Superman of the Marvel Universe

Over at the Savior Tower, Baron Strucker was considering whether to turn from darkness to light and embrace Superman's thigh.

In the music hall, Luke was also thinking silently about how to bring Hydra under SHIELD.

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

Anyway, S.H.I.E.L.D. is a house with air leakage from all sides. No matter how it is repaired, Hydra will always seep in.

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

Completely destroy Hydra?

This is impossible.

These people are like cockroaches that cannot be killed. When you find the first one, it means that countless others have appeared.

Their ability to develop offline and expand scale is comparable to a certain sunshine project in China.

You can easily gather a group of believers.

Whether it’s the mustachioed Führer or the Red Skull, their rhetoric never goes out of style.

What about blood supremacy and race superiority and inferiority?

and slogans such as "To create a better future, Hydra decides to rule the world."

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

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

Therefore, unless Luke is determined to blow up the earth, he really has no confidence in wiping out Hydra.

He was never willing to do things that were time-consuming and laborious.

Besides, whether it's in comics or movies.

Hydra is always tenacious, dedicated, and works hard to play the role of a villain, receiving lunch after lunch.

One can't help but suspect that they were so active in causing trouble, were defeated, and then continued to cause trouble, and were defeated again... in fact, they were just trying to cheat.

"General, what are you thinking about?"

A soft voice sounded quietly, bringing Luke back from his wandering thoughts.

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

"Natasha, do you believe in luck?"

Luke asked suddenly as he took a sip of strong wine.

Sitting opposite, Natasha, who was a little uneasy, was stunned for a moment.

Her little mind was trying to recall the conversation skills taught by the instructor.

How to bring the topic to an aspect that Superman is interested in, and how to accurately express what you mean - if you say straightforwardly, I want to have sex with you, it would be too vulgar and not reserved enough.

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

Because subconsciously, you will feel that it does not have much value.

When spies seduce their targets, they can only deal with flesh and blood and exchange power and sex with guns.

In other cases, it often takes several rounds of mutual testing, ambiguity, and signaling.

Then, he stepped on the accelerator, rushed directly onto the highway, and drained the corners at a speed of [-] miles.

"luck?"

Natasha's eyes were slightly dazed when she thought that she was just a new student, but ended up graduating early and becoming a spy close to Superman.

"Of course, Your Excellency General. If it weren't for the favor of the goddess of luck, how could I be sitting here, sitting next to you."

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

The instructor at Red Room once said, "A man can never resist a woman who adores him."

That will make the other person feel extremely satisfied and have a sense of accomplishment.

"I was born in Brooklyn. My father died in a gang fight and my mother died of tuberculosis."

Luke started rambling seriously.

The low tone and the deep eyes that were obsessed with memories made Natasha believe it.

This ability to write stories out of the blue is also thanks to my past life on social platforms such as Yiyun and Bihu.

"That's terrible."

The female agent answered.

There was just the right amount of distress and tenderness in his eyes.

"I often got into fights when I was studying, so I dropped out of school and worked with my uncle to make money - to put it bluntly, I ran errands for the gang."

Luke was completely into the scene, acting like "I have a story, do you have a drink?"

"For people like me, the future is predictable."

"Either like my father, die in a gang fight, or be arrested and thrown into jail and lose the chance to become a good person."

"Or, be a truck driver, receive a low salary, and repeat the same boring work."

"But I did not become that person. Now I am sitting in the concert hall of the Kremlin, accepting an interview with your head of state."

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

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

Luke put down his glass and looked directly at the other person.

The inexperienced chick, faced with such a situation, unsurprisingly showed panic.

"There is no such thing as luck. Just like you are here, you are not waiting for friends, nor are you sneaking in with relatives from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs."

Luke's sharp tone peeled off Natasha's disguise like a knife.

The chick was completely stunned, its beautiful eyes blinking as if it had lost the ability to think.

She doesn't look like the tenth-level S.H.I.E.L.D. agent and veteran of the Avengers in the future.

"That's right. I, I'm here to get close to you."

Natasha drank herself a sip of vodka, and the alcohol seemed to make her head clearer.

The stumbling tone gradually became smoother.

"What's the reason? Do you plan to get something from me?"

Luke feigned curiosity.

"A woman clings to a strong man and worships a strong man. Do you need any reason, General?"

Natasha looked pitiful, with sparkling eyes.

No matter how hard your heart is, it will melt when you meet such a lovely person.

But Luke won't.

Because he has no feelings.

"Nice answer."

Luke said in his heart.

Although this chick is not as powerful as the "Black Widow".

But she has shown enough potential and the ability to adapt to the standard.

The game that was originally announced to be over was brought to a close by Natasha's speech just now.

"I was born in a poor family, and it was just because I was good-looking that I became a tool to attract big people."

Perhaps driven by Luke's superb acting skills, Natasha also started to get into the role.

“My biggest dream when I was little was to be able to eat all-you-can-eat bread.”

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

"Your Majesty General, you are the most powerful, powerful, and trustworthy 'towering tree' I have ever seen."

The soft eyes, the look of self-pity, and the face with a hint of youthfulness, but the beautiful outline can already be seen.

If the target were changed to someone else, this would be a sure kill.

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

The troops that marched straight in looted nearly 6 cities and workers' residential areas, destroyed more than [-] miles of railways, nearly [-] state-owned farms, and nearly [-] collective farms.

The huge economic losses, calculated at pre-war prices, could reach 7000 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.

We all live a collective life, and the supply of food and daily necessities is often under tension.

Therefore, it is reasonable for Natasha to say what she said above.

Tragic life experience, coupled with good looks.

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

"I almost believed it."

Luke thought with satisfaction.

He saw a good prospect in an agent.

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"Take me to the people in the red house."

Luke reached out and lifted Natasha's chin. The drama ended here and it was time to meet the real person behind the scenes.

"I forgot to mention that I can hear your heartbeat and even your pulse. In front of the human polygraph, your lies are not perfect enough."

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