Superman

A few days later.

Superman arrives in Moscow.

His arrival.

Focused on the eyes of the world.

The welcome ceremony was arranged in the concert hall of the Kremlin.

As one of the most influential figures in the world, Luke held a polite handshake and cordial greetings with Joseph Vissarionovich-Father under the eyes of everyone.

This scene was frozen by the camera and became a historic moment.

"Welcome to Moscow."

This sentence is already the second time Luke has heard.

Only last time, he was the clerk Clark Kent, an ordinary curly man.

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

The two identities are not the same.

"I am also very happy to set foot on this land."

Luke showed kindness.

He has taken off the glasses and threw them to Captain America.

The opponent became the clerk Clark Kent, his entourage.

From height to posture, they are all the same, just in time for identity replacement.

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

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

The two female agents who received Superman were still the two female agents who had a close relationship with Luke.

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

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

After all, sleeping for the clerk is a blood loss.

Maybe roll onto Superman's bed, that's blood.

"Your Excellency, we are here."

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

For Luke, who has explored the depths and tastes, he can completely ignore this inadvertent act of releasing charm.

He Shiran stepped off the black car and stood on the Troitsk Bridge.

The former convenience is the Kremlin, which is connected to the Red Square in the southeast direction.

There are towers towering around, like rolling hills.

To the west is the mausoleum of a great man. After his death, he was hailed as a great mentor and spiritual leader, and he 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 tomb.

The leaders who dominate the destiny of the Red Empire and determine the direction of the Red Empire will sleep by his side.

Luke did not enter the Kremlin directly. He first stopped in front of the mausoleum of the great men and then went around the Red Square.

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

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

It seems that the capitals of the East and West camps have suffered such disasters.

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

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

Yegorova had to remind Luke aloud when she saw Luke's full swing.

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

Leviathan’s Red House also made perfect preparations for this welcome ceremony.

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

Therefore, the Red House wants to take another approach.

"Then ask Ms. Yegorova to take me over."

Luke withdrew his super vision. He just wanted to try and see if he could spot the whereabouts of Hydra.

Those villains always like to arrange their bases under magnificent buildings.

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

Otherwise, the game can end early.

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

Luke asked suddenly before getting into the car.

Yegorova was taken aback and moved her gaze quickly, reducing her gritted expression of resentment.

She was just a little annoyed, how did this curly-haired man do it, rolling over the sheets with herself, and still pretending to be nonchalant, with an indifferent expression.

It's like nothing happened!

"What a complete bastard."

Yegorova cursed secretly, and then she showed a charming smile like her face changed.

"I seem to have seen the clerk of the General's Lord somewhere, and I feel a little familiar."

Luke smiled, patted Rogers on the shoulder, and said, "He is the first to come back to Moscow. Madam, you probably admitted wrong."

The two men talked and laughed, but the Captain America wearing those "Clark Kent glasses" looked dumbfounded and had no idea what happened.

Twenty minutes later, Luke took his entourage into the Kremlin.

On the watchtower, the two-headed eagle symbolizing the authority of the tsar has been removed.

Instead, a red five-pointed star.

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

In World War II, in order to prevent German bombing.

The Soviets painted the huge complex of 28 hectares in camouflage and covered it with rain cloth.

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

After several towering, towering towers, Luke came to the concert hall.

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

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

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

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

Not only to be responsible for applause, but also to deal with the greetings of politicians.

The dialogue is always full of temptations, hints and coaxing.

Fortunately, after the performance, it was the dance.

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

"I hope you can spend a pleasant evening."

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

"I have sneaked into Moscow and the news of sneaking into the Kremlin spread."

Captain America posing as a clerk whispered.

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

Following Rogers' sight, Luke saw Claire and Yegorova.

He coughed twice and whispered: "Maybe I am in love with you. I heard that women in Moscow are actually more enthusiastic than hot girls in Las Vegas-as long as you can open their hard shell and warmth like A cold heart like a snowfield in Siberia."

Captain America didn't believe it.

He looked in the mirror.

Wearing glasses, he is nothing more than an ordinary curly man.

"Will Hydra send Bucky over?"

Rogers asked nervously.

"It is not ruled out that there is such a possibility. The villain likes to see a positive person like you most, fighting against each other and fighting against each other."

Luke smiled. He held Captain America's shoulders and calmed down: "Relax, Steve."

"Try to make yourself look like a normal person, drink a few glasses of vodka, find a girl to do a dance-I won't tell Margaret."

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 figure seemed a little nervous, sipping her wine continuously.

"Then can I be lucky enough to know your name?"

Luke acted like a common hitchhiker.

It seemed that after the Red House gave out two female agents for nothing, the spy leader Taras was not reconciled, and sent another rookie student who had not graduated.

"Natasha. You can call me Natasha."

The girl stumblingly replied after drinking a glass of wine.