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Chapter 18 Osborn’s Invitation

Soon after joining S.H.I.E.L.D, the rookie Lyon naturally does not have the power to act alone like Hawkeye.

However, even so, his life was extremely “fulfilling”

I don’t know if it was Fury’s arrangement, in order to familiarize him with the special professional job of agent as soon as possible. . .

In the next two months, Lyon basically did not stop for a moment, and followed Hawkeye all day to fly around the world, performing various tasks.

Infiltrating, collecting intelligence, seizing documents, killing terrorists, etc., all belong to the scope of the agent’s work, he did it all.

All kinds of tasks brought him not only the understanding of agent work and task experience, but also the considerable experience points that made him smile.

In two months, Lyon gained up to 12,000 points of experience by completing several tasks issued by the system.

And without even thinking about it, he directly used his 10,000 experience to learn another extraordinary skill from “Hawkeye” Clint Barton, [Spell Shot]!

In this way, the skills on his body and the combat power brought to him are enough to make him the second “Hawkeye”!

However, the increase in combat power did not cover up the burden and pressure brought to him due to continuous tasks.

Especially when he came back from the warlord’s melee in the Middle East, that heavy feeling has always been with him, and it can’t be dissipated for a long time.

The faces crying in the flames of war caused him to ask himself: Does everything he has done help the world in any way?

he does not know.

He only knew that he needed a little time to stop and adjust his mentality.

No, Lyon, who had just returned from the other end of the world after completing his mission, was sitting in the driver’s seat while driving the Quin Jet, and while sitting in the fighter plane, wiping all kinds of arrows with Hawkeye, started a grievance:

“Boss, do we have holidays for our job?”

Hearing Lyon’s thirteenth question, Clint Barton did not look up, while continuing his work, he replied with the same answer for the thirteenth time: “Yes, and no.”

Leon rolled his eyes and said helplessly: “Is there or not? Your answer is equivalent to not answering…”

Not paying attention to Leon’s little emotions, Clint Barton continued to explain to him:

“You also know that this is not our final decision, but a matter for the superiors to weigh. As long as they say that we can take a vacation, then we have a vacation. However, once they say that the world still needs us, the country pays for it. If we need us, we must not leave for half a step.”

“The world needs us, we have to be free! This is the job’s responsibility!”

Bala Bala. . .

The two were born to death and spent two months together. Leon also learned a lot about Clint Barton:

He likes black; he likes to drink tequila; he likes to take pictures of his family from his pocket and stare at him before going to bed. . .

How did you ask Leon to know?

When the two of them were performing lurking missions in the wild, they had never known how many times they slept together. . .

Even the family members who are deeply hidden in their hearts and have never mentioned to outsiders, Clint Barton also revealed some information to Leon.

One can imagine how close the relationship between Leon and him is.

After getting along, Leon accidentally discovered that this buddy who talked a little was a good friend with his Uncle Phil, and it was not unreasonable.

Unlike Phil Coulson’s idealization and lofty belief in his heart, everything Clint Barton does is driven by a strong sense of responsibility.

Whether it is for the country or his family, he is willing to give everything for them.

This may be another important reason why Fury and Phil Coulson placed Lyon under him.

. . . . . .

For long-distance flight, only chat can make time pass faster.

After setting Quin Jet into autopilot mode, Leon also got up from the driver’s seat, stretched his waist, and came to Clint Barton, who was concentrating on wiping the arrow.

“By the way, there is one thing I want to tell you.”

“Say.”

“Two days ago, I suddenly received a call. Guess who called it?” Leon did not immediately say the answer, but closed it.

“Give you a hint, both you and I know…”

Before the mystical Leon finished the prompt, Clint Barton interrupted him directly, “It’s Norman Osborn.”

“Uh?!”

The correct answer caused Leon to be taken aback for a moment, and then asked with a dazed expression: “How do you know it is him?”

Immediately afterwards, he suddenly hugged himself with both hands and looked at Hawkeye in horror, “Could it be that you eavesdropped on my phone?!”

Clint Barton smiled, ignored Lyon’s performance, and continued in a calm tone: “Not only that, I also know that he called you to invite you to his house. To attend his birthday party.”

Leon frowned, feeling that things were not that simple.

However, Clint Barton’s next answer eased his frowning brows a lot—”He also called and invited me, but I refused.”

“In other words, this is just a small reward for repaying us for saving his life last time?”

“It should be.” Clint Barton nodded, agreeing.

“But I remember, I didn’t tell him, what are our names? How did he know that the person who saved him was the two of us?” Leon raised his doubts again.

“Don’t forget, he is the president of the Osborn Group…”

A very meaningful sentence directly made Lyon suddenly realize.

Also, as the leader of the Osborn Group, Norman Osborn’s intelligence sources are spread all over the world and have contacts with the military and ZF.

It is not too simple to check one or two people. . .

At this moment, Leon seemed to suddenly remember something, and looked at Clint Barton suspiciously, “Oh, no! Why did you refuse? This is just a very good opportunity to relax!”

“I have something to do. Besides, I am not at all interested in this kind of capitalist pretentious party.” Clint Barton’s tone seemed to have a hint of disdain.

However, this answer made Lyon even more curious. He continued to ask: “What can you do? Or, what task did Director Nick Fury give you privately?”

Seeing the inquiries in Leon’s eyes, Clint Barton suddenly appeared unnatural on his face, and put down the arrow in the wipe, “No, mainly… Laura is about to give birth, so I want to take a leave of absence. Go back and stay with her for a while…”

“Ah?! Really?! Lola is about to give birth?!!!” The unexpected answer made Leon jump with excitement.

Only he himself knew that the news, like a flawless light, shot directly on his heart that was covered with a layer of slaughter, crying, and death.

Some negative energy disappeared instantly!

“Is it a boy or a girl? What’s his name? Can I take a look at his picture then?” Leon asked hurriedly.

“It’s a boy, his name is Callum…”

In the icy fighter plane, two elite agents who had just finished their missions, just like that, they talked about the child. . .