A beauty plan for Superman unfolds under the elaborate design of Taras.

The Leviathan behind the Red House, plus the Hydra pushes together.

They set the stage in Moscow, and the performance was scheduled for the "Red Square Talks" a week later -

That is, the Western camp represented by the United States and the Eastern camp represented by the Soviet Union opened a conversation about the "Cuban regime".

When the time comes, Superman will attend.

It's the perfect time to implement the plan.

Although under the active instigation of Kang the Conqueror, the signs of the Cold War were somewhat earlier than before.

However, the Warsaw Pact had not yet been formally established at this time.

The red furry bear and the bald eagle did not completely tear their skins and entered a wartime alert state.

The two superpowers can barely maintain basic politeness, and they have not reached the point where they have to fight when they roll up their sleeves.

Speaking of which, this short-lived peace is also thanks to the return of Superman.

It is he who acts as the line of peace between the two camps of the East and the West.

The White House is unable to use Superman as a strategic weapon to coerce the East.

Despite repeated hints from Mr. President, Luke remained indifferent.

For example, those keywords such as "world domination" and "sole hegemony" are automatically blocked.

And the Soviet Union, while vigilant, could only repeatedly test on the edge of danger.

Don't dare to cross the bottom line directly, for fear of provoking a superhuman blow.

If we follow this trajectory, we will continue to develop.

The germ of the Cold War may be strangled in the cradle.

Of course, the premise is -

Superman has always existed and has not shown any inclinations or positions.

Unknowingly, Luke has become an important weight for the stability of the world.

"Mr. Clarke-Kent, welcome to Moscow."

A few days later, Luke walked out of Domodedovo International Airport, said the receptionist.

That's right, he wears that "Clark Kent glasses" that automatically form a disguise - a tall, sunny-looking new image with a tuft of curly hair.

His current identity is Superman's clerk.

"What shall I call you, beautiful lady?"

He arrived in the capital of Moscow with dignity and was a teammate of Captain America.

Because that face is too ostentatious, coupled with the extremely conspicuous American buttocks, exaggerated chest muscles.

You can only sneak in secretly and wait for the rendezvous.

"Dominica Egorova."

Blonde beauty newspaper name.

She is tall and good-looking.

Between the gestures, there is a mature style.

"Hello, Ms. Egorova."

Luke glanced at it slightly, this mature royal sister who came to receive her, wearing a beige trench coat and a winter hat, blonde hair and snow skin, extremely charming.

"I don't know if it's from the Red House or the KGB?"

The moment Ms. Egorova appeared, he realized that the other party was not an ordinary person.

No matter how disguised it is, it will leave traces as long as it is trained.

So, in front of Luke, who has super vision, Ms. Egorova has too many flaws.

The delicate body with high flexibility, the toned and powerful limbs, these could not hide from his eyes.

"You can just call me by my name without any suffix."

Egorova smiled sweetly and opened the door for Lukla.

"Okay. Nice to see you. ”

Luke sat in the car, smiling and nodding.

"Who is this?"

He leaned into the back seat and found that the driver was also a woman.

Compared to Egorova, the other party is a little more mature.

In the eyebrows and eyes, there is a charming charm.

Like a ripe peach, people can't help but want to take a bite and taste the sweet juice that enters the bottom of the heart.

Hiss!

Something is wrong!

Luke's heart "chuckled", where was there something wrong with his disguise?

In Moscow, as soon as he got off the plane, he was targeted by two beautiful spies.

Excuse me, what is this experience?

Wait online, hurry!

"I'm just a mediocre clerk."

If Luke used his real identity, it would be normal for the Red House and the KGB to call more than 200 beautiful women.

But he's currently Clark Kent, a somewhat handsome curly-haired man.

There's no need to invest that much, right?

"Hello, Mr. Kent."

The female driver's eyes were moving, as if they were electrified, crispy and numb.

This is the beauty of mature women, just one look can make people slightly stiff to show respect.

Luke is an old driver who has seen big scenes and is skilled in various postures, and did not show a gaffe, and asked calmly: "Before I came to Moscow, everyone said that the most beautiful scenery in the city is in the Kremlin and Art Street. ”

"Now, it seems, that's not the case. I don't quite believe that those two places can be more charming than the two ladies sitting in the car. ”

The female driver covered her mouth and smiled and reported her name.

"Claire Vayan, you can call me Claire."

She winked at Luke, a playful touch.

……

……

After small talk on the road, Luke probably figured out the apparent identities of the two ladies in the company.

Claire is a ballet dancer and an internationally renowned collector.

Her husband, a pilot, was killed during a rocket test.

In this Red Square meeting, Claire is the organizer and is responsible for the reception, so she will be Luke's driver.

And the origin of Yegorova is even more remarkable.

Her uncle worked in the Foreign Intelligence Service, studied piano at St. Petersburg State University, and gave several concerts.

"It feels like a Red House routine."

Luke chatted and laughed as he secretly scolded himself.

This kind of chance encounter is very similar to Taras's tailor-made script.

Before he left for Moscow, S.H.I.E.L.D. consolidated known information about the Red House on the desk in the Director's office.

One of the most impressive is the spy boss Taras.

This guy calls himself a "director" and writes a "script" every time he strikes a target.

In his words, it is more able to mobilize the emotions of the prey and let them walk into the trap on their own.

"But shouldn't Taras be aiming for Superman?"

Luke was puzzled.

What is there to say about Clark Kent about Superman?

The two ladies sitting in the car didn't look like "Nightingale" spies that could be cultivated casually.

Talking temperament, appearance and appearance, all belong to the best choice.

Isn't it a bit of a fuss to use two dangerous bullets wrapped in sugar coating against a clerk?

In a state of flux, Luke arrived at his hotel.

Before he could say goodbye and say goodbye, the two ladies who accompanied him stood on the left and right.

"The reception team also lives here, and Egorova and I will take you to the booked room."

Claire stroked her long hair and took Luke's arm and walked inside.

Egorova did the same, with a shallow smile on her face.

The group of three attracted a lot of attention, some envious, some surprised, and some guessed.

"This is simply the seduction of Chiguoguo."

Luke was a little speechless, and began to think about whether to be Megumi Yanagishita who was still in his arms, or to keep himself and eat the sugarcoating.

Although the purpose of this trip is to integrate Hydra and rescue Bucky by the way.

But there are some wonderful encounters along the way, which is also acceptable and reasonable.

"Have a good dream, Mr. Kent."

Propped up the elevator to the twenty-second floor and walked all the way to the door.

Two overly enthusiastic beautiful ladies finally stopped.

One leaned against the wall, his hands behind his back, and his stockings and legs gently touched the carpet.

A beautiful eye blinked, as if to release some kind of signal.

Who can withstand this?

Luke is determined to sacrifice himself to feed the tiger with his life.

"There's always something to pay for finding out what Bucky is doing."

He said to himself.

"Two ladies, would you like to come into your room for a cup of coffee? Or vodka? I just arrived in Moscow and don't have any friends I know. ”

Luke was very direct in his invitation.

When men and women from all over the world intend to have in-depth exchanges.

The usual opening line is "Do you want to go to my house and do it?" or "Come to my room for a coffee".

This is a non-technical and straightforward invitation.

It's just that Luke tries to act like a rookie, his eyes dodging, as if he feels embarrassed.

Perhaps it was a side effect of that pair of glasses, and the two female spies who had been professionally trained in the Red House were tricked.

They laughed secretly in their hearts, they hadn't encountered such a budding newcomer for a long time.

Remembering what the instructor Taras said, in order to complete the mission, it is necessary to do whatever it takes.

The two felt that it was better to deal with this kind of young rookie who had just arrived.

They don't even need to sacrifice their beauty, just a little sweetness.

The other party will tell everything he knows.

"What do you think, Egorova?"

As a mature woman, Claire didn't directly agree, but kicked the problem to her teammates.

Before getting to the point, it is necessary to whet the appetite of men and arouse their inner restless desires.

In this way, you can take the initiative and be more likely to achieve your goals.

"Mr. Kent looks a little nervous, and I think I should talk to him."

Yegorova twisted her waist and walked into the room.

Claire feigned hesitation and waited a few seconds before following.

"Thank you for your kindness."

Luke turned on the heating and lights, and the spacious and comfortable suite quickly warmed up.

He stumbled out a bottle of vodka from the wine cabinet and began pouring the two ladies wine.

There was a hint of contempt in the latter's eyes.

This kind of routine of getting drunk with alcohol and then doing whatever they want, they don't know how many times they have encountered it.

One of the training programs at the Red House is alcohol immunization.

Not to mention a bottle of vodka, even if more spirits are poured in, Claire and Egorova will not be drunk in the slightest.

"Drunk this guy and throw it to the KGB."

"When necessary, you can give some sweetness and let him voluntarily become the eyeliner of the red house."

The two female spies casually looked at each other, exchanging ideas just by looking at each other.

In their eyes, everything is under control.