I Have a Good Impression on Marvel

With the landing of the Kun-style fighter, the two-person team of Leon and Clint Barton returned to the hub again.

"Greet me Lola."

"I will."

After saying goodbye to Clint Barton in the tactical hall, Leon just wanted to take the elevator and go to the Intelligence Department to hand in the report on this mission.

Who knows, as soon as he turned around, he saw Coulson walking in his direction.

Judging from his straight walking route, Leon was sure that he was here to find him.

really. . .

"Leon, come with me."

Coulson, who passed by Leon, did not stop, but continued to walk somewhere.

And Leon followed in confusion.

What plane are you doing? So mysterious. . .

Leon muttered inwardly, and followed his uncle to an unmanned conference room of S.H.I.E.L.D.

After the two entered, Coulson closed the door.

Seeing Coulson's behavior, Leon's expression suddenly became serious, "Did something happen?"

Coulson noticed his face, smiled immediately, and waved his hand: "Don't be so nervous, I just have a small task that I want to tell you."

"Well, you said." Leon's expression softened a little, and then asked.

"Did you get a party invitation from Norman Osborn?"

For two months in S.H.I.E.L.D., the more Leon learned about this intelligence organization, the more he lamented the size and unfathomability of this organization.

What he has seen may only be the tip of the iceberg of this mysterious and huge organization. . .

Especially the director Fury, he gradually changed the first impression he got from the movie in his previous life.

This one-eyed preserved egg is definitely not like the soy sauce in the movie!

His intelligence ability alone is enough to make him the person on earth who knows the most secrets, no one!

Therefore, Leon was not surprised to hear Coulson talking about the party invitation, just nodded.

"That's it, remember your first mission?"

"certainly!"

"Based on our previous investigation and the mission report you submitted at the time, we are convinced that this kidnapping incident is not simple."

"Oh?" Leon looked at Coulson with interest. "How?"

Although I felt suspicious at the time, due to too little information, all the terrorists were wiped out.

Therefore, Leon's idea of ​​​​in-depth understanding was finally dismissed.

After listening to Coulson talk about it, Lyon also recalled all the things at that time.

"According to our investigation, what these terrorists want is a research project that the Osborne Group is developing, called interracial inheritance. Only two people have all the research data planned for this project."

"One of them, Dr. Curtis Connors, the head of research and development, escaped this attack because he happened to be in Zurich for a medical conference at the time of the kidnapping."

"And the only person left is Osborn's group president, Norman Osborn!"

"Therefore, we have reason to believe that there must be someone behind these terrorists."

After listening to Coulson's explanation, Leon probably understood the situation, touched his smooth chin, and pondered: "Well, then you want me to go to the party, collect information, and see if you can find out the culprit behind this time. ?"

"Yes! Take this opportunity to contact Osborn and see if he knows who wants this research." Coulson patted Leon's shoulder with his hand and smiled: "I'll leave this to you."

"Okay, I'll keep an eye out and try not to play so much..."

. . . . .

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A few days later. . .

Leon wore a decent suit, combed his somewhat messy brown hair, combed his hair, and drove the black Chevrolet Suburban matched with S.H.I.E.L.D. all the way to Long Island, New York.

As one of the wealthy areas of New York, Long Island has a beautiful environment and a pleasant climate, and is considered to be one of the most habitable areas in the world. Therefore, many rich people like to buy real estate here.

The big mansion of the Osborn family is also located here.

Driving to the outside of a huge manor in Suffolk County, Long Island, Leon took out the invitation letter, quickly passed the security check outside, and entered the manor.

Driving through a straight avenue, Leon finally came to the outside of the Osborn family mansion. . . parking lot.

After parking and turning off the engine, Leon got out of the car, directly ignoring the countless high-end sports cars and high-end sedans parked around, tidying up his tie, and looking at the large mansion that was close at hand.

"The style of a typical capitalist, but, I like..." Muttered in a low voice, Leon immediately stepped forward and walked towards the mansion.

When he came to the gate, a middle-aged man who seemed to know he was the housekeeper had sharp eyes. Before Leon could reach the stairs, he left the guest who was greeting and greeted him: "Oh, Mr. Coulson. , I'm very honored to have you here, please come in!"

"Oh, thanks."

After politely returning a smile, Leon walked into the large villa of the Osborn family.

From the outside, this is a typical French retro style villa. Fresh and bright, there is a sense of order, the atmosphere is elegant and romantic.

The interior decoration style is closer to the European style: gorgeous decoration, strong colors, and exquisite shapes, which make the whole space achieve a graceful and luxurious effect.

The hall was already crowded with people from all walks of life. Wealthy businessmen, Wall Street elites, and ZF officials can all be found here.

As among these people, Lyon, who has the least bank deposits, is perfectly integrated into these people.

Perhaps it was the change in time travel, or the benefits brought to him by the favor system, which made Leon, a young man who didn't like to socialize very much in his previous life, become a good player in actively integrating into social activities. . .

After coming to the bar and taking a glass of martini, Leon passed through the large hall and came to the second floor while admiring the structure of the whole house.

According to his observation, the second floor is the best place to observe the entire space.

He took a sip of the wine in the glass, and the faint pungency immediately occupied his taste buds.

However, the mellow taste after the spiciness is unforgettable.

Just as Leon was enjoying his leisure time silently, suddenly, his ears moved slightly and he heard a slight sound of footsteps.

His keen perception told him that someone seemed to be approaching him behind him.

Guessing from the strength of his steps, the amplitude of his steps, and the frequency of his breathing, this is a boy between a child and a teenager.

Before Leon could turn around, a young boy's voice came from behind him:

"You're the one who saved my father, aren't you?"