Superman

On the side of the savior tower, Baron Straker was considering whether to abandon the dark and hug the thigh of Superman.

On the side of the music hall, Luke also silently thought about how to bring Hydra back to SHIELD.

He had confessed to Dr. Zola a long time ago that he planned to join Hydra and then become their leader.

Anyway, S.H.I.E.L.D. is a house with air leaks on all sides, no matter how you sew it, Hydra will always infiltrate it.

Rather than guard against thieves for a thousand days, it is better to avoid future troubles.

Exterminate Hydra completely?

This is impossible.

These people are like cockroaches that can't be killed. When you find the first one, it means that there have been countless ones.

Their ability to develop offline and expand their scale is comparable to a certain sunshine project in the celestial dynasty.

It is easy to gather a group of believers.

Whether it's the mustache head or the red skull, their skills will never go out of style.

What kind of ancestry theory, the superiority of race.

And propaganda slogans like "In order to create a better future, Hydra decides to rule the world."

These days, there will always be more fools than liars, and there will always be people fooled.

As we all know, if you want to completely exterminate a colony of cockroaches, without considering the consequences and cost, the best way is to blow up the house.

Therefore, unless Luke lays down his heart to explode the earth, he really has no confidence in killing the Hydra.

He is always reluctant to do things that are time-consuming and laborious.

Besides, whether it is in comics or movies.

Hydra is always tenacious, dedicated, and working hard to act as a villain, receiving lunch after lunch.

It can't help but make people wonder that they are doing things so actively, being defeated, and then continuing to do things, and then being defeated...in fact, they are just to cheat.

"Your Excellency, what are you thinking about?"

The soft voice sounded quietly, pulling back Luke's divergent thoughts.

He shook the glass of vodka in his hand, and his eyes returned to the girl in front of him.

"Natasha, do you believe in luck?"

Luke took a sip of strong wine and asked suddenly.

Sitting on the opposite side, Natasha, who was a little uneasy, froze for a moment.

Her little head is trying to recall the conversation skills taught by the instructor.

How to bring the topic to the aspect of Superman’s interest, how to accurately express what I mean--if straightforwardly speaking, I want to go to bed with you, it would seem too vulgar and not reserved enough.

Moreover, from the perspective of male creatures, things that are too easy to get are often not cherished.

Because subconsciously, you will feel that there is not much value.

When spies seduce a target, only skin and flesh trades, power and sex exchanges will come up and carry out the gun.

In other situations, it often takes several rounds of mutual trial and ambiguity to release signals.

Then, step on the accelerator, rush directly to the high speed, and drain the ditch at a speed of 200 miles.

"luck?"

Natasha thought that she was just a new student, and she graduated early and became a spy approaching Superman, her eyes trembled a little.

"Of course, the general. If it were not for the favor of the goddess of luck, how could I sit here, sitting next to you."

While giving the answer, she also looked at Superman with admiring eyes.

The instructor of the Red House once said, "A man can never resist a woman who worships him."

That will make the other person's heart extremely satisfied and produce a sense of accomplishment.

"I was born in Brooklyn, my father died of gang fighting, and my mother died of tuberculosis."

Luke started talking nonsense seriously.

The deep tone and the deep eyes indulging in memories made Natasha believe it.

This ability to compose stories that came out of my mouth is also thanks to community platforms such as past lives mixed on the Internet, Yiyun and Bihu.

"That's really bad."

The female agent answered.

The eyes are just right, showing a trace of distress and softness.

"When I was studying, I often fought with people, so I dropped out of school and followed my uncle to do some money-making work-to put it bluntly, it was to run errands for the gang."

Luke was completely involved in the play, acting like "I have a story, do you have a drink?"

"For someone like me, the future is foreseeable."

"Either like my father, he died in a gang fight, or he was caught in jail and lost the opportunity to be a good person."

"Or, be a truck driver, with a low salary, and repeat the same boring job."

"But I have not become that kind of person. I am sitting in the music hall of the Kremlin and accepted by your head of state."

"Everyone here, they all smile and show respect when they see me."

"Natasha, do you think this is something good luck can do?"

Luke put down his glass and looked directly at him.

The inexperienced chicks, faced with such a situation, are not surprisingly panicked.

"There has never been so-called luck. It's like you appear here, not waiting for friends, nor are you coming in with relatives from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs."

Luke's sharp tone opened up Natasha's disguise like a knife.

The nestling was completely stunned, and the beautiful eyes blinked, as if losing the ability to think.

In her, she couldn't see the demeanor of the tenth-level agent of S.H.I.

"Yes. I, I'm here to approach you."

Natasha took a sip of vodka to herself, and the alcohol seemed to make her head more sober.

The stumbling tone gradually became smoother.

"The reason? Are you going to get anything from me?"

Luke pretended to be curious.

"Does it take any reason for a woman to cling to the strong and worship the strong, General?"

Natasha was pitiful, her eyes sparkling.

No matter how hard the heart is, it will be melted when it meets such a lovely person.

But Luke won't.

Because he has no feelings.

"Nice answer."

Luke said from the bottom of his heart.

Although this young bird is not as powerful as "Black Widow".

But she has shown enough potential and resilience on the level line.

The game that was originally declared over was turned around by Natasha Shijae's speech.

"I was born in a poor family, and only because I look good can I become a tool for clinging to big people."

Perhaps driven by Luke's superb acting skills, Natasha also began to play.

"My biggest dream when I was a child was to be able to eat bread all I want."

"The cruel life taught me that if I don't want to go hungry, if I want to live a good life, I have to cling to a big tree like a vine."

"Your Excellency, you are the most powerful, powerful, and most reliable'towering tree' I have ever seen."

The weak eyes, self-pity expression, with a touch of green, but the beautiful outline of the face can be seen.

If you change the goal to someone else, this will be a lore.

Because in World War II, the German army caused great damage to the Soviet Union.

The army, which drove straight in, ransacked nearly 2,000 cities and workers’ residential areas, destroyed more than 60,000 miles of railways, nearly 2,000 state-owned farms, and nearly 100,000 collective farms.

The huge economic loss, calculated at pre-war prices, can reach 700 billion rubles.

Coupled with the population consumed in the war, the progress of this red empire was not smooth.

At least in terms of living standards, there has not been an extremely significant improvement.

Everyone leads a collective life, and the supply of food and daily necessities is often strained.

Therefore, Natasha's remarks made sense.

A miserable life experience, plus a beautiful appearance.

It can completely impress hard-hearted men and make them feel the urge to care.

"I almost believed it."

Luke thought with satisfaction.

He saw a good sprout of an agent.

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"Take me to meet the people in the Red House."

Luke stretched out his hand and raised Natasha's chin. Tonight's show was over, it was time to see the master behind the scenes.

"Forgot to say, I can hear your heartbeat and even your pulse. In front of a humanoid polygraph, your lies are not perfect."