Over at Savior Tower, Baron Strucker is considering whether to abandon the dark side and embrace the bright side and embrace the thigh of Superman.
In the music hall, Luke was also thinking silently about how to integrate Hydra into S.H.I.E.L.D..
He had confessed to Dr. Zola long ago that he planned to join Hydra and then become their leader.
Anyway, S.H.I.E.L.D. is a house with air leakage from all sides. No matter how you patch it up, Hydra will always seep in.
Rather than guarding against thieves for a thousand days, it is better to avoid future troubles forever.
Completely destroy Hydra?
it's out of the question.
These people are like cockroaches that cannot be killed. When you find the first one, it means that countless others have appeared.
Their ability to develop offline and expand scale is comparable to a certain sunshine project of the Celestial Empire.
You can easily gather a group of believers.
Whether it's the mustache Fuhrer or Red Skull, their rhetoric will never go out of style.
What about blood supremacy and race superiority and inferiority?
and slogans such as "In order to create a better future, Hydra decided to rule the world."
These days, there are always more fools than liars, and someone will always be fooled.
As we all know, if you want to completely eliminate a nest of cockroaches, without considering the consequences or cost, the best way is to blow up the house.
Therefore, unless Luke is determined to blow up the earth, there is really no confidence that Hydra will be wiped out.
He was never willing to do things that were time-consuming and laborious.
Besides, whether it's in comics or movies.
Hydra is always tenacious, dedicated, and hardworking in his role as the villain, receiving lunch after lunch.
One can't help but suspect that they were so active in causing trouble, were defeated, and then continued to cause trouble, and were defeated again... in fact, they were just trying to cheat.
"General, what are you thinking about?"
A soft voice sounded quietly, pulling Luke back from his divergent thoughts.
He shook the glass of vodka in his hand and returned his gaze to the girl in front of him.
"Natasha, do you believe in luck?"
Luke took a sip of strong wine and asked suddenly.
Sitting opposite, the somewhat uneasy Natasha was stunned for a moment.
Her little mind was trying hard to recall the conversation skills taught by the instructor.
How to lead the topic to the aspect that Superman is interested in, and how to accurately express what you mean - if you say straightforwardly, I want to have sex with you, it would seem too vulgar and not reserved enough.
Moreover, from the perspective of male creatures, things that are too easy to obtain are often not cherished.
Because subconsciously, you will feel that it does not have much value.
When spies seduce their targets, they can only deal with skin and flesh and exchange power and sex with guns.
In other cases, it often takes several rounds of mutual testing, ambiguity, and signaling.
Then, he stepped on the accelerator, rushed directly onto the highway, and drained the corners at a speed of 200 miles.
"Luck?"
Natasha thought that he was just a new student, but ended up graduating early and became a spy close to Superman, and his eyes were slightly dazed.
"Of course, Your Excellency General. If it weren't for the favor of the goddess of luck, how could I be sitting here, sitting next to you."
While giving the answer, she also looked at Superman with admiring eyes.
The instructor at Red Room once said, "A man can never resist a woman who worships him."
That will make the other person feel extremely satisfied and have a sense of accomplishment.
"I was born in Brooklyn. My father died in a gang fight and my mother died of tuberculosis."
Luke started talking nonsense seriously.
The low tone and the deep eyes that were obsessed with memories made Natasha believe it.
This ability to write stories out of the blue is also thanks to my past life on social platforms such as Yiyun and Bihu.
"That's really bad."
The female agent answered.
There was just the right amount of distress and tenderness in his eyes.
"I often got into fights when I was studying, so I dropped out of school and worked with my uncle to make money - to put it bluntly, I ran errands for the gang."
Luke was completely into the drama, showing a look like "I have a story, do you have a drink?"
"For people like me, the future is predictable."
"Either like my father, die in a gang fight, or be arrested and thrown into jail and lose the chance to become a good person."
"Or, be a truck driver, receive a low salary, and repeat the same boring work."
"But I did not become that person. Now I am sitting in the music hall of Kree Mlin Palace, accepting an interview from your country Fuhrer."
"Everyone here, they smile when they see me and show respect."
"Natasha, do you think this is something that good luck can accomplish?"
Luke put down the wine glass and looked directly at the other person.
The inexperienced chick, faced with such a situation, unsurprisingly showed panic.
"There is no such thing as luck. Just like you are here, you are not waiting for friends, nor are you sneaking in with relatives from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs."
Luke's sharp tone revealed Natasha's disguise like a knife.
The chick was completely stunned, its beautiful eyes blinking as if it had lost the ability to think.
In her body, there is no trace of the future S.H.I.E.L.D. tenth-level agent or Avengers veteran.
"That's right. I, I'm here to get close to you."
Natasha drank herself a sip of vodka, and the alcohol seemed to make her head clearer.
The stumbling tone gradually became smoother.
"What's the reason? Do you plan to get something from me?"
Luke pretends to be curious.
"A woman clings to a strong man and worships a strong man. Do you need any reason, General?"
Natasha is so pitiful, with sparkling eyes.
No matter how hard your heart is, it will melt when you meet such a lovely person.
But Luke doesn't.
Because he has no feelings.
"Nice answer."
Luke said from the bottom of his heart.
Although this baby bird is not as powerful as "Black Widow".
But she has shown enough potential and the ability to adapt to the standard.
The game that was originally announced to be over was brought to an end by Natasha's speech just now.
"I was born in a poor family, and it was just because I was good-looking that I became a tool to attract big people."
Perhaps driven by Luke's superb acting skills, Natasha also started to get involved in the show.
"My biggest dream when I was little was to be able to eat all-you-can-eat bread."
"The cruel life taught me that if I don't want to go hungry and if I want to live a good life, I have to cling to a big tree like a vine."
"Your Excellency General, you are the most powerful, powerful, and trustworthy 'towering tree' I have ever seen."
The weak eyes, the look of self-pity, and the face with a hint of youthfulness, but the beautiful outline can already be seen.
If the target were changed to someone else, this would be a sure kill.
Because in World War II, German army caused great damage to Soviet Union.
The troops that marched straight in looted nearly 2,000 cities and workers' residential areas, destroyed more than 60,000 miles of railways, nearly 2,000 state-owned farms, and nearly 100,000 collective farms.
The huge economic losses, calculated at pre-war prices, amounted to 700 billion rubles.
Coupled with the population consumed in the war, the progress of this Red Empire is not smooth.
At least in terms of living standards, there has not been an extremely significant improvement.
We all live a collective life, and the supply of food and daily necessities is often under tension.
Therefore, it is reasonable for Natasha to say what he said above.
Tragic life experience, coupled with good looks.
It can completely impress hard-hearted men and make them have the urge to care.
"I almost believed it."
Luke thought with satisfaction.
He saw a good prospect in an agent.
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"Take me to meet the Red Room people."
Luke stretched out his hand and lifted Natasha's chin. The drama tonight ended here. It was time to meet the real master behind the scenes.
"I forgot to mention that I can hear your heartbeat and even your pulse. In front of the human polygraph, your lies are not perfect enough."
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