The Washington metropolitan area is most famous for its various private clubs.
Such as veterans' clubs, sea, land and air clubs, cigar clubs... either in the official name, or under various high-profile names.
Most of them are used for interpersonal communication in small circles, so the threshold for joining is very high. Unless you have a familiar recommender or submit an application, you can't even get in through the main entrance.
In the final analysis, the reason why clubs are popular is that the upper class of the United States advocates elite culture.
They completely copied the private clubs and salon gatherings of nobles in Europe in the 17th century.
Through the form of clubs, elites from different circles are brought together.
And it uses high-end consumption and lifestyle that only a few people can enjoy, and then shuts out most people.
For example, golf clubs, sailing clubs, etc.
These have strict requirements on income, occupation and consumption level.
"Just stop here."
Luke snapped his fingers, and the black car slowed down slowly and stopped in a bustling area with bright lights and bright lights.
This is a bar street in the urban area, where many jazz groups gather, and many famous singers have emerged.
"bar?"
Fury glanced outside and wondered secretly.
How could a dignified Army Lieutenant General and Director of S.H.I.E.L.D. come out to hang out in bars!
"The nightlife has just begun, so that's when they must be out and about."
Luke's eyes flashed and he thought silently.
Washington, D.C. has several interesting streets.
Pennsylvania Avenue, for example, is a regular parade location for various civil organizations and labor unions.
If there is going to be a strike or trouble, it will definitely start from this street.
Because Pennsylvania Avenue is an important commuter route, leading directly to the White House and the Capitol.
In addition, there is K Street, later known as the "Lobbying Street."
It is home to a large number of think tanks, public relations companies and international headquarters.
Organizations such as the World Bank and the International Monetary Fund have settled here.
If Wall Street in New York is the center of international finance, then K Street in Washington, D.C., is the center of international politics.
Every presidential election is a multi-party game between the public relations company here and the capital groups behind it.
"It's really lively."
Luke got out of the car. This street filled with intoxication was called "U Street".
The most popular bars in the metropolitan area, as well as the most popular bands, are all here.
He glanced casually and saw a long queue.
Basically, there are sexy girls dressed up in costumes, and young guys wearing colorful wigs that look like killers.
"Director Cavill is secretly a music enthusiast?"
As the driver, Fury consciously got out of the car.
Normally, he should also act as a bodyguard.
However, considering the strength of our own director, it is not certain who will protect whom in real danger.
"Don't get me wrong, Agent Fury, where we are going is the club opposite."
Luke deliberately changed into a suit today instead of wearing military uniform.
Coupled with Nick Fury, who appears at night and is almost invisible, it is a bit like a common combination of young rich people and black bodyguards.
"Wine club?"
Fury glanced at the illuminated billboard, which had a pattern of goblets outlined with colored lights, and a "Keep Out" sign at the door.
"Fury, I said before, I hope you can have a strong enough psychological quality. Because tonight, you will see a... more real world."
Luke fiddled with his hair a few times, creating a bunch of sexy curls, and then took out a pair of glasses from his pocket.
"Clark Kent's Glasses", a reward from the Mutant Faction mission.
As long as you put it on, you can transform yourself into a tall, sunny and handsome reporter.
It’s completely a disguised weapon!
"Director Cavill?"
Fury stared at Luke, whose image had changed drastically, with shocked eyes.
The originally slightly stern young face was replaced by a curly-haired man with a gentle temperament and full of sunshine!
"This is just a little bit of camouflage technology."
Fortunately, Luke's voice remained the same and didn't change much.
“It’s like a huge transformation into a living person!”
This made Fury, who was frightened, take a few seconds to calm down.
Such superb camouflage technology is actually said to be "trivial". Director Cavill is really humble.
It felt like there was no makeup at all, just putting on those glasses, and the whole person's appearance and temperament were completely different.
"Come in, Fury."
Luke strutted inside.
Then, not surprisingly, he was stopped.
"This is a private club and does not entertain any guests other than non-members."
The muscular bodyguard stopped the intruder, and his attitude was quite polite.
Maybe it was because he saw Luke's valuable handmade custom-made suit and the entourage that followed him - those who are more pompous these days are either liars or rich people.
"I was recommended here by Mr. John Stillman."
Luke leaned forward and spoke in a low voice, facing the face of the Metropolitan reporter.
At the same time, he took out his membership card from his pocket and handed it to the bodyguard.
"Director Cavill has indeed made thorough preparations."
Fury breathed a sigh of relief. He thought Luke would just take off his glasses and force his way in after being stopped.
By then, the scene will probably be extremely bloody.
Regarding the legendary experiences of Lieutenant General Superman, there are many amazing deeds such as killing all the enemy camp guards and completing the lurking.
Therefore, it is not surprising that Nick Fury would have this idea.
"I heard there's a wine tasting tonight?"
Luke skillfully used his fingers to hold a few bills and stuff them into the bodyguard's pocket.
"That's right. Mr. Getaro held it and invited several guests."
After checking the membership card to make sure it was correct, the bodyguard put Luke in.
The members of this wine club are all high-ranking people from Washington, D.C., and they attach great importance to the confidentiality of personal information.
Luke could name John Stillman, the White House chief of staff.
Coupled with the membership card in hand, it is enough to gain the trust of the bodyguard.
"Still in the same place, on the second floor?"
Luke glanced at it intentionally or unintentionally, and seemed to be quite familiar with the layout of the building, and directly told him where the usual gatherings were.
"Of course. Always."
The bodyguard nodded.
"I need to bring him in, should it be okay?"
Luke waved to Fury, and the bodyguard didn't stop him, but just reminded him -
"The entourage must wait in the reception room and cannot participate in the party."
After walking into the main entrance and going up the side stairs, Luke casually looked at the environment. It was a typical Gothic decoration.
The complex and exaggerated decorations and lines, as well as the brighter colors, reveal a delicate sense of beauty.
It's exactly what vampires like the most.
"Agent Fury, don't be afraid of what you see next."
Luke walked through the corridor, stepping on the soft carpet, and walked out of a thick door.
"Director, I have been on the battlefield and worked as an agent. No matter what happens, I will not be afraid!"
Nick Fury showed a brave side, and he thought he was someone who had seen big scenes.
The trenches of flesh and blood filled with corpses on the battlefield, the steel tanks with machine guns fired at them, are like bombers roaring with death...
Surviving such a dangerous environment requires courage and luck.
Bang!
Luke pushed the door open gently.
The "wine tasting party" that had already begun appeared before their eyes.
A lifeless body of a girl was placed naked on a long table.
There was a blood line on the wrist, and the red liquid that had lost its heat dripped rapidly into a goblet along the wound.
The abdomen and chest seemed to have been cut open with a sharp scalpel by a doctor with precise techniques, and several small silver bowls were used to contain the blood essence inside.
The group of people sitting around the long table were distinguished members of the wine club. They were well-dressed and spoke with grace.
But there was a trace of blood on the corner of everyone's mouth.
"Did you see that? This is the so-called dressed-up beast."
Luke shrugged helplessly. If he could have come half an hour earlier, he might have been able to save the innocent girl.
It's a pity that when he appeared outside the club's gate, the other party's living body had turned cold.
"Does the so-called wine tasting mean that you are imitating vampires and doing such despicable and despicable deeds that dehumanize you?"
Luke's appearance suddenly silenced the hall.
Those people looked at the intruding curly-haired man with strange eyes.
"Who are you?"
The middle-aged man sitting at the head asked as usual.
The gathering at the wine club is quite secretive, and it is impossible for outsiders to get past the bodyguards and show up here.
"My name is Clark Kent, and I am the number one reporter at the Daily Bugle, a fighter for justice who is ready to expose your ugly face!"
Luke opened his mouth and came, making the group of Haguis sitting in a circle, as well as Nick Fury behind them, stunned for a while.
"Another idiot who can't see the situation clearly."
The middle-aged man waved his hand and pressed the bell on the table to call the bodyguard downstairs.
He thought they were government agents, or secret investigators.
What big waves can a little reporter make
The middle-aged man was too lazy to do it himself, so he just called the bodyguard to handle it.
Looking at Luke standing at the door and Nick Fury following behind, he said: "Put this reporter in the trunk. Seeing as he is so young, he can be used as the 'red wine' to be tasted tomorrow."
"As for that nigger, throw it in a bucket, pour cement on it, and throw it in the river."
The middle-aged man grinned, and two sharp teeth were vaguely visible.
"Vampires are racist? You have no future because you are not politically correct enough."
Luke didn't expect that vampires on the North American continent were so picky. They looked down on black people at all and didn't even want to drink blood.
The middle-aged man ignored the young reporter's mutterings, and a group of bodyguards walked up the stairs menacingly.
The black gun was pointed at Luke and Nick Fury. The bodyguard guarding the door said in panic: "Sorry, Mr. Gaitaro!"
"He said he knew Mr. John Stillman and had his membership card, so I let him in!"
A middle-aged man named Getaro glared at the other party coldly and said magnanimously: "People will always make mistakes. It's nothing, but you must know how to make up for your mistakes."
"These two people interrupted the wine tasting, damaged everyone's interest, and missed the most appropriate tasting time for this high-end red wine."
"So, deal with that nigga and send the other one to the freezer."
The bodyguard nodded repeatedly and pulled the trigger without hesitation.
Because it is equipped with a silencer, the bullet does not make a sound like exploding beans when it exits the muzzle.
The next second later, there was no death scene of Nick Fury falling to the ground.
"very good."
Luke calmly opened his palms and dropped the shriveled bullet.
"You have now committed an attack on a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, shot and killed an innocent person, and attempted to harm an Army lieutenant general, attempted to unlawfully detain his personal liberty, and posed an extreme threat to his life."
"So next, it's time for me to defend myself." (End of Chapter)