Superman

Kremlin, music hall.

"Why choose Natasha?"

Yegorova picked up a glass of champagne and walked to Taras.

That's right, the spy chief also attended the welcome ceremony.

Rarely, the opponent took off the green military uniform and replaced it with a uniform full of medals.

With that unsmiling solemn face, it is quite a bit of iron-blooded soldier temperament.

Surrounding him are the foreign intelligence bureau, the KGB tycoon.

In the eyes of the outside world, they are the eagle dogs and minions of the Red Empire.

Responsible for removing those discordant noises and some dangerous elements from the team.

"She is very clean, regardless of her identity or background, or whatever."

Taras did not answer, but took out a pen and wrote the contents on the napkin.

Yegorova was taken aback for a moment, and then reacted.

She remembered it, in a secret meeting to make a plan for Superman.

The other party has mentioned that it is best not to communicate directly.

As a walking nuclear weapon, every country in the world has studied Superman.

His several battles in public, or the streaming video and text materials.

Demonstrating amazing defensive power, mobility that is difficult to capture with the naked eye, and extremely terrifying energy response.

This is the surface combat power.

And in other respects.

For example, in terms of physical fitness, hearing and vision, they are bound to far exceed human beings.

"Existing like Superman, even if we speak across the wall, he can hear it."

Taras was very cautious, not wanting to attract the other's attention.

"Senior people like you, as long as they appear in front of Superman, they will soon be exposed."

"The more clumsy chicks are, the more the eagle can relax its vigilance and neglect its guard."

Yegorova took a sip of mead and looked towards the bar on the edge of the dance floor, seemingly unwilling.

Young, tall, handsome, tough...

Those commendatory prefixes were put on top of Superman's head.

Make the man with a smile at the corner of his mouth appear so charming and so hard to resist.

Why is such a beautiful thing exclusive to that young girl?

Natasha can sleep to Superman, but she can only afford the curly male clerk.

Just thinking about it!

"Sir, please don't overlook an important issue."

Yegorova put down her wine glass and wrote two lines.

"Can you ensure Natasha's loyalty to the organization?"

Out of female intuition and perceptual way of thinking.

Yegorova thought that the nestling selected by Taras might not stand firmly on the side of the red house.

Thinking about it in another way, if you can get on with the relationship of Superman and become the other's lover, is it necessary to be subject to a spy agency?

"It's worthy of being the student I taught, who can take this level into consideration."

Taras first complimented and then continued: "What you think is what I want to see."

"The newcomers who have not received cruel training, the more likely they are to be manipulated by inner emotions and make some behaviors and decisions that are not in line with rational thinking."

"So, when the spy approaches the target and enters the target's life, it may be affected-this is normal."

"I've seen similar things happen many times, even spies fall in love with the target, and some betray the organization."

A gleam of cold flashed in Talas's eyes, with a cold smile like a vulture.

Yegorova was awe-inspiring, as an excellent student trained by the Red House.

Of course she knows those betrayers, and they often end up miserably.

"The reason why I like to see this kind of thing is because a performance in disguise always reveals flaws. Only true feelings can move people's hearts."

Taras smiled triumphantly, crumpled the densely packed napkin into a ball and stuffed it into his pocket.

He didn't think of Superman as an idiot who would be influenced by beauty.

The plan of the Red House is to build a bridge between Natasha and each other to communicate and talk.

Then go one step further and reach some kind of cooperation or exchange of benefits.

This is the true purpose of Hydra and Leviathan.

"Actually, sir."

Yegorova shook the glass, and suddenly pulled out another napkin, and wrote: "I think Natasha alone may not be able to fully attract Superman's interest."

"Red House doesn't know anything about his hobbies, whether there are any special hobbies."

"To make sure the plan goes smoothly, I volunteered to team up with Natasha..."

Talas' expression is stiff, is this the student he taught?

Can't you close your legs when you see Superman?

Simply vulgar!

"You should go to the curly male clerk."

The spy chief stood up and walked away.

With his serious research on Superman, and full understanding.

The other party shouldn't be a superficial person who is passionate about female sex and indulges in gentleness.

The love of men and women is at best a condiment for fun.

What you want to influence is simply a dream.

Sending out Natasha was just an attempt.

Even on the Hydra side, there is not much hope.

"If you send enough women, you will get a good impression of Superman, and I will have no problem sending the entire Red House out."

Taras thought silently.

"However, it is not possible."

In his opinion, if you pack Claire, Yegorova, Natasha and others together and offer them with both hands.

I'm afraid it will arouse the disgust of Superman, and the other party may regard it as an insult, which will cause anger.

Taras shook his head and walked out of the music hall.

I hope Natasha's performance tonight will satisfy Superman.

In this way, Superman can be satisfied with the Red House.

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...

"Kremlin" means "inner city" in Russian. It is located in the heart of Moscow and has a triangular shape. There are 18 towers scattered around the palace wall.

Among them, the most famous is the Tower of the Savior.

It is seventy-one meters high, with self-ringing bells installed on all sides, connected to the school clock of the observatory.

There is a red five-pointed star on the top, which was originally made of brass, and later to prevent rain and snow from corrosion, it was replaced by expensive rubies.

Every night, people can see the red five-pointed star on the tower of the savior, piercing the dark clouds.

It is like a lighthouse, guiding the direction.

"Captain America has appeared."

A generation of Zemo told the news to Baron Straker.

He put his arms around his chest and stood on the top floor of the Savior Tower, looking down at the Kremlin.

The bald baron helped his glasses and snorted coldly: "It's really hateful, because of the presence of Superman, Steve Rogers doesn't put Hydra in his eyes."

Captain America had lurked into Moscow before to inquire about Bucky.

It was later discovered by agents of the Red House and almost fell into the circle of Hydra.

However, it didn't take long before he came again.

And compared to the cautiousness before, this time is more high-profile.

"Provocation! This is Chi Guoguo's provocation!"

Baron Straker was a little dissatisfied. If he changed to the past, he would directly send the Winter Soldier to teach the other party a severe lesson.

The situation is different now.

As long as he thinks of Superman, he will greet each other not far from the tower of the savior, and talk to him.

Baron Strak felt uneasy, and his back became cold.

Who knows if the other party will suddenly smash through the tower, appear in front of him, blow his head with a punch.

This feeling of a sharp sword hanging above his head is really uncomfortable.

"The most dangerous place is often the safest place."

A generation of Zemo saw the thoughts of the Bald Baron and comforted: "Superman would not have thought that we are near him."

"Even if he can see and hear far, it's not a fixed-point surveillance."

"There are at least thousands of people in the Kremlin. Their conversations and footsteps are like the many channels of a radio, and we are just a grain of sand in a sea of ​​people, a tiny noise that is hard to detect."

Although Zemo said so, he subconsciously lowered his voice.

Baron Strak sat back in his chair, and after a moment of silence, he said: "Let Leviathan speed up the progress. If Superman can't be eliminated, he will always be the sword of Damocles hanging over the head of Hydra. "

"A'Nightingale' sent by the Red House approached Superman."

A generation of Zemo had contacted the spy leader Talas before and learned that the plan had already begun.

"Hydra needs to develop and it takes time."

Baron Straker sighed, and the Red Empire swaggered to stand tall in the world.

The foreseeable future will be a confrontation between the two superpowers.

A stalemate will create chaos and give birth to opportunities.

What Hydra is best at is to draw nourishment from disputes and conflicts and win victory.

This huge and secret organization inherited only power and conspiracy.

"By the way, Whitehall, and Mrs. Viper, do they have any news?"

Baron Straker asked suddenly.

Zemo shook his head.

Daniel Whitehall is an alien faction of Hydra.

Advocating to welcome back to the hive, as a god.

His base camp is in Southeast Asia, and he has a lot of connections with foreigners who have long disappeared.

And Mrs. Viper was active in the Pacific battlefield during World War II.

After the defeat of Neon Island Country, she also gathered forces.

The beautiful woman with a femme-like heart seemed to be proficient in black magic.

There is also a private relationship with the newly emerged hands-on meeting.

All in all, those who can become the leader in Hydra and control a faction are not good at all.

"No, they refuse to communicate."

Zemo replied.

There were many factions inside Hydra. When the Red Skull was still there, the others were not convinced and did not really recognize the other side's "leader" position.

Only seeing Red Skull embracing the thighs of the mustache head, and the momentum of the axis of evil is surging, which barely saves him face.

Later, the whereabouts of the Red Skull was unknown and he was suspected of being dead.

The Hydra forces that belonged to him were taken away by the Strategic Science Corps and integrated and digested.

Baron Straker also got a piece of cake to strengthen his faction.

He and Leviathan resolved their grievances, reached a deal, and hid in the Red Empire.

Considering the strength of Superman, the Bald Baron wanted to unite with other Hydra factions to form a huge whole and prepare for the reconstruction of the empire.

But the leaders of those factions don't seem to buy it.

"The mob! Short-sighted!"

Baron Straker scolded angrily.

If this continues, Hydra will exist in name only.

"The goals of each faction are not the same. Madame Viper is obsessed with poison and magic. Whitehall wants to welcome back the alien god, and your magnificent blueprint for your Lord Baron is to rebuild the Hydra Empire."

The generation of Zemo saw clearly that without sufficient strength or background, it was impossible for Baron Strak to integrate Hydra and twist it into a rope.

"Even if it is a deal, we still lack sufficient bargaining chips."

Bald Baron cleaned up his bad mood, he thought about it seriously, unless he hugged a thick thigh like a red skull, it would be impossible to integrate Hydra and merge the various factions into one.

The key is this thick thigh, where should I find it?

As his thoughts diverged, Baron Strak looked at the Kremlin's concert hall, and a bold idea inexplicably rose in his head.

"I must be crazy!"

He shook his head quickly and threw it off.

Let Superman lead the Hydra?

No one would believe this.

That was the supreme leader of SHIELD, the greatest hero who defeated the axis of evil and crushed the Berlin regime.

If Hydra is handed over to the opponent, can it still be a Hydra?