confidence in killing Hydra.

He has always been reluctant to do time-consuming and labor-intensive things.

Besides, whether it's in comics or movies.

Hydra is always tenacious, dedicated, and working hard to play the role of villain, taking bento again and again.

It can't help but make people suspect that they are so active in doing things, they are defeated, and then they continue to do things, and they are defeated again in order to cheat.

"Your Excellency, what are you thinking?"

A soft voice sounded quietly, pulling back Luke's scattered thoughts.

He shook the glass of vodka in his hand, and turned his gaze back to the girl in front of him.

"Natasha, do you believe in luck?"

Luke took a sip of his spirits and asked suddenly.

Sitting opposite, Natasha, who was a little uneasy, froze for a moment.

Her little head was trying to recall the conversation skills taught by the instructor.

How to bring the topic to the aspects that Superman is interested in, and how to accurately express what you mean If you say bluntly, I want to have sex with you, it seems too vulgar and not reserved enough.

Moreover, from the perspective of male creatures, things that are too easy to get are often not cherished.

Because subconsciously, you will feel that there is not much value.

When a spy seduces a target, only the exchange of flesh and blood and power and sex will come up and do things with guns.

In other cases, it often takes several rounds of mutual testing, ambiguity, and release of signals.

Then, stepping on the accelerator, rushing directly to the high speed, and turning the ditch at a speed of [-] mph.

"luck?"

Natasha thought that she was just a new student, but she graduated early and became a spy close to Superman, her eyes were slightly dazed.

"Of course, Your Excellency General. If it wasn't for the favor of Lady Luck, why would I be sitting here next to you?"

While giving the answer, she also looked at Superman with admiring eyes.

The instructor of the Red House said, "A man can never resist a woman who adores him."

That will make the other party's heart extremely satisfied and produce a sense of accomplishment.

"I was born in Brooklyn, my father died in a gang fight and my mother died of tuberculosis."

Luke began to babble seriously.

Natasha believed it was true with his low tone and deep eyes that were indulging in memories.

This storytelling ability that comes from opening one's mouth is also thanks to the community platforms such as Wang Yiyun and Bihu in her previous life.

"That's terrible."

The female agent answered.

The eyes are just right, revealing a hint of distress and tenderness.

"When I was studying, I often got into fights, so I dropped out of school and followed my uncle to do some money-making work. To put it bluntly, it was running errands for gangsters."

Luke is totally into it, with a "I've got a story, do you have a drink" look.

"For someone like me, the future is predictable."

"Either my father died in a gang fight, or he was caught in jail and lost his chance to be a good person."

"Or, as a truck driver, with a low salary, repeating the same boring job."

"But I didn't become that person. Now I am sitting in the music hall of the Kremlin, being received by your head of state."

"Everyone here, they smile and show respect when they see me."

"Natasha, do you think this is something that good luck can do?"

Luke put down his glass and looked directly at each other.

Faced with such a situation, the inexperienced fledgling showed panic.

"There is never such a thing as luck. It's like you didn't appear here to wait for friends, nor did you sneak in with relatives from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs."

Luke's sharp tone lifted Natasha's disguise like a knife.

The chick was completely petrified, its beautiful eyes blinked, as if it had lost its ability to think.

In her body, she can't see the demeanor of the tenth-level agent of SHIELD and the veteran of the Avengers in the future.

"That's right. I, I'm here to get close to you."

Natasha took a sip of vodka for herself, and the alcohol seemed to make her head clearer.

The stumbling tone gradually became smoother.

"The reason? What are you going to get from me?"

Luke feigned curiosity.

"Women cling to the strong and worship the strong, do you need any reason, Your Excellency General?"

Natasha is so pitiful, her eyes sparkle.

No matter how hard the heart is, it will be melted when it meets such a lovely person.

But Luke won't.

Because he has no feelings.

"Nice answer."

Luke said inwardly.

Although this chick is not as powerful as the "Black Widow".

But she has shown enough potential and resilience at the level.

The game that was supposed to end was rounded up by Natasha's speech just now.

"I was born in a poor family, and only because of my good looks can I become a tool to cling to big shots."

Perhaps driven by Luke's superb acting skills, Natasha also began to enter the play.

"My biggest dream when I was a child was to be able to eat all the bread I could eat."

"The cruel life taught me that if you want to not go hungry and live a good life, you have to cling to a big tree like a vine."

"Your Excellency, you are the most powerful, most powerful, and most reliable towering tree I have ever seen."

The weak eyes, the expression of self-pity and self-pity, matched with a youthful face, but the glamorous outline can already be seen.

If the target is replaced by someone else, it will be a lore.

Because in World War II, the German army caused great damage to the Soviet Union.

The army that drove straight in looted nearly 6 cities and workers' residential areas, destroyed more than [-] miles of railways, nearly [-] state-owned farms, and nearly [-] collective farms.

The huge economic losses can reach 7000 billion rubles in pre-war prices.

Coupled with the population consumed in the war, the progress of the Red Empire was not smooth.

At least in terms of living standards, there has not been an extremely significant improvement.

We live a collective life, and the supply of food and daily necessities is often tense.

Therefore, it is reasonable for Natasha to say the above words.

Tragic life experience, coupled with beautiful appearance.

It can completely impress men with a hard heart and make them feel the urge to care.

"I almost believed it."

Luke thought with satisfaction.

He saw a good seed for an agent.

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"Take me to meet the people in the red house."

Luke stretched out his hand to lift Natasha's chin. This is the end of tonight's drama, and it's time to meet the real master behind the scenes.

"I forgot to say, I can hear your heartbeat, even your pulse. In front of a human lie detector, your lies are not perfect."

Chapter 299 Strange Hobbies, Idiots

The dance in the music hall is over, after the participants leave.

Natasha opened the door and got into the black car parked outside the Kremlin.

This is a brand new "Volga" just assembled from the Gorky Automobile Factory a few days ago.

It has smooth lines and unique decorations, which fully embodies the unique industrial aesthetics of the Soviets.

Volga was once hailed as "the advanced car of socialism" and "the pride of Soviet industry", and then it was widely used as an official car.

It was once imported to the Celestial Dynasty and became a special vehicle for state leaders.

On the surface of this black car, there is also the sword and shield badge of the KGB.

Although Taras is the manager of the Red House, the top of Leviathan.

However, according to the professional habits of the spy chief.

If you go out to walk the rivers and lakes, you must wear a vest.

Talas has always used the identity of the KGB to act. Except for a few core senior officials in the intelligence department, basically no one has heard of the name "Leviathan".

It is like a ghost hiding inside the red empire, silently nibbling away power and penetrating the center.

"Is that what Superman told you?"

Taras frowned, the development of the matter was somewhat unexpected.

In the prepared script, at this time, Superman should take Natasha into his senior suite, and then start a passionate night of gunfire.

The other party can discover Natasha's identity, but it shouldn't be now.

Only by entering the body can we understand the heart.

After just chatting for a while, Superman identified Natasha's identity and bluntly said that he wanted to meet him.

This is very wrong.

Rao, Talas had a sullen and paralyzed face, showing neither emotion nor anger.