Superman of the American Comics

Chapter 295 Script direction, two spies

A beauty trick against Superman unfolded slowly under the careful design of Talas.

The Leviathan behind the red house, pushed together with Hydra.

They put the stage in Moscow, and the performance time is set for the "Red Square Talk" 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 on the "Cuban regime".

When the time comes, Superman will be there.

Now is the perfect time to implement the plan.

Although under the active provocation of Kang the Conqueror, the signs of the Cold War came earlier than before.

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

The red hairy bear and the bald eagle didn't completely break their skins, and entered a wartime alert state.

The two superpowers can still barely maintain the basic politeness, and they haven't reached the point where they roll up their sleeves and want to fight.

Speaking of which, this brief peace is also due to the return of Superman.

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

The White House did not give orders and could not use Superman as a strategic weapon to intimidate the East.

Although Mr. President has hinted many times, Luke remains indifferent.

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

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

Don't dare to cross the bottom line directly, for fear of provoking Superman's blow.

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

The germ of the Cold War may be snuffed in the cradle.

Of course, the premise is——

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

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

"Mr. Clark Kent, welcome to Moscow."

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

That's right, he wore those "Clark-Kent glasses," which automatically formed a camouflage—a tall, sun-kissed, curly-looking new look.

The current identity is Superman's clerk.

"Beautiful lady, what should I call you?"

He grandly arrived in Moscow, the capital, while Captain America, his teammate, was still on his way.

Because Rogers' 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 blond woman gave her name.

She is tall and beautiful.

There is a mature style in every gesture.

"Hello, Ms. Egorova."

Luke took a quick glance at the mature lady who came to receive her, wearing a beige windbreaker and a winter hat, with blond hair and snow-skinned skin, she was extremely charming.

"I don't know if it belongs to the Red House or the KGB?"

The moment Ms. Egorova appeared, he realized that she was not an ordinary person.

No matter how disguised it is, as long as it is professionally trained, it will leave certain traces.

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

His flexibility was extremely high, his body was comparable to that of a gymnast, and his limbs were fit and powerful, all of which could not be hidden from his eyes.

"You can call me by my first name without any suffixes."

Yegorova smiled sweetly and opened the door for Lukla.

"Okay. Nice to meet you, Egorova."

Luke got in the car, nodding with a smile.

"Who is this?"

Leaning in the back seat, he discovered that the driver was also a woman.

Compared with Yegorova, the other party seemed a little more mature.

There is a charming charm in the eyebrows and eyes.

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's wrong with his disguise?

He was in Moscow, and as soon as he got off the plane, he was followed by two beautiful spies.

Excuse me, what kind of experience is this?

Wait online, hurry!

"I'm just an ordinary clerk."

If Luke used his real identity, it would be normal for the Red House and the KGB to call more than 200 beauties to seduce him.

But he is currently Clark Kent, a curly-haired guy who is a little handsome.

There is no need to pay such a big price, right?

"Hello, Mr. Kent."

The female driver's eyes flickered, as if electrified, numb.

This is the beauty of a mature woman. It only takes one look to make someone harden slightly to show respect.

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

"Looking at it now, that's not the case. I don't really 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 Vaillon, you can call me Claire."

She winked at Luke with a playful look.

……

……

After chatting on the road, Luke probably figured out the superficial identities of the two ladies who were traveling with him.

The charming Claire is a ballet dancer and a well-known collector in the world.

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

For this Red Square meeting, Claire was the organizer and was in charge of the reception, that's why Luke was the driver.

And Yegorova's backing is even more remarkable.

Her uncle worked for the Foreign Intelligence Service, studied piano at St. Petersburg State University, gave several concerts,

"It feels like the routine of the red house."

While chatting and laughing, Luke secretly slandered.

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

Before he left for Moscow, S.H.I.E.L.D. had put all known information about the Red House on the table in the director's office.

One of the most impressive is the spy chief Taras.

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

In his words, this can better mobilize the emotions of the prey and let them walk into the trap by themselves.

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

Luke was puzzled.

With Superman, what's his business with Clark Kent?

The two ladies sitting in the car did not look like "Nightingale" spies that could be cultivated casually.

Conversational temperament, appearance and appearance, all belong to the top choice.

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

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

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

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

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

Yegorova followed suit, with a faint smile on her face.

The group of three attracted a lot of attention, including envy, surprise, and speculation.

"This is simply Chi Guoguo's seduction."

Luke was a little speechless, and began to consider whether to be Liu Xiahui, who was still in his arms, or to keep 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 happened during the journey, which is also acceptable and reasonable.

"Have a sweet dream, Mr. Kent."

Take the elevator straight up to the 22nd floor and walk all the way to the door of the room.

The two overly enthusiastic and beautiful ladies finally stopped.

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

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

Who can resist this?

Luke is determined to sacrifice himself to feed the tiger.

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

He said so to himself.

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

Luke offered the invitation 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 and do it", or "come to my room for a cup of coffee".

This is a relatively straightforward invitation with no technical content, and it is a test of favorability.

Luke does his best to act like a rookie, averting his eyes and seeming embarrassed.

Logically speaking, normal women would not accept an invitation of this level unless they had other intentions.

Perhaps it was an incidental effect of the glasses, and the two female spies who had received professional training from the Red House were actually tricked by Luke.

They laughed secretly in their hearts. It had been a long time since they had encountered such a cute person.

Recalling what the instructor Taras said, in order to complete the task, you must use any means.

The two felt that dealing with this young rookie who had just arrived.

They don't even need to sacrifice beauty, just give 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 kicked the problem to her teammates.

Before entering the topic, it is necessary to satisfy the appetite of men and arouse their inner restless desire.

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

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

Yegorova walked slowly into the room, twisting her waist.

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 warmed up.

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

A trace of contempt flashed across the latter's eyes.

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

Alcohol immunization is included in the training courses of the Red House.

Not to mention a bottle of vodka, Claire and Egorova would not be at all drunk even if they poured more spirits.

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

"When necessary, you can give him some sweetness and let him voluntarily become the eyeliner of the Red House."

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

From their point of view, everything is under control.

(End of this chapter)