Washington's metro area is best known for its variety of private clubs.

Like a veterans' club, a sea, land and air club, a cigar club...... Either in the name of the official, or in the name of all sorts of lofty names.

Most of them are used for interpersonal communication in small circles, so the threshold for wanting to join is very high, unless there is an acquaintance of the introducer, or submit an application, otherwise you can't even enter the main entrance.

In the final analysis, the reason for the popularity of clubs lies in the elite culture of the upper echelons of the United States.

They copied the private clubs of 17th-century Europe and the salons of the aristocracy.

Through the form of clubs, the elite of different circles are brought together.

And with the high-end consumption and lifestyle that only a few people can enjoy, and then turn away most people.

For example, golf clubs, sailing clubs, etc.

These are strict requirements for income, occupation and consumption level.

"Just stop here."

Luke snapped his fingers, and the black sedan slowed down and stopped in the bustling area.

This is a bar street in the metropolitan area, where many jazz groups gather, and many well-known singers have been produced.

"Bar?"

Fury glanced outside, secretly puzzled.

The dignified lieutenant general, the director of S.H.I.E.L.D., how could he run out to go to the bar!

"The nightlife has just begun, and it must be when they're around."

Luke's eyes flickered, and he thought silently.

Washington, D.C. has several interesting streets.

Pennsylvania Avenue, for example, is a regular parade site for various civil society organizations and trade unions.

If you want to go on strike, or if you want to make trouble, you will definitely start from this street.

Because Pennsylvania Avenue is an important commuter route, it leads directly to the White House and the Capitol.

In addition, there is also K Street, which became famous as "Lobbying Street" in later generations.

It gathers a large number of think tanks, public relations firms and international headquarters.

Places like the World Bank and the International Monetary Fund have made their home here.

If Wall Street in New York is the center of international finance, then K Street in Washington, D.C., is the center of international politics.

Every presidential election is a multi-party game between the public relations company here and the capital group behind it.

"It's really hilarious."

Luke stepped out of the car, and the enchanting street was called "U Street".

The most popular bars in the metropolitan area, as well as the most popular bands, are all here.

He glanced at it casually and could see a long line.

It's basically sexy girls dressed up, and young guys in colorful wigs who look like they killed Matt.

"Director Cavill is a music enthusiast in private?"

Fury, as the driver, consciously stepped out of the car.

Normally, he should also act as a bodyguard.

However, considering the strength of his own director, if he is really in danger, it is not certain who will protect whom.

"Don't get me wrong, Agent Fury, we're going to the club across the street."

Luke deliberately changed into a suit today, and did not wear a military uniform.

Paired with Nick Fury, who haunts at night and is almost as stealthy, it's a bit like a common combination of a young rich man and a black bodyguard.

"Wine club?"

Fury glanced at the shiny billboard, which was outlined with a goblet pattern outlined in colored lights, and a "Do not enter" sign at the door.

"Fury, as I said before, I hope you can have a strong enough mental quality. Because tonight, you're going to meet a ...... A more realistic world. ”

Luke fiddled with his hair a few times, pulled out a handful of sexy curls, and pulled out a pair of glasses from his pocket.

"Clark Kent's Glasses", a reward from the Mutant Faction quest.

As long as you wear it, you can transform yourself into a sunny and handsome tall reporter.

It's a disguised weapon!

"Cavill...... Managing director? ”

Fury stared at Luke, whose image had changed dramatically, with a shocked gaze.

The young face that was originally a little cold has been replaced by a curly-haired man with a gentle temperament and full of sunshine!

"It's just a trivial camouflage technique."

Thankfully, Luke's voice remained the same and hadn't changed much.

"It's like a big change!"

This made Fury, who was frightened, take a few seconds to calm down.

With such a superb camouflage technique, it is actually said that it is "insignificant", Director Cavill is really modest.

I feel that I haven't done any makeup at all, but I just put on that pair of glasses, and the whole person's appearance and temperament are different.

"Come in, Fury."

Luke strode in with his head held high.

Then, unsurprisingly, he was stopped.

"This is a private club and does not entertain any guests other than non-members."

The physically strong bodyguard stopped the intruder, and his attitude was quite polite.

Maybe it's seeing Luke's handmade custom suit with a lot of money, and the entourage that follows him - the big pomp and circumstance these days are either scammers or rich people.

"I was recommended by Mr. John Stillman."

Luke leaned forward against the face of the Metropolitan reporter and said in a low voice.

At the same time, he also took out his membership card from his pocket and handed it to the bodyguard.

"Director Cavill is well prepared."

Fury breathed a sigh of relief, he thought that after Luke was stopped, he would take off his glasses and force his way in.

When the time comes, the scene will probably be extremely bloody.

There are many legendary stories about Lieutenant General Superman, including the amazing deeds of killing all the enemy camp guards and completing the lurking.

So, it's no surprise that Nick Fury would have this thought.

"I heard there's a wine tasting tonight?"

Luke expertly used his fingers, holding a few bills, into the pocket of the bodyguard.

"That's right. Mr. Gataro hosted several guests. ”

After checking the membership card and confirming that it was correct, the bodyguard put Luke inside.

The members of this wine club are high-ranking individuals from Washington, D.C., and they take the confidentiality of their personal information very seriously.

Luke can name John Stillman, the White House chief of staff.

Coupled with the membership card in his hand, it is enough to gain the trust of the bodyguard.

"Or the old place, second floor?"

Luke glanced at it, consciously or unconsciously, and seemed to be quite familiar with the layout of the building, and directly named the usual meeting place.

"Of course. It always has been. ”

The bodyguard nodded.

"I need to bring him in, it should be fine, right?"

Luke beckoned at Fury, and the bodyguard didn't stop him, just reminded him of it-

"The entourage had to wait in the reception room and could not participate in the meeting."

Walking through the main entrance and up the side stairs, Luke casually took a look at the environment, typical Gothic décor.

Intricate and exaggerated decorations and lines, bright colors, reveal a fine sense of beauty.

It's exactly the vampire's favorite set.

"Agent Fury, don't be afraid of what you see later."

Luke walked through the hallway, stepping on the soft carpet, and walked out of a thick door.

"Director, I've been on the battlefield and been an agent, no matter what happens, I'm not afraid!"

Nick Fury showed a brave side, and he thinks he's seen the big scene.

The battlefield is filled with bloody trenches of corpses, and steel tanks with machine-gun fire are like bombers roaring like death......

Surviving such a dangerous environment is in itself a matter of courage and luck.

Boom!

Luke gently pushed the door open.

The "wine tasting" that has begun is presented in front of the two of them.

The body of a girl who had lost her life force was laid naked on a long table.

There was a blood line on the wrist, and the red liquid that had lost its heat ran down the wound and quickly dripped into a goblet.

The abdomen and chest seemed to be cut open by a doctor's precise technique, a sharp scalpel, and several small silver bowls contained the essence of blood inside.

The group of people seated around the long table, the distinguished members of the wine club, they were well-dressed and talked with grace.

But there was a trace of blood on the corner of everyone's mouth.

"See, this is the so-called well-dressed beast."

Luke shrugged helplessly, if he could have come half an hour earlier, he might have been able to save the innocent girl.

It's a pity that when he appeared outside the gate of the club, the other party's fresh body had become cold.

"The so-called wine tasting is to learn from vampires and do this despicable and evil act of dehumanization?"

Luke's presence quieted the hall suddenly.

Those people looked at the curly-haired man who had broken in with strange eyes.

"Who are you?"

The middle-aged man sitting in the chief asked as usual.

The wine club party was quite secretive, and it was impossible for outsiders to get past the bodyguards and appear here.

"My name is Clark Kent, and I'm the number one reporter for the Daily Clarion, a fighter for justice ready to expose your ugly faces!"

Luke opened his mouth and came, so that the group of Ha ghosts sitting in a circle, as well as Nick Fury in the back, were stunned when they heard it.

"Another idiot who can't see the situation clearly."

The middle-aged man waved his hand, pressed the bell on the table, and called the bodyguards downstairs.

He thought it was a government agent, or a secret investigator or something.

What big waves can a small journalist make?

The middle-aged man didn't bother to do it himself, so he directly called the bodyguard to deal with it.

Looking at Luke standing in the doorway, and Nick Fury following behind, he said, "Stuff this reporter in the trunk and see that he is so young that he can be used as a 'red wine' to be tasted tomorrow." ”

"As for the, throw it in a bucket, pour cement on it, and throw it into the river."

The middle-aged man grinned, vaguely seeing two sharp teeth.

"Are vampires racist? You have no future like this, because you are not politically correct enough. ”

Luke didn't expect the vampires of the North American continent to be so picky, they didn't look down on blacks at all, and they didn't even want to suck blood.

The middle-aged man ignored the little reporter's chatter, and a group of five big and three thick bodyguards walked up the stairs with a fierce attitude.

The muzzle of the black hole was pointed at Luke and Nick Fury, and the bodyguard guarding the door said in fear, "Sorry, Mr. Gaitaro! ”

"He said he knew Mr. John Stillman and his membership card, so I let him in!"

The middle-aged man named Gaitaro glared at the other party coldly, and pretended to be generous: "People always make mistakes, it's nothing, but you must know how to make up for your mistakes." ”

"These two people interrupted the wine tasting, which hurt everyone's interest and made this high-end red wine miss the most suitable tasting time."

"So, dispose of that and send the other one to the freezer."

The bodyguard nodded again and again, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

Because it was equipped with a silencer, the bullet was fired out of the muzzle without making a bean-popping sound.

The next second later, there is no death scene of Nick Fury falling to the ground.

"Good."

Luke calmly spread his palms, and the shriveled warhead fell.

"You are now an assault on S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, the shooting of innocent people, and an attempt to harm a lieutenant general in an attempt to unlawfully detain his personal liberty and pose a great threat to his life."

"So then, it's time for me to defend myself."