Superman

The tall woman in black robe walked over, bringing a gust of fragrance.

The beautiful scenery, which is seen as a ridge and peaks, is like an attractive magnet, pulling Howard's sight.

He touched the shiny hair and smiled at the corners of his mouth.

He thought he was quite gracious and went forward, ready to start the prodigal mode of hitting up with her sister.

It’s just that the thought-provoking opening is still in his mouth. The black-robed woman with a particularly obvious figure and a particularly prominent curve suddenly stopped and took the initiative to smile at Howard: “Sir, what’s the matter with you?”

"Sorry, I think I may be lost and can't find my way."

Howard said sincerely.

Try to make this obvious excuse appear real.

He has already thought about the next question and answer session.

A bunch of earthy love words similar to "lost in your heart" are already ready.

"It seems that you are coming back to the Moulin Rouge for the first time."

The black-robed woman didn't answer the conversation, but instead of playing cards according to common sense, she said, "Mr., where are you going? I can be your guide."

This is all right?

Seeing that the other party offered to become a guide, Howard couldn't help but stunned.

Can all obvious botched lies deceive people?

Immediately, his face showed a confident smile.

Silently sighed inwardly--

My damn charm and nowhere to put it!

In Howard's eyes, it was obviously his unique and unique temperament that attracted the attention of the other party.

Otherwise, how could this black-robed woman with an exaggerated figure that makes people unable to move her eyes easily agree to be his guide.

"Yes, I am a tourist."

Howard behaved politely, alive as a wolf in sheep's clothing.

Trying to use such a disguise to deceive an ignorant girl, a young woman who has stumbled.

"The reputation of the Moulin Rouge is outstanding. I have a friend who happens to be very interested, but he is too busy with work and can't spare the time, so I can only visit him instead."

Howard spoke very calmly.

It seems that he is not interested in those beautiful dancers who are thin and translucent, draped in gorgeous feather services and metal pieces, and accompany the frenetic rhythm of music, twisting their hips and raising their thighs.

"That's really rare. Most men come to the Moulin Rouge for pleasure, and there are few honest people like you."

The black-robed woman raised her hand to cover her red lips and chuckled unexplainably.

Her tall figure, coupled with the pair of high-heeled leather boots, was almost equal to Howard.

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

Howard began to create personality, ready to show his humor, fresh and refined good side to the other party.

So as to impress your heart and complete the score!

"Interesting souls are one in a million, and you can't find them all over the place, but the beautiful skins are the same, there are so many."

Howard pondered, like a man with a story.

On the damp and cold Paris streets, there was lively music and lively shouts from the Moulin Rouge not far away.

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

In this situation, a man and a woman looked at each other and laughed at each other.

According to the eight o'clock file of dog blood of later generations, the next step should be emotional hugs, lingering kisses, and the camera keeps pulling up, giving the next episode preview.

"Howard--can I call you that?"

During the chat, the two walked out a distance unknowingly.

After a brief conversation, the black-robed woman already knew Howard's name and his job, a tobacco merchant.

Selling cigarettes that cause chronic death and destroy the body, when you think about it, in fact, it doesn't seem to be very different from a weapon that harvests life.

Anyway, in the United States, these two gadgets are legitimate commodities that can be put on the shelves in a grand manner.

"Of course, Rania."

Howard nodded gently.

The concealed sight passed quietly over the other side's violent omen.

It's like a dragonfly tapping the water and walking away.

"Why don't we find a quiet place, sit down and talk about... Michelangelo's sculpture art?"

Howard restrained his eagerness and rubbed his hands.

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

Otherwise, he is a standard engineer who has nothing to do with Sudoku, or think about the research and development of power armor. Isn't it more interesting than walking on the streets of Paris?

"Okay! I know there is a hotel nearby."

The black robe woman raised her mouth, seemingly happy, and nodded in agreement.

and many more!

So fast?

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

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

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

"Will it be too fast?"

Howard hesitated.

It feels like this is the rhythm of the speed of light.

As a prodigal son, Howard is generally used to walk the heart for a while, then go directly to the kidney.

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 showed a touch of charm.

During the walk, the omen of shaking up and down made Howard feel a little bit uncontrollable and dreamlike.

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

Howard tightened his trench coat and followed the steps of the black-robed woman into the dark night.

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"That bastard Howard!"

Luke, who returned to the hotel room, could not help cursing secretly when he saw the man in the peaked cap squatting outside the door holding a bunch of copies.

Even if this guy watches pornographic movies, he still wants to buy the copy for collection?

Even if you buy it back and collect it, let yourself pay for it?

Even if you help him pay the bill, you still want to slander your reputation?

"Unexpectedly, Lieutenant Cavill liked this tune."

Zheng Xian, who had been fishing and writing a review book all morning, saw the exposed photos on the copy and made two chuckles, making a disgusting expression "I didn't expect you to be this kind of person".

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

Luke glanced at the opponent and directly fought back: "I closed the door to see this, and do some traditional craftsmanship. This does not violate the rules of the Spear Bureau."

Zheng Xian turned around and left as if choked.

In fact, this is also a sugar-coated shell of capitalism.

Seeing it hurts the image of the organization, and it will also be labeled as "contradictory".

"The capitalist society is so sinister, there are temptations everywhere."

Zheng Xian returned to the room, sighing, and continued to write a review book.

"The guy who bought the movie with you, is he in the Moulin Rouge in Montmartre?"

The man in the peaked cap saw the Lieutenant General's epaulettes on Luke's military uniform and almost made his legs weak in fright.

While rejoicing that he hadn't made any crooked ideas, he answered honestly: "Yes. That gentleman was going to the Moulin Rouge... to visit the collection. Later, when he met a woman, he followed her."

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

Luke curled his lips and took over the copies that recorded the licentious scenes of the senior officers of the Third Reich.

As a lieutenant general of the Pentagon and the top leader of SHIELD, he has not been used to carrying banknotes 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 no longer worries about money and realizes his personal financial freedom.

"Paris is the home of vampires. I hope Howard, this guy, won't be so unlucky. He just happened to run into a vampire who came out looking for food."

Luke threw the copy on the sofa, his head resting on a soft and comfortable cushion.

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

They did have a glorious history for a period of time, until human guns blasted the gloomy castle.

The vampire relying on Duke Dracula was dragged down from the power pyramid.

This group of dark creatures once thought of uniting their dead opponent werewolves to come back.

Can face the order established by the three major temples, and the casserole-big fist of the Secret Magic Mage.

The vampires who thought they were elegant nobles decisively chose to obey their inner will and shrank in the corner honestly.

"It always feels wrong."

Luke closed his eyes and sorted out the details of the day's meeting.

After a brief review, he got up and stood at the window, overlooking Paris at his feet.

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

Luke couldn't help but feel a headache when thinking of that fellow Howard, luck seemed to have been bad.

The Moulin Rouge is a gathering place for three teachers and nine students. Except for tourists watching performances, old drivers for health care, various down-and-coming artists, and gangsters emerge in endlessly.

Luke opened the window and flew high into the sky.

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

Howard is usually a little confused, but his mind is still good at critical moments, and he belongs to the leader of the scientific research team of SHIELD.

In case the butterfly's wings flapped and accidentally took this guy away, by the way, it would take away Iron Man.

Master Gu Yi must restart the timeline!

"Let me see, whether that bastard is looking for fun, or is it unlucky and sad to meet the vampire who is looking for food."

The super vision covers 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, artillery shots of 18 prohibitions.

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

"found it."

In less than ten minutes, Luke was able to locate Howard's exact location.

This guy was lying on the bed with the key to the hotel shaking in his hand, humming a brisk little tune in his mouth.

The sound of water flowing in the bathroom, the surface of the frosted glass, outlines an extremely prominent astonishing curve.

"It looks like nothing."

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

"Unlucky Howard."

He said a little sympathetically.

Instead of rushing to save people, he quickly flew back to the hotel, holding a bowl of fruit and then flew back, and watched the live broadcast with ease.