Marvel's Superman

Chapter 353 - 350 | Mutual Dramatic Acting, Beauty Attack, And Defense.

Chapter 353 - 350 Mutual Dramatic Acting, Beauty Attack, And Defense.

On the other side of Savior Tower, Baron Strucker considered whether to cast aside the dark and look for Superman's support.

On this side, at the ballroom, Luke was also silently thinking about bringing Hydra under S.H.I.E.L.D.

He told Dr. Zola that he intended to join Hydra and become their leader a long time ago.

Anyway, S.H.I.E.L.D was a house with leakage on all sides, and Hydra would always penetrate it, no matter how it was patched up.

Instead of being on guard against thieves for your whole life, it was better to avoid future troubles forever.

Completely destroy Hydra?

It was out of the question.

These people were like cockroaches that couldn't be killed. When someone found one, it meant that there were countless cockroaches somewhere.

Their ability to develop and expand in scale was comparable to multi-level marketing schemes.

They could gather a group of believers easily.

Whether it was the Fuhrer or Red Skull, their shtick never goes out of style.

Those so-called blood supremacy, racial superiority, and inferiority.

The slogan 'To create a better future, Hydra decided to rule the world'.

These days, there would always be more fools than crooks, and there would always be people who fall for it.

As we all know, the best way to completely exterminate a nest of cockroaches without considering the consequences and costs was to blow up the house.

Therefore, unless Luke was determined to blow up the planet, he really had no confidence in eliminating Hydra completely.

He never liked doing something that took too much time and effort.

Besides, whether in comics or movies, Hydra's pawns were always tenacious, dedicated, and hardworking as a villain, receiving one paycheck after another.

One couldn't help but wonder if they were so aggressive in making things happen, got defeated, and then continued to make things happen, and then got defeated again … actually, it was only for the salary.

"General, what are you thinking about?"

A soft voice quietly rang out, pulling Luke's scattered thoughts back.

He shook the glass of vodka in his hand, and his gaze shifted back to the young girl in front of him.

"Natasha, do you believe in luck?"

Luke took a sip of the liquor and suddenly asked.

Sitting opposite him, the uneasy Natasha paused.

Her little head was trying to recall the conversation skills taught by her instructors.

How to lead the topic to areas that Superman was interested in, and how to express her own meaning accurately -- if she bluntly said, 'I want to talk to you under the sheets', it would seem too vulgar and unreserved.

And, from a male creature's point of view, things that are too easily obtained are often unappreciated.

Because subconsciously, there won't be much value.

When a spy seduced a target, only the flesh trade and power exchange would come up, and firearms would rarely truly come out.

In other cases, it often took several rounds of mutual probing, ambiguity, and hints.

Then, they would step on the gas pedal, accelerate to a high speed, and drift at 200 mph.

"Luck?"

Natasha's eyes slightly drifted when she thought that she was just a new student who graduated early and became a spy who could get close to Superman.

"Of course, General. If it weren't for luck's favor, how would I be sitting here, next to you? "

While giving him an answer, she also looked at Superman with admiring eyes.

The instructor of the Red Room said, 'A man can never resist a woman who worships him.'

That would give the other party a great sense of inner satisfaction and accomplishment.

"I was born in Brooklyn, my father died in a gang fight, and my mother died of tuberculosis."

Luke started seriously talking nonsense.

The low tone of voice, the deep look of dwelling on memories, made Natasha believe it.

This ability to make up stories at the drop of a hat was also thanks to the community platforms battling keyboard warriors.

"That's terrible."

The female agent acted as if she was moved.

The eyes are just right, showing a trace of heartache and tenderness.

"I often fought with people when I was in school, so I dropped out of school and did some money-making work with my uncle -- to put it bluntly, I was running errands for the mob."

Luke was completely into the play, acting like, 'I have a lot of stories, do you have time?'

"For people like me, the future could be predicted."

"Either like my father, to die in a gang fight or be taken to prison and lose a chance to be a good man."

"Or, be a truck driver, get a low salary, and repeat the same boring work."

"But I didn't become that kind of person. Now, I'm sitting in the ballroom of the Kremlin, receiving a welcome from your head of state."

"Everyone here has to smile and show respect when they see me."

"Natasha, do you think this is something that good luck can bring?"

Luke put down his glass and looked straight at the other party.

The inexperienced chick, faced with such a situation, unsurprisingly, showed panic.

"There's no such thing as luck. Just like you are here, not to wait for friends, nor to sneak in with relatives of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs."

Luke's sharp tone unveiled Natasha's disguise like a knife.

The chick was completely stunned, and her beautiful eyes blinked as if she had lost her ability to think.

In her body, no one could see the elegant demeanor of the future S.H.I.E.L.D tenth-ranked agent and an Avenger senior.

"That's right. I… I'm here to get close to you."

Natasha poured herself a mouthful of vodka, and the alcohol seemed to make her head clearer.

The stumbling tone of voice was gradually smoothed out.

"The reason? What are you going to get from me?"

Luke pretended to be curious.

"Do women need any reason to cling to the strong and worship the strong, General?"

Natasha acted pitifully, and her eyes sparkled.

No matter how hard one's heart was, it would melt when it saw such a lovely person.

But Luke's wouldn't.

Because he didn't have feelings.

'Beautiful answer. '

Luke mentally said so.

Although this chick wasn't as powerful as the 'Black Widow'.

But she had already shown enough potential and the ability to cope on the same level.

The game that was supposed to come to an end was rounded up by Natasha's speech.

"I was born into a poor family. It was only because of my good looks that I became a tool to cling to the powerful."

Maybe it was Luke's superb acting that led Natasha to enter the play.

"When I was a child, my biggest dream was to eat bread until I was full."

"A cruel life taught me that, in order not to starve and have a good life, I have to cling to the big tree, like a vine."

"General, you are the strongest, most powerful, and most dependable ' towering tree' that I have ever seen."

She had soft eyes, self-pity, and a face with a hint of youth. But people could already see the beauty in the contours of her face.

If the target had been someone else, it would have been a clean kill.

Because in World War II, the Germans caused great damage to the Soviet Union.

The invading army ransacked nearly 2,000 cities and worker settlements, destroyed more than 60,000 miles of railroads, almost 2,000 state farms, and nearly 100,000 collective farms.

The economic losses were enormous, up to 700 billion rubles at pre-war rates.

This, coupled with the depleted population of the war, made the red empire's advancement difficult.

At least as far as the standard of living was concerned, there was no significant improvement.

Everyone lived a collective life, and the supply of food and items for daily use was often in short supply.

Therefore, it was reasonable for Natasha to say the words above.

The tragic life, and the beautiful face.

It could completely touch a man with a heart of stone and make them feel the urge to take care of her.

'I almost believed it. '

Luke thought so with satisfaction.

He saw a good candidate for an agent.

'S.H.I.E.L.D needs you!' *Uncle Sam poster.jpg*

"Take me to see the Red Room's people."

Luke reached out and hooked Natasha's chin. It was time to meet the man behind the curtain as tonight's play ended.

"I forgot to say; I can hear your heartbeat, even your pulse. Your lies aren't perfect in front of a human lie detector."

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