The urban area of Washington is most famous for its various private clubs.
Such as veterans' clubs, sea, land and air clubs, cigar clubs... either in official names or under various high-profile names.
Most of them are used for interpersonal communication in small circles, so the threshold for joining is very high. Unless you have a familiar recommender or submit an application, you can't even get in through the main entrance.
In the final analysis, the reason why the club is popular is that the upper class of United States advocates elite culture.
They completely copied the private clubs and salon gatherings of nobles in Europe in the 17th century.
Through the form of clubs, elites from different circles are brought together.
And use high-end consumption and lifestyle that only a few people can enjoy, and then shut out most people.
For example, golf clubs, sailing clubs, etc.
These have strict requirements on income, occupation and consumption level.
"Just stop here."
Luke called the Snap. The black car slowed down slowly and stopped in a bustling area with bright lights and greenery.
This is a bar street in the urban area, where many jazz groups gather, and many famous singers have emerged.
"Bar?"
Fury glanced outside and wondered secretly.
The dignified Lieutenant General and S.H.I.E.L.D. are long, how could they run out to go to the bar!
"The nightlife has just begun, so that's when they must be out and about."
Luke's eyes flashed and he thought silently.
Washington D.C. has several interesting streets.
For example, Pennsylvania Avenue is a fixed parade location for various civil organizations and trade unions.
If there is going to be a strike or trouble, it will definitely start from this street.
Because Pennsylvania Avenue is an important commuting route, it can go directly to White House and Reichstag.
In addition, there is K Street, the famous "lobbying street" in later generations.
It is home to a large number of think tanks, public relations companies and international headquarters.
People like World Bank and International Monetary Fund all settled here.
If Wall Street of New York is the international financial center, then K Street of Washington D.C. is the international political center.
Every presidential election is a multi-party game between the public relations company here and the capital groups behind it.
"It's really lively."
Luke stepped out of the car, and this street filled with intoxicating atmosphere was called "U Street".
The most popular bars in the metropolitan area, as well as the most popular bands, are all here.
He glanced casually and saw a long queue.
Basically, there are sexy girls dressed up, and young guys wearing colorful wigs that look like killers.
"Director Cahill is a music enthusiast secretly?"
As the driver, Fury got out of the car consciously.
Normally, he should also act as a bodyguard.
However, considering the strength of our own Director, it is not certain who will protect whom in real danger.
"Don't get me wrong, Agent Fury, where we are going is the club opposite."
Luke deliberately changed into a suit today instead of wearing military uniform.
Coupled with Nick-Fury, who appears at night and is almost invisible, it is a bit like a common combination of young rich people and black bodyguards.
"Wine club?"
Fury glanced at the illuminated billboard, which had a pattern of goblets outlined with colored lights, and a "Keep Out" sign at the door.
"Fury, I said before, I hope you can have a strong enough psychological quality. Because tonight, you will see a... more real world."
Luke fiddled with his hair a few times, creating a bunch of sexy curls, and then took out a pair of glasses from his pocket.
"Clark-Kent's glasses", a reward from the Mutants camp mission.
As long as you put it on, you can transform yourself into a tall, sunny and handsome reporter.
It's completely a disguised weapon!
"Cahill...Director?"
Fury stared at Luke, whose image had changed drastically, with shocked eyes.
The originally slightly stern young face was replaced by a curly-haired man with a gentle temperament and full of sunshine!
"This is just a little bit of camouflage technology."
Fortunately, Luke's voice is still the same and has not changed much.
"It's like a huge transformation into a living person!"
This made the frightened Fury take a few seconds to calm down.
Such superb camouflage technology is actually said to be "insignificant". Director Cahill is really humble.
It felt like there was no makeup at all, just putting on those glasses, and the whole person's appearance and temperament were completely different.
"Go in, Fury."
Luke walked in with his head held high.
Then, not surprisingly, he was stopped.
"This is a private club and does not entertain any guests other than non-members."
The muscular bodyguard stopped the intruder, and his attitude was quite polite.
Maybe it was because he saw Luke's valuable handmade custom-made suit and the entourage that followed him - those who are more pompous these days are either liars or rich people.
"I was recommended by Mr. John-Stillman."
Luke faced the Metropolis reporter's face, leaned forward, and spoke in a low voice.
At the same time, he took out his membership card from his pocket and handed it to the bodyguard.
"Director Cahill has indeed made thorough preparations."
Fury breathed a sigh of relief. He thought that after Luke was stopped, he would just take off his glasses and force his way in.
By then, the scene will probably be extremely bloody.
Regarding the legendary experiences of Superman Lieutenant General that have been spread widely, there are many amazing deeds such as killing all the enemy camp guards and completing the latent mission.
Therefore, it is not surprising that Nick-Fury would have this idea.
"I heard there's a wine tasting tonight?"
Luke skillfully held a few bills between his fingers and stuffed them into the bodyguard's pocket.
"That's right. Mr. Gettarlo organized it and invited several guests."
After checking the membership card and confirming it was correct, the bodyguard put Luke in.
The members of this wine club are all high-ranking people from Washington D.C., and they attach great importance to the confidentiality of personal information.
Luke can name John-Stillman, the name of White House Chief of Staff.
Coupled with the membership card in hand, it is enough to gain the trust of the bodyguard.
"Still in the same place, on the second floor?"
Luke glanced at it intentionally or unintentionally. He seemed to be quite familiar with the layout of the building and directly told him where the usual gatherings were.
"Of course. Always."
The bodyguard nodded.
"I need to bring him in, should it be okay?"
Luke waved to Fury. The bodyguard did not stop him, but just reminded him——
"The entourage must wait in the reception room and cannot participate in the party."
After walking into the main entrance and going up the side stairs, Luke casually looked at the environment. It was a very typical Gothic decoration.
The complex and exaggerated decorations and lines, as well as the brighter colors, reveal a delicate sense of beauty.
It's totally Vampires's favorite set.
"Agent Fury, don't be afraid of whatever you see next."
Luke walked through the corridor, stepped on the soft carpet, and walked out of a thick door.
"Director, I have been on the battlefield and worked as an agent. No matter what happens, I will not be afraid!"
Nick-Fury showed a brave side. He thought he was also a person who has seen big scenes.
The trenches of flesh and blood filled with corpses on the battlefield, the steel tanks with machine guns fired at them, are like bombers roaring with death...
Surviving such a dangerous environment requires courage and luck.
"That's good."
Bang!
Luke gently pushed the door open.
The "wine tasting party" that had already begun appeared before their eyes.
A lifeless body of a girl was placed naked on a long table.
There was a blood line on the wrist, and the red liquid that had lost its heat flowed along the wound and quickly dripped into a goblet.
The abdomen and chest seemed to have been cut open with a sharp scalpel by a doctor with precise techniques, and several small silver bowls were used to contain the blood essence inside.
The group of people sitting around the long table were distinguished members of the wine club. They were well-dressed and spoke with grace.
But there was a trace of blood on the corner of everyone's mouth.
"Did you see that? This is the so-called dressed-up beast."
Luke shrugged helplessly. If he could have come half an hour earlier, he might have been able to save the innocent girl.
It's a pity that when he appeared outside the club's gate, the other party's living body had turned cold.
"Does the so-called wine tasting mean to imitate Vampires and do such despicable and despicable deeds that are inhumane?"
The appearance of Luke made the hall suddenly quiet.
Those people looked at the intruding curly-haired man with strange eyes.
"Who are you?"
The middle-aged man sitting at the head asked as usual.
The gathering at the wine club is quite secretive, and it is impossible for outsiders to get past the bodyguards and show up here.
"My name is Clark-Kent, I am Daily Bugle's number one reporter, a fighter for justice who is ready to expose your ugly face!"
Luke opened his mouth and came, leaving the group of the Ghoul Clan sitting in a circle, and Nick-Fury behind them, stunned for a moment.
"Another idiot who can't see the situation clearly."
The middle-aged man waved his hand and pressed the bell on the table to call the bodyguard downstairs.
He thought they were government agents, or secret investigators.
What big waves can a little reporter make?
The middle-aged man was too lazy to do it himself, so he just called the bodyguard to handle it.
Looking at Luke standing at the door, and Nick-Fury following behind, he said, "Put this reporter in the trunk. Seeing as he is so young, he can be used as the 'red wine' to be tasted tomorrow."
"As for that nigger, throw it in a tin bucket, pour cement on it, and throw it in the river."
The middle-aged man grinned, and two sharp teeth were vaguely visible.
"Vampires are all practicing racial discrimination? You have no future because you are not politically correct enough."
Luke didn't expect Vampires from North America to look down on black people and not even want to suck blood.
The Vampires family in Europe are not so picky eaters.
The middle-aged man ignored the young reporter's murmur, and a group of rich and powerful bodyguards walked up the stairs in a menacing manner.
The black gun was pointed at Luke and Nick-Fury. The bodyguard guarding the door said in panic, "Sorry, Mr. Gettarlo!"
"He said he knew Mr. John-Stillman and had his membership card, so I let him in!"
A middle-aged man named Gettarlo glared at the other party coldly and pretended to be generous. "People will always make mistakes. This is nothing, but you must know how to make up for your mistakes."
"These two people interrupted the wine tasting, damaged everyone's interest, and missed the most appropriate tasting time for this high-end red wine."
"So, deal with that nigga and send the other one to the freezer."
The bodyguard nodded repeatedly and pulled the trigger without hesitation.
Because it was equipped with a silencer, the bullet exited the muzzle without making a sound like exploding beans.
The next second later, there was no death scene of Nick-Fury falling to the ground.
"Very good."
Luke calmly opened his palms, and the shriveled Negasonic Teenage Warhead fell down.
"You have now committed multiple crimes including attacking Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D., shooting innocent people, and wanting to harm a Lieutenant General, trying to illegally detain his personal freedom, and posing a great threat to his life."
"So next, it's time for me to perform self-defense."