Superman of the Marvel Universe

A beauty trap against Superman slowly unfolded under Taras' careful design.

Leviathan behind the Red Room, plus Hydra pushing together.

They set the stage in Moscow, and set the performance time for the "Red Square Talks" a week later——

That is, the Western camp represented by the United States and the Eastern camp represented by the Soviet Union started a conversation about the "Cuban regime".

When the time comes, Superman will be in attendance.

It's the perfect time to put your plan into action.

Although under the active instigation of Kang the Conqueror, the signs of the Cold War were earlier than before.

However, the Warsaw Pact had not yet been formally established at this time.

The red-furred bear and the bald eagle did not completely break up and entered a state of wartime alert.

The two superpowers can still maintain basic politeness and have not reached the point of rolling up their sleeves and starting a fight.

Speaking of which, this short-lived peace is also thanks to the return of Superman.

It is he who serves as the peaceful boundary between the two camps of the East and the West.

The White House has no control over it and cannot use Superman as a strategic weapon to threaten the East.

Although Mr. President has hinted many times, Luke has always remained indifferent.

For example, keywords such as "world domination" and "sole hegemony" are automatically blocked.

While the Soviet Union was vigilant, it could only test it repeatedly on the edge of danger.

Don't dare to cross the line directly for fear of provoking a blow from Superman.

If it follows this trajectory, it will continue to develop.

The bud of the Cold War might be nipped in the cradle.

Of course, the premise is——

Superman has always existed and has not shown any tendencies or positions.

Unknowingly, Luke has become an important weight for the stability of the world.

"Mr. Clark Kent, welcome to Moscow."

A few days later, Luke walked out of Domodedovo International Airport and the receptionist said this.

That's right, he wears those "Clark Kent glasses", automatically forming a disguise - a new image of a tall, sunny-looking man with a little curly hair.

His current identity is Superman's secretary.

"Beautiful lady, what shall I call you?"

He arrived in the capital Moscow grandly, and as his teammate, Captain America.

Because that face is too ostentatious, coupled with the extremely conspicuous American buttocks and exaggerated chest muscles.

We can only sneak in secretly and wait for the rendezvous.

"Dominika Egorova."

The blonde said her name.

She is tall and beautiful.

There is a mature style in every gesture.

"Hello, Ms. Egorova."

Luke glanced briefly at the mature lady who came to receive her. She was wearing a beige windbreaker and a winter hat. She had blond hair and snow-skinned skin. She was extremely charming.

"I wonder if it's from the Red Room or the KGB?"

The moment Ms. Egorova appeared, he realized that she was no ordinary person.

No matter how similar you are in disguise, once you have been trained, you will leave traces.

Therefore, Ms. Egorova has too many flaws in front of Luke, who has super vision.

The extremely flexible body and the toned and powerful limbs could not be hidden from his eyes.

"You can just call me by my name without adding any suffix."

Egorova smiled sweetly and opened the door for Luke.

"Okay. Nice to meet you."

Luke got into the car, smiled and nodded.

"Who is this?"

He leaned in the back seat and noticed that the driver was also a woman.

Compared to Egorova, the other party seems more mature.

There is a charming charm in her eyebrows.

Like a ripe peach, people can't help but want to take a bite and taste the sweet and full juice.

hiss!

Something is not right!

Luke's heart skipped a beat. What was wrong with his disguise?

I was in Moscow, and as soon as I got off the plane, I was targeted by two beautiful spies.

Please tell me, what kind of experience is this?

Wait online, hurry!

"I'm just an ordinary clerk."

If Luke used his true identity, it would be normal for the Red Room and the KGB to call more than 200 beauties.

But he is currently Clark Kent, a slightly handsome curly-haired man.

There’s no need to invest such a big price, right?

"Hello, Mr. Kent."

The female driver's eyes were tingling, as if she were electrified.

This is the wonderful thing about mature women, just one look can make people stiffen slightly to show respect.

Luke is an experienced driver who has seen big scenes and is skilled in various postures. He did not show any gaffes and asked calmly: "Before I came to Moscow, everyone said that the most beautiful scenery in the city is in the Kremlin and Art Street. .”

"Now it seems that is not the case. I don't quite believe that those two places can be more charming than the two ladies sitting in the car."

The female driver covered her mouth with a smile and gave her name.

"Claire Vaillant, you can call me Claire."

She gave Luke a playful wink.

……

……

After chatting on the road, Luke roughly figured out the apparent identities of the two ladies traveling with him.

The charming Claire is a ballet dancer and an internationally renowned collector.

Her husband, a pilot, was killed during a rocket test.

At this meeting in Red Square, Claire was the organizer and was responsible for the reception, so she acted as Luke’s driver.

And Yegorova’s background is even more remarkable.

Her uncle worked in the Foreign Service, studied at St. Petersburg State University, studied piano, and held several concerts.

“It feels like a Red House routine.”

Luke was chatting and joking while secretly cursing.

This chance encounter is like a tailor-made script by Taras.

Before he left for Moscow, SHIELD integrated the known intelligence about the Red Room and submitted it to the desk of the director's office.

The most impressive among them is the spy chief Taras.

This guy calls himself a "director" and writes a "script" every time he attacks a target.

In his words, it can better arouse the prey's emotions and make them walk into the trap.

"But shouldn't Taras' target be Superman?"

Luke was confused.

For Superman, what about Clark Kent?

The two ladies sitting in the car did not look like "Nightingale" spies who could be easily trained.

The way he talks, his temperament, and his looks are all top-notch choices.

Isn't it a bit of a fuss to use these two sugar-coated dangerous bullets against a clerk?

While his thoughts were wandering, Luke arrived at the hotel where he was staying.

Before he could say goodbye or say farewell, the two ladies accompanying him stood on the left and right sides.

"The reception team also lives here. Egorova and I will take you to the reserved room."

Claire flipped up her long hair, took Luke's arm and walked inside.

Yegorova also followed suit, with a slight smile on her face.

The group of three people attracted a lot of attention, some were envious, some were surprised, and some were guessing.

"This is simply Chi Guoguo's seduction."

Luke was a little speechless and began to consider whether to be Liu Xiahui who was still pregnant, or to stay true to himself and eat the sugar coating.

Although the purpose of this trip is to integrate Hydra and rescue Bucky by the way.

But some wonderful encounters happen during the journey, which is acceptable and reasonable.

"Have a sweet dream, Mr. Kent."

I held the elevator up to the 22nd floor and walked all the way to the door of the room.

The two overly enthusiastic beautiful ladies finally stopped.

One was leaning against the wall, with his hands behind his back, his beautiful legs in stockings gently touching the carpet.

A beautiful eye blinked, as if sending some kind of signal.

Who can resist this?

Luke is determined to sacrifice himself to feed the tiger.

"In order to find out Bucky's whereabouts, there is always a price to pay."

He said to himself.

"Ladies, would you like to come into the room for a cup of coffee? Or vodka? I just arrived in Moscow and I don't have any friends."

Luke made the invitation very directly.

When men and women from all over the world plan to have in-depth exchanges.

A common opening line is "Would you like to come over to my house to do this?" or "Come to my room for a cup of coffee."

This is a relatively straightforward invitation with little technical content.

It's just that Luke tried his best to act like a rookie, his eyes evasive, as if he was embarrassed.

Perhaps it was a side effect of those glasses, but the two female spies who had received professional training from the Red House were deceived.

They laughed secretly in their hearts, it had been a long time since they had met such a cute newcomer.

I remembered what instructor Taras said, to complete the task at any cost.

The two of them felt that they should deal with this young rookie who had just arrived.

They don't even need to sacrifice their beauty, they just need to give it a little sweetness.

The other party will tell everything they know.

"Egorova, what do you think?"

As a mature woman, Claire did not agree directly, but instead asked the question to her teammates.

Before getting to the point, you need to whet men's appetites and arouse their inner restless desires.

Only in this way can we take the initiative and be more likely to achieve our goals.

"Mr. Kent seems a little nervous. I think I should have a chat with him."

Egorova twisted her waist and walked into the room.

Claire pretended to hesitate and waited for a few seconds before following.

"Thank you for your kindness."

Luke turned on the heating and lights, and the spacious and comfortable suite quickly became warm.

He stumbled and took out a bottle of vodka from the wine cabinet and started pouring wine for the two ladies.

There was a hint of contempt in the latter's eyes.

They didn't know how many times they had encountered this routine of getting drunk and then doing whatever they wanted.

Among the training courses at the Red House, alcohol immunity is included.

Let alone a bottle of vodka, even if more spirits were poured into them, Claire and Egorova would not be tipsy at all.

"Get this guy drunk and throw him to the KGB."

"If necessary, you can give him a little sweetener and let him voluntarily become the red house's spy."

The two female spies looked at each other casually, exchanging ideas just through their eyes.

From their perspective, everything is under control.