Superman

Chapter 167-Paris nightlife, there is a big omen

The live broadcast is only the process of signing an agreement with Atlantis in the first hour.

The next two-hour meeting was about the distribution of benefits, resource exchange and other key programs, which were not made public.

The release may interfere with the good mood of the people of the world, as well as their glamorous longing and fantasy on the political surface.

After all, no one is willing to expose the true face of his robber in the eyes of the public.

Even the five major streams... the face of the permanent members of the council at this moment is indeed no different from the robbers-regardless of the country and civilization, it is essentially the relationship between the strong and the weak, and the interest relationship between exploitation and exploitation.

As long as it is a game, there will always be losers.

In the official rhetoric, the win-win situation mentioned.

In fact, it is more that the stronger side will win twice!

"This is the first day, and I feel like living a year."

Howard stepped down, like a general returning home in triumph.

He successfully got the technology he wanted from Atlantis.

In addition, it also uses its own profound professional knowledge and the genius brain of related majors to get the follow-up core content.

Facing aggressiveness, the gang of seamen kept throwing out various academic terms, and bombarding Howard, like Napoleon's army in the Battle of Waterloo, could only retreat and raise the white flag.

This result was completely in Luke's expectation.

At any rate, Howard is also a veteran who often goes in and out of the Pentagon, scorns Congressional wool, and deceives military funding.

It is not easy to deal with Atlantis, who has been in isolation for nearly ten thousand years and is not fully prepared.

"There are two days left."

Luke shrugged. Tomorrow is about the mutual circulation of trade channels, and the day after tomorrow is the negotiation and discussion of mutants.

"The day after tomorrow is an important occasion, I will chair the meeting."

Howard curled his lips. He had no interest in meetings except when he was speaking.

As a boss, there is always no way to appreciate the feelings of subordinates.

Unless he is also sitting underneath, listening to the boring and boring tirade.

"If there is nothing to do with me next, then can I sneak away, no one will find out anyway."

Howard is a person who can't sit still. He has already been out when he should show up. After that, the process is like a tool, sitting in a daze.

For him, this is undoubtedly a meaningless act that wastes life and time.

How can a genius waste extremely precious life and time in a daze!

"It's up to you, but it's the same sentence, you can play around, don't get any disease."

Luke is the focus of the audience, he can't follow Howard halfway.

"I see. Frankly speaking, the tone of your speech just reminded me of my dad."

Howard shrugged and said with some dissatisfaction.

At any rate, he is also recognized by New York as a wanderer and lover.

For so many years, the vertical and horizontal flowers have always adhered to the principle of Ningquewulan.

Never do things like hungry or not!

"I don't have a son like you."

Luke said lightly.

"Fak! That means I can't beat you!"

Howard, who was almost choked to death, clenched his fists, got up quietly with a depressed mood, and left quietly.

Because even if Luke didn't fight back, standing there, he might not be able to break the defense.

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Back at the Palace Hotel, Howard lay on the bed and fell asleep.

When the night came first, Howard stood up, only feeling energetic, as if he was resurrected with blood.

"The tired body finally got enough rest."

Howard called room service and ordered a great dinner.

After filling his stomach, he put on brand-new clothes and smeared his hair shiny.

Between the walks, there is a sorrowful temperament.

"Well, put on your shirt and set foot on the battlefield. Luke, who doesn't know how to enjoy life, is about to become a staid and boring person like Rogers."

Howard looked in the mirror and habitually stroked his mustache.

"It's time to experience the nightlife of Paris."

Howard, with his hands in his pockets, walked out of the hotel, and a cold wind hit him, causing him to shrink his neck.

Paris in this era is a veritable city that never sleeps, and it is the most enchanted place in Europe.

Since the end of World War II not long ago, those brothels next to each other, nightclubs one after another, still remain.

There are countless noisy and dirty low-end bars in the dark, narrow streets.

It can be said that when it comes to making fun, there is no better choice than Paris.

"Go to the Moulin Rouge."

Rich people like Howard will naturally not go to cheap, low-level brothels.

He got into the taxi and stated the location directly.

The driver who drove could not help but smiled knowingly, showing an expression that a man knew.

There are two most famous dance halls in Paris.

One is the Lido on the Champs Elysées, and the other is the Moulin Rouge in Montmartre in the north of the city.

This is where Howard wants to be a collection!

Compared to the Lido's Broadway style, he would like to see the local customs of France.

In about twenty minutes, the taxi stopped in the Montmartre neighborhood.

Howard paid the fare, looked up at the red mill on the roof with a large impeller, and said with emotion: "This is the nightlife."

After the war, due to the economic downturn in Paris, this romantic city fell into erosion.

In the middle of the night, you can often see men and women in the cold and humid alleys, whispering to each other, and then step into the darkness.

One is to provide financial assistance, and the other is to give physical comfort.

Very pure relationship.

What's more, play more unrestrainedly.

For example, those artists who are poor and lazy, but eager to succeed.

I have a little money in my pocket, and I often shoot directly regardless of the location.

Therefore, the newspaper said, "This is a city full of desires, and the bustling surface is full of sewage."

The description is in place!

"Mr., are you coming back for the first time?"

Before Howard went further, a man in a peaked cap stopped him.

"Do you want a film?"

what?

Selling film?

Howard was excited, waiting for the guide to find him, and suddenly felt dull.

As a veteran driver with rich practical experience, who still watches the movie!

"Sir, don't go! This is a good thing for Germans! You can't see it anywhere else..."

The man in the peaked cap stopped Howard again and opened the trench coat. There were blurry photos hung in it. The specific content was not suitable for children.

"Sir, you can come with me if you want to, and you can start with 30 people! Believe me, you will never be disappointed. Rommel also used them for pesticides and food in North Africa."

Howard froze for a moment, remembering the joke Luke had said before.

The high-ranking people of the Third Reich once secretly sought out people to make pornographic films, with a variety of people, groups, scenes, and scales that were extremely large.

In contrast, "The Roman Empire", "The Gatekeeper of the Night", and "Seriously Wounded in Love" are all pediatrics.

Later, Rommel established the African Legion, and these pornographic films were regarded as hard currency, and they exchanged necessities with the local indigenous people.

"I didn't expect Paris to have this thing too."

Howard moved inwardly, considering whether to store it.

When you are all right, you can learn posture and experience to improve your business level.

"Can I buy a copy?"

Howard drew out a few bills and stuffed them into the hands of the man in the peaked cap.

"The price is good, and it will be delivered to the Palace Hotel, uh, room 1024."

This is Luke's room number.

"The Palace Hotel...no problem!"

The man in the peaked cap was still a bit crooked, hearing Howard reported his position, instantly extinguished the small flame of greed.

That's the place to entertain foreign guests!

Can't afford it!

"Then, sir, do you lack a guide? I am familiar with this one, especially the dancers in the Moulin Rouge."

The man in the peaked cap was wink, knowing that Howard was a big man who had come to have fun, and quickly started pimping.

"It's just right, I'm missing...ss! What a big omen!"

Howard nodded happily and wanted to agree, but from the corner of his eyes he glanced at a passing black-robed woman.

The opponent is tall and wrapped tightly, but it is difficult to conceal the attractive curve.

Especially the pair of eye-catching, unusually obvious terrible omen.

It was shocking.

"Forget it, remember to send the copy to the hotel, and I will stroll around by myself."

Howard wiped off his hair and showed off his hitch-up skills.