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Chapter 352 - 349 Young Birds In His Arms, Integration Activities.

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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