Chapter 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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