I Have a Good Impression on Marvel

"Your Excellency, the establishment of the charity fund has come to an end. We plan to allocate 100 million US dollars as the first batch of charitable funds. What do you think?"

"You can make up your mind about these. The most important thing is to make sure that these beneficiaries understand our intentions."

Regarding the word "mind", Lyon's tone was obviously aggravated.

Hearing this, the blogger was taken aback for a moment, then nodded, and said solemnly: "Don't worry, I will send someone to follow up."

"Um…"

In the huge study room, Leon, who was sitting in the chair, looked up and glanced at the blogger who stood straight in front of him, but kept his head slightly down. He couldn't help but twitch at the corner of his mouth, and continued to ask:

"How is the progress on the damage control company?"

It seemed that a blogger who had been prepared for a long time replied immediately: "It's very smooth, and if nothing happens, you will soon be able to obtain permission from the relevant government department."

"That's good. Once you get permission, immediately cooperate with Stark Industries to clean up alien objects. Especially the corpses and body tissues of these aliens. We have to study them in depth to see the genes of these guys. Can we develop more useful drugs..."

…

After giving orders, Botu left with a wave of Leon's big hand.

In fact, bloggers do not need to come to the door personally to report on these matters, and they can send a group of high-level officials to come.

However, he still came...

Leon knows that this is a way for bloggers to show loyalty to him.

Perhaps, in the eyes of the blogger, Lyon's strength in all aspects made him willingly obey Lyon...

Surrendering to the feet of the strong is not a way of survival.

This is the blood lesson learned by the bloggers from the dead Mrs. Gao, Suwanda and others.

After all, this man with a young face is not a good man...

Not long after Botu left, Leon was just about to sneak into the basement and continue to add bricks to his mysterious plan. At this moment, an unexpected guest came to the door!

"Mr. Colson, this is Granger. There is a Mr. Grant Ward at the door. I want to see you, please..."

Hearing the words of the manor security guard, Leon's figure couldn't help but a thought came to his mind:

Ward? Why is he here?

After lowering his head and thinking for a moment, Leon guessed about Ward's intentions, and then said:

"Let him in."

"OK."

. . .

Five minutes later, Leon met the best double agent of Marvel, Grant Ward, in the living room on the first floor.

The tall and straight figure, the slightly melancholy eyes, and the tightly pressed corners of the mouth all fully interpret an independent and special character that lingers on the edge of the individual and the collective.

For Leon, who already knew that Ward was a Hydra, he sympathized with Ward very much and understood why he became that way.

It is not unexpected that a cowardly boy who grew up in an unfortunate family environment became an excellent double agent under the training of John Garrett, an ambitious Hydra.

People's growth is largely due to the surrounding environment and the guidance of guides.

Undoubtedly, John Garrett's influence on Ward was more profound than his later team members, Coulson, Fitz, and others imagined.

However, Ward is more pure than those who are loyal to the Hydra organization, only loyal to John Garrett.

Everything he did was obeyed John Garrett’s orders...

Looking at Ward, who was somewhat surprised on his face looking around, Leon smiled slightly, pointed his finger at the sofa, and greeted:

"You're welcome, just sit down. What to drink?"

"It will be all right."

Taking advantage of the situation, he took a seat on the one-person sofa. From his sitting posture and turning eyes, it can be seen that Ward was a little restrained.

After a while, Leon, holding two glasses of whiskey from the kitchen, returned to the living room again.

"Don't you have to go on a mission today? Why come and find me so free?"

The relationship between Lyon and Ward seems to have improved a lot from the last brief glimpse at the Sky Mothership.

From the "favorite degree: enthusiasm" on the top of Ward's head, it can be seen...

"Oh, after the Battle of New York, the Director gave all the agents on the mothership two days off..."

"Coleson told me that you moved, but I didn't expect you to move to Long Island..."

"Oh, the previous apartment was a bit too small, so..."

…

After a few routine greetings, Leon quietly put down the coffee table with a "clang" with the wine glass in his hand, and suddenly asked:

"By the way, you came here today, not to visit my new home?"

Facing Leon's cold eyes that seemed to see through his heart, Ward trembled in his heart and did not immediately answer, but took a sip of the whiskey in his glass, trying to calm the restless emotions.

After pondering for a moment, Ward, who had been brewing in his heart for a long time, finally said the reason for his visit:

"I came today to thank you."

"thank?"

"Yes, last time on the Sky Mothership..."

As Leon guessed ~www.NovelMTL.com~ Ward came to thank you for saving him on the Sky Mothership last time.

Of course, it is not known whether there is any instruction from John Garrett behind this.

After thinking about it in his mind, Leon waved his hand indifferently and interrupted Ward:

"If this is the case, you don't actually have to come to the door yourself. In that case, I just did what every S.H.I. Did it, didn't it?"

Ward was stunned by this implied sentence, and immediately asked himself in his mind:

Will I?

Regrettably, he could not immediately choose one of the two choices of "will" and "no".

After hesitating, Ward did not answer directly, but said in a deep magnetic voice:

"Anyway, I owe you once..."

Hearing that, Leon raised his brows, spread his hands, and shrugged: "Whatever you want..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Leon picked up the whiskey on the coffee table again, as if talking to himself:

"Do you know? In fact, from a certain perspective, we are very similar."

"I joined S.H.I.E.L.D. because of an uncle who has worked for S.H.I.E.L.D. for many years. And you have a supervisor who is very considerate of you..."

Hearing Leon's meaningful words, the light in Ward's eyes flashed by.

"However, I believe that you, like me, voluntarily joined S.H.I.E.L.D.E.L.D. in order to protect the world and contribute your own strength..."

"Yes?"

Looking at the wine glass that was paused in the air, Ward hesitated for a while before taking up the whiskey in his hand and touching it.

"Hey!" Ward's voice followed:

"certainly!"