Kremlin, concert hall.

"Why Natasha?"

Egorova picked up a glass of champagne and walked up to Taras.

That's right, the spy chief was also present at the welcoming ceremony.

The other party rarely took off the military green uniform and changed into a regular military uniform full of medals.

With that serious face that does not smile, it has the temperament of an iron-blooded soldier.

Around him are the bigwigs of the Foreign Intelligence Agency and the KGB.

In the eyes of the outside world, they are the eagle dogs and minions of the Red Empire.

Responsible for removing the discordant noises, as well as some dangerous elements, from the team.

"She's clean, regardless of her background or whatever."

Taras didn't reply, but pulled out a pen and wrote it down on a napkin.

Egorova was slightly stunned, and then reacted.

She remembered, in a secret meeting to make a corresponding plan for Superman.

As the other party has mentioned, it is better not to communicate directly.

As a walking nuclear weapon, all countries in the world have studied the superman.

He fought several times in public, or in the videos and written materials that flowed out.

It exhibits amazing defense, the ability to move that is difficult to catch with the naked eye, and an extremely terrifying energy response.

This is the surface combat power.

And in other ways.

For example, in terms of physical fitness, hearing, vision, etc., must far surpass human beings.

"A superman-like being, he can hear us even if we talk through the wall."

Taras was cautious and didn't want to draw the other person's attention.

"A veteran like you, as long as you appear in front of Superman, will soon be exposed."

"The more clumsy the chick, the more it can make the eagle let its guard down and lose its guard."

Egorova took a sip of mead and looked in the direction of the bar on the edge of the dance floor, as if she was a little unwilling.

Young, tall, handsome, strong......

Those prefix words full of praise are placed on top of Superman's head.

It makes the man with the smile on his lips seem so charming and so irresistible.

Why is this kind of beautiful thing to be enjoyed exclusively by that young girl?

Natasha can sleep until Superman, but she can only cheapen the curly-haired male clerk.

It's infuriating to think about!

"Sir, please don't ignore an important issue."

Egorova put down her glass and wrote two lines.

"Can you ensure Natasha's loyalty to the Order?"

Out of a woman's intuition, as well as a sensual way of thinking.

Egorova thought that the chick chosen by Taras might not be firmly on the side of the Red House.

Empathy, if you can take the superman relationship and become the other party's lover, is it necessary to be subject to a spy agency?

"It's worthy of the students I taught, and I can take this into account."

Taras complimented, then continued: "What you think is exactly what I want to see." ”

"The more newcomers who have not received cruel training, the more likely they are to be manipulated by their inner emotions and make some behaviors and decisions that do not conform to their rational thinking."

"So, when a spy approaches the target and enters the target's life, there is a possibility that they will be affected - this is normal."

"I've seen this happen many times, even when a spy falls in love with a target and betrays an organization."

A cold glint flashed in Taras's eyes, like a vulture, and a grim smile appeared.

Egorova was awe-inspiring in her heart, as an excellent student trained by the Red House.

Of course, she knew that those who betrayed often ended up miserable.

"The reason why I am happy to see this kind of thing is because the disguised performance will always reveal flaws, and real feelings can move people's hearts."

Taras smirked, crumpled up the densely written napkins and stuffed them into his pockets.

He didn't think of Superman as a fool who would be swayed by beauty.

The Red House's plan is to build a bridge between Natasha and the other party to communicate and talk.

And then go one step further and reach some kind of cooperation, or exchange of interests.

That's what Hydra and Leviathan are really for.

"Actually, sir."

Egorova shook her glass, suddenly pulled out another napkin, and wrote: "I don't think Natasha alone may be able to completely attract Superman's interest." ”

"The Red House doesn't know anything about his hobbies, whether he has any special fetishes."

"To make sure the program went more smoothly, I volunteered to team up with Natasha ......"

Taras's expression stiffened, this is the student he taught?

When you see Superman, you can't close your legs?

It's just vulgar!

"You'd better go find the curly-haired male clerk."

The spy leader stood up and walked away.

With his careful study of Superman, as well as a full understanding.

The other party should not be a superficial person who is keen on women and indulges in gentleness.

Men and women love each other, at best, they can only be regarded as a condiment that adds fun.

If you want to influence something, it's a fool's dream.

Sending Natasha was just an attempt.

Even Hydra, on his side, didn't have much hope.

"If you send enough women, you can get a good impression of Superman, and I have no problem sending the entire Red House out."

Taras thought silently.

"However, it is not possible."

In his opinion, if Claire, Egorova, Natasha and others are packed together, they will be served with both hands.

I am afraid that it will arouse Superman's disgust, and the other party may see it as an insult and become angry.

Taras shook his head and walked out of the concert hall.

Hopefully, Natasha's performance tonight will satisfy Superman.

In this way, Superman can be satisfied with the Red House.

……

……

The "Kremlin", which means "inner city" in Russian, is located in the heart of Moscow in a triangular shape, with a total of 18 towers scattered around the palace walls.

Among them, the most famous is the Savior Tower.

It is 71 metres high and is equipped with a chiming clock on all four sides, which is connected to the observatory's calibration clock.

The top is fitted with a red five-pointed star, which was originally made of brass, but later replaced by expensive rubies to prevent corrosion from rain and snow.

When night falls, one can see the red five-pointed star shining brightly on the Savior's Tower, piercing the dark clouds.

It's like a lighthouse, guiding the way.

"Captain America showed up."

A generation of Zemo told Baron Straker the news.

The other stood on the top floor of the Savior's tower with his hands on his chest, looking down on the Kremlin.

The bald baron lifted his glasses and snorted coldly: "It's really hateful, with Superman, Steve Rogers doesn't take Hydra seriously." ”

Captain America had infiltrated Moscow to inquire about Bucky.

Later, he was discovered by the agents of the Red House and almost fell into the encirclement of Hydra.

However, it wasn't long before he came again.

And this time it is more high-profile than the previous caution.

"Provocation! This is a provocation by Chiguoguo! ”

Baron Straker was a little dissatisfied, and if it was the past, he would have sent the Winter Soldier directly to teach the other party a harsh lesson.

The situation is different now.

Just think of Superman and mingle not far from the Savior's Tower.

Baron Straker felt uneasy, and a chill ran down his back.

Who knows if the other party will suddenly smash through the tower, appear in front of him, and blow his head with a punch.

This feeling of having a sharp sword hanging over his head is really uncomfortable.

"The most dangerous places are often the safest places."

Zemo saw the bald baron's thoughts and comforted, "Superman wouldn't have thought that we were near him. ”

"Even though he can see and hear far, it's not fixed-point monitoring."

"There are at least thousands of people in the Kremlin. The sound of their conversations, their footsteps, is like the many channels of a radio, and we are just a grain of sand in the middle of a sea of people, a tiny murmur that is difficult to detect. ”

Although Zemo said so, he subconsciously lowered his voice.

Baron Straker sat back in his chair, and after a moment of silence, he said, "Let the Leviathan speed up the process, if you can't solve Superman, then he will always be the sword of Damocles hanging over the head of the hydra." ”

"A 'nightingale' sent by the Red House approached Superman."

Zemo had previously contacted Taras, the leader of the Spy, and learned that the plan had begun.

"Hydra needs to evolve and it takes time."

Baron Straker sighed, and the Red Empire stood tall at the pole of the world.

The future is predictable, a confrontation between the two superpowers.

A stalemate creates chaos and breeds opportunity.

What Hydra is best at is to draw nourishment from disputes and conflicts and grab victory.

This vast and secretive organization has only been passed down by power tricks and intrigue.

"By the way, Whitehall, and Lady Viper, do they have any news?"

Baron Straker asked suddenly.

Zemo shook his head.

Daniel Whitehall, is the Inhuman faction of Hydra.

Advocate welcoming back the hive and worship it as a god.

His base camp is in Southeast Asia, and he has a lot of connections with the long-lost Inhumans.

Lady Viper, on the other hand, was active in the Pacific Theater during World War II.

After the defeat of the Neon Island Country, she also gathered her power.

The woman with a beautiful appearance and a femme fatale seemed to be proficient in black magic.

With the newly rising Hand Club, there are also private dealings.

All in all, anyone who can become the leader of Hydra and control a faction is not a good one.

"No, they refuse to communicate."

Zemo replied.

Hydra was originally full of factions inside, and when the Red Skull was still there, the others were not very convinced, and they did not really recognize the other party's "leader" position.

It's just that seeing the red skull hugging the bearded Führer's thigh, the momentum of the axis of evil is in full swing, so he barely gives him a face.

Later, the Red Skull's whereabouts are unknown, and it is suspected that he died.

The Hydra forces that belonged to him were packed and taken away by the Strategic Science Corps, integrated and digested.

Baron Straker also gets a piece of the cake and grows his faction.

He settles his grievances with Leviathan, makes a deal, and hides in the Red Empire.

Considering Superman's strength, the bald baron thought of uniting the other Hydra factions to form a huge whole in preparation for the rebuilding of the empire.

But the leaders of those factions don't seem to buy it.

"A rabble! Short-sighted! ”

Baron Straker scolded indignantly.

If this continues, the hydra will exist in name only.

"The goals of the various factions are different, Madame Viper is obsessed with poison and magic, Whitehall wants to welcome back the Inhuman God, and your grand blueprint is to rebuild the Hydra Empire."

A generation of Zemo saw very clearly, without enough strength, or background, it was impossible for Baron Straker to integrate the Hydra and twist it into a rope.

"Even when it comes to trading, we don't have enough leverage."

The bald baron cleaned up his bad mood, and he thought about it seriously, unless he hugged a thick thigh like the Red Skull, it was impossible to integrate the Hydra and merge the various factions into one.

The key is this thick thigh, where to find it?

As his thoughts drifted, Baron Straker looked out at the Kremlin's concert hall and a bold idea somehow rose in his head.

"I must be crazy!"

He quickly shook his head and shook it off.

Let Superman lead Hydra?

No one will believe it.

That's the supreme leader of S.H.I.E.L.D., and the greatest hero of ******.

If the hydra is in the hands of the other party, can it still be a hydra?