A tall black-robed woman walked over and brought a burst of incense.

The beautiful scenery that looks like a peak on the side of the ridge is like an attractive magnet, pulling Howard's gaze.

He stroked his shiny hair, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

I thought I was quite personable and stepped forward, ready to start the prodigal mode of picking up my sister.

It's just that the opening sentence that I have thought of is still in my mouth, and the black-robed woman with a particularly obvious figure and particularly prominent curves suddenly stopped and took the initiative to smile at Howard: "Sir, is there anything wrong with you?" ”

"I'm sorry, I think I might be lost and can't find my way."

Howard said sincerely.

Try to make this obvious excuse seem real.

In the next Q&A session, he had already thought about it.

A bunch of earthy love words similar to "lost in your heart" have long been prepared.

"Then it looks like you're back to the Moulin Rouge for the first time."

The black-robed woman did not answer, but said unreasonably: "This gentleman, where are you going?" I can be your guide. ”

Is this okay?

Seeing that the other party offered to be a guide, Howard couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

Can obvious clumsy lies deceive people?

Immediately, a confident smile appeared on his face.

Silently sighed in my heart -

My damn charm that has nowhere to put it!

In Howard's own eyes, it is obviously his unique temperament that attracts the attention of the other party.

Otherwise, how could this black-robed woman with a rather exaggerated figure who couldn't take her eyes off her eyes would easily agree to be his guide.

"Yes, I'm a tourist."

Howard behaved politely, and was a wolf in sheep's clothing.

Trying to use such a disguise to deceive the ignorant maiden, the young woman who has lost her footing.

"The Moulin Rouge is famous, and I have a friend who happens to be very interested, but he can't spare time due to his busy work, so he can only ask me to visit it in his place."

Howard said it very calmly.

As if he wasn't at all interested in the beautiful dancers with thin and translucent upper bodies, ornate feathered costumes and metal sheets, twisting their hips and lifting their thighs to the rhythm of frenetic music.

"That's a rarity. Most men come to the Moulin Rouge for fun, and there are few people as upright as you. ”

The black-robed woman raised her hand to cover her red lips and let out an incomprehensible chuckle.

Her tall figure, coupled with the pair of high-heeled leather boots she stepped on, was almost as level as Howard.

"Thanks for the compliment. I prefer funny souls to vulgar appearances. ”

Howard began to create a persona, ready to show the other party his humorous and fresh and refined side.

So as to impress the heart and complete the score!

"Interesting souls are one in a thousand, and they can't be found everywhere, and there are many good-looking skins."

Howard groaned, like a man with a story.

The damp and cold streets of Paris, the Moulin Rouge not far away came from the light music and lively shouts.

Colorful lanterns hang on the large rotating impeller, revealing an ambiguous and bright light.

In this situation, a man and a woman look at each other and laugh at each other.

According to the eight o'clock file of dog blood in later generations, the next thing should be an emotional hug, lingering kisses, and the camera is constantly pulled up, giving a preview of the next episode.

"Howard—can I call you that?"

During the chat, the two unconsciously walked out of a distance.

After a brief conversation, the black-robed woman already knew Howard's name and his job as a tobacco merchant.

Selling cigarettes that make people die a slow death and destroy the body, when you think about it, actually seems to be not very different from the weapon of harvesting life.

Anyway, in the United States, these two things are legal goods that can be put on the shelves in a grand manner.

"Of course, Rania."

Howard nodded softly.

The hidden gaze quietly passed over the other party's great omen.

It's like a dragonfly touching water, and it's gone.

"Shall we find a quiet place to sit down and talk again...... Michelangelo's sculptural art? ”

Howard restrained his urgency and rubbed his hands.

Talking about life ideals, poems and songs, and increasing each other's feelings are just to achieve the last step.

Otherwise, wouldn't it be more interesting for him to be a standard polytechnic man, playing Sudoku, or thinking about the development of power armor, than to stroll through the streets of Paris?

"Good! I know there's a hotel nearby. ”

The corners of the black-robed woman's mouth curled, as if she was in a happy mood, and nodded in agreement.

Wait a minute!

So fast?

Howard, who was used to seeing all kinds of scenes in and out of Fengyue Place, was still a little shocked.

What he meant was to find a café or a quiet tavern to sit in for a while.

Who knew that the other party was more direct than himself, and said that he would go to the hotel.

"Won't it be a little too fast?"

Howard hesitated.

It feels like it's going to be the rhythm of the speed of light.

As a wanderer, Howard is generally used to walking his heart for a while, and then going directly to his kidneys.

After all, a little emotional foreplay can facilitate in-depth communication later.

"Don't you want to go? Just having a cup of coffee together and nothing else. ”

The black-robed woman who claims to be Rania exudes a touch of charm.

Between walking, the evil omen of swaying up and down made Howard a little uncontrollable and imaginative.

"You said so, as a gentleman, it's really hard to refuse a lady's invitation."

Howard tightened his trench coat and followed the steps of the black-robed woman into the dark night.

……

……

"Howard, that bastard!"

When Luke returned to the hotel room, he couldn't help but curse when he saw the man in the cap squatting outside the door with a bunch of copies in his arms.

This guy just watches movies, and he still has to buy copies back for collection?

Just buy it back and collect it, and let yourself help him pay the bills?

Just help him pay the bills, but also slander his reputation?

"I didn't expect Lieutenant General Cavill to like this tone."

Zheng Xian, who had been fishing all morning to write a review book, saw the exposed photos on the copy, and sighed twice, making a disgusted expression of "I didn't expect you to be this kind of person".

"Do you need me to send one to Director Zheng Xian?"

Luke glanced at the other party and fought back directly: "Look at this behind closed doors and do some traditional handicraft work, this is not against the rules of the Divine Spear Bureau." ”

As if choked, Zheng Xian secretly hurt himself and turned to leave.

In fact, this is also a sugar-coated cannonball that belongs to capitalism.

If you see it, it will damage the image of the organization, and it will also be branded as "bad morals".

"The society of the capitalists is so sinister and full of temptations."

Jung Hyun returned to the room and continued to write a review with emotion.

"The guy who bought the film with you, he's at the Moulin Rouge in Montmartre?"

The man in the cap saw the lieutenant general's epaulettes on Luke's military uniform, and his legs almost went weak in fright.

While glad that he didn't have any bad ideas, he honestly replied: "Yes." The gentleman was going to the Moulin Rouge...... I visited Caifeng, and later met a woman and followed her. ”

"Put your stuff down and go downstairs to my driver to get the money."

Luke pursed his lips and took the copies of the obscene scenes of high-ranking officers of the Third Reich.

As a lieutenant general in the Pentagon and the top leader of S.H.I.E.L.D., he is used to not having a banknote on him for a long time.

Food, clothing, housing and transportation are all arranged by the military.

In addition, Skynet's mobile phone sales are good, and the market is gradually expanding.

In the early days, Luke never had to worry about money anymore and achieved personal financial freedom.

"Paris is a vampire's lair, and I hope Howard won't be so unlucky and come across a vampire who came out to forage for food."

Luke casually threw the copy onto the couch, his head resting on the soft and comfortable cushion.

Creatures such as vampires and werewolves have always been active on the European continent.

They did have a glorious history for a while, until the guns of humans bombarded the gloomy castle.

The vampires, who relied on Grand Duke Dracula, were dragged down from the pyramid of power.

These dark creatures once wanted to unite with the dead rival werewolves to make a comeback.

But in the face of the order established by the three major temples, there is also the casserole-sized fist of the arcane mage.

Vampires, who consider themselves elegant aristocrats, decisively choose to follow their heart's will and honestly shrink in the corner.

"It always feels wrong."

Luke closed his eyes and sorted out the details of the day's meeting.

After a brief review, he got up and stood in front of the window, looking down on Paris at his feet.

Super vision is like a sharp sword, piercing the dark night and taking in the surrounding neighborhoods.

Thinking of Howard's fellow guy, luck doesn't seem to have been good, and Luke can't help but have a headache.

The Moulin Rouge is a gathering place for all kinds of people, in addition to tourists who go to see performances, veteran drivers of big health care, all kinds of down-and-out artists, and gangsters emerge in an endless stream.

Luke pushed open the window and flew into the air.

A few breaths of time to arrive at the Moulin Rouge.

Howard is usually a little out of tune, but his brain is still good at critical moments, and he belongs to the leader of the S.H.I.E.L.D. scientific research team.

In case the butterfly's wings flapped and accidentally lost this guy, and by the way, Iron Man was also lost.

The Ancient One mage estimates that he will have to restart the timeline!

"Let me see if that bastard is having fun, or if he is unlucky enough to run into a vampire foraging for food."

Super Vision covered the entire Montmartre neighborhood, and a large number of images flooded into the mind and were quickly filtered out.

Among them, most of them are some unsightly, eighteen forbidden pictures of artillery fire.

The people of Paris are still open enough and the nightlife is quite rich.

"Found it."

It took less than ten minutes for Luke to locate Howard's exact location.

The guy was lying on the bed with the key to the inn in his hand and humming a breezy tune in his mouth.

The sound of water running in the bathroom, and the frosted glass surface outlines the striking curves that stand out.

"Looks like nothing."

Luke frowned, and found that the woman in the hotel room had an extremely slow heartbeat, and the biomagnetic field emitted from her body seemed to be something wrong.

"Hapless Howard."

He said with a hint of sympathy.

did not rush over to save people, but quickly flew back to the hotel, flew back with a pot of fruit plates and flew back, watching the live broadcast in a relaxed and leisurely manner.