Chapter 299

Kremlin, concert hall.

"Why Natasha?"

Yegorova picked up a glass of champagne and walked slowly to Talas.

Yes, the spy leader also attended the welcome ceremony.

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

With that serious face, it has the temperament of an iron soldier.

All around him are the leaders of the foreign intelligence agency and the KGB.

In the eyes of the outside world, they are hawks and minions of the red empire.

Be responsible for removing those discordant noises and some dangerous elements from the team.

"She's clean, regardless of identity, background, or anything else."

Taras did not answer, but took out a pen and wrote the content on the napkin.

Yegorova was slightly stunned and immediately reacted.

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

The other party has mentioned that it's best not to communicate directly.

As a walking nuclear weapon, Superman has been studied all over the world.

He fought several times in public, or in videos and written materials.

It shows amazing defense, movement ability that is difficult to capture by the naked eye, and extremely terrible energy response.

This is the apparent combat power.

In other ways.

For example, in terms of various physical qualities, such as hearing and vision, it must be far superior to human beings.

"Like Superman, he can hear us even if we speak across the wall."

Talas was cautious and didn't want to attract each other's attention.

"Senior people like you will soon be exposed as long as they appear in front of Superman."

"The more clumsy the chick, the more it can make the eagle relax its vigilance and neglect its vigilance."

Yegorova sipped the Mead and looked at the bar at the edge of the dance floor. It seemed that she was unwilling.

Young, tall, handsome, strong

Those commendatory prefixes, put them on Superman's head.

Let that smiling man appear so charming and irresistible.

Why should such a beautiful thing be enjoyed exclusively by that green girl?

Natasha can sleep until Superman, but she can only afford the curly male clerk.

It's very angry to think about it!

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

Yegorova put down her glass and wrote two lines.

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

Out of women's intuition and perceptual way of thinking.

Yegorova believes that the chick selected by Taras may not stand firmly on the side of the red house.

Transposition thinking, if you can catch up with Superman and become each other's lover, is it necessary to be subject to a spy agency?

"Worthy of being the student I taught, I can consider this level."

Taras first praised and then continued: "what you think is what I want to see."

"The more new people 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 are not in line with rational thinking."

"So it's normal that spies may be affected when they approach the target and enter the target's life."

"I've seen similar things happen many times. Even spies fall in love with targets and betray the organization."

A cold light flashed in Talas's eyes, like a vulture, with a cold smile.

Yegorova is awe inspiring in her heart. She is an excellent student trained by the red house.

Of course she knew that the betrayers often ended up miserable.

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

Taras smiled proudly, crumpled the tightly written napkin into a ball and stuffed it into his pocket.

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

The plan of red house is to build a bridge for communication and conversation with each other through Natasha.

Then go further and reach some kind of cooperation or interest exchange.

This is the real purpose of Hydra and Leviathan.

"Actually, sir."

Yegorova shook her glass, suddenly pulled out a napkin and wrote, "I don't think Natasha alone can completely attract Superman's interest."

"Red house knows nothing about his hobbies and whether he has any special hobbies."

"In order to make the plan more smooth, I volunteered to form a team with Natasha..."

Taras has a stiff expression. Is this the student he taught?

Can't close your legs when you see Superman?

It's vulgar!

"You'd better go to the curly man clerk."

The spy leader got up and left.

With his serious study of Superman and full understanding.

The other party should not be a shallow person who is keen on female sex and indulges in tenderness.

Love between men and women can only be regarded as a condiment to add fun at best.

What you want to influence is a dream.

Sending Natasha was just an attempt.

Even the Hydra didn't have much hope.

"If you send enough women, you can get a good impression of Superman. I have no problem sending out the whole red house."

Taras thought silently.

"However, it is impossible."

In his opinion, if Claire, yegorova and Natasha were packed together, they would be presented with both hands.

I'm afraid it will arouse Superman's disgust, and the other party may regard it as an insult, resulting in anger.

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

I hope Natasha's performance tonight can satisfy Superman.

In this way, Superman can be satisfied with the red house.

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"Kremlin" means "inner city" in Russian. It is located in the heart of Moscow and is triangular. There are 18 towers scattered around the palace wall.

Among them, the most famous is the Savior tower.

It is 71 meters high and is equipped with self chimes on all sides. It is connected with the calibration clock of the observatory.

The top is equipped with a red five pointed star. At first, it was made of brass. Later, in order to prevent rain and snow corrosion, it was replaced by expensive ruby.

Every night, people can see the Red Pentagram shining on the tower of the Savior, piercing the dark clouds.

Like a lighthouse, guiding the direction.

"Captain America appeared."

A generation of ZEMO told the news to Baron Strack.

The other party stood on the top floor of the Savior tower with his hands on his chest, overlooking the Kremlin.

The bald Baron held his glasses and said coldly, "it's hateful. Steve Rogers doesn't pay attention to the Hydra because of Superman."

The captain of the United States had lurked into Moscow to inquire about baki.

Later, the red house agent found that he almost fell into the circle of Hydra.

Before long, however, he came again.

And more high-profile than before.

"Provocation! This is red fruit's provocation!"

Baron Strack was dissatisfied. If he changed to the past, he would directly send winter soldiers to teach each other a hard lesson.

Things are different now.

As long as you think of Superman, you will drink and have fun not far from the Savior tower.

Baron Strack felt uneasy and cold behind his back.

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

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

"The most dangerous place is often the safest place."

A generation of ZEMO saw the idea of the bald Baron and comforted: "Superman wouldn't think of it. We're near him."

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

"There are at least thousands of people in the Kremlin. Their conversation and footsteps are like many channels of a radio, and we are just a grain of sand in the sea of people, a subtle noise."

Although Gen ZEMO said so, he subconsciously lowered his voice.

Baron Strack sat back in his chair and said after a moment of silence, "let Leviathan speed up his progress. If Superman can't be solved, he will always be the sword of Damocles hanging over the hydra."

"A 'Nightingale' sent by the red house approached Superman."

A generation of ZEMO contacted Taras, the spy leader, and learned that the plan had begun.

"Hydra needs development and time."

Baron Strack sighed and the red Empire swaggered to the pole of the world.

The foreseeable future is the confrontation between the two superpowers.

Stalemate can create chaos and nurture opportunities.

Hydra is best at drawing nutrition from disputes and conflicts and seizing victory.

This huge and secret organization has inherited only power and conspiracy.

"By the way, Whitehall, and Mrs. viper, have they heard from you?"

Asked Baron Strack suddenly.

Gen ZEMO shook his head.

Daniel Whitehall is an alien faction of Hydra.

He advocates returning to the hive and worshipping it as a God.

His base camp is in Southeast Asia, which has a lot to do with the alien who has disappeared for a long time.

Mrs. Viper was active in the Pacific during World War II.

After the defeat of neon Island, she also gathered power.

The woman who looks beautiful and has a heart like a snake and scorpion seems to be proficient in black magic.

There are also private contacts with the newly rising hand Association.

In a word, people who can become leaders and control a faction in Hydra are not good.

"No, they refuse to communicate."

Gen ZEMO replied.

Hydra was originally full of factions. When the red skeleton was still there, others were not convinced and did not really recognize each other's "leader" position.

It was only when he saw the red skeleton holding the mustache head's thigh and the momentum of the axis of evil was at its zenith that he barely gave him a face.

Later, the whereabouts of the red skeleton were unknown and suspected of death.

The Hydra force belonging to him was packaged and taken away by the strategic science Corps for integration and digestion.

Baron Strack was also given a piece of cake to strengthen his faction.

He resolved his grievances with Leviathan, reached a deal and hid in the red empire.

Considering the strength of Superman, the bald Baron wanted to unite other Hydra factions to form a huge whole to prepare for the reconstruction of the Empire.

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

"Mob! Shortsighted!"

Baron Strack scolded angrily.

If it goes on like this, the Hydra will exist in name only.

"The goals of each faction are different. Lady viper is obsessed with poison and magic. Whitehall wants to welcome back the alien god, and your grand blueprint, Baron, is to rebuild the Hydra empire."

A generation of ZEMO saw clearly that without strong enough strength or inside information, Baron Strack could not integrate the Hydra and twist it into a rope.

"Even for trading, we lack enough chips."

The bald Baron cleaned up his bad mood. He thought carefully. Unless he held a thick thigh like a red skeleton, he could not integrate the Hydra and merge all factions into one.

The key is this thick thigh. Where should I find it?

As his thoughts diverged, Baron Strack looked at the Kremlin concert hall and a bold idea rose in his head.

"I must be crazy!"

He shook his head and threw it away.

Let Superman lead the Hydra?

No one will believe it.

That was the supreme leader of the s.h.i.e.l.l.d., who defeated the axis of evil and smashed the Berlin regime.

If the hydra is handed over to the other party, can it still be a hydra?