Marvel’s Superman

Kremlin, music hall.

"Why choose Natasha?"

Yegorova picked up a glass of champagne and walked to Taras.

That's right, the spy chief also attended the welcome ceremony.

Rarely, the other party took off his army green uniform and put on a uniform full of medals.

With that unsmiling and serious face, it has the temperament of a Jagged soldier.

Surrounding him are the FIA, the big bosses of the KGB department.

In the eyes of the outside world, they are the eagle dogs and minions of the Red Empire.

Responsible for removing those discordant noises, as well as some dangerous elements, from the team.

"She's clean, regardless of background or otherwise."

Taras didn't answer, but took out a pen and wrote the contents on the napkin.

Yegorova was stunned for a moment, then reacted.

She remembered, at the secret meeting where the plans for Superman were being made.

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

As a walking nuclear weapon, all countries in the world have studied Superman.

Several of his battles in public, or in the videos and texts that have flowed out.

It has shown amazing defensive power, movement ability that is difficult to detect with the naked eye, and extremely terrifying energy response.

This is superficial combat power.

And in other respects.

For example, in terms of physical quality, hearing, vision, etc., it must also far exceed human beings.

"Something like Superman, he can hear us even if we talk through the wall."

Taras was cautious and didn't want to attract the attention of the other party.

"A senior person like you, as long as you appear in front of Superman, will soon be exposed."

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

Yegorova took a sip of mead and looked towards the bar on the edge of the dance floor, seemingly unwilling.

Young, tall, handsome, tough...

Those compliment-filled prefixes are placed on the top of Superman's head.

Let the man with the smile on the corner of his mouth look so charming and so irresistible.

Why is this kind of beauty reserved for that young girl?

Natasha can sleep until Superman, but she can only cheap the curly-haired male secretary.

Just thinking about it makes me angry!

"Sir, please don't overlook an important issue."

Yegorova put down the glass and wrote two lines.

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

Out of women's intuition, and emotional way of thinking.

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

Thinking from another perspective, if you can get on the superman relationship and become the lover of the other party, is it necessary to be subject to a spy agency?

"As expected of the students I taught, I can take this level into consideration."

Talas first praised, and then continued to write: "What you think is exactly what I want to see."

"The newer who has not received cruel training, the easier it is to be manipulated by inner emotions and make some behaviors and decisions that are not in line with rational thinking."

"So, when the spy gets close to the target and enters the target's life, it may be affected - this is normal."

"I've seen this happen many times, even spies fall in love with the target, and there are people who betray the organization."

A cold light flashed in Taras' eyes, like a vulture, showing a cold smile.

Yegorova was awe-inspiring, as an excellent student trained by the Red House.

Of course she knew about those who betrayed, and the end was often tragic.

"The reason why I'm happy to see this kind of thing is because the disguised performance will always reveal flaws, and only true feelings can move people's hearts."

Taras smiled smugly, crumpled the densely-written napkin, and stuffed it into his pocket.

He didn't think of Superman as an idiot who could be swayed by beauty.

The plan of the red house is to establish a bridge for communication and conversation through Natasha.

Then go a step further and reach some kind of cooperation or exchange of interests.

This is the true purpose of Hydra and Leviathan.

"Actually, sir."

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

"The Red House doesn't know anything about his hobbies and whether there are any special hobbies."

"To make sure the plan goes smoothly, I volunteered to team up with Natasha..."

Taras' expression was stiff, is this the student he taught?

Can't close your legs when you see Superman?

Simply vulgar!

"You'd better find that curly-haired male secretary."

The spy chief stood up and walked away.

With his serious research on Superman, as well as a full understanding.

The other party should not be a superficial person who is obsessed with women and indulges in gentleness.

Love between men and women is, at best, a condiment that adds to the fun.

Wanting to influence anything is a fool's errand.

Sending out Natasha was just a tentative move.

Even on the Hydra side, there is not much hope.

"If you send enough women, you can get a good impression of Superman. I can send the whole red house out."

Taras thought silently.

"However, it's not possible."

In his opinion, if Claire, Yegorova, Natasha and others are packed together, they will be presented with both hands.

I am afraid that it will arouse the disgust of Superman, and the other party may regard it as an insult, and thus generate anger.

Taras shook his head and walked out of the music hall.

I hope Natasha's performance tonight will satisfy Superman.

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

...

...

"The Kremlin" means "inner city" in Russian. It is located in the heart of Moscow and has a triangular shape with 18 towers scattered around the palace walls.

Among them, the most famous is the Savior Tower.

It is 71 meters high, and is equipped with chimes on all sides, which are connected to the school clock of the observatory.

The top is equipped with a red five-pointed star, which was initially made of brass, and later replaced by expensive rubies to prevent corrosion from rain and snow.

When night falls, people can see the red pentagram shining on the tower of the Savior, piercing the dark clouds.

Like a beacon, pointing the way.

"Captain America has appeared."

Generation Zemo broke the news to Baron Strucker.

The other party folded his arms and stood on the top floor of the Savior Tower, overlooking the Kremlin.

The bald baron adjusted his glasses and snorted coldly: "It's abominable, because Superman is there, Steve Rogers doesn't care about Hydra anymore."

Captain America had sneaked into Moscow before to find out about Bucky.

Later, it was discovered by the agents of the red house and almost fell into the circle of Hydra.

But not long after, he came again.

And compared to the previous cautious, this time it is more high-profile.

"Provocation! This is Chi Guoguo's provocation!"

Baron Strucker was a little dissatisfied. If it was changed to the past, he would directly send the Winter Soldier to teach the other party a hard lesson.

Things are different now.

Just think that Superman is in a place not far from the Savior Tower, staggering and drinking.

Baron Strucker felt uneasy and chilled behind his back.

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

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

"The most dangerous places are often the safest places."

Generation Zemo saw what the bald baron thought and comforted: "Superman would not have thought that we are near him."

"Even though he can see far and hear far, it is not a fixed-point surveillance."

"There are at least thousands of people in the Kremlin. Their conversations, their footsteps, are like the many channels of a radio, and we are just a grain of sand in a sea of ​​people, an imperceptible little noise."

Although Generation Zemo said so, he subconsciously lowered his voice.

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

"A 'nightingale' sent by the Red House approached Superman."

Generation Zemo had contacted the spy chief Taras before and learned that the plan had begun.

"Hydra needs to develop and it takes time."

Baron Strucker sighed, and the Red Empire strode forward, standing at the top of the world.

The future can be foreseen, is the confrontation between the two superpowers.

A stalemate creates chaos and breeds opportunity.

What Hydra is best at is to draw nourishment from disputes and conflicts and win.

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

"By the way, Whitehall, and Mrs. Viper, do they have news?"

Baron Strucker asked suddenly.

Generation Zemo shook his head.

Daniel Whitehall, the Inhuman faction of Hydra.

Advocate to welcome back to the hive, as a god.

His base camp is in Southeast Asia, and he has a lot of connections with the long-disappeared Inhumans.

During World War II, Mrs. Viper was active in the Pacific theater.

After the defeat of Neon Island, she also gathered her power.

The woman with a beautiful appearance and a heart like a scorpion seems to be proficient in black magic.

There are also private contacts with the newly emerging Hand Association.

All in all, it is not a good thing to be a leader in Hydra and control a faction.

"No, they refuse to communicate."

Generation Zemo replied.

Hydra was originally filled with factions, and when the Red Skull was still around, the others were not very convinced and did not really recognize the position of the "leader" of the other party.

It's just that the Red Skull hugged the mustache leader's thigh, and the momentum of the axis of evil was in full swing, which barely gave him a face.

Later, Red Skull's whereabouts are unknown and suspected of death.

The Hydra forces that belonged to him were packaged and taken away by the Strategic Science Corps for integration and digestion.

Baron Strucker also got a piece of the cake and expanded his faction.

He resolved the grievances with Leviathan, made a deal, and hid in the Red Empire.

Taking into account the strength of Superman, the bald baron thought about uniting other Hydra factions to form a huge whole in preparation for rebuilding the empire.

But the leaders of those factions did not seem to buy it.

"The rabble! Short-sighted!"

Baron Strucker cursed angrily.

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

"The goals of each faction are different. Mrs. Viper is obsessed with poison and magic. Whitehall wants to welcome back the god of aliens. Your grand plan, Lord Baron, is to rebuild the Hydra Empire."

A generation of Zemo can see clearly that without strong enough strength or background, it is impossible for Baron Strucker to integrate Hydra and twist it into a rope.

"Even if it's a deal, we lack enough leverage."

The bald baron cleaned up his bad mood. He thought about it seriously. Unless he hugged a thick thigh like the Red Skull, it would be impossible to integrate Hydra and merge the various factions into one.

The key lies in this thick thigh, where to find it?

As his thoughts diverged, Baron Strucker looked at the Kremlin's concert hall, and an inexplicable bold thought popped up in his head.

"I must be crazy!"

He hurriedly shook his head and shook it off.

Let Superman lead Hydra?

No one will believe this.

That is the top leader of S.H.I.E.L.D., the biggest contributor to defeating the axis of evil and crushing the Berlin regime.

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

ps: also~