Superman of the Marvel Universe

Kremlin, concert hall.

"Why choose Natasha?"

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

Yes, the spy chief also attended the welcome ceremony.

In a rare move, the other party took off his military green uniform and put on a regular military uniform covered with medals.

Coupled with that serious and unsmiling face, he has the temperament of an iron-blooded soldier.

Surrounding him were all the big guys from the Foreign Intelligence Service and the KGB.

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

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

"She is very clean, no matter her identity, background or anything else."

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

Yegorova was stunned for a moment, then reacted.

She remembered, in the secret meeting where plans were made for Superman.

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

As a walking nuclear weapon, Superman has been studied in various countries around the world.

He has fought several times in public, or in leaked videos and written materials.

It shows amazing defense power, movement ability that is difficult to detect with the naked eye, and extremely terrifying energy reaction.

This is superficial combat power.

And in other ways.

For example, various physical qualities, such as hearing and vision, must be far superior to humans.

"A being like Superman, even if we are talking through a wall, he can hear us."

Taras was cautious and didn't want to attract the other person's attention.

"As long as a senior person like you appears in front of Superman, he will be exposed soon."

"The clumsier the chick, the more likely it is that the eagle will relax its vigilance and become less alert."

Egorova took a sip of the mead and looked towards the bar on the edge of the dance floor, seemingly unwilling to do so.

Young, tall, handsome, strong...

Those prefixes full of praise are placed above Superman's head.

The man with the smile on his face seemed so charming and irresistible.

Why should such a beautiful thing be reserved exclusively for that young girl?

Natasha could sleep with Superman, but she could only take advantage of the curly-haired male clerk.

Just thinking about it makes me angry!

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

Egorova put down her glass and wrote two lines.

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

Out of women’s intuition and emotional way of thinking.

Egorova believed that the chick chosen by Taras might not stand firmly on the side of the red house.

If you think about it from another person's perspective, if you can get into a relationship with Superman and become his lover, is there any need to be controlled by a spy agency?

"As expected of the students I taught, they can consider this level."

Taras first praised, and then continued to write: "What you think is exactly what I want to see."

"The younger a newcomer is who has not received cruel training, the more likely he is to be manipulated by his inner emotions and make some behaviors and decisions that are not consistent with rational thinking."

“So, it’s normal for spies to get close to their targets and enter their lives, and they may be influenced.”

"I have seen similar things happen many times. Even spies fall in love with their targets and betray the organization."

A cold light flashed in Taras's eyes, like a vulture, and he showed a cold smile.

Yegorova felt awe-inspiring, as an outstanding student trained by the Red House.

Of course she knew that those who betrayed often ended up miserable.

"The reason why I am happy to see this kind of thing is because disguised performances will always reveal flaws, and true feelings can touch people's hearts."

Taras smiled proudly, crumpled up the densely written napkin and stuffed it into his pocket.

He didn't think of Superman as an idiot whose mind would be swayed by beauty.

The plan of the Red Room is to establish a bridge through which Natasha can communicate and talk with the other party.

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

This is the true purpose of Hydra and Leviathan.

"Actually, sir."

Egorova shook her wine glass, suddenly took out a napkin, and wrote: "I think Natasha alone may not be able to fully attract Superman's interest."

"Red House has no idea about his hobbies or whether he has any special quirks."

"In order to ensure that the plan goes more smoothly, I volunteered to team up with Natasha..."

Taras' expression was stiff. Is this the student he taught?

Can’t close your legs when you see Superman?

Simply vulgar!

"You'd better go find the curly-haired male clerk."

The spy chief stood up and walked away.

With his careful study and full understanding of Superman.

The other person should not be a superficial person who is passionate about women and addicted to gentleness.

Love between men and women is, at best, just a spice to add fun.

Wanting to influence anything is simply a fool's errand.

Sending Natasha was just a tentative move.

Even Hydra didn't have high hopes.

"If you give away enough women, you can get a good impression of Superman. I can give away the entire Red Room without any problem."

Taras thought silently.

"However, it is not possible."

In his opinion, if Claire, Egorova, Natasha and others were packed together, they would be given to them with both hands.

I'm afraid it will arouse Superman's resentment, and the other person may take it as an insult and become angry.

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

I hope Natasha's performance tonight can satisfy Superman.

In this way, Superman can be satisfied with the red room.

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

Among them, the most famous is the Saviour's Tower.

It is 71 meters high, with self-ringing bells installed on all sides and connected to the observatory's school clock.

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

Every night when night falls, people can see the red five-pointed star shining brightly on the Tower of the Savior, piercing the dark clouds.

Like a lighthouse, guiding the direction.

"Captain America is here."

The first generation Zemo told Baron Strucker the news.

The other party crossed his arms and stood on the highest floor of the Savior's Tower, looking down at the Kremlin.

The bald baron adjusted his glasses and snorted coldly: "It's really abominable. With Superman here, Steve Rogers doesn't even take Hydra seriously."

Captain America had lurked into Moscow to inquire about Bucky.

Later, he was discovered by the agents of the Red Room and almost fell into the trap of Hydra.

But not long after, he came again.

And compared to the cautiousness before, this time it will be more high-profile.

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

Baron Strucker was a little dissatisfied. If it were in the past, he would have directly sent the Winter Soldier to teach the opponent a severe lesson.

Things are different now.

As long as he thought of Superman, he would be drinking and chatting with each other not far from the Tower of the Savior.

Baron Strucker felt uneasy and felt a chill in his back.

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

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

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

Zemo saw what the bald baron was thinking and comforted him: "Superman wouldn't have thought that we were near him."

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

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

Even though Dai Zemo said this, he subconsciously lowered his voice.

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

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

The first generation of Zemo had contacted the spy chief Taras before and learned that the plan had begun.

"Hydra needs to develop, and it needs time."

Baron Strucker sighed, and the Red Empire stood tall and proud, standing at the edge of the world.

The future can be foreseen to be a confrontation between the two superpowers.

Stalemate creates chaos and breeds opportunity.

What Hydra is best at is drawing nourishment from disputes and conflicts and seizing victory.

This huge and secretive organization has inherited only power and conspiracy.

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

Baron Strucker suddenly asked.

Generation Zemo shook his head.

Daniel Whitehall is a member of the Inhuman faction of Hydra.

He advocated welcoming the beehive back and worshiping it as a god.

His base camp is in Southeast Asia and has many connections with long-lost aliens.

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

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

That woman with a beautiful appearance and a snake-like heart seems to be proficient in black magic.

He also has private dealings with the newly-emerged Hand.

All in all, anyone who can become the leader of Hydra and control a faction is not a good person.

"No, they refused to communicate."

Generation Zemo replied.

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

Just seeing the Red Skull hugging the mustachioed Fuhrer's thigh and the momentum of the Axis of Evil reaching its peak, I barely gave him a face.

Later, the whereabouts of the Red Skull were unknown and he was suspected of death.

The Hydra forces belonging to him were packed away by the Strategic Science Corps and integrated and digested.

Baron Strucker also gets a piece of the pie to strengthen his faction.

He resolved his grudges with Leviathan, reached a deal, and hid in the Red Empire.

Considering Superman's strength, the Bald Baron wanted to unite other Hydra factions to form a huge whole to prepare for rebuilding the empire.

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

"Mobile! Short-sighted!"

Baron Strucker cursed angrily.

If this continues, Hydra will exist in name only.

"The goals of each faction are different. Lady Viper is obsessed with poison and magic, Whitehall wants to bring back the alien god, and your grand plan, Baron, is to rebuild the Hydra Empire."

The first generation Zemo saw clearly that without strong enough strength or background, Baron Strucker could not integrate the Hydra and twist it into a rope.

"Even if we are making a deal, we lack enough chips."

The bald baron put away his bad mood and thought about it seriously. Unless he hugged a thick thigh like the Red Skull, it would be impossible to integrate Hydra and merge the various factions into one.

The key lies in these thick thighs, where should I find them?

While his thoughts were wandering, Baron Strack looked at the Kremlin's concert hall, and a bold idea came to his mind for no apparent reason.

"I must be crazy!"

He shook his head quickly to get rid of it.

Let Superman lead Hydra?

No one would believe this.

That is the top leader of SHIELD and the greatest contributor to the Communist Party.

If Hydra is handed over to the other party, can it still be Hydra?