Superman of the American Comics

A few days later.

Superman arrived in Moscow.

His arrival.

Focused the eyes of the world.

The welcome ceremony was arranged in the Kremlin concert hall.

As one of the most influential figures in the world, Luke gave a polite handshake and cordial greetings to Joseph visarionovic's loving father.

This scene was fixed by the camera and became a historic moment.

"Welcome to Moscow."

This is the second time Luke has heard it.

Only last time, he was clerk Clark Kent, an ordinary curly man.

Now, he is one of the most powerful and powerful people on the planet.

The two identities are different.

"I'm also glad to set foot on this land."

Luke showed kindness.

He had taken off that pair of glasses and threw it to Captain America.

The other became clerk Clark Kent, his entourage.

From height to posture, they are not much different, just for identity replacement.

In a word, the effect of this pair of glasses is better than any camouflage technology.

As long as you put it on, Captain America's boastful chest muscles and American hips are covered up.

Superman was still received by two female agents who had a shot with Luke.

They obviously didn't recognize that the young lieutenant general in front of them was the bastard curly man who cheated himself into bed.

If they knew, the two female agents would be ecstatic.

After all, sleeping for the clerk is blood loss.

May roll to Superman's bed, that is blood.

"Your Excellency, we are here."

Yegorova, who was in charge of reception, talked about her hair and smiled beautifully.

For Luke, who has explored the depth and tasted the taste, he can completely ignore this casual move to release his charm.

He stepped out of the black car and stood on the troitsk bridge.

The former convenience is the Kremlin, which is connected to Red Square in the southeast.

There are towers around, like rolling hills.

On the west side is the mausoleum of a great man. After his death, he was known as a great mentor and spiritual leader. During his lifetime, he was regarded by the people as the founder of the Republic.

His name is Vladimir Ilych ulyanov.

In a few decades, there will be many more tombstones next to his mausoleum.

Those leaders who dominate the fate of the red Empire and determine the direction of the red empire will sleep beside him.

Luke did not directly enter the Kremlin. He first stopped in front of the great man's Mausoleum and then walked around red square.

The latter is the oldest square in Moscow, which has experienced two fires.

Napoleon's army once set fire here and planned to set Moscow on fire.

It seems that the capitals of the eastern and Western bipolar camps have suffered such disasters.

The White House was burned, but the murderer was replaced by an Englishman.

"Your Excellency, the welcome ceremony is about to begin."

Yegorova saw Luke's interest in traveling, so she had to remind him.

The group of people standing at the top of the pyramid of state power are waiting for Superman.

Leviathan's red house also made all the preparations for the welcome ceremony.

Most people recognize the reality that Superman cannot be defeated by force.

Therefore, red house wants to take other ways.

"Then ask Ms. yegorova to take me there."

Luke took back his super vision. He just wanted to see if he could find the whereabouts of the hydra.

Those villains always like to arrange their bases under magnificent buildings.

Unfortunately, Baron Strack doesn't have this hobby.

Otherwise, the game can end early.

"By the way, madam. Why are you staring at my clerk? Is it his nowhere charm that attracts you?"

Luke asked suddenly before getting on the bus.

Yegorova was startled, quickly moved her eyes, and restrained her angry expression.

She was just a little annoyed. How did the curly man do it? He could roll the sheets with himself and pretend to be calm.

Like nothing ever happened!

"What a complete asshole."

Yegorova scolded secretly, and then seemed to change her face, showing a charming smile.

"I seem to have seen the clerk of your Excellency the general somewhere. I feel a little familiar."

Luke smiled, patted Rogers on the shoulder and said, "he's the first time to come back to Moscow. Madam, you probably admit your mistake."

The two men talked and laughed. The captain of the United States, who was wearing the "Clark Kent glasses", looked confused and didn't know what had happened.

Twenty minutes later, Luke and his entourage entered the Kremlin.

On the watchtower, the double headed eagle symbolizing the authority of the Czar has been demolished.

Instead, the red five pointed star.

Although the Kremlin is now resplendent and colorful.

In World War II, in order to prevent German bombing.

The Soviets painted all the huge buildings covering an area of 28 hectares with camouflage color and Raincloth.

It was not until the end of the war that it was changed back.

After several towering towers, Luke came to the concert hall.

This year's welcome ceremony is still very simple, not as many tricks as later.

When all the personnel were in place, Luke sat down with a group of national dignitaries.

Like watching the Spring Festival Gala, I enjoy one wonderful performance after another.

To tell you the truth, it's actually a little boring for him.

Not only to applaud, but also to deal with the greetings of politicians.

The dialogue is always full of temptations, hints and courtship.

Fortunately, after the performance, it was the dance.

The music hall is flowing with beautiful rhythm, and the soothing rhythm beats gently, driving people's emotions.

"I hope you can have a good night."

With these words, the elderly Comrade Joseph visarionovic left the concert hall and handed over the stage to others.

"I have spread the news that I have sneaked into Moscow and the Kremlin."

The captain of the United States, pretending to be a clerk, whispered.

"By the way, why do those two ladies always stare at me, just as I owe them a lot of money?"

Following Rogers' line of sight, Luke saw Claire and yegorova.

He coughed twice and whispered, "maybe I'm interested in you. I heard that women in Moscow are actually more enthusiastic than hot girls in Las Vegas - as long as you can open their hard shell and warm their hearts as cold as Siberian snow."

Captain America looked incredulous.

He looked in the mirror.

Wearing glasses, he is just an ordinary curly man.

"Will Hydra send Bucky?"

Rogers asked nervously.

"I can't rule out the possibility. Villains like to see positive people like you fighting with their old friends."

Luke smiled. He pressed Captain America's shoulder and comforted, "relax, Steve."

"Try to look like a normal person, drink a few vodka and dance with a girl - I won't tell Marguerite."

With that, Luke, the focus of the whole audience, went straight to the bar at the edge of the dance floor.

"Can I sit here?"

He asked very gentlemanly.

"Yes."

The girl with slender back seemed a little nervous and kept sipping wine.

"Can I have the honor to know your name?"

Luke acts like a common chat-up person.

It seems that after the red house gave away two female agents, Taras, the spy leader, was not reconciled and sent another rookie student who had not graduated.

"Natasha. You can call me Natasha."

After drinking a glass of wine, the girl replied stumbling.