Superman

A tall woman in black robe walked over, bringing with her a gust of fragrance.

The beautiful scenery with ridges and peaks across the horizon was like an attractive magnet, pulling Howard's attention.

He touched his shiny hair and smiled.

I thought I was quite graceful and walked forward, ready to start the prodigal mode of chatting up and flirting with girls.

Just as the opening remarks that I had thought about were still in her mouth, the woman in black robe with a particularly obvious figure and prominent curves suddenly stopped and took the initiative to smile at Howard: "Sir, what can I do for you?"

"Sorry, I think I may be lost and can't find the direction."

Howard said sincerely.

Try to make this obvious excuse appear as real as possible.

He has already thought about the next question and answer session.

A bunch of earthy love words similar to "lost in your mind" have been prepared for a long time.

"Then it seems this is your first time back to the Moulin Rouge."

The woman in black robe did not answer, but said unconventionally: "Sir, where are you going? I can be your guide."

Is this okay?

Seeing that the other party offered to become a guide, Howard couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

Can obvious and clumsy lies fool people?

Immediately, his face showed a confident smile.

Silently sighing in my heart——

My damn charm that has nowhere to go!

From Howard's own perspective, it was his distinctive and unique temperament that attracted the other party's attention.

Otherwise, how could this black-robed woman with an exaggerated figure that makes people unable to take their eyes off easily agree to be his guide.

"Yes, I am a tourist."

Howard behaved so politely that he looked like a wolf in sheep's clothing.

Trying to use this disguise to deceive ignorant girls and deceived young women.

"The Moulin Rouge is famous. I have a friend who happens to be very interested in it, but he is too busy with work to spare time, so he asked me to come and visit it on his behalf."

Howard said it very calmly.

It was as if he wasn't interested at all in those beautiful dancers with thin and translucent upper bodies, draped in gorgeous feathers and metal pieces, twisting their hips and raising their thighs to the frenetic music rhythm.

"That's really rare. Most men come to the Moulin Rouge to have fun. There are very few upright people like you."

The woman in black robe raised her hand to cover her red lips and chuckled with unknown meaning.

Her tall figure and the high-heeled leather boots she wore made her almost as tall as Howard.

"Thank you for the compliment. I prefer an interesting soul to a vulgar appearance."

Howard began to create a character, preparing to show the other party his humorous, fresh and refined side.

Thereby impressing the hearts and completing the score!

"Interesting souls can only be found in thousands of places and can never be found, while good-looking souls are all the same and there are many of them."

Howard pondered, like a man with a story.

In the damp and cold streets of Paris, brisk music and lively shouts came from the Moulin Rouge not far away.

Colorful lights are hung on the rotating large impeller, giving off an ambiguous and bright light.

In this scene, a man and a woman look at each other, talking and laughing with each other.

According to the bloody eight o'clock slot of later generations, the next step should be emotional hugs and lingering kisses, with the camera constantly zooming up to give a preview of the next episode.

"Howard—can I call you that?"

While chatting, the two of them walked away from each other unknowingly.

After a short conversation, the woman in black robe already knew Howard's name and his job as a tobacco merchant.

Selling cigarettes that make people die slowly and destroy the body, if you think about it carefully, there seems to be no big difference between them and weapons that harvest lives.

Anyway, in the United States, these two gadgets are legal products that can be put on the shelves openly.

"Of course, Rania."

Howard nodded gently.

The hidden sight quietly passed over the other party's omen of great evil.

Just like a dragonfly touching water, it flies away as soon as it touches it.

"How about we find a quiet place to sit down and talk about... Michelangelo's sculpture art?"

Howard restrained his eagerness, rubbed his hands and said.

Talking about life ideals, poetry and songs, and increasing mutual feelings are just to achieve the last step.

Otherwise, for him, a standard science and engineering man, wouldn't it be more interesting to play Sudoku games or think about the research and development of power armor than walking on the streets of Paris?

"Okay! I know there is a hotel nearby."

The corners of the black-robed woman's mouth were raised, as if she was in a happy mood, and she nodded in agreement.

etc!

So fast?

Howard, who had been in and out of romantic places and was used to seeing various scenes, was still a little shocked.

What he just meant was to find a coffee shop or a quiet pub to sit there for a while.

Who knew that the other party was more direct than me and asked to go to the hotel.

"Isn't it a little too fast?"

Howard hesitated.

It feels like this is the pace of hitting the bases at the speed of light.

As a romantic man, Howard is usually used to taking a heart break for a while and then going directly to a kidney.

After all, a little emotional foreplay can facilitate in-depth communication later.

"Don't you want to go? We just have a cup of coffee together, there's nothing else."

The woman in black robe who called herself Rania showed a charming charm.

As he walked, Howard could not help but think about the ominous signs shaking up and down.

"You said that. As a gentleman, it's really hard to refuse a lady's invitation."

Howard tightened his windbreaker and followed the steps of the woman in black robe into the dark night.

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"Howard that bastard!"

When Luke returned to the hotel room, he saw the man in the cap squatting outside the door holding a pile of copies, and couldn't help but curse inwardly.

This guy doesn't care about watching pornographic movies, but he still wants to buy copies and collect them?

Just buy it and collect it, but you still have to ask yourself to help him pay the bill?

Just help him pay the bill, but you also want to slander your own reputation?

"I didn't expect Lieutenant General Cavell to like this tone."

Zheng Xian, who had been busy writing a letter of apology all morning, clicked his tongue twice when he saw the revealing photos on the copy, and made a disgusted expression like "I didn't expect you to be such a person."

"Do you need me to send a copy to Director Zheng Xian?"

Luke glanced at the other party and retaliated directly: "Watch this behind closed doors and do some traditional craft work. This does not violate the regulations of the Divine Spear Bureau."

Zheng Xian seemed to be choked, secretly feeling sad, and turned around to leave.

In fact, this is also a sugar-coated bullet of capitalism.

It will damage the image of the organization, and it will also be called "immoral".

"The capitalist society is so sinister, with temptations everywhere."

Zheng Xian returned to the room, sighing with emotion while continuing to write a letter of apology.

"The guy who bought the movie from you was at the Moulin Rouge in Montmartre?"

When the man in the peaked cap saw the lieutenant general's epaulettes on Luke's military uniform, he almost became frightened and his legs became weak.

While he was glad that he didn't have any crooked ideas, he answered honestly: "Yes. That gentleman was originally going to the Moulin Rouge... to visit the collection, but then he met a woman and followed her."

"Put your things down and go downstairs to meet my driver to get the money."

Luke curled his lips and took the copies recording the debauched scenes of senior officers of the Third Reich.

As a lieutenant general in the Pentagon and the top leader of S.H.I.E.L.D., he was used to not having money on his body for a long time.

Food, clothing, housing and transportation are all arranged by the military.

In addition, Skynet's mobile phone sales are good and it is gradually expanding the market.

Very early on, Luke no longer had to worry about money and achieved personal financial freedom.

"Paris is the home of vampires. I hope Howard won't be so unlucky as to meet a vampire out for food."

Luke threw the copy onto the sofa and rested his head on the soft and comfortable cushions.

On the European continent, creatures such as vampires and werewolves have always been active.

They did have a glorious history for a period of time, until human guns blasted away the gloomy castle.

The vampire who relied on Archduke Dracula was pulled down from the pyramid of power.

This group of dark creatures once thought of uniting with their deadly rivals, the werewolves, to make a comeback.

But facing the order established by the three major temples and the casserole-sized fists of the occult mage.

The vampires who considered themselves to be elegant nobles decisively chose to follow their inner will and huddled in the corner.

"Something feels wrong."

Luke closed his eyes and sorted out the details of the day's meeting.

After a brief review, he stood up and stood in front of the window, overlooking Paris below him.

The super vision is like a sharp sword, piercing the dark night and giving a panoramic view of the surrounding streets.

Thinking of how bad that guy Howard seemed to be, Luke couldn't help but have a headache.

The Moulin Rouge is a gathering place for all kinds of people. In addition to tourists watching performances, old drivers of big health care, all kinds of down-and-out artists, and gangsters.

Luke opened the window and flew high into the sky.

After a few breaths, we arrived at the Moulin Rouge.

Howard is usually a bit unfocused, but his brain is still good at critical moments. He is the leader of SHIELD's scientific research team.

If the butterfly flaps its wings and accidentally kills this guy, it will also kill Iron Man.

The Ancient One Master probably needs to restart the timeline!

"Let me see, is that bastard looking for fun, or is he just unlucky enough to meet a vampire looking for food?"

The super vision covered the entire Montmartre neighborhood, and a large number of images flooded into my mind and were quickly filtered out.

Among them, most of them are unsightly scenes of the Eighteen Bans with heavy gunfire.

The people of Paris are quite open-minded and the nightlife is quite rich.

"found it."

It only took less than ten minutes for Luke to locate Howard's exact location.

This guy was lying on the bed with the hotel key dangling in his hand and humming a light tune.

The sound of water flow came from the bathroom, and the surface of the frosted glass outlined extremely prominent and amazing curves.

"It looks like nothing is wrong."

Luke frowned and found that the woman in the hotel room had an extremely slow heartbeat, and there seemed to be something wrong with the biomagnetic field emanating from her body.

"Poor Howard."

He said with some sympathy.

Instead of rushing to rescue people, he quickly flew back to the hotel, flew back with a bowl of fruit in his arms, and watched the live broadcast in a relaxed and leisurely manner.