Chapter 295

A beauty trick against Superman was slowly launched under the careful design of Talas.

Leviathan behind the red house, together with Hydra.

They set the stage in Moscow and the performance time was set for the "Red Square talks" a week later——

On the other hand, the Western camp represented by the United States and the eastern camp represented by the Soviet Union had a conversation on the "Cuban regime".

Superman will be there.

It is the best time to implement the plan.

Although under the active instigation of conqueror Kang, the signs of the cold war were a little earlier than before.

However, the Warsaw Pact was not formally established at this time.

The red hairy bear and the bald eagle did not completely tear their faces and entered the state of wartime alert.

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

In short, this short-term peace is also due to the return of Superman.

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

The White House did not move and could not use Superman as a strategic weapon to intimidate the East.

Despite the president's repeated hints, Luke remained indifferent.

For example, it automatically blocks keywords such as "ruling the world" and "sole hegemony".

While the Soviet Union was vigilant, it could only test again and again on the edge of danger.

Dare not directly cross the bottom line, afraid of Superman's blow.

If we follow such a track, we will continue to develop.

The sprout of the cold war may be strangled in the cradle.

Of course, the premise is——

Superman has always existed, and did not show any tendency and position.

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

"Welcome to Moscow, Mr. Clark Kent."

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

Yes, he wore that pair of "Clark Kent glasses" and automatically formed a disguise - a new image of a tall, sunny looking man with a pinch of curly hair.

His current identity is Superman's clerk.

"Beautiful lady, what should I call you?"

He arrived in Moscow, the capital, and the captain of the United States, as a teammate, was still on his way.

Because Rogers's face is too ostentatious, coupled with the extremely conspicuous American hip, boasting chest muscles.

We can only sneak in secretly and wait for the meeting.

"Dominica yegorova."

The blonde reported her name.

She is tall and beautiful.

There is a mature style between hands and feet.

"Hello, Ms. yegorova."

Luke glanced at the mature Royal sister who came to receive him. She was wearing a beige windbreaker, a winter hat, blonde hair and snow skin. She was very charming.

"I don't know whether it's the red house or the KGB?"

At the moment when Ms. yegorova appeared, he realized that the other party was not ordinary people.

No matter how much you disguise, as long as you have received professional training, you will leave a certain trace.

Therefore, in front of Luke with super vision, Ms. yegorova has too many flaws.

It is extremely flexible, comparable to the delicate body of a gymnast and strong limbs, which can't hide from his eyes.

"You can call my name directly without adding any suffix."

Yegorova smiled sweetly and opened the door for Luke.

"OK. Nice to meet you, yegorova."

Luke sat in the car, smiling and nodding.

"Who is this?"

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

Compared with yegorova, the other party should appear more mature.

There is a charming charm in the eyebrows and eyes.

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

Hiss!

Something's wrong!

Luke's heart "cluttered" and jumped. What's wrong with his disguise?

I was in Moscow. As soon as I got off the plane, I was watched by two beautiful spies.

Excuse me, what kind of experience is this?

Wait online, hurry!

"I'm just an ordinary clerk."

If Luke uses his real identity, it is normal for red house and the KGB to call more than 200 beautiful women to seduce him.

But he is now Clark Kent, a little handsome curly man.

There's no need to pay so much, right?

"Hello, Mr. Kent."

The female driver's eye waves flow like electricity, crisp and numb.

This is the beauty of mature women. Just one look can make people slightly hard to show respect.

Luke is an old driver who has seen big scenes and is skilled in various postures. He didn't show his gaffe. He calmly asked, "before I came to Moscow, everyone said that the most beautiful scenery of the city is the Kremlin and art street."

"It doesn't seem so now. I don't believe those two places can be more charming than the two women in the car."

The female driver smiled and reported her name.

"Claire wayan, you can call me Claire."

She winked at Luke with a playful breath.

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After chatting on the road, Luke probably found out the apparent identity of the two women in the same trade.

Claire is a ballet dancer and a well-known collector in the world.

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

Claire is the organizer of this red square meeting and is responsible for reception, so she will be Luke's driver.

The origin of yegorova is even more remarkable.

Her uncle works in the foreign intelligence agency, studies piano at St. Petersburg National University, and has held several concerts,

"It feels like a red house routine."

Luke was chatting and joking, and secretly feigned.

This accidental encounter is very much like Talas's tailor-made script.

Before he went to Moscow, the s.h.i.e.l.d. integrated the known information about the red house and submitted it to the table in the director's office.

One of the most impressive is Taras, the spy leader.

This guy calls himself a "director" and writes a "script" every time he starts on the target.

In his words, this can better mobilize the emotions of prey and let them go into the trap by themselves.

"But shouldn't Taras's goal be superman?"

Luke was puzzled.

For Superman, what's his business with Clark Kent?

The two ladies sitting in the car don't look like "Nightingale" spies who can be cultivated casually.

Speech, temperament, appearance, all belong to the best choice.

Is it a bit of a fuss that these two sugar coated dangerous bullets are used against a clerk?

Between thoughts, Luke arrived at his hotel.

Before he said goodbye and said goodbye, the two ladies with him stood on the left and right sides.

"The reception team also lives here. Yegorova and I will take you to the reserved room."

Claire pulled up her long hair and walked in with Luke's arm.

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

The three of them attracted many eyes, including envy, surprise and speculation.

"This is the seduction of red fruit."

Luke was speechless and began to consider whether to be Liu Xiahui, who was sitting still, or to keep himself and eat the icing.

Although the purpose of this trip is to integrate Hydra and rescue baki.

But it is acceptable and reasonable to have some wonderful encounters during the journey.

"Have a good dream, Mr. Kent."

Take the elevator straight to the 22nd floor and walk all the way to the door.

Two beautiful ladies with excessive enthusiasm finally stopped.

One leaned against the wall with his hands on his back, and the beautiful legs of silk stockings gently touched the carpet.

A beautiful eye blinks, as if it is releasing a signal.

Who can stand this?

Luke is determined to sacrifice himself to feed the tiger.

"In order to find out Bucky's whereabouts, we always have to pay some price."

He said to himself.

"Ladies, would you like to go into the room for a cup of coffee? Or vodka? I've just arrived in Moscow. I don't know any friends."

Luke made a direct invitation.

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

The general opening line is "do you want to do it at my house" or "come to my room for a cup of coffee".

This is a relatively straightforward invitation with little technical content.

But Luke tried to act like a rookie, his eyes dodged and seemed embarrassed.

Maybe it was the side effect of the glasses. Two female spies who had received professional training in red house were cheated.

They laugh in their hearts. They haven't met such a cute new for a long time.

Think of what instructor Talas said, in order to complete the task, we should do everything by any means.

The two felt that dealing with this new young rookie.

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

The other party will say everything he knows.

"Yegorova, what do you think?"

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

Before getting to the point, we need to lift men's appetite and arouse their restless desire.

In this way, we can take the initiative and be more likely to achieve our goal.

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

Yegorova twisted her waist and walked into the room.

Claire hesitated and waited a few seconds to follow.

"Thank you for your kindness."

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

He stumbled out a bottle of vodka from the wine cabinet and began to pour wine for the two women.

The latter's eyes flashed a trace of contempt.

They don't know how many times they have met this routine of getting drunk and doing whatever they want.

The red house training course includes alcohol immunity.

Let alone a bottle of vodka, Claire and yegorova won't get drunk even if they pour more spirits.

"Get this guy drunk and throw it to the KGB."

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

The two female spies inadvertently looked at each other and exchanged ideas only through their eyes.

In their view, everything is under control.