I Have A Good Opinion In Marvel

Chapter 10

“cheers!”

As the two glasses collided, there was a sound of “clang”.

In a noisy bar, Lyon and Barton, sitting in the corner, are enjoying their leisure time after get off work.

The dim light reflected on Leon’s young and handsome face, adding a bit of confusion to him.

If it weren’t for the unsmiling man, Barton, sitting opposite him, many hot girls in the bar would definitely hold their glasses, twist their enchanting waists, and sit next to Leon. . .

However, the provocative gaze cast from afar from time to time still made the “Hawkeye” watching Liulu notice the charm of his own subordinate.

Watching Lyon sip off the whiskey in his glass, Barton also shined, “It looks like you have a good drink…”

“It’s okay. I used to drink more beer when I was in the military academy. Since I joined the Rangers, my taste has changed.”

After speaking, Leon also picked up the wine bottle, poured wine on the two empty glasses.

Looking at the young man in front of him, Clint Barton felt an inexplicable intimacy.

Although the two have known each other for less than 24 hours, but because of Phil Coulson’s relationship, as well as the calm attitude shown in the mission and the skill of Fighting Ability, Clint Barton wanted to know Lyon in depth. idea.

Especially seeing the other person drinking, it made Clint Barton, a restrained guy who doesn’t like to express his emotions, spontaneously a feeling of meeting a confidant.

“I’ve seen your file. With your SAT scores, you can be admitted to any higher education institution in the United States, but why did you go to a military school?” Clint Barton asked casually while touching the rim of the cup.

Hearing this question, Leon was somewhat wary.

This question is difficult to answer. . .

He can’t say that he is a soul that has crossed from another world; and he also knows that this is a dangerous world where superhero walks all over the floor and aliens invade at every turn; in order to protect himself, he has to do everything possible to strengthen Its own combat power. . .

Fortunately, he knew that once he entered the huge intelligence agency of S.H.I.E.L.D, he would definitely be targeted by HYDRA and the bald one-eyed dragon of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Therefore, he has also prepared a set of excuses for all kinds of questions that may be asked.

“Oh, speaking of it, it’s because of Uncle Phil.”

“Phil?” Clint Barton was curious, “Phil asked you to go to military school?”

“No.” Leon waved his hand and explained: “You know, Uncle Phil is a big fan of Captain America, and the walls of the house are filled with Captain America posters.”

“And I only have a family like him. Under the influence of my ears and eyes, I naturally became interested in the army in his mouth…”

“So that’s the case.” Clint Barton nodded, expressing understanding.

“However, I didn’t expect that I still have some ability in military operations…” Leon smiled and boasted, then picked up the wine glass and drank it.

“Yes, it’s more than just a little ability…” Clint Barton muttered in his heart.

At the age of 17, he was admitted to the famous military academy, Virginia Military Academy, and graduated early in just two years. He became the first graduate in the history of Virginia Military Academy with “excellent” grades in every field!

At the age of 19, he was specially recruited into the Ranger regiment, and he broke the promotion record with the fastest speed and became the youngest deputy company commander.

Now, just entering the first day of S.H.I.E.L.D, I planned and participated in completing a level 5 rescue mission. . .

Such an achievement, even in the S.H.I.E.L.D of the entire elite cluster, is the only one.

Clint Barton was a little surprised at Lyon’s lack of arrogance and lack of discouragement.

Few young people are so calm when they achieve impressive results.

From this point of view, Phil Coulson asked him to take care of Lyon’s tasks, and he could do a lot more easily. . .

Thinking of this, Clint Barton suddenly thought of something, and asked Lyon, “Yes, I heard Phil say that when you were in the Rangers, you were also in the four major unit joint competitions and won the first place in the fighting special. one.”

After speaking, he suddenly looked up and down Leon with the “wretched” gaze like seeing a beautiful woman.

Leon was a little frowned upon by his stare, “Um…what’s the matter?”

“There is a boxing room near here that I know well, let me see your skills!”

“Uh?!”

Before Leon could react, Clint Barton took out a twenty-dollar sheet, patted it on the table, then pulled Leon and walked outside the bar.

The two of them walked out of the bar, and under the darkness of the night, they got on a black Chevrolet Suburban and drove towards Queens in New York.

The location of the boxing room is not far from the bar.

The car only drove for less than ten minutes, and stopped in front of a building that seemed inconspicuous.

Outside the entrance of the building, there is an old LED sign.

Seeing the words on the signboard, Lyon also couldn’t help saying: “Meyer Boxing Club?”

“This is a boxing club run by a friend of mine.” After a little explanation, Clint Barton walked into the building alone.

Leon looked at Hawkeye’s back, shrugged, and followed into the building.

Following Hawkeye, who was familiar with the road, the two arrived on the third floor, where the boxing club was located.

What’s interesting is that the club’s door is tightly locked. Moreover, it was dark inside, not as if it was a normal business.

“Huh? Didn’t open the door today?” Leon turned his head and asked Clint Barton.

However, Clint Barton did not answer him, but bent down, lifted the carpet in front of the door, and took out a key.

“Eh?!” Seeing all this in front of him, Leon was a little confused, “How do you know there is a key?”

Clint Barton opened the door with the key, and explained: “When it is closed, it is my personal time.”

“I see…”

Enter the club, turn on the lights, and the entire boxing room is illuminated by the lights.

The three boxing arenas are triangular in shape and distributed throughout the space.

At a glance at Lyon, the entire club covers an area of ​​at least two hundred square meters.

Before he habitually figured out the entire terrain and escape route, Clint Barton took off his coat, only wearing a gray vest, and couldn’t wait to board one of the biggest arenas.

“Why are you still standing there? Come on stage!”