Marvel’s Superman

The Washington metropolitan area is best known for its various private clubs.

Like a veterans club, a sea, land, and air club, a cigar club... either in the name of the official, or in the name of 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 referrer or submit an application, you will not even be able to enter the main entrance.

In the final analysis, the reason for the popularity of clubs is that the upper echelons of the United States advocate elite culture.

They copied the private clubs of seventeenth-century Europe and the salons of nobles.

Through the form of clubs, elites from different circles are brought together.

And use the high-end consumption and lifestyle that only a few people can enjoy, and then shut out the majority of people.

For example, golf clubs, sailing clubs, etc.

These have strict requirements on income, occupation and consumption level.

"Just stop here."

Luke snapped his fingers, and the black car slowed down slowly and stopped in the bustling area of ​​feasting.

This is a bar street in the metropolitan area, where there are many groups engaged in jazz music, and many well-known singers have come out.

"bar?"

Fury glanced outside, secretly suspicious.

How could the dignified lieutenant general, the director of SHIELD, run out of the bar!

"The nightlife is just getting started, so it must be when they come and go."

Luke's eyes flashed and he thought silently.

Washington DC has several interesting streets.

Pennsylvania Avenue, for example, is a fixed parade site for various civic organizations and labor unions.

If there is going to be a strike or trouble, it will definitely start from this street.

Because Pennsylvania Avenue is an important commuter route, it leads directly to the White House and the Capitol.

In addition, there is K Street, the famous "lobbying street" in later generations.

There are a large number of think tanks, public relations companies and international headquarters.

People like the World Bank and the International Monetary Fund have settled here.

If Wall Street in New York is an international financial center, then K Street in Washington, D.C., is an international political center.

Every presidential election is a multi-party game between the public relations company here and the capital group behind it.

"It's really lively."

Luke got out of the car, and this intoxicating street was called "U Street".

The hottest bars in the metro area, as well as the most popular bands, are all here.

He glanced at it casually, and he could see a long queue.

It's basically all sexy girls in costumes, and young guys with colorful wigs that make him look like a killer.

"Director Cavill is a music enthusiast in private?"

As the driver, Fury consciously got out of the car.

Usually, he should also act as a bodyguard.

However, considering the strength of his own director, it is not certain who will protect whom when he is really in danger.

"Don't get me wrong, Agent Fury, the place we're going is the club opposite."

Luke deliberately changed into a suit today and was not wearing a military uniform.

Coupled with the almost invisible Nick Fury who haunts at night, it's a bit like a common combination of young rich people and black bodyguards.

"Wine club?"

Fury glanced at the brightly lit billboard with a goblet pattern outlined with colored lights, and there was a "Do Not Enter" sign at the door.

"Fury, I said before, I hope you have strong enough mental quality. Because tonight, you will see a... a more real world."

Luke fiddled with his hair a few times to get a sexy curl, then pulled a pair of glasses from his pocket.

"Clark-Kent's Glasses", a reward from the Mutant faction quest.

As long as you wear it, you can turn yourself into a tall and handsome reporter image.

Totally a camouflage weapon!

"Cavill... Director?"

Fury stared at Luke, whose image had changed drastically, with shocked eyes.

The young face that was originally a little cold was replaced by a curly-haired man with a gentle temperament and full of sunshine!

"It's just a trivial camouflage technique."

Fortunately, Luke's voice remained the same, and not much changed.

"It's like a big change in life!"

This made Fury, who was frightened, take a few seconds to calm down.

With such superb camouflage skills, he actually said "trivial". Director Cavill is really humble.

It feels like there is no makeup at all, just put on that pair of glasses, the whole person's appearance and temperament are different.

"Come in, Fury."

Luke strutted and walked in.

Then, unexpectedly, he was stopped.

"This is a private club and no guests other than non-members are entertained."

The imposing bodyguard stopped the intruder, and his attitude was quite polite.

It may be to see Luke's expensive hand-made custom suit, and the accompanying entourage-the more pompous these days, either a liar or a rich man.

"I was recommended by Mr. John Stillman."

Luke pressed the face of the Metropolitan reporter, leaned forward, and said in a low voice.

At the same time, he also took out the membership card from his pocket and handed it to the bodyguard.

"Director Cavill really made thorough preparations."

Fury breathed a sigh of relief. He thought that after Luke was stopped, he would take off his glasses and force his way in.

By then, the scene will probably be extremely bloody.

Regarding the legendary experiences of Lieutenant General Superman, many of them have killed all the guards of the enemy camp and completed the amazing deeds of lurking.

So, it's not surprising that Nick Fury would have this idea.

"I heard there's a wine tasting tonight?"

Luke skillfully used his fingers to hold a few bills and stuffed them into the bodyguard's pocket.

"That's right. Mr. Guettaro hosted it, with several guests."

After checking the membership card and confirming that it was correct, the bodyguard put Luke in.

The members of this wine club are high-ranking people from Washington, D.C., and they attach great importance to the confidentiality of personal information.

Luke could name John Stillman, the White House chief of staff.

With the membership card in hand, it is enough to gain the trust of the bodyguard.

"Or the old place, the second floor?"

Luke glanced at it intentionally or unintentionally, and seemed to be quite familiar with the layout of the building, and directly stated the location of the usual gathering.

"Of course. Always."

The bodyguard nodded.

"I need to bring him in, it should be fine, right?"

Luke waved at Fury, and the bodyguard didn't stop him, just reminded--

"The entourage must wait in the reception room and cannot participate in the party."

Walking into the main entrance and going up the stairs on the side, Luke casually looked at the environment, which was a typical Gothic decoration.

Complicated and exaggerated decorations and lines, brighter colors, revealing a delicate beauty.

It's exactly what vampires like best.

"Agent Fury, don't be afraid of what you see later."

Luke walked across the hallway, stepping on the soft carpet, to a thick door.

"Director, I have been on the battlefield and have been an agent, no matter what happens, I will not be afraid!"

Nick Fury has shown a brave side, and he thinks he has seen the big scene too.

The flesh and blood trenches filled with corpses on the battlefield, steel tanks with machine guns strafing, like bombers whistling with death...

It takes courage and luck to survive in such a dangerous environment.

"That's good."

Bang!

Luke gently pushed open the door.

The "wine tasting party" that had already started was presented in front of the two of them.

The body of a girl who had lost its vitality was placed on a long table naked.

There was a blood line on the wrist, and the red liquid that had lost its heat ran down the wound and quickly dripped into a goblet.

The abdomen and chest seemed to be cut open by the doctor with a precise technique, a sharp scalpel, and several small silver bowls were filled with the blood essence inside.

The group of people sitting around the long table, the distinguished members of the wine club, they were well-dressed and their speeches were full of grace.

But there was a trace of blood on everyone's mouth.

"See it or not, this is the so-called beast in clothes."

Luke shrugged helplessly. If he could come half an hour earlier, he might be able to save the innocent girl.

It is a pity that when he appeared outside the gate of the club, the fresh body of the other party had become cold.

"The so-called wine tasting is to learn from vampires and do such despicable and dehumanizing acts?"

Luke's appearance made the hall suddenly quiet.

Those people stared at the intruding curly-haired man with strange eyes.

"Who are you?"

The middle-aged man sitting in the chief asked as usual.

The gathering of the wine club is quite secret, and it is impossible for outsiders to pass the bodyguard and appear here.

"My name is Clark Kent, I'm the number one reporter for the Daily Bugle, a fighter for justice ready to expose your ugly face!"

Luke opened his mouth to come, and let the group of haggis sitting in a circle, as well as Nick Fury in the back, listen for a while.

"Another idiot who can't see the situation clearly."

The middle-aged man waved his hand, rang the bell on the table, and called the bodyguard downstairs.

He thought it was a government agent, or an undercover investigator or something.

What big waves can a small reporter make?

The middle-aged man was too lazy to do it himself, so he directly called the bodyguard to deal with it.

Looking at Luke standing at the door, and Nick Fury following behind, he said, "Put this reporter in the trunk and see that he is so young that he can be used as the 'red wine' to be tasted tomorrow."

"As for that nigga, throw it in a tin bucket, pour cement, and throw it in the river."

The middle-aged man grinned and vaguely saw two sharp teeth.

"Vampires are all racist? You have no future because you are not politically correct."

Luke didn't expect that the vampires in North America would look down on black people, and they didn't even want to suck blood.

European vampire families are not so picky eaters.

The middle-aged man ignored the little reporter's rant, and a group of bodyguards who were five or three thick walked up the stairs aggressively.

The dark muzzle was aimed at Luke and Nick Fury, and the bodyguard guarding the door said in panic: "Sorry, Mr. Guettaro!"

"He said he knew Mr. John Stillman and his membership card, that's why I let him in!"

The middle-aged man named Gaetaro glared at the other party coldly, and pretended to be generous: "People always make mistakes, it's nothing, but you have to know how to make up for your mistakes."

"These two people interrupted the tasting session, damaged everyone's interest, and missed the most suitable tasting time for this high-end red wine."

"So, get rid of that nigga and send the other one to the freezer."

The bodyguard nodded again and again and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

Because of the silencer, the bullet shot out of the muzzle without making the sound of popping beans.

The next second later, there was no scene of Nick Fury's death.

"very good."

Luke spread his palm calmly, and the shriveled bullet fell.

"You are now committing crimes against SHIELD agents, shooting innocent people, trying to harm a lieutenant general, trying to unlawfully detain his liberty, and posing a great threat to his life."

"So next, it's time for my self-defense."