C351 - 348 Welcoming Ceremony, Sister Widow's Debut.

A few days later.

Superman arrived in Moscow.

His arrival was the focus of the world.

The welcoming ceremony was arranged in the concert hall of the Kremlin.

As one of the most influential people in the world, Luke shook hands with Joseph Vissarionovich Stalin and greeted him cordially.

This scene was immortalized by cameras and became a historic moment.

"Welcome to Moscow."

This was the second time Luke had heard that.

It's just that last time he was Clark Kent, the secretary, an ordinary man.

Now, he was one of the most powerful and influential people on the planet.

The identity of the two couldn't be compared.

"I am also very happy to set foot on this land."

Luke showed a kind attitude.

He didn't wear his glasses and handed them over to Captain America.

The other party became the secretary, Clark Kent, and his own entourage.

From height to the physique, they were similar, so they could switch identities.

The effect of these glasses was better than any camouflage technique.

As long as he put it on, Captain America's flamboyant pectoral muscles and America's ass would be covered up.

Superman was still received by the two female agents that had intimate relations with Luke.

They obviously didn't recognize the young Lieutenant General in front of them as the curly bastard who cheated them into bed.

If they knew, the two female agents would probably be ecstatic.

After all, sleeping with the secretary was a loss for them.

Rolling in the sheets with Superman, now that's profit!

"General, Sir, here we are."

Egorova, who was in charge of reception, talked while playing with her hair and smiled beautifully.

Luke, who had already explored the depth and savored the taste, completely ignored this casual act of seducing.

He stepped out of the black sedan and stood on the Troitsky bridge.

In the foreground, there was the Kremlin, which was connected to the Red Square on the southeast.

There were towers standing around, like rolling hills.

On the west side was someone's mausoleum, who was hailed as a great mentor after his death and was regarded by the people as the founder of the Republic before his death.

His name was Vladimir Ilyich Ulyanov.

In a few decades, there would be many tombstones beside his mausoleum.

Those leaders who dominate the red empire's fate and determine the red empire's direction would be buried by his side.

Luke didn't directly enter the Kremlin. He stopped in front of the man's mausoleum and then walked around the Red Square.

The latter was the oldest square in Moscow and had experienced two fires.

Napoleon's army had set fire to it, intending to burn Moscow to the ground.

It seems that the capitals of both the eastern and western extremes have suffered this kind of calamity.

The White House was burned, but the perpetrators were the British.

"General, the welcoming ceremony is about to begin."

Seeing that Luke was enjoying himself, Egorova had to remind him.

The group of people standing at the top of the pyramid of state power was waiting for Superman.

Leviathan's Red Room was also prepared for the welcoming ceremony.

Most people were aware of the reality that it was impossible to defeat Superman by force.

Therefore, the Red Room wanted to adopt other methods.

"Then, Ms. Egorova, please take me there."

Luke took back his super-vision. He just wanted to see if he could find Hydra.

Those villainous organizations usually preferred to place their bases under magnificent buildings.

Unfortunately, Baron Strucker didn't have this hobby.

Otherwise, this game could have ended sooner.

"By the way, Miss. Why are you staring at my secretary? Does his charm attract you?"

Luke suddenly asked before getting into the car.

Egorova was startled and quickly averted her gaze, restraining her gritted teeth and expression of anger.

She was just a little annoyed. How did this curly-haired man manage to get into bed with her and still act as if nothing had happened with an indifferent look?

It's like nothing ever happened!

'What a complete and utter bastard. '

Egorova cursed, then smiled charmingly as if she had changed her face.

"I only feel like I've seen this secretary somewhere before, General. It feels a bit familiar."

Luke laughed, patted Rogers on the shoulder, and said, "It's his first time in Moscow. Miss, you've probably made a mistake."

The two were laughing and joking, but Captain American, wearing the [Clark Kent Glasses] looked confused and had no idea what was going on.

Twenty minutes later, Luke entered the Kremlin with his entourage.

On the watchtower, the double-headed eagle, symbolizing the authority of the Tsar, had been removed.

Instead, there was a red five-pointed star.

Although the Kremlin was now resplendent and colorful.

During World War II, in order to prevent Germany's bombing...

The Soviets painted all the huge buildings, covering an area of 28 hectares, with camouflage colors and tarpaulins.

It wasn't until the end of the war that it was changed back.

After passing several tall, lofty towers, Luke arrived at the concert hall.

This year's welcoming ceremony was very simple, and there weren't as many fancy tricks as later.

When all the staff was in place, Luke sat down with a group of national dignitaries.

Just like watching the New Year's Gala, they enjoyed one wonderful performance after another.

To be honest, this was actually a bit boring for him.

Not only did he have to clap, but he also had to deal with the pleasantries with the politicians.

Conversations were always full of various temptations, hints, and wooing.

Fortunately, after the performance, there was a dance.

The beautiful rhythms flowed in the concert hall, the soothing rhythms gently pulsating, moving people's emotions.

"I hope you had a nice evening."

After that, the elderly Joseph Vissarionovich left the concert hall, leaving the stage to others.

"I've already spread the news that I had infiltrated into Moscow and into the Kremlin."

Whispered Captain America, posing as a secretary.

"By the way, why are those two ladies always staring at me? It's like I owe them a lot of money?"

Following Rogers's line of sight, Luke saw Claire and Egorova.

He coughed twice and whispered, "Maybe they have a crush on you. I heard that the women in Moscow are actually more enthusiastic than the girls in Las Vegas -- as long as you can open their hard shells and their cold Siberian snowfield-like hearts."

Captain America looked unconvinced.

He looked in the mirror.

When he wore the glasses, he was just an ordinary, curly-haired man.

"Is Hydra going to send Bucky?"

Rogers asked nervously.

"We can't rule out the possibility. Villains like to see a positive person like you, facing his former friends and killing each other."

Luke smiled, and he squeezed Captain America's shoulder, "Take it easy, Steve."

"Try to look like a normal person, drink some vodka and find a girl to dance with -- I won't tell Margery."

After that, Luke, the audience's focus, headed straight for the bar at the edge of the dance floor.

"May I sit here?"

He asked in a very gentlemanly manner.

"Yes."

The slender girl seemed nervous and kept sipping her wine.

"Can I have the honor to know your name?"

Luke used a common pick-up line.

It would appear that after the Red Room gave away two female agents for nothing, the master spy Taras was not satisfied and sent another rookie trainee who hadn't graduated yet.

"Natasha. You can call me Natasha."

The young girl finished her glass of wine and replied with a stammer.

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In the Kremlin, the ballroom.

"Why choose Natasha?"

Egorova picked up a glass of champagne and leisurely walked towards Taras.

Yes, the master spy also attended the welcoming ceremony.

The other side rarely took off the army green uniform and replaced it with a military uniform suit full of medals.

With that serious unsmiling face, it revealed an iron-blooded soldier kind of temperament.

The people around him were all the bigwigs of the Foreign Intelligence Agency, the KGB.

In the eyes of the outside world, they were the hounds and minions of the red empire.

They were responsible for removing the discordant voices and dangerous elements from the ranks.

'She's very clean, regardless of identity, background, or other.'

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

Egorova was slightly stunned and then reacted.

She remembered the secret meeting, planning on how to deal with Superman.

As mentioned by the other party, it was best not to communicate directly.

As a walking nuclear weapon, Superman had been studied all over the world.

He fought several times in public places and was recorded in videos and written materials.

He revealed an amazing defensive power, the ability to move that was difficult to capture with the naked eye, and extremely frightening energy response.

These were his combat power on the surface.

And in other areas...

For example, various physical qualities, hearing, vision, and so on, would certainly be better than normal people.

'A being like Superman could hear us even if we were talking behind walls.'

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

'A veteran like you will soon be exposed as long as you appear in front of Superman.'

'The clumsier the girl is, the more the eagle will let down its guard.'

Egorova sipped her honey wine and looked at the bar on the edge of the dance floor, appearing a bit reluctant.

Young, tall, handsome, powerful ...

Those prefixes, full of praise, were placed on top of Superman's head.

The man with the smile at the corner of his mouth looked so charming and irresistible.

Why should such a beautiful thing be given to the young girl alone?

Natasha could sleep with Superman, but she could only take advantage of the curly male secretary.

Thinking about it made her very angry!

'Sir, please don't ignore an important question.'

Egorova put down her glass and wrote two lines.

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

This was due to her female intuition and emotional way of thinking.

Egorova thought that the young bird selected by Taras might not stand firmly on the side of the Red Room.

Think about it, if she could get into a relationship with Superman, and become his lover, then would there even be a need to be under the control of the spy agency?

'Natasha is a student I personally taught. She has my trust.'

Taras first praised her and then went on to write, 'What you're thinking is exactly what I want to see.'

'The more newcomers, who haven't received brutal training, are more likely to be manipulated by their inner emotions and make some behaviors and decisions that don't conform to rational thinking.'

'So, it's not unusual for spies to approach their targets and enter their lives and -- possibly be influenced.'

'I've seen similar things happen many times. Even spies fall in love with targets and betray organizations.'

A cold light flashed in Taras's eyes, like a vulture, with a grim smile.

Egorova's heart was astonished. As an outstanding student trained by Red Room...

Of course, she knew that those who betrayed often ended up in a miserable situation.

'The reason I'm happy to see this is because a fake show will always reveal its flaws, and real emotions will touch people's hearts.'

Taras smiled proudly, crumpled up the napkins, and stuffed them into his pocket.

He didn't think of Superman as a fool who would be influenced by beauty.

The Red Room planned to build a bridge for communication and conversation with the other through Natasha.

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

This was Hydra's and Leviathan's true purpose.

"Actually, sir..."

Egorova shook her glass and suddenly pulled out another napkin and wrote, 'I think Natasha, on her own, may not be able to attract Superman's interest fully.'

'Red Room doesn't know anything about his hobbies.'

'I will volunteer to team up with Natasha in order to make sure the project goes smoothly ...'

Taras had a stiff expression. Was this the student he taught?

'Seeing Superman, you can't close your legs?'

'Simple and vulgar!'

"You'd better go to the curly-haired male clerk."

The master spy stood up and left.

With his careful study and full understanding of Superman...

The other party wasn't a shallow person who was keen on women and indulged in the opposite sex.

Things between men and women, at best, could only be regarded as a seasoning to add to the fun.

It was simply a fool's errand to try to influence anything.

Sending Natasha was just an attempt.

Even Hydra's side didn't have much hope on it.

'If I could send enough women to get a good impression on Superman easily, I wouldn't have a problem sending out the whole Red Room.'

Tara thought silently.

'However, it's impossible.'

In his opinion, if Claire, Egorova, Natasha, and others were packed together and presented with both hands.

It would arouse Superman's resentment, and the other party may regard it as an insult and get angry.

Taras shook his head and walked out of the ballroom.

'I hope Natasha's performance tonight will satisfy Superman.'

'In this way, Superman would be satisfied with the Red Room.'

...

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The 'Kremlin' means 'inner city' in Russian. It was located in the heart of Moscow, with eighteen towers spread around the palace walls in a triangular shape.

Among them, the most famous one was the Spasskaya Tower or Savior Tower.

It was 71 meters high and was equipped with chiming clocks on four sides, which were connected with the calibration clock of the Observatory.

There was a red five-pointed star at the top, which was originally made of brass, and then replaced by expensive ruby to prevent corrosion from the rain and snow.

Every night, people could see the red five-pointed star shining on the Savior Tower, piercing the dark clouds.

Like a lighthouse guiding the way.

"Captain America appeared," Zemo informed Baron Strucker.

The opponent, with his arms folded across his chest, stood on the highest floor of the Savior Tower, looking down on the Kremlin.

The bald Baron held up his monocle and snorted, "It's disgusting, with Superman around, Steve-Rogers doesn't even have a shred of respect for Hydra's forces."

Captain America had been lurking in Moscow to inquire about Bucky.

Later, he was discovered by agents of the Red Room and almost fell into Hydra's trap.

However, before long, he came back.

And this time, more high-profile than before.

"Provocation! This is an outright provocation!"

Baron Strucker was a bit dissatisfied. If it were in the past, he would simply send Winter Soldier to teach the opponent a hard lesson.

Things were different now.

Just thinking of Superman, mingling, and drinking, not far from the Savior Tower...

Baron Strucker felt uneasy, and his back felt cold.

Who would know if the other party would suddenly smash through the tower, appear in front of him and blow his head off with one punch?

This feeling of a sword hanging overhead was really uncomfortable.

"The most dangerous place is often the safest place."

Zemo saw the bald Baron's thoughts and comforted, "Superman won't think that we're near him."

"Even if he can see far and hear far, he wouldn't monitor a fixed point every time."

"There are at least a few thousand people in the Kremlin. Their voices and footsteps are just like many channels of radio. We are just a grain of sand in the sea of people, a tiny noise that's hard to detect."

Although Zemo said so, he subconsciously lowered his voice.

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

"A 'Sparrow' sent by Red Room got close to Superman."

Zemo contacted the master spy Taras and learned that the plan had already started.

"Hydra needs to develop, and it needs time."

Baron Strucker sighed. The red empire stands tall at the top of the world.

The future was predictable— a confrontation between two superpowers.

A stalemate would create confusion and breed opportunity.

Hydra was best at drawing nourishment from controversy and conflict to seize victory.

This huge and secretive organization inherited a legacy of power and intrigue.

"By the way, has Whitehall and Madame Viper received the news?"

Baron Strucker suddenly asked.

Zemo shook his head.

Daniel Whitehall was the leader of the Inhuman faction of Hydra.

He advocated to welcome back Hive and worship him as a god.

His base camp was in Southeast Asia, where he had many ties to the long-vanished Inhumans.

Madame Viper was active in the Pacific theater during World War II.

After Japan's defeat, she also gathered her power.

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

There was also a private relationship with the newly-emerged 'Hand'.

To sum up, anyone who could become a leader in Hydra and control a faction was no slouches.

"No, they refuse to communicate."

Zemo replied.

Hydra was originally full of factions. When Red Skull was still around, the others weren't convinced and didn't really recognize each other as 'leaders'.

The only problem was that Red Skull had the mustached Fuhrer's support, and the Axis Powers was growing in power, so they showed him a bit of respect.

Later, Red Skull went missing and was suspected to be dead.

The Hydra forces that belonged to him were packed away by the Strategic Science Reserve and integrated and digested.

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

He settled his grievances with Leviathan, made a deal, and hid in the red empire.

Considering Superman's strength, Baron baldhead wanted to unite with other Hydra factions to form a huge whole, to prepare for the reconstruction of the empire.

But the leaders of those factions didn't seem to buy it.

"Those rebels! So short-sighted!"

Baron Strucker cursed angrily.

If this continued, Hydra would only exist in name.

"Different factions have different goals. Madame Viper is obsessed with poison and magic. Whitehall wants to welcome back the Inhuman god. And your grand blueprint, Baron, is to rebuild the Hydra Empire."

Zemo could see it clearly. Baron Strucker couldn't integrate Hydra and twist it into a united rope without strong enough strength or inside information.

"Even if we're trading, we lack sufficient bargaining chips."

The bald-headed Baron cleaned up his bad mood and thought about it seriously. Unless he had a powerful supporter, like Red Skull, it was impossible to integrate Hydra and merge all factions into one.

The key lied in this powerful support. Where could he find one?

As his thoughts diverged, Baron Strucker looked out at the concert hall of the Kremlin, and a bold idea rose in his head.

"I must be crazy!"

He quickly shook his head and dumped the idea.

Letting Superman lead Hydra?

No one would believe it if he said it out loud.

That was the leader of S.H.I.E.L.D and the biggest hero of the fucking world.

If Hydra was handed over to him, would it still be Hydra?

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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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At the end of the dance in the ballroom, the participants dispersed.

Natasha pulled open the door and got into a black sedan that was parked outside the Kremlin.

This was the brand-new Volga just assembled in the Gorky Automobile Plant a few days ago.

It had smooth lines and unique decoration, which fully embodied the unique industrial aesthetics of the Soviet Union.

The Volga was once known as 'the high-class car of socialism' and 'the pride of Soviet industry', and then it was widely used as cars for executives.

Once imported into China, it became a special vehicle for state leaders.

On the surface of this black car, there was a KGB sword shield emblem.

Although Taras was the manager of the Red Room, he was a senior executive of Leviathan.

However, according to the professional habits of the master spy, one must assume the look when they go out to the battlefield.

Taras had always used his KGB identity to do things. Apart from several core executives of intelligence departments, almost no one had heard of 'Leviathan'.

He was like a ghost hiding inside the red empire, silently nibbling away at the power and penetrating the center.

"Is that what Superman said to you?"

Taras frowned. Things were a bit beyond his expectation.

In the script, at this point, Superman would have taken Natasha into his fancy suite and started a night full of fire and passion.

The other party would find out about Natasha's identity, but it shouldn't be right now.

Close skin-to-skin contact was needed to understand the heart.

After chatting for a while, Superman bluntly identified Natasha and wanted to meet with him.

This was wrong.

Taras had a grim, paralyzed expression, not showing his anger.

He was shocked to hear the news from Natasha.

"Superman wasn't interested in you?"

Taras temporarily put the idea of meeting in the back of his mind. Rashly sitting in front of Superman, in case the conversation fell apart, he didn't know if he would survive.

He focused on Natasha, his icy eyes sweeping over.

The latter's charming body trembled for a moment as if being targeted by a wild animal and subconsciously felt fear.

Taras was the mentor of all the students in the Red Room and also the harsh father and a cruel devil in their eyes.

When he appreciated a person, he wouldn't be stingy with his praise.

When he was disappointed in a person, he wouldn't hesitate to impose punishment.

"I think, the General, he should be interested in me."

Natasha said with slight hesitation, remembering Superman's flirtatious gesture of reaching out and hooking her chin before he left.

Taras was silent as he gazed at the chick sent by the Red Room.

Natasha was wearing a bright red backless dress tonight, with a tailored waist; it highlighted her beautiful curves.

People couldn't take their eyes off of her red wine wavy hair, as if it was a burning flame.

Natasha was still very young. She was a slender young woman, far from the stunning and charming beauty of the future.

But this naïve haze, like an apple that wasn't fully ripe, was more attractive to male creatures, making them want to take a bite.

After all, men were single-minded.

No matter what age they were, they would always prefer young, beautiful, lively girls.

This pure fetish wouldn't change because of anything.

Therefore, Taras was surprised.

It was reasonable to say that Superman had no reason to be uninterested in Natasha.

Could it be, as Egorova said?

Superman had a certain fetish?

Preferring the mature ones?

Or have a soft spot for married women?

Taras was well informed and had met a lot of business tycoons.

Those rich people who were satisfied with their material life would always have all kinds of strange special fetishes.

This wasn't surprising.

As the head of the intelligence agency, Taras was privy to many private matters.

For example, certain dignified politicians like to be whipped and have candle wax dripped on them.

Some guys weren't interested in women but were keen on the warm embrace of young men.

Even he had heard of it.

A long time ago, some deranged people wouldn't even let animals go.

They often extended their clutches to innocent goats.

And people that lived in faraway locations in the snowfields had an indescribable relationship with deer.

The reason was that the climate was cold, and some were too lonely when they went herding farm animals.

Therefore, the heat was gained by their passionate movement with the deer, and the body and mind could relax.

Looking deeper, not only the European people are open-minded, but they also like to care for animals.

In mythology, similar stories are passed down.

For example,

Loki, in Nordic mythology.

He was a mighty and magnificent mare.

He once extended his wicked hand to a divine horse named 'Svadilfari'.

It pressed him under its body and recklessly defiled him.

The ridiculous thing was that he also gave birth to an eight-legged horse named 'Sleipnir' with that horse, and that was the horse ridden by Odin.

The father rode the horse that his son gave birth to every day...

This confusing relationship was too much information to digest.

Of course, Greek mythology wasn't far behind, leading the way.

The walking pile driver, the sowing tool, Zeus, the King of the Gods who was both human and animal-friendly. There's no need to say anything more.

Flying in the sky, swimming in the sea, as long as it was female, he dared to hit on it. A one-night stand was guaranteed.

With his thoughts averted, Taras' voice turned cold as he spoke in a deep voice, "Are you too nervous and not proactive enough?

At that time, he chose Natasha because he wanted to find a clean female student with a simple background.

In this way, she wouldn't be easily investigated by S.H.I.E.L.D, and it would be convenient to approach Superman.

However, Taras ignored one point because chicks were often no match for eagles; they would easily rollover.

"I'll report this to Leviathan. You stay close to Superman. I will arrange for you to accompany me throughout the Red Square Conference."

Taras still wouldn't give up and had to deliver Natasha with both hands.

As for meeting Superman, since Hydra put forward the plan, let them have a headache.

...

...

For the next few days, Luke's life was busy.

During the day, he had to deal with the politicians, who all called him 'Comrade Cavill', trying to influence Superman with the glory of communism.

Luke never imagined that he would have to face the painful 'Maoism Course' after crossing.

Even worse at night, Natasha was an untrained chick who had no evil thoughts about the bed for the time being.

But the Red Room seemed to be taking into account the cold weather in Moscow and sent women to Luke in different ways.

In addition to following the whole process, Natasha acted like a secretary.

Every day, two or three female students with different temperaments and excellent values were sent to parade in front of him.

Taras, the master spy, like a pimp in a clubhouse, would silently ask Superman -- "Which massage therapist do you think is pleasing? You can take her back and enjoy.'

'I wonder what Hydra is thinking?'

Luke sat in the lobby of the Kremlin building, automatically blocking out the noise in his ears.

Taras should have conveyed his meaning to Baron Strucker truthfully.

Presumably, it wouldn't be long before he would get a reply.

He hoped Hydra understood what was best for them. After all, a positive figure like him who didn't discriminate against villains was simply a rare thing.

"My secretary?"

Luke suddenly asked.

He turned his head and found that Captain America had disappeared.

"He was there just now."

Natasha's eyes were always on Superman, and she had no interest in the ordinary curly man.

Luke narrowed his eyes.

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Rogers was depressed.

He was with Luke these days.

He watched as the other party mingled with the politicians.

The game was complex and full of calculations, and there were also mutual probings with organizations such as Hydra and Leviathan.

The female agents from the Red Room, like a beauty pageant, took turns trying to attract Luke.

This made Captain America deeply feel that the world was sinister, people's hearts were changeable and there were too many schemes, and he began to miss the simple life in Brooklyn before.

Although they couldn't fill their stomachs at that time, and they had to make a living every day, everyone was very happy.

Rogers, who was in a bad mood, once told Luke about it.

The latter called his psychological condition a post-veteran's disease caused by over-eating and idleness.

Simply put, it means living a rich and financially free life.

Suddenly losing his goal, resulting in a sense of loss.

It was easy to solve, he just needed to work harder.

The best way to spend his energy and time was to devote himself to work.

Rogers felt it was very reasonable, so he took up his shield again, put on his uniform, and joined S.H.I.E.L.D.

He didn't realize in the slightest that he was being fooled, nor did he take the initiative to ask questions about his salary.

This honest effort was worthy of Captain America's name.

In this way, Rogers began the long journey of 'looking for Bucky'.

'Luke always says I should wait. But how long should I wait?'

Rogers wondered as he sighed with the sunny face of the plain, curly-haired man.

As long as he remembered, his good friend Bucky fell into Hydra's hands...

He was being treated as a stallion and breeding machine by those damned bastards.

He felt a twinge of discomfort inside!

'For every second delayed, Bucky will suffer another second of torment.'

Rogers walked aimlessly in the Kremlin.

He had a pass, so he wasn't stopped by the guards.

Dong! Dong! Dong!

The bell of the Savior Tower made a loud noise, which pulled Rogers back from his aimless thoughts.

'No! We have to find a way to locate Bucky as soon as possible!'

Captain America's head was full of images of smooth white bosoms pressed against his best friend's body.

In the face of such inhuman treatment, Bucky, if awake, would surely suffer.

With this in mind, Rogers was determined to act alone and try 'saving private Bucky' again.

He was already a mature super soldier, so he had no reason to follow behind Luke and wait for the other party to solve the problem.

'I can do it.'

Inner anxiety, coupled with long-standing doubts -- that was the huge gap between two super soldiers.

Various reasons prompted Rogers to violate the rules of a soldier.

He was ready to break away from the team and save his best friend on his own.

"I'm sorry, Luke."

Rogers strode out of the Kremlin with guilt.

He didn't distrust Superman's ability.

Captain America trusted Luke completely.

They fought side by side and forged a deep mutual friendship that was beyond doubt.

Besides, in every crisis, every time they met a strong enemy...

It was Luke who stood in front of everyone and shouldered the responsibility and obligation of being a hero.

This was undoubtedly admirable and worthy of respect.

Superman was a well-deserved beacon of light on the earth, illuminating the world -- if Luke himself knew that his image, in the eyes of Captain America, was so great, he would probably laugh out loud.

'Just thinking about Bucky's condition, and continuing to wait, feels like torture.'

His best friend had always preferred to get rid of the problem once and for all.

Therefore, before catching Hydra and Leviathan, he wouldn't act rashly.

'Time to find that guy.'

Rogers started the Volga. The last time Rogers infiltrated Moscow, he didn't get away with nothing.

Howling Commandos penetrated the Soviet Union's underground Brotherhood and gained access to some information.

There was still a period of time before the emergence of oligarchs and the chaos with the gangsters. It was after the dramatic changes in Eastern Europe and the collapse of the Soviet Union.

In the present Soviet Union, there were no gangs and no oligarchs in the true sense.

As for the Brotherhood that Rogers hooked up with, it was actually a much older organization.

Like Leviathan, they had political background and power.

Right now, the Minister of the Soviet Union, Lavrentiy Pavlovich Beria, was one of them.

The Brotherhood had a long history and had mastered the special skills of training assassins and collecting intelligence.

Not only in the Soviet Union but also in North America and all over Europe.

Captain America sneaked into Moscow last time and accidentally saved a girl named Galina Voronina.

After a series of complicated things, he won the favor of the Brotherhood.

'I hope they can help me.'

Captain America didn't really want to deal with the Brotherhood. Those people, like machines, regarded life as a trivial thing, which made him somewhat resistant.

In addition, Rogers promised to keep it a secret.

For the sake of keeping his promise, he didn't explain it in his report to S.H.I.E.L.D.

The Volga car sped along, kicked up the wind and snow, drove out of the city, and stopped at a nearby factory.

"Who is it?"

Before he entered, a few burly bruisers leaned over.

Their eyes were alert, with a strong sense of vigilance.

"I'm looking for Banks!"

Rogers got out of the car and took off his glasses.

After that, he took out a special token -- a badge with a red five-pointed star embedded on it.

Not long after, a bearded, middle-aged man with a face full of vicissitudes came out.

He was dressed in work clothes and smelled like motor oil.

"Rogers... Captain America."

The man named Banks smiled and wiped his hands on his already dirty work clothes.

"Is it for Barnes?"

Rogers nodded. In his opinion, the Brotherhood was as knowledgeable as Luke.

In terms of intelligence channels, they weren't much worse than huge organizations like S.H.I.E.L.D. and Hydra.

"You're really lucky."

Banks bowed his head and thought for a moment, then said, "Because of the confrontation between the two superpowers, the situation has always been tense and delicate."

"In Bulgaria, Czechoslovakia, and Romania, there were several assassinations during this period."

"The victims are all high-level; the murderer is ..."

Banks glanced at Captain America and faintly said, "For the sake of saving Voronina, I won't charge you this time."

"The murderer is the 'Winter Soldier'. The outside world knows nothing about which organization he belongs to and what his origin is."

"However, no matter how clever the beast passes through the jungle, it will leave traces."

"After an investigation by the Brotherhood, he should be the James Buchanan Barnes you are looking for."

Banks took a picture from the pocket of his work clothes, obviously already prepared.

Rogers took it. The figure in the photo was very blurry.

They were wearing a half-face mask, riding on a military motorcycle.

He didn't know why, when he saw those cold eyes, he felt they were very familiar.

"Bucky..."

Rogers carefully put the photo away and turned to ask, "So, how do I find him?"

Banks raised an eyebrow but didn't answer.

His meaning was self-evident. The free information ended here.

"What do you want?"

Rogers was also very direct. He knew that the Brotherhood sold intelligence in various ways.

People could buy it with money or exchange something.

"I don't want money."

Banks smiled heartily and whispered, "I want Hydra to get the hell out of the Soviet Union!"

"As it happens, I was thinking the same thing."

Rogers understood.

There was an irreconcilable and violent conflict between the Brotherhood and Hydra.

"Winter Soldier would go to Minsk to debrief after completing his mission."

Banks, who got the reply, told him about Bucky's whereabouts.

"It was an abandoned collective farm. It's heavily guarded and difficult to approach."

Holding back the joy in his heart, Captain America thanked Banks and sat back in the Volga car.

'Should I tell Luke?'

Rogers hesitated. He didn't know whether Luke would let him go or stay put and continue to wait.

'This is a rare opportunity!'

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'Steve is too impatient.'

Captain America's actions didn't escape Superman's sights.

He left the Kremlin and got rid of Natasha.

Standing above Moscow, overlooking the earth.

Since coming to Moscow, several forces hidden in the red empire had jumped out one after another.

After seeing Atlantis's bloody lesson with Namor and the others, the villains had realized that it was useless to approach him the hard way.

When they couldn't solve the problem, they would die right then and there, and their whole family would be sent to heaven.

It was a high-risk gamble with a very low possibility of winning.

Winning was nothing more than kicking away the biggest stumbling block, Superman, and successfully moving towards the peak of power.

During this period, they had to compete with their peers. After all, there was no lack of ambitious people and no lack of schemers.

Ruling the world was the main goal of the vast majority of villains.

If they lost, they had to pay the price with their lives.

Superman was said to be a war hero, the beacon of light, the light of the righteous path.

But there, the number of crooked nails he hammered down wasn't small, and he wasn't a soft-hearted person.

For example, Baron Strucker once witnessed Superman personally kill three 'battleship-class' people in Paris.

Since then, he had been keeping a low profile, afraid to stir up trouble.

Because the leader of Hydra had figured out the truth.

Superman wasn't a righteous hero, with morality weighing him down.

He wouldn't leave any room for error in the process of defeating his enemies, nor will he spare a life after defeating them and throwing them into prison to face punishment from the law.

He never forgave anyone who was against him and sent them to see God... or Satan.

To paraphrase the line from the studio next door--

'Your opponent is the most powerful person in the world. Even so, you still want to fight him. Going against him is undoubtedly an extremely stupid idea.'

Now, those villains who were hiding in the shadows and quietly developing in the corners were facing this embarrassing situation.

What they used to fight against the enemy didn't work on Superman.

Whether it was a conspiracy, a trap...

Or an assassination, ambush, kidnapping, and threats...

These common tactics apparently had very little viability on Superman.

The other party was like a max-level player in the tutorial village. Giving Hydra, Leviathan, or other villainous forces a headache.

By definition, such a presence as Superman should be placed in the latter levels.

As a superhero in the finale, the savior in a crisis.

Instead of showing up early, making these gangs of villains helpless.

Aware of the problem, Hydra began to adopt the method of appeasement and soliciting.

Although, they lost the basic dignity of a villain, who had to go against the good guys.

What's more, the opportunity to trample those good guys underfoot, laughing maniacally and monologue their evil plans and terrible ambitions, was lost.

However, there were gains and losses.

Accordingly, they could survive without having to be killed by Superman's iron fist.

It can only be said that this was a path that Hydra never imagined.

That's why Luke didn't take the initiative to strike against Baron Strucker.

He intended to negotiate and be elected as the new leader of Hydra through a democratic vote.

As for whether anyone voted for him, Luke believed that an ambitious and conniving villain wouldn't be too stubborn.

They would understand that the only way out was to give up the darkness and turn to the light, to give up evil and follow the good.

'Maybe this is the deep feelings between best friends. He's overwhelmed by love and affection.'

Overcoming distractions, Luke watched from afar as the Volga drove along, raising the wind and snow from a distance, and thought, "Captain America is different from ordinary people. He's carried away because of his feelings."

He fully understood that Barnes was Captain America's obsession.

Rogers could only feel at ease when he met his friends again and saw the familiar face again.

However, Luke thought of Margery, who was still in Brooklyn, waiting for Rogers to complete this mission, and then he would step up into married life with her. Luke couldn't help but mourn for the other for a couple of seconds.

'I'm afraid that cute blonde nurse will never know that another man is living in her boyfriend's heart.'

'If Steve really got married and Bucky was there, it would have been a classic scene.'

Luke's mind diverged, and a scene appeared in his head.

-- Bucky: I was here first ...

-- Rogers: Why is this happening? I'm going to get married, and my best friend is the best man. It's two happy events overlapping. But why can't I ...

"Let's get down to business."

He shook his head to get the odd scene out of his head. Luke wrapped himself in his bio-force field and tore through the air like a cannonball.

Now that Captain America had acted, there was no need for him to wait any longer.

...

...

The cold wind hit Rogers' face like a whip.

The Volga car had run out of fuel, and he replaced it with a military motorcycle made in Germany.

Captain America wore goggles and an overcoat.

Like a warrior who traveled thousands of miles to rescue the Princess.

It was also because his super soldier's physique was different from normal people. Otherwise, in such cold weather, riding a motorcycle would freeze people silly.

After a long 10-hour journey, he changed from car to motorcycle, to train.

Rogers finally arrived in Minsk, a city with a history of almost a thousand years.

However, there were no old houses or places of interest in the streets and urban areas.

During World War II, Minsk was occupied by the German for three years, and the smoke and artillery of the war destroyed everything.

It wasn't until the Allies won that the city was rebuilt on the ruins of Minsk, with the Sverdlovsk River as the central axle.

Rogers wasn't a tourist, and he wasn't in the mood to experience the customs and atmosphere of Minsk.

He followed the information given by the Brotherhood and found the long-abandoned collective farm.

As Banks said, the perimeter of the farm was heavily guarded, with patrol guards constantly rotating.

In all directions, east, west, north, and south, there stood a guard post similar to a sentry tower, on which several machine guns could be faintly seen.

This reminded Rogers of Hydra's camp and recalled the feeling of being on the battlefield.

'How do I sneak in and find Bucky?'

Captain America hid in the thick forest and looked out at the collective farm not far away.

He really wanted to be like Luke, a cannonball smashing into the tight encirclement.

Then, under the hail of bullets, Bucky would be rescued from his deep suffering.

'I might be able to do it...'

Rogers suddenly realized he was already a battleship-class rather than an ordinary super-soldier.

Hydra's fire attack shouldn't be a fatal threat to him.

'The longer I stay with Luke, the more I get used to the brutal, no-brainer approach to solving problems.'

Captain America held the vibranium shield and took a deep breath.

'Bucky, I'm coming to save you!'

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'Steve is acting out of character.'

Luke had his arms across his chest and stood high above in the sky.

With his eyes looking down, he could see Captain America hiding in the thick forest.

It would seem that the other party was observing the surrounding environment and considering how to sneak into the heavily guarded collective farm without disturbing others.

But before long, Rogers put the vibranium shield in front of him and smashed the gates to the farm like a cannonball.

This blatant, reckless style of doing things was nothing like the cautious nature of Captain America.

"I didn't expect Steve, a cautious man, to learn an assassin's method of 'no one will notice if there's nobody to notice'. "

Luke lamented.

Rampage in, break through the heavy siege, and eliminate all the enemies.

This was the most common method used by Superman!

Compared with Captain America's long journey, Luke arrived in Minsk long ago.

The former took 10 hours, but he only spent a few minutes.

After that, he found a hotel to stay in and experience the local customs.

Luke originally wanted to finish the mission of saving Bucky before Rogers arrived, and by the way, have a face-to-face conversation with Hydra.

However, considering that the former disregarded the principles of a soldier and left the team by himself, to travel thousands of miles to meet with his friend.

He couldn't help but dismiss the idea.

The long wait was for the satisfaction of the moment they met.

'But Steve and Bucky, in fact, may not want to meet in this way.'

Luke glanced lightly as if he thought of something interesting, and his mouth slightly tilted.

Da da! Da da da!

Seeing a stranger breaking in, several machine guns mounted on the sentry tower spewed out.

The heavy fire, unsurprisingly, all hit the vibranium shield.

Although the red and white round shield coated with a big five-pointed star could only block Rogers' upper body at most, no one shot at his lower body.

It was as if the shield had an amazing effect on people, and they couldn't take their eyes off it.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Seeing a bullet hitting the center of the shield, Luke groaned.

'Are these Hydra guys having a shooting competition?'

'Seeing who could shoot more accurately?'

Of course, Captain America's vibranium shield was where his 50% protagonist aura came from; it didn't surprise Luke.

'It seems like Hydra's tech hasn't been significantly enhanced since the end of World War II.'

Luke looked at the battlefield, which was one-sided, and shook his head.

After Wöden's Blood's twenty-four transformations, Captain America was no longer the super soldier who needed to avoid face-to-face firepower.

He got the reinforcement he needed.

Not to mention getting a 50-50 change going against any of The Avengers, even if Thanos came...

Rogers could rely on his own strength to fight head-on with the other party.

And Hydra was still in place, not looking for an effective tech to develop.

It's still the same old story, reinforced fighters with modern weapons.

Due to the loss of the Tesseract, even the only weapon that could harm Captain America, the energy gun, has gone into disuse.

'Where would Bucky be?'

Rogers didn't know that Luke was up there eating popcorn and watching the play. He threw up his shield and knocked down a Hydra soldier in front of him.

The two-meter tall man with a big body and a round waist looked as if he couldn't withstand the strong wind, and with a "thud" he directly flew out.

Even the crossfire formed by several machine guns couldn't even make Captain America take half a step back.

Rogers braved the bullets, breaking through the tight encirclement while looking around, looking for the place where Bucky was being held.

He was like a mammoth, shaking the ground with his footsteps and making loud sounds.

Boom boom! Boom boom boom!

The blazing lightning contained in his eyes formed a few quick balls of light, which flew towards the towers, standing everywhere, and blew them into pieces.

This collective farm, used as a base by Hydra, could not stop Captain America from moving forward.

Those enhanced soldiers might've had an overwhelming advantage over ordinary soldiers.

But they weren't enough for Captain America, who was highly equipped and enhanced.

The strong bodies that could block small-caliber bullets as if those bullets were as fragile as paper!

Punching a Hydra soldier, Rogers, who was invincible, suddenly fixed his eyes on a building in the northeast corner.

Maybe it was his affinity to his best friend, or perhaps it was a man's intuition.

Somehow, he thought Bucky was there!

Bam!

Stepping heavily on the ground as if he was releasing the classic War Stomp skill.

The enhanced soldiers who had fiercely rushed forward shook and fell to the ground.

With the force of the recoil, Rogers was like an arrow off the string, shot out with a powerful whoosh!

He catapulted hundreds of steps away in a matter of seconds!

The closed metal door was crumpled as if it was a shoddy product.

Unable to resist, it was directly knocked down by Captain America. The steel door slab was thrown out, and it smashed into the wall at the other end.

The alarming noise echoed through the building.

"Bucky..."

Rogers stopped and looked around.

The building appeared to have been converted into a dormitory. Several iron-framed beds with bunk beds are placed at the entrance, and there were signs and slogans like 'Our cause is righteous', and 'Victory will be ours' on the walls.

However, Captain America's eyes didn't stop at these.

He just stared blankly at the tall figure with a somewhat complex expression.

First, he was surprised, then he was amazed.

In the end, it turned into a few moments of surprise and some subtle unspeakable emotions.

That tall figure picked up the clothes scattered to the corner of the bed and slowly put them on.

He seemed to be unaware of Rogers's arrival; he stretched his body and relieved the tense muscles after his intense exercise.

He put on his black combat outfit and put on his half-face mask.

Finally, he set his eyes on Captain America.

"Who is Bucky?"

In those empty eyes, there was a hint of killing intent.

He looked like he was very pissed at Rogers, who had disturbed him.

"How did this happen ..."

Although Captain America had thought that when he saw Bucky again, his opponent would have changed a lot.

However, it was hard to accept that he didn't even remember his own name.

This meant that Bucky had abandoned his past identity and was no longer his best friend.

And Rogers's eyes involuntarily glance at the blonde lying in bed.

More than one ...

Remembering what Luke had told him, Bucky became a breeding machine for Hydra, a flash of anger rose up inside him.

"Your name is James Buchanan Barnes ..."

Captain America tried to explain and awaken Bucky's memories.

But the latter didn't want to listen, and his eyes were filled with wisps of blazing white light.

An explosive ball of light containing energy struck Rogers's vibranium shield.

"I'm the Winter Soldier."

The tall figure stepped out of the door and gazed at Captain America, who was slammed back, creating a large crater behind him.

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Rogers was lying in the big hole smashed out by his body, with a trace of astonishment in his eyes.

He didn't expect that Bucky would attack him, and he did so mercilessly, trying to kill him.

If the passive effect of the vibranium shield hadn't played a role, it wouldn't have blocked the shot of energy that contained the exuberant heat.

Maybe he would be blown apart and die on the spot.

After realizing that the person in front of him wasn't his familiar friend, Captain America finally came to his senses.

He rolled over and stood up, looking straight at the other person.

"Bucky, you've forgotten who you are and what you've said before."

Rogers gripped the shield in his hand, and his gaze turned resolute.

"If the person you once were saw you now, as a tool in someone else's hands, I believe he would feel angry and would agree with what I'm going to do next."

"I'm taking you back, away from here, and back to Brooklyn! Get rid of this miserable existence!"

Captain America raised his shield, withstood several powerful energy shots, and took several strides to reach the Winter Soldier's position.

A punch swung out!

The air exploded!

Exhibiting incredible force!

"Is that all?"

The expressionless, cold man raised his left hand and caught Rogers's heavy punch, revealing a hint of contempt in his eyes.

Like the other party, he was also a 'battleship-class', transformed by Wöden's Blood.

No matter in terms of strength, speed, and energy attack, both of them were similar.

It can be said that they were evenly matched.

"Although I don't know who you are, I remember that headquarters gave the order--"

Bucky, who had already been brainwashed several times, coldly said, "If I see a guy who uses a shield as a weapon and dresses like a clown."

"I should ... kill him."

As Bucky's words fell, the arm clutching Rogers's fist was pulled back, and his knee was thrown upward.

Clean, quick, and decisive.

Bang!

It was like the muffled sound of someone hitting a sandbag.

The heavy force pounded into Captain America's abdomen, nearly bringing him to his knees and incapacitating him.

With a strong will, Rogers struggled to overcome the excruciating pain in his head and threw out his shield before Bucky could launch his next attack.

The Winter Soldier seemed to have a lot more experience in combat than Captain America, so he extended his arm and firmly took it.

"You don't look like a veteran."

Bucky said so.

"Your body is getting rusty and slow. No belief in winning, no determination to kill your enemy."

A fist smashed into Rogers' face, the bones of his nose breaking sounded, and the hard bones abruptly shattered. A string of blood rolled down.

With only a few rounds of hits, Captain America, who had rarely suffered a defeat, fell into a disadvantage.

"Ah..., this is domestic violence."

Luke looked down and saw the two men fighting.

Compared with Rogers's passive parry, Bucky was much more active.

It was like a storm of punches and kicks, occasionally interspersed with a few shots of energy blasts.

The flat ground was full of ditches and potholes.

Two 'battleship-class', like humanoid machines, constantly collided in the most primitive way.

"If the situation continues, it looks like Steve is going to lose."

Luke could see that Captain America was always thinking of his old feelings and always left room for them.

The brainwashed Winter Soldier had no psychological burden, and every punch and kick was aimed at the vitals.

Boom boom! Boom boom boom!

Several spherical lightning bolts, like tracking missiles, traced a dexterous path and circled around Rogers, who was dodging and then instantly exploded.

Terrifying waves of air tumbled up, like tons of explosives ignited all together, releasing rampant energy.

Luke was slightly surprised to see that the Winter Soldier was obviously better than Captain America in terms of control.

Hydra must have given Bucky special training, while Rogers, on the other hand, had very few opportunities to fight after the war.

It wasn't surprising that one was better than the other, resulting in a one-sided battle.

"I'm Steve Rogers, I live in Brooklyn, and I have a friend named Bucky ..."

In the smoke that spread out, labored words and violent panting could be heard.

Almost half of the tattered long trench coat was destroyed, and his whole body was covered with charred marks. Captain America, who looked awful, slowly walked out.

"Leave Hydra, leave this place, Bucky."

Rogers stared deep into his eyes, seeing that physical persuasion won't work. He could only hope for an appeal from the heart.

After all, if you couldn't fight, you could only try to persuade, which was also the basic actions of many protagonists.

"Steve Rogers, Captain America ..."

Bucky looked a little dazed as if remembering something and subconsciously repeated the words.

"That's right! We used to live in Brooklyn, you earned pocket money as a paperboy, and I shined shoes ..."

Seeing that something seemed to be working, Rogers wanted to strike while the iron was hot.

As he walked forward, he approached Bucky; While slowing down his voice, he softly said, "Your father served in the 107th Infantry Regiment, and you joined it later on! Remember?"

The Winter Soldier couldn't help but lower his head, and his eyes looked even more confused.

As if he was struggling, trying to remember.

"Bucky, did you forget all those warm, funny, and meaningful things!?"

Captain America continued to talk about their past, hoping to shake the other's memory and awaken the other party's inner self.

"I remember --"

When Rogers was about to walk in front of him, Bucky suddenly raised his head, and a cold light burst out of his eyes.

"You're the enemy!"

The moment he made a sound, his palm reached out like lightning and quickly strangled Captain America's neck.

Caught off guard, the latter was struck.

"I am considering whether to kill you now or to take you back to the organization."

The cold-voiced Winter Soldier crushed the last illusion Captain America had with his own actions.

Attempting to awaken a brainwashed person with memories wasn't that simple.

"... Bucky!"

Rogers squeezed the name out of his throat; his eyes carried a plea and ... a hint of pity.

The annoying look in his eyes made the Winter Soldier tighten his grip and strangle him even harder.

There seemed to be a hint of abnormal fluctuation in his cold emotions.

'Why did he look at me with pity?'

This question came up in his mind.

'Forget it. Let's settle it right now.'

Bucky was a little distracted as if some kind of memento-mori scared him, which was emerging.

To keep himself calm and undisturbed by external things, he even went so far as to give up his intention of bringing Captain America back to Hydra.

'Kill him!'

On the other side, the rational brain urged Bucky to take action.

He tightened his palm even harder, like cast iron, so he could wring the other's neck.

"I advise you to let him go, Sergeant Barnes."

The dark red cloak was blown by the wind and rolled like a wave.

The tall and straight body slowly descended, landing on the ground.

"Who are you?"

With a wary look in his eyes, Bucky held Rogers, who was in a death grip, in front of him.

As a veteran who set foot on the battlefield, he was an ace killer with an incredible amount of experience. His keen instincts told him that this uninvited guest was dangerous.

"I ... am another friend of yours."

Luke smiled slightly as he turned toward Rogers and said, "Hold on, it might hurt a little."

The latter's red face was full of confusion, and Bucky didn't understand the other's meaning.

They just saw Luke take a step, and then the Winter Soldier, who was holding a hostage, felt a sharp pain. His chest felt as if a heavy hammer hit it, and his bones were about to crack.

Then, he heard the booming explosion that shook his eardrums, and a fierce gust of wind hit his face, painfully blowing him back.

Finally, he saw the upright figure standing in Bucky's original position.

As for Rogers?

Luke took him away from the Winter Soldier, but his collar bone was slightly misaligned, and he felt a painful crick in his neck.

"Hiss! Your plan to rescue a hostage is too crude!"

Captain America said, craning his neck.

"Leaving without authorization, I haven't penalized you yet, Colonel Rogers."

Luke's face was stern, displaying the authority of a General.

"I will go back and write a report and seriously reflect on it."

Rogers obediently admitted his mistake, which was indeed his fault.

"Forget it. I'll take care of Bucky for you."

Luke shook his head. He just said it casually. He didn't really want to blame Captain America.

This was his best friend, so it was understandable.

The most that could be done was to remind Rogers's girlfriend to pay more attention to Bucky and be careful of being cheated on.

"He doesn't remember his past at all."

Captain America cracked his neck back and spoke in a downcast voice.

Considering that he almost died at the hand of the Winter Soldier just now, the lucky feeling of surviving reminded him that the man standing in front of him had become a loyal tool of Hydra, not an old friend who grew up with him in Brooklyn.

"I can remind him of who he really is."

Luke said lightly.

Then, under Rogers's surprised gaze, he walked towards Bucky, whose sternum was cracked and couldn't move.

"What's your name?"

Superman asked in a commanding manner.

Boom!

A ball of lightning was ready to strike in the Winter Soldier's eyes.

Luke's mouth tilted. He stretched out his hand on the other person's face and held their head.

He slammed it to the ground with a straight face.

Bang!

The solid ground was smashed into a deep crater, and Bucky, who wanted to release his energy blast, fell to a dizzy state.

"What's your name?"

The Winter Soldier, who had been strictly trained never to divulge any information, still intended to answer Luke's questions with actions.

He endured the sharp pain in his sternum, and his foggy mind grabbed Luke's right arm with both hands and twisted it backward!

The latter's upright figure was as steady as a mountain, without the slightest hint of wavering.

Bucky's resistance was like a child facing a towering tree.

No matter how he kicked, there was no response.

Bang!

A second time!

A hard whack to the ground!

"What's your name?"

Luke continued to ask.

Bucky gritted his teeth and refused to say anything.

He was the most powerful fighter in Hydra and the most loyal member. How could he easily give in to others?

Bang! Bang!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Bang --

Luke was like a rigid machine, asking questions over and over again and smacking him down over and over again.

An unspecified number of smacks later, the Winter Soldier, who felt that his bones were going to break, weakly said, "Barnes! My name is James Buchanan Barnes!"

"Good, you finally remembered who you are."

Luke dropped Bucky, who was almost at his last breath.. He turned to a dumbfounded Rogers and said, "Steve, look, he remembers."

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It was 2 hours after Baron Strucker learned that the collective farm had been invaded and that the Winter Soldier had been taken away.

For the previous Hydra, it would take 40 minutes at most.

This fully reflected the weakness of the residual party and its complete inability to roll out an extensive and timely intelligence network.

Back to the clock 2 hours ago, Baron Strucker was at the Savior Tower with peace of mind, considering Leviathan's suggestion -- that was, having a face-to-face conversation with Superman.

The other party had already expressed their meaning and asked Natasha to convey it.

Whether it's Leviathan or Hydra, they had to make a choice.

Testing Superman's patience was unwise and dangerous.

Besides, using countless means couldn't compare with serious and sincere positive communication.

The only thing that Baron Strucker should worry about was probably his personal safety.

If Superman wanted to catch Hydra and pull the fishing net out of the water…

It was equal to sending his own head out the door, a purely idiotic act.

"Zemo, what do you think of the god-like human? What is he really trying to do?"

Baron Strucker clasped his hands on the table and looked at Zemo, sitting opposite him.

The other was the only person who had gained his admiration and was entrusted with important responsibilities in the entire Hydra remnant party.

On the one hand, it was because Zemo had the same origin as himself.

Having joined the SS under Fuhrer, there was no doubt about his loyalty to the organization.

On the other hand, there was also a serious talent shortage in Hydra, and there were no elites available.

The scientists were all packed away by Dr. Zola and delivered to the then Strategic Scientific Reserve.

Only the intelligence department was retained and was absorbed by Baron Strucker.

"I'm not sure."

Zemo shook his head.

He wasn't so arrogant to think that he understood Superman like the back of his hand and could guess what the opponent was thinking.

How could an ant guess what the giant was thinking?

These were Zemo's true thoughts.

The difference in their positions was too big of a gap.

The results obtained from the psychoanalysis were naturally flawed beyond measure.

"Judging from the past actions of the god-like human, he often does surprising things, things that the outside world won't expect. This is one of the reasons why I can't figure him out."

Zemo, wearing a purple mask, paused for a moment. He wanted to say something but couldn't say it.

Such behavior, which was reflected in the change of his attitude, was unsurprisingly noticed by Baron Strucker.

He held up his monocle and slightly frowned, "There's no one else here. You can say it; no need to hide it."

After getting approval, Zemo went on to say, "Baron, I think, since Superman conveyed that he wants a meeting. We might as well try it."

"The leaders of other factions of Hydra refuse to break down their prejudices, put aside their differences, and join with you to rebuild a more perfect, more powerful, and more indestructible Hydra empire."

"They don't have the broad-mindedness and the foresight of a man who is one step ahead of his time, like you, Baron ..."

As a subordinate, one must flatter one's superior before throwing out one's own opinions.

This wasn't only a hidden rule in the workplace but also one of the cheat codes for promotion and salary increase.

Baron Strucker was very pleased by this, even though he knew it was flattery.

It was nice to hear, and people couldn't help but smile when they heard it.

If you can talk, say more!

"The leaders of other factions indulge in power, only care about their immediate interests, and wouldn't go far."

Omitting hundreds of words of praise, Zemo then said, "If we can take the lead in getting a connection with Superman, get the recognition of the other party, or even reach a partnership by promising a portion of the benefits, we can gain S.H.I.E.L.D.'s support."

"In turn, use this support to bring the other factions into your hands, wouldn't it be ..."

Zemo didn't make it too clear, but the meaning was obvious.

Use S.H.I.E.L.D to deal with the other Hydra factions and hold Superman's support tightly. Their future would be bright!

"Hmm..."

Baron Strucker frowned even more tightly and looked at Zemo with a strange look.

'This guy isn't a spy hiding inside Hydra, is he?'

'Bent on selling the organization to Superman?'

Such thoughts passed his mind but then disappeared.

Baron Strucker shook his head lightly.

Zemo had served Hydra well and had shed blood. He shouldn't be so suspicious of him.

This proposal seemed tempting but failed to impress Baron Strucker.

"Zemo, Hydra and Superman aren't on equal footing, and we can't guarantee our own interests at all."

The bald-headed Baron was clear-headed, not biased, but worried.

"The only result of an unequal dialogue is to repeatedly give in, until everything is given away."

Zemo bristled, seemingly holding a different opinion.

He thought that what Hydra had lost was nothing compared with the benefits they could get.

That was Superman!

The most vocal and powerful person in the world!

This was the same as a once strong and established company facing a rising global giant.

Continuing to maintain pride, not accepting acquisition, they would only be slapped to death by the surging tides.

Within the red empire alone, there were two major organizations, namely the Brotherhood and Leviathan, competing with them.

On the global scale, other Hydra factions, as well as various forces, could completely overwhelm them.

In addition, mutants, Inhumans, all kinds of aliens from the dark world, magicians, and so on...

How could there be any room for Baron Strucker?

But if they joined the ranks of global giants, they might get the opportunity and capital to rise again.

Endure it for three years, and then grow silently, reverse the attack from the people at the top...

That was what Zemo was thinking.

When he thought about this, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but quirk up in a weird smile.

"Zemo, do you have a different opinion?"

Baron Strucker's inquiry pulled Zemo back to reality.

He shook his head repeatedly and denied, "I didn't think about it properly. Baron, you have a far-sighted vision."

At this point, the conversation came to a standstill.

The silent atmosphere ran through the room.

The call from Minsk rang, and Baron Strucker picked it up. In a matter of seconds, his face changed from shock to anger to frustration.

The call didn't last long, but the baldheaded Baron soon put down the receiver and slumped on the chair.

This time, he even lost his last card and wasn't even qualified to sit at the table.

"Maybe you're right, Zemo."

After a few minutes of silence, Baron Strucker's eyes showed a touch of bitterness, and his ambition was doused with cold water.

Losing the Winter Soldier meant losing the last hope of cloning an Aryan Superman.

There was no bargaining chip for cooperation with Leviathan. And Taras, the master spy, would soon attack him.

"What happened?"

Zemo asked in a low voice.

"Superman took Winter Soldier away, which may be a sign or a warning from him."

Baron Strucker answered.

"He is telling us that Hydra has no choice but to obey or ... die a silent death like Red Skull."

He waved his hand, seemingly discouraged, and instructed Zemo, "Have Leviathan send a message. We'll accept a meeting."

"Tomorrow, in front of Vladimir Ilyich Ulyanov's Mausoleum."

The latter nodded, showing a trace of joy on his face, completely devoid of the frustration that Baron Strucker had.

Wasn't it better to work with Superman than to live in the Soviet Union?

The emergence of a strong individual was bound to give rise to another strong force.

Perhaps Superman had no desire to become a dictator, but there was no denying that sooner or later, the world would be overshadowed by his presence.

His opinion will determine the situation of a country and a continent, and everyone will have to show him respect.

'Invisible dictatorship, is still a dictatorship!'

Zemo thought so.

He left the room and stood at the balcony of the Savior Tower overlooking the Kremlin.

The new era belonged to Superman and also to the new Hydra.

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On the west side of Red Square, in front of the magnificent mausoleum built with red granite and black feldspar, Baron Strucker and his confidant, Zemo, arrived early.

They stood under the solid pedestal and looked up at this solemn and simple building.

The body of the man, who was praised as a 'mentor' by people, was placed in a glass coffin inside the mausoleum, and his body was covered with the Soviet flag.

There were a lot of people there, and every Soviet who passed through Red Square, or famous tourists, would come to pay tribute.

"You also came?"

A Volga car stopped, and Baron Strucker saw Taras, the master spy, come out.

As a former member of the KGB and a senior member of Leviathan, his appearance was much more high-profile.

After giving a few orders, several groups of guards rushed to the Red Square and set up a perimeter around the mausoleum to prevent pedestrians from approaching.

"Hydra can't defy Superman's will, can Leviathan?"

Taras said so.

Baron Strucker silently thought:

'When did villains become so humble, having no dignity at all?'

"I heard that your trump card, the Winter Soldier, was taken away by Superman?"

The sympathy from the bald Baron didn't last long, and Taras awkwardly made small talk.

"Barnes was Superman's former comrade-in-arms, and it's normal for Hydra to return the person."

Strucker coughed twice and corrected himself, "Please don't describe Superman as a thief. We did it voluntarily."

Taras despised it. 'Was this how they boot-licked?'

'As the leader of the Hydra, not even the least bit of pride, really...'

Da da da!

At the sound of footsteps behind him, Taras's cold expression changed, and he put on a smile, "General, seeing you again is a blessing for me."

'Tsk!'

'Bootlicking little runt!'

Baron Strucker secretly sneered. Not to be outdone, he greeted him with a smile.

"General, I had the honor of seeing you defeat the Aryan demons in Paris! Red Skull and the Axis Powers, General Sankt of Berlin. They were simply asking for death!"

The bald man kissed ass, and it was quite uncouth.

"I had repeatedly advised them that it was very unwise to make an enemy of Superman and suggested surrendering, but they did not listen and were stubborn."

Taras was stunned. This guy could kiss ass more than himself.

'No way!'

'I can't lose!'

As a former KGB executive and spy leader of the Red Room, Taras also had his pride.

"General Sir, in fact, I admire you ..."

"All right, all right. Let's get down to business."

Luke waved his hand and interrupted the bootlicking contest between the two.

He wasn't interested in flattery. Although it sounded really good, it was still far from White Queen's flexible tongue, which could tie cherry stalks.

"The reason I wanted to meet with you was that I didn't want to convey our opinions through a middleman, which would make us all seem less than sincere."

Luke stood in front of the mausoleum in a trench coat.

From a distance, the song of the Red Empire, [Unbreakable Union, was faintly heard.

Taras laughed awkwardly and confessed, "General, Leviathan has great respect for you."

"We are just parts attached to this country, and when the machine runs, the parts can't influence its direction."

"General, no matter which camp you stand in, Leviathan has no intention of being an enemy."

The master spy was smart enough to extract himself first.

The walls of the two polarities were increasingly rigid, and who knew which faction Superman was supporting.

In any case, Leviathan relied on the Soviet Union to develop.

The fall of the red bear wouldn't do them any good.

"Don't get me wrong. I am known to be a pacifist and a staunch supporter of the unity of mankind."

Luke smiled and explained his position.

"It's not my business which side Leviathan is on. It's just that S.H.I.E.L.D. has a shortage of intelligence professionals, and I was wondering if you had any ideas about moving to another job."

Taras froze for a moment, not responding.

'Is this poaching?'

'In front of Hydra?'

"Getting appreciation from you is an enviable thing, General."

Baron Strucker seized the opportunity and began to gloat.

"If it were me, I would have agreed to it immediately."

Taras was in a dilemma, and the bald guy next to him was bound to release the news.

When the time came, the organization would think that he had defected and wasn't loyal enough. What should he do?

When working in Leviathan, if loyalty wasn't absolute, it was being disloyal!

Taras was already panicking, subconsciously looking at Superman, who was smiling at the corners of his lips, and his heart 'thumped'.

As the master spy who presided over the purges, he was well aware that when dealing with traitors and unstable elements, the organization would always deal with them in a very brutal way.

"You don't have to answer in a rush, Taras. You can go back and think about it."

Luke gestured to the other side to leave. Leviathan was not part of the quest, so naturally, he had no additional interest.

At most, he would take away the young version of Natasha and train her well. She would be a good ... secretary.

Now, his driver was Nick Fury, and the Black Widow would be his.

Then deal with Thor, and the achievement of gathering the Avengers' senior members would be half complete.

"Strucker, do you have anything to say?"

Luke looked at the leader of one of Hydra's factions with a kind smile.

Watching Taras's lonely back, the bald headed Baron was shocked.

He didn't want to be manipulated and poached by Superman, so he simply took the initiative to confess, "James Buchanan Barnes was the original 'material' for Red Skull's human experiment, but General Sankt chose him as a candidate for an Aryan demon. It really has nothing to do with me."

"I wanted to return him to you as soon as you arrived in Moscow, but ..."

Baron Strucker spoke quickly and urgently; his mouth was like a machine gun.

The Winter Soldier had a deep friendship with Captain America and was even a friend of Superman.

Although Hydra knew about this, who could be willing to give away a 'battleship-class' soldier?

Besides, without the Winter Soldier, Baron Strucker would never have reached a cooperation with Leviathan.

This was an important high-end combat force!

"That's a thing of the past. You don't have to mention it."

Luke was very generous, which relieved Baron Strucker, whose forehead was covered in sweat.

However, this ease didn't last long.

"But, Strucker, your actions have caused extremely serious psychological and physical harm to Bucky."

Luke's tone turned serious and solemn as he said, "I hope you can make up for it."

"I should! I really should! Of course!"

The bald Baron smiled bitterly while nodding his head in response.

He was tempted to ask Superman to finish the conversation in one go.

Otherwise, his heart felt like it was riding a roller coaster, with ups and downs, and he could easily get sick.

"For specific compensation, talk to Captain America yourself. He is Bucky's representative."

Luke finally got down to business and whispered, "I'm not Hydra's enemy, and I'm not interested in completely destroying you."

"I said these words to Dr. Zola, and I will tell you now. I hope you can feel my sincerity."

Not waiting for Superman to launch his speech, convincing Hydra and convincing Baron Strucker; Zemo as a minor side character, looked up and said, "Just as you, General, are a pacifist and a staunch supporter of the unity of mankind, Hydra actually has similar ideas."

"The agenda we share is also the elimination of war and the creation of a better and brighter world in the future."

"Only to be used as a tool by the evil Axis Powers and as a weapon for the ambitious Red Skull's personal desires!"

Red Skull was truly the almighty bearer of blame.

Hearing this, Luke couldn't help but sigh.

"Therefore, Hydra was accused of dirty things and became an object of scorn."

Zemo completely ignored Baron Strucker's meaningful stare and spoke with increasing vigor.

"I hope that you, General, would give Hydra a chance to turn over a new leaf. Let us join your team, feel the light of justice, and experience the spirit of freedom and peace."

'This is a talent!'

Luke's eyes twinkled.

It was obvious that Zemo could see the situation even more clearly than Baron Strucker. He could even say such brazen words without even blinking.

"Strucker, what do you think?"

He didn't answer but looked at the complicated expression on the bald Baron.

Who else could he look at?

Baron Strucker squeezed out a small smile and agreed, "What Zemo said is exactly what I was thinking."

"Very well, I am willing to give you an opportunity to start over."

Luke smiled contentedly. Talking to people who understood where the wind was blowing was always a pleasant thing.

"Strucker, Zemo, let's say the words together--"

Under the mausoleum, the three stood.

The anthem, [Unbreakable Union, was sung repeatedly at the west side of the Red Square, nearing its end.

"Hail Hydra!"

The proclamation was drowned out by the loud, rousing, passionate tune.

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