On the side of the Savior Tower, Baron Straker is considering whether to abandon the darkness and embrace Superman's thigh.

And here in the concert hall, Luke also silently thought about how to take Hydra back to S.H.I.E.L.D.

He had long confessed to Dr. Zora that he intended to join Hydra and become their leader.

Anyway, S.H.I.E.L.D. is a leaky house on all sides, and no matter how much it is patched, Hydra will always infiltrate it.

Instead of guarding against thieves for a thousand days, it is better to never suffer from future troubles.

Destroy the Hydra completely?

It's impossible.

These people are like cockroaches that can't be killed, and when you find the first one, it means that there are already countless of them.

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

It is easy to gather a group of believers.

Whether it's the bearded head or the red skull, their rhetoric will never go out of style.

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

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

In these days, there are always more fools than liars, and there will always be people who are fooled.

As we all know, if you want to completely exterminate a nest of cockroaches, the best way to do it without considering the consequences and costs is to blow up the house.

Therefore, unless Luke is determined to blow up the earth, he really doesn't have the confidence to kill the Hydra.

He has never been happy to do time-consuming and laborious things.

Besides, whether it's in comics or movies.

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

I can't help but wonder if they are so active in doing things, they are defeated, and then they continue to do things, and they are defeated again...... In fact, it is just to cheat the bento.

"Your Excellency, what are you thinking?"

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

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

"Natasha, do you believe in luck?"

Luke asked suddenly after taking a sip of his spirits.

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

Her little head was trying to remember the conversation skills that the instructor had taught her.

How to direct the topic to Superman's interests, how to express yourself accurately - to put it bluntly, I want to roll the sheets with you, it will seem too vulgar and not reserved enough.

Moreover, from the perspective of male creatures, what is too easy to get is often not cherished.

Because subconsciously, you don't feel much value.

When spies seduce their targets, only the trade of skin and flesh and the exchange of power and sex will come up and carry a gun.

In other cases, it is often necessary to go through several rounds of mutual temptation, ambiguity, and release signals.

Then, step on the accelerator again, rush directly to the highway, and use the speed of 200 miles to turn the drain.

"Luck?"

Natasha's eyes were slightly dazed when she thought that she was just a new cadet, but she graduated early and became a spy close to Superman.

"Of course, Your Excellency. If it weren't for Lady Luck's favor, how could I be sitting here, sitting next to you. ”

As she answered, she looked at Superman with admiration.

The instructor of the Red House said, "A man can never resist a woman who adores himself."

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

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

Luke begins to talk serious nonsense.

The low tone, the deep eyes that indulged in the memory, made Natasha believe it.

This ability to make up stories that comes out of his mouth is also thanks to the fact that in his previous life, he was mixed with community platforms such as the Internet and the Cloud, and Force.

"That's terrible."

The female agent answered.

The eyes are just right, revealing a hint of distress and softness.

"When I was in school, I used to get into fights, so I dropped out of school and followed my uncle to do some lucrative work — to put it bluntly, running errands for the gang."

Luke is completely immersed in the play, showing a look of "I have a story, do you have wine".

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

"Either I'm going to die in a gang fight, like my father, or I'm going to jail and lose the chance to be a good person."

"Or, be a truck driver, get a modest salary, and repeat the same boring job."

"But I didn't become that kind of person. Now I am sitting in the Kremlin's concert hall and receiving you as a head of state. ”

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

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

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

The inexperienced chicks, faced with such a situation, unsurprisingly showed a panicked look.

"There is no such thing as luck, it's like you're not here to wait for a friend, or to sneak in with a relative from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs."

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

The chicks were completely stunned, their pretty eyes blinking, as if they had lost the ability to think.

In her, she can't see the demeanor of a future s.h.i.e.l.d. tenth-level agent and an Avengers veteran.

"That's right. I, I'm here to approach you. ”

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

The stumbling tone gradually became smoother.

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

Luke feigned curiosity.

"Is there any reason why a woman clings to the strong and worships the strong, Your Excellency, General?"

Natasha was pitiful, her eyes sparkling.

No matter how hard the heart is, when it encounters such a lovely person, it will be melted.

But Luke won't.

Because he has no feelings.

"Pretty answer."

Luke said in his heart.

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

But she's already shown plenty of potential and the ability to adapt on the line.

The game, which was supposed to be over, was rounded up by Natasha's speech.

"I was born into a poor family, and it was only because I was good-looking that I became a tool to cling to the big guys."

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

"My biggest dream when I was a kid was to be able to eat all-you-can-eat bread."

"The cruelty of life taught me that if you want not to starve, if you want to live a good life, you have to cling to a tree like a vine."

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

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

If the target is replaced by someone else, it will be a lore.

Because in World War II, the German army inflicted great damage on the Soviet Union.

The army that marched straight into the country sacked nearly 2,000 cities and workers' settlements, destroyed more than 60,000 miles of railways, nearly 2,000 state farms, and nearly 100,000 collective farms.

Colossal losses in the economic front, at pre-war prices, could amount to seven hundred billion rubles.

This, combined with the population consumed in the war, did not make the advance of the Red Empire go smoothly.

At least in terms of living standards, there has not been an extremely significant increase.

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

Therefore, it makes sense for Natasha to say the above words.

tragic background, plus beautiful appearance.

It is completely possible to impress hard-hearted men and give them the urge to care.

"I almost believed it."

Luke thought to satisfaction.

He saw a good seedling of an agent.

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"Take me to the people in the Red House."

Luke reached out and hooked Natasha's chin, this is the end of tonight's show, it's time to meet the people behind the scenes.

"I forgot to say, I can hear your heartbeat, even your pulse, and your lies aren't perfect enough in front of a humanoid polygraph."