Marvel’s Superman

The tall black-robed woman walked over, bringing a scent of fragrance.

He stroked his shiny hair and smiled.

He thought he was quite graceful and stepped forward, ready to start the prodigal mode of picking up a conversation and flirting with girls.

I just thought of the opening remarks in my mouth, and took the initiative to smile at Howard: "Sir, what's the matter with you?"

"Sorry, I think I might be lost and can't find my way."

Howard said sincerely.

Try to make this obvious excuse seem real.

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

A bunch of earthy love words similar to "lost in your heart" have long been prepared.

"Then it seems that you are coming back to the Moulin Rouge for the first time."

The black-robed woman didn't answer, but said unreasonably, "Sir, where are you going? I can be your guide."

Is this possible?

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

Obvious clumsy lies can deceive people?

Immediately, a confident smile appeared on his face.

Silently sighed in my heart—

My damned charm that has nowhere to go!

In Howard's own point of view, it is obviously his unique and unique temperament that attracts the attention of the other party.

Otherwise, how could this black-robed woman with such an exaggerated figure that one could not take her eyes off her easily agreed to be his guide.

"Yes, I am a tourist."

Howard behaved politely, like a wolf in sheep's clothing.

Attempts to use such a disguise to deceive the ignorant young girl and the young woman who stumbled.

"The Moulin Rouge is famous. I have a friend who happened to be very interested, but he was busy with work and couldn't find time, so I could only visit him instead."

Howard said it very calmly.

It seemed that he was not interested at all in those beautiful dancers who were thin and translucent, draped with gorgeous feathers and metal sheets, twisting their hips and lifting their thighs to the frenetic rhythm of music.

"That's rare. Most men come to the Moulin Rouge for fun, and there are very few honest men like you."

The black-robed woman raised her hand to cover her red lips, and let out an inexplicable chuckle.

Her tall figure, coupled with the high-heeled leather boots she stepped on, was almost level with Howard.

"Thanks for the compliment. I prefer funny souls to vulgar looks."

Howard began to create a personality, ready to show the other side his humorous, fresh and refined side.

To impress the heart, complete the score!

"Interesting souls are one in a thousand, and you can't find them everywhere, while good-looking skins are the same, and there are many."

Howard pondered, like a man with a story.

On the damp and cold Parisian streets, lively music and lively shouts came from the Moulin Rouge not far away.

Colorful lights hang on the rotating large impeller, revealing ambiguous and bright light.

In this situation, a man and a woman looked at each other and laughed at each other.

According to the dog blood eight o'clock of later generations, the next step should be emotional hugs, lingering kisses, and the camera is constantly pulled up

"Howard - can I call you that?"

During the chat, the two unknowingly walked out of a distance.

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

Selling cigarettes that kill people slowly and destroy the body, when you think about it, it doesn't seem to be much different from weapons that harvest life.

Anyway, in the United States, these two things are legitimate commodities that can be put on the shelves.

"Of course, Rania."

Howard nodded gently.

Howard restrained his urgency and rubbed his hands together.

Talking about the ideals of life, poetry and songs, and increasing each other's feelings, just to achieve the last step.

Otherwise, he is a standard science and engineering man, and he has nothing to play Sudoku games, or think about the research and development of power armor, is it more interesting than walking the streets of Paris?

"Okay! I know there's a hotel nearby."

The corners of the black-robed woman's mouth twitched, she seemed to be in a happy mood, and nodded in agreement.

and many more!

So fast?

Howard, who was used to seeing various scenes in and out of the Fengyue place, was still a little shocked.

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

Who knows that the other party is more direct than himself, and said to go to the hotel.

"Will it be too soon?"

Howard hesitated

"Don't you want to go? Just have a coffee together, nothing else."

The black-robed woman who claimed to be Rania showed a charming aura.

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

Howard tightened his windbreaker and followed the footsteps of the black-robed woman into the dark night.

...

...

"That bastard Howard!"

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

Even if this guy watches pornographic movies, he still buys copies for his collection?

Even if you buy it back for collection, you have to let yourself pay for him?

Just pay the bills for him, and smear his own reputation?

"I didn't expect Lieutenant General Cavill to like this tune."

Zheng Xian, who had been writing a review paper all morning, saw the exposed photos on the copy, tsk tsk, and made a disgusting expression of "I didn't expect you to be this kind of person".

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

Luke glanced at the other party and fired back directly: "Watch this behind closed doors by yourself, and do some traditional handicraft work. This doesn't violate the regulations of the Shenspear Bureau."

Zheng Xian seemed to be choked, hurt himself secretly, and turned to leave.

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

It is detrimental to the image of the organization, and it will also be called "immoral".

"The capitalist society is so sinister, there are temptations everywhere."

Zheng Xian returned to the room and continued to write a review while sighing.

"The guy you bought the movie from, the Moulin Rouge in Montmartre?"

When the man in the peaked cap saw the lieutenant general's epaulette on Luke's uniform, his legs almost went weak.

Rejoicing that he didn't make any crooked ideas, he answered honestly: "Yes. The gentleman was going to the Moulin Rouge... to visit the collection, and then he met a woman and followed her."

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

Luke pursed his lips and took over the copies that recorded the lewd scenes of the senior officers of the Third Reich.

As a lieutenant general of the Pentagon and the top leader of S.H.I.E.L.D., he was used to not having money on him 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 the market is gradually expanding.

From a very early time, Luke didn't worry about money anymore and realized the freedom of personal property.

"Paris is the home of vampires. I hope this guy Howard won't be so unlucky. He just happened to run into a vampire who came out for food."

Luke casually threw the copy on the sofa, resting his head on the soft and comfortable cushion.

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

They did have a glorious history for a while, until the guns of man blasted the murky castle.

The vampire, relying on Duke Dracula, was dragged down from the pyramid of power.

These dark creatures once thought of making a comeback with their dead rival werewolves.

In the face of the order established by the three major temples, there is also the casserole-sized fist of the secret magician.

The vampires, who consider themselves elegant nobles, resolutely choose to obey their inner will and huddle in the corner honestly.

"It always feels wrong."

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

After a brief retrospective, he got up and stood at the window, overlooking Paris beneath his feet.

Super vision is like a sharp sword, piercing the dark night, and giving a panoramic view of the surrounding blocks.

Thinking of the Howard guy, it seems that luck has not been very good, and Luke can't help but have a headache.

The Moulin Rouge is a gathering place for the three religions and nine classes. Except for the tourists watching the performances, the old drivers of the big health care, all kinds of down-and-out artists, and gang members emerge in an endless stream.

Luke pushed open the window and flew high into the sky.

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

Howard is usually a little out of tune, but his brain is still easy to use at critical moments, and he belongs to the leader of the SHIELD research team.

In case the butterfly flaps its wings and accidentally loses this guy, and also loses Iron Man along the way.

Gu Yi Mage estimated to restart the timeline!

"Let me see if that bastard is looking for fun, or is it bad luck and misfortune to meet a vampire foraging."

Super vision covered the entire Montmartre neighborhood, and a large number of images poured into my mind and were quickly screened out.

Among them, most of them are some unsightly images of the 18 forbidden scenes.

The people of Paris are still open enough, and the nightlife is quite rich.

"found it."

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

The guy was shaking the hotel key in his hand, humming a brisk little tune, and lying on the bed.

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

"It looks fine."

Luke frowned, and found that the woman in the hotel room had an extremely slow heartbeat, and the biological magnetic field emanating from her body seemed to be a bit wrong.

"Unfortunate Howard."

He said something with a little sympathy.

He didn't rush over to save people, but flew back to the hotel quickly, holding a bowl of fruit plate and flying back, watching the live broadcast with ease.

ps: The picture is gone. Alas, with such a big starting point, can't it hold a picture of astringency?