Superman

The Washington metropolitan area is most famous for its various private clubs.

Like some veteran clubs, sea, land, and air clubs, cigar clubs... either under the official name, or under a variety of tall names.

Most of them are used for interpersonal communication in small circles, so the threshold for joining is very high. Unless you have a familiar referrer or submit an application, you will not even be able to enter the main entrance.

In the final analysis, the reason for the popularity of clubs is that the upper echelons of the United States advocate elite culture.

They copied all the private clubs and salons of the nobles in 17th century Europe.

Through the form of clubs, elites from different circles are brought together.

And with the high-end consumption and lifestyle that only a few people can enjoy, most people are turned away.

For example, golf clubs, sailing clubs, etc.

These have strict requirements on income, occupation and consumption levels.

"Just stop here."

Luke snapped his fingers, and the black car slowly slowed down and stopped in the bustling area.

This is a bar street in the metropolitan area, where many jazz groups gather, and many well-known singers have walked out.

"bar?"

Fury glanced outside, wondering to himself.

The dignified lieutenant general, the head of Aegis, how could it be possible to come out to go shopping!

"The nightlife has just begun, and it must be when they are coming out."

Luke's eyes flashed and he thought silently.

There are several interesting streets in Washington, DC.

For example, Pennsylvania Avenue is a fixed parade location for various civil organizations and trade unions.

If there is a strike or trouble, it will definitely start from this street.

Because Pennsylvania Avenue is an important commuting route, it can lead directly to the White House and the Capitol.

In addition, there is K Street, a famous "lobby street" in later generations.

It gathers a large number of think tanks, public relations companies and international headquarters.

People like the World Bank and the International Monetary Fund have settled here.

If Wall Street in New York is the international financial center, then K Street in Washington, DC is the international political center.

Every presidential election is a multi-party game between the PR company and the capital group behind it.

"It's really lively."

Luke got out of the car. This fascinating street was called "U Street".

The most popular bars in the metropolitan area, as well as the most popular bands, are all here.

He glanced over at random and could see a long line.

Basically, they were all dressed up sexy girls, as well as young guys wearing colorful wigs that made them look like killing Matt.

"Director Cavill is a music fan in private?"

As the driver, Fury got out of the car consciously.

Generally speaking, he should also act as a bodyguard.

However, considering the strength of the head of the bureau, if he is in danger, it is not certain who will protect who.

"Don't get me wrong, Agent Fury, where we are going is the club opposite."

Luke deliberately changed into a suit today instead of wearing a military uniform.

Coupled with Nick Fury who haunts at night and is almost invisible, it is a bit like a common combination of young rich and black bodyguards.

"Wine Club?"

Fury glanced at the shiny billboard, which was a goblet outlined with colored lights, and there was a sign saying "No Entry" was placed at the door.

"Fry, I said before, I hope you have strong enough psychological quality. Because tonight, you will see a...more real world."

Luke fiddled with his hair a few times, made a bunch of sexy curls, and then took a pair of glasses from his pocket.

"Clark Kent's Glasses", a reward from the mutant camp mission.

As long as you wear it, you can turn yourself into a sunny and handsome tall reporter image.

It's a disguise weapon!

"Cavil... Chief?"

Fury stared at Luke, whose image had changed drastically, with shocked eyes.

The originally slightly stern young face was replaced by a gentle, sunny curly man!

"This is just a trivial camouflage technique."

Fortunately, Luke's voice remained the same, without much change.

"It's like a big change!"

This made Ferry, who was frightened, spent a few seconds calming down.

With such superb camouflage technology, he still said "insignificant", and Director Cavill was really humble.

It feels like there is no makeup at all, just putting on the pair of glasses, the whole person's looks and temperament are different.

"Go in, Fury."

Luke swaggered in and walked in.

Then, he was stopped without surprise.

"This is a private club and does not entertain any guests other than non-members."

The strong bodyguard stopped the intruder, his attitude was fairly polite.

It may be seeing Luke's valuable handmade custom suit, and the entourage who followed—the one who has been more popular these days, either a liar or a rich man.

"I was recommended by Mr. John Stillman."

Luke held the face of the Metropolitan reporter, leaned forward, and said in a low voice.

At the same time, he took out his membership card from his pocket and handed it to the bodyguard.

"Director Cavill really made a thorough preparation."

Ferry breathed a sigh of relief. He thought that after Luke was stopped, he would take off his glasses and forcibly break in.

At that time, the scene will probably be extremely bloody.

Regarding the legendary experience of the superman lieutenant general, many of them have killed the enemy camp guards and completed the amazing deeds.

Therefore, it is not surprising that Nick Fury will have this idea.

"I heard that there is a wine tasting tonight?"

Luke skillfully used his fingers to tuck a few banknotes into the pocket of the bodyguard.

"Yes. It was hosted by Mr. Guettaro and several guests were invited."

After checking the membership card, the bodyguard put Luke in.

The members of this wine club are high-ranking people from Washington, DC, and they attach great importance to the confidentiality of personal information.

Luke can name John Stillman, the White House chief of staff.

With the membership card in his hand, it is enough to gain the trust of the bodyguard.

"Still the same place, second floor?"

Luke glanced at it intentionally or unintentionally, as if he was quite familiar with the layout of the building, and directly pointed out the usual meeting place.

"Of course. Always."

The bodyguard nodded.

"I need to bring him in, shouldn't it be a problem?"

Luke beckoned to Fury, the bodyguard did not stop him, just a reminder--

"The entourage must wait in the reception room and cannot participate in the party."

Entering the main entrance and going up the side stairs, Luke looked at the environment casually, the decoration was typical of Gothic.

The complicated and exaggerated decorations and lines, the brighter colors, reveal the fine beauty.

It's exactly the favorite set of vampires.

"Agent Fury, don't be afraid of anything you see later."

Luke walked across the corridor, stepped on the soft carpet, and walked outside a thick door.

"Director, I have been on the battlefield and worked as an agent. No matter what happens, I will not be afraid!"

Nick Fury showed a brave side. He thinks he is also someone who has seen the big scene.

The flesh and blood trenches filled with corpses on the battlefield, the steel tanks armed with machine guns, are like bombers roaring with death...

Surviving from such a dangerous environment is a matter of courage and luck in itself.

"That's good."

Bang!

Luke opened the door gently.

The "wine tasting" that had already started was presented to the two of them.

A girl's body that had lost its vitality was placed naked on the long table.

There was a blood line on the wrist, and the red liquid that had lost heat followed the wound and quickly dripped into a goblet.

The abdomen and chest seemed to have been cut open by the doctor with a sharp scalpel. Several small silver bowls filled the blood essence.

The group of people sitting around the long table, the distinguished members of the Wine Club, dressed in well-dressed clothes and spoke full of grace.

But everyone's mouth was stained with a trace of blood.

"Do you see it, this is the so-called beast in clothing."

Luke shrugged helplessly. If he could come half an hour earlier, he might be able to save the innocent girl.

It's a pity that when he appeared outside the gate of the club, the opponent's living body had become cold.

"The so-called tasting is to learn from vampires and do such despicable deeds?"

Luke's appearance made the hall suddenly quiet.

Those people looked at the intrusive curly man with strange eyes.

"who are you?"

The middle-aged man sitting in the chief asked as usual.

The party in the wine club is quite secretive, and it is impossible for outsiders to pass the bodyguard and appear here.

"My name is Clark Kent and I am the number one reporter for the Daily Horn, a fighter for justice who is ready to expose your ugly face!"

Luke opened his mouth to make the group of Hagui tribes sitting in a circle, and Nick Fury behind him, listened for a moment.

"Another fool who can't see the situation clearly."

The middle-aged man waved his hand, pressed the bell on the table, and called the bodyguard downstairs.

He thought it was a government agent, or a secret investigator.

What big waves can a little reporter make?

The middle-aged man didn't bother to do it himself, so he called the bodyguard to deal with it.

Looking at Luke standing at the door and Nick Fury following behind him, he said: "Shove this reporter into the trunk and see that he is so young that he can be tasted tomorrow as the'red wine'."

"As for that nigger, throw it into a tin bucket, pour cement, and throw it into the river."

The middle-aged man grinned and saw two sharp teeth faintly.

"Vampires engage in racism? You have no future in this way, because it is not politically correct."

Luke didn't expect the vampires of North America to look down on blacks and didn't even want to suck blood.

The vampire family in Europe is not so picky.

The middle-aged man ignored the little reporter's talk, and a group of bodyguards of five big and three rough men went up the stairs aggressively.

The gunpoint of the black hole was aimed at Luke and Nick Fury, and the bodyguard guarding the door said in a panic: "Sorry, Mr. Guettaro!"

"He said he knew Mr. John Stillman and his membership card, so I let him in!"

The middle-aged man named Guettaro glared at each other coldly, pretending to be generous: "People always make mistakes. This is nothing, but you must know how to make up for your mistakes."

"These two people interrupted the wine tasting and damaged everyone's interest, making this high-end red wine miss the most suitable tasting time."

"So, get rid of that nigger and send the other one to the freezer."

The bodyguard nodded repeatedly and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

Because of the silencer, the bullet shot out of the muzzle without making a popping sound.

After the next second, there was no scene of Nick Fury falling to the ground.

"well."

Luke spread out his palms calmly, and the shriveled bullet fell.

"You now constitute multiple crimes such as attacking S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, shooting innocent people, and wanting to harm an army lieutenant general, trying to illegally detain his personal freedom, and posing a great threat to his life."

"So next, it's time for me to defend myself."