The tall, black-robed woman walked by, bringing up a fragrant breeze.
The beautiful scenery, like an attractive magnet, pulled Howard's eyes.
He stroked his shiny hair, and his mouth curled up in a smile.
He thought he was quite classy as he walked up to her and was ready to hit on her.
It's just that the prepared opening remarks were still in his mouth. Still, the black-robed woman with a particularly prominent figure and outstanding curve suddenly stopped and took the initiative to smile at Howard, "Sir, what can I do for you?"
"I'm sorry, I think I might have gotten lost and couldn't find my way."
Howard spoke sincerely.
Trying to make this obvious excuse look real.
He had already thought of the next question and answer session.
A bunch of cheeky love words like 'lost in your heart' had already been prepared.
"Then it looks like you're a first-time visitor to the Moulin Rouge."
The woman in black didn't answer his words. She didn't play cards according to common sense and said, "Where do you intend to go? I can be your guide."
'Is this even possible?'
Howard couldn't help but pause when he saw that the other party offered to be his guide.
'The obvious clumsy lies could deceive people?'
Then, a confident smile appeared on his face.
Silently lamenting --
'Well, I'll be damned! I have nowhere to put my charm!'
In Howard's own opinion, it was clearly his unique personality that attracted the other party's attention.
Otherwise, this black-robed woman, with a rather extravagant figure that people couldn't look away from, wouldn't easily agree to be his guide, right?
"Yes, I am a tourist."
Howard behaved politely, like a wolf in sheep's clothing.
Attempting to use this disguise to deceive ignorant girls and young women.
"I had a friend who was interested in the Moulin Rouge, but due to his busy schedule, he couldn't find the time, so he asked me to come and see it instead."
Howard said very frankly.
As if he wasn't interested in those beautiful dancers with thin, shiny tops, draped in flashy feathered costumes and metallic pieces, wiggling their hips and lifting their thighs to the rhythm of wild music.
"That's really rare. Most men come to the Moulin Rouge to have fun; few are as decent as you."
The black-robed woman raised her hand to cover her red lips and gave a soft laugh with an unknown meaning.
Her tall figure, coupled with the high-heeled leather boots, was almost on par with Howard's.
"Thank you for the compliment. I prefer an interesting soul to a vulgar appearance."
Howard began to build his persona, ready to show the other side of his humor, a fresh and good side.
And from there, he'll score!
"Good-looking bodies are the same and numerous, but interesting souls are rare."
Howard mused, like a man with a story to tell.
In damp and cold streets of Paris, not far from the Moulin Rouge, came the lively music and enthusiastic shouting.
The large rotating wheel was decorated with colorful lights, giving off an ambiguous and bright glow.
In this scene, a man and a woman looked at each other and smiled at each other.
According to the emotional soap operas of the later generations, the next step should be an emotional hug, a lingering kiss, and the camera keeps rising, giving a preview of the next episode.
"Howard -- can I call you that?"
During the conversation, the two of them unknowingly walked some distance away.
After a short conversation, the woman in black already knew Howard's name and his job -- tobacco merchant.
Selling cigarettes that cause chronic death and destroy the body seemed no different from selling weapons.
Anyway, in America, these two things were legal goods displayed on shelves in public.
"Of course, Rania."
Howard nodded gently.
His concealed glances passed over the two great omens.
Like a dragonfly, skimming over the surface of the water.
"Shall we find a quiet place to sit and talk more about ... Michelangelo's sculpture?"
Howard restrained his eagerness and rubbed his hands.
Talking about life ideals, poetry, and songs and increasing each other's feelings were just to achieve the last step.
Otherwise, he was a standard scientific man, playing Sudoku when he had nothing to do or thinking about the research and development of the power armor, which was no more interesting than walking on the streets of Paris.
"Okay! I know a hotel nearby."
The corners of the black-robed woman's mouth rose, seemingly in a happy mood, nodding her head in response.
'Wait!'
'So soon?'
Howard, who was always in and out of romantic places and used to various scenes, was still somewhat shocked.
What he meant was to find a coffee shop or a quiet pub and continue to sit for a while.
Who knew that the other party was even more direct than himself and asked to go to a hotel.
'Isn't this a little too fast?'
Howard hesitated.
It felt like running at the last base, at the speed of light.
Howard, as a Casanova, was used to approaching with his heart and then using his kidneys.
After all, foreplay with a little emotional padding was convenient for in-depth communication.
"Don't you want to go? It's just a cup of coffee, nothing more."
The black-robed woman who called herself Rania exuded a touch of charm.
Between steps, the omens swayed up and down, so Howard couldn't help but think about it.
"As a gentleman, I can't refuse a lady's invitation."
Howard tightened his trench coat and followed the black-robed woman's lead, walking into the darkness of the night.
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'Howard that bastard!'
When Luke returned to the hotel room, he saw the man in a cap crouching outside the door, holding a pile of movie copies, and cursed.
This guy couldn't just watch adult movies but had to buy copies for a collection?
Even if he bought it and collected it, shouldn't he pay for it?
Even if he paid for him, wouldn't it slander his own reputation?
"I didn't expect you to like these kinds of things, Cavill."
When Zheng Xian, who had been working on his self-reflection letter all morning, saw the explicit photo on the copy, he looked at it with a disgusted expression of 'I didn't think you were this kind of person.'
"Do you want me to send a copy to you, Director Zheng Xian?"
Luke glanced at his opponent and fired back, "It's not against the S.P.E.A.R. rules to close the door and watch this and do some traditional handcraft work yourself."
Zheng Xian seemed to choke, secretly distraught, and turned to leave.
In fact, this was also the sugar-coated bullet of capitalism.
It's bad for the organization's image and will be labeled as 'immoral'.
'The capitalist society is so sinister, and there are temptations everywhere. '
Zheng Xian went back to his room and continued to write a self-reflection letter while feeling sorry for himself.
"The guy who bought the film from you, is he at Moulin Rouge in Montmartre?"
When the man in the duck cap saw the Lieutenant General's shoulder patch on Luke's uniform, he almost went weak in the knees.
He was glad that he didn't act on any bad ideas and answered honestly, "Yes. That gentleman was going to visit Moulin Rouge ... and pick up girls. Later, he met a woman and went with her."
"Put those things down and go downstairs to find my driver to get the money."
Luke curled his lips and took copies of the scenes filmed by the high-ranking officer in the Third Reich.
As the Lieutenant General of the Pentagon and the leader of S.H.I.E.L.D, he was used to having no money in his body.
Food, clothing, housing, and transportation were all arranged by the military.
In addition, SkyNet's mobile phone sales were good, and it was gradually expanding its market.
At a very early age, Luke stopped worrying about money and realized his personal financial freedom.
'Paris is a vampire's lair. I hope Howard wouldn't be so unlucky and meet a vampire who came out to feed. '
Luke threw the copy on the sofa and himself on the bed with a soft and comfortable cushion on his head.
In the European continent, creatures like vampires and werewolves have always been very active.
They did have a glorious history for some time until human guns blasted the dark fortresses.
The vampires who relied on Dracula were dragged down from the pyramid of power.
These dark creatures once wanted to make a comeback with their deadly rival werewolves.
But in the face of the order established by the three main sanctuaries and the mysterious sorcerer's large fist.
Vampires, who thought they were elegant and noble, resolutely chose to follow their inner will and hunker down in the dark corners.
'Why do I feel that something isn't right? '
Luke closed his eyes and sorted out the details of the meeting during the day.
After a brief review, he got up and stood at the window, overlooking Paris at his feet.
The super-vision was like a sword, piercing the night and giving a panoramic view of the surrounding blocks.
Thinking of Howard, it seems that his luck had never been very good. Luke couldn't help but get a headache.
Moulin Rouge was a gathering place for all kinds of people. Apart from tourists watching performances, veteran playboys, various down-and-out artists, and gang members.
Luke pushed open the window and flew into the sky.
Within a few breaths, he arrived at Moulin Rouge.
Howard was a little unfocused at times, but his mind was still good at critical moments, and he was the leader of S.H.I.E.L.D's research team.
In case the butterfly's wings flapped and accidentally wiped this guy out, then Iron Man would be lost along with him.
The Ancient One would have to restart the timeline!
'Let's see if the bastard is having fun or if he's just unlucky enough to run into a vampire on the hunt. '
The super-vision covered the entire Montmartre area, and a large number of images flooded into his mind and were quickly filtered out.
Most of them were unpleasant and sexually explicit pictures.
Parisians are still open-minded enough, and the nightlife was quite rich.
"Found him."
It took less than 10 minutes for Luke to locate Howard's exact location.
The guy was lying on the bed with the keys to the hotel in his hand and humming a light-hearted tune.
The sound of water running in the bathroom and the surface of frosted glass outlined the stunning curves that stood out.
'Nothing appears to be wrong. '
Luke frowned and found the woman in the hotel room. Her heartbeat was extremely slow, and the biomagnetic field emanating from her body seemed to be a little off.
'Unlucky Howard. '
He said with a little sympathy.
Instead of rushing to save someone, he quickly flew back to the hotel, took a plate of fruit, and then flew back, relaxed and leisurely watching the live show.
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