Superman of the American Comics

On the other side of the Savior tower, Baron Strack was considering whether to abandon the darkness and embrace Superman's thigh.

In the concert hall, Luke also thought silently about how to take the Hydra back to the Divine Shield Bureau.

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

Anyway, the s.h.i.e.l.d. is a house with air leakage on all sides. No matter how it is mended, the Hydra will always infiltrate.

It's better to never catch a thief than to prevent a thief for a thousand days.

Kill the Hydra completely?

It's impossible.

These people are like indestructible cockroaches. When you find the first one, it means that countless have appeared.

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

With ease, you can gather a group of believers.

Whether it's the mustache head of state or the red skull, their diction will never be out of date.

What is the supremacy of blood, the superiority and inferiority of race.

And slogans such as "Hydra decides to rule the world in order to create a better future".

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

As we all know, the best way to completely exterminate a nest of cockroaches is to blow up the house without considering the consequences and cost.

Therefore, unless Luke is determined to blow up the earth, he really has no confidence to kill all the Hydras.

He has never been willing to do things that take time and effort.

Besides, whether in comics or movies.

Hydra is always tenacious, dedicated and hard to play the role of villain, and has received Bento again and again.

People can't help but suspect that they are so active in doing things, defeated, then continue to do things, and then defeated... In fact, they are trying to cheat convenience.

"Your Excellency, what are you thinking?"

The soft voice sounded quietly, pulling Luke's divergent thoughts back.

He shook the vodka in his hand and looked at the girl in front of him again.

"Natasha, do you believe in luck?"

Luke took a sip of the liquor and suddenly asked.

Sitting opposite, Natasha was stunned.

Her little head is trying to recall the conversation skills taught by the instructor.

How to lead the topic to the aspect of Superman's interest and how to accurately express your meaning - if I want to roll the sheets with you directly, it seems too vulgar and not reserved.

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

Because subconsciously, I don't think it has much value.

When spies seduce targets, only flesh trading and power color exchange will come up and carry guns.

In other cases, we often have to go through several rounds of mutual temptation, ambiguous and unclear, and release the signal.

Then, step on the accelerator, rush directly to the high speed and cross the drain at a speed of 200 miles.

"Luck?"

Natasha thought she was just a new student. As a result, she graduated early and became a spy close to Superman. Her eyes were a little trance.

"Of course, your excellency. If it wasn't for the favor of the goddess of luck, how could I sit here next to you?"

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

The instructor of the Red House said, "men can never resist women who worship themselves".

That will make the other party's heart extremely satisfied and produce a sense of achievement.

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

Luke began to talk serious nonsense.

The low tone and deep eyes indulging in memories convinced Natasha.

The ability to make up stories immediately after opening your mouth is also thanks to the previous life's involvement in community platforms such as Internet cloud suppression and force.

"That's terrible."

The female agent answered.

The eyes are just right, showing a trace of tenderness and softness.

"I often fought with people when I was studying, so I dropped out of school and did some money making work with my uncle - to put it bluntly, I was running errands for the gangs."

Luke was completely involved in the play and showed the appearance of "I have a story, do you have wine".

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

"Either like my father, he died in a gang fight, or he was caught in prison and lost his chance to be a good man."

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

"But I didn't become such a person. Now I sit in the music hall of the Kremlin and receive an interview with your head of state."

"Everyone here should smile and show respect when they see me."

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

Luke put down his glass and looked straight at each other.

Inexperienced chicks, in the face of such a situation, are not surprised to show a look of panic.

"There has never been so-called luck. It's like you didn't appear here to wait for friends or to mix in with relatives in the Ministry of foreign affairs."

Luke's sharp tone opened Natasha's disguise like a knife.

The chick was completely stunned, and her beautiful eyes blinked, as if she had lost her ability to think.

In her body, I can't see the style of level 10 secret agent of s.h.i.e.l.d. and veteran of Avenger alliance in the future.

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

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

The stumbling tone gradually became fluent.

"Why? Are you going to get anything from me?"

Luke pretended to be curious.

"Do women need any reason to cling to and worship the strong, your excellency?"

Natasha was pitiful, her eyes sparkling.

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.

"Beautiful answer."

Luke said in his heart.

Although this chick is not as powerful as the "black widow".

But she has shown enough potential and adaptability on the level line.

The game that had ended was rounded by Natasha's just speech.

"I was born in a poor family. Only because I look good can I become a tool for climbing big people."

Perhaps driven by Luke's superb acting skills, Natasha also began to play.

"When I was a child, my biggest dream was to eat bread."

"The cruel life taught me that if I want not to go hungry and want a good life, I have to attach to the big tree like a vine."

"Your Excellency, you are the most powerful, powerful and reliable 'towering tree' I have ever seen."

Soft eyes, self pity look, with a hint of green, but can already see the beautiful outline of the face.

If you change your goal to someone else, it will be a kill.

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

The long march of troops looted nearly 2000 cities and workers' residential areas, destroyed more than 60000 li of railways, nearly 2000 state-run farms and nearly 100000 collective farms.

The huge economic losses can reach 700 billion rubles at pre war prices.

Coupled with the population consumed in the war, the progress of the red empire was not smooth.

At least in terms of living standards, there has been no extremely significant improvement.

Everyone lives a collective life, and the supply of food and daily necessities is often in tension.

So it was reasonable for Natasha to say that.

Tragic life experience, plus beautiful appearance.

It can completely move the stone hearted men and make them have the impulse to take care of them.

"I almost believed it."

Luke thought with satisfaction.

He saw a good sign of an agent.

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

Luke reached out and lifted Natasha's chin. This is the end of the show tonight. It's time to see the man behind the scenes.

"Forget to say, I can hear your heartbeat, even your pulse. Your lie is not perfect in front of the human lie detector."