I Have A Good Opinion In Marvel

Chapter 502

When Ward returned to the bar, Sky didn’t notice his expression. It was a little different than before, just casually joked:

“Hey, I thought you sneaked away…”

“Uh?”

Ward was taken aback for a moment, and then pretended to be calm and said: “Oh, I just answered a call, so… By the way, I’m in a bit of a hurry, and I might have to take a step first.”

“Ah? You don’t want to leave me alone, do you? You asked a girl out, and then took a step first, it seemed like…”

Before Skye could finish speaking, Ward interrupted her:

“Sorry, I count on drinking next time.”

Leaving that word aside, Ward hurriedly walked to the bar door, leaving only Skye with a bewildered look.

As he watched Ward leave, Skye couldn’t help but mutter to himself:

“Am I being put the pigeon in person?”

. . .

When he walked out of the bar, a blast of cold wind blew his face, causing Ward’s slightly drunken brain to wake up suddenly.

Shaking his head, Ward took his long legs and strode towards the black Audi parked not far away.

Booming…

With a deep engine sound, the car slowly headed north.

Sitting in the driver’s seat, holding the steering wheel with both hands, Ward’s thoughts have already drifted into the distance.

. . .

Time to go back a few minutes ago…

“Ward, we need to talk.”

Hearing a male voice on the other end of the phone, Ward couldn’t help asking:

“Who are you?”

“This is Sitwell, where are you now?”

Hearing the other party’s name, combined with the familiar voice, Ward was taken aback for a moment, and then asked tentatively:

“Sir, I am a little inconvenient now…”

Before Ward could finish, the other party immediately said:

“HailHydra!”

Hearing this slogan, Ward subconsciously raised his brows, and then responded:

“HailHydra!”

After finishing the slogan, Sitwell on the other end of the phone said in a commanding tone: “Agent Ward, I need you to go to XX Street XX on Broadway Avenue now. I have a task to hand it to you.”

“receive…”

drop! ! !

A harsh car flute awakened Ward from his memories.

Seeing the green traffic lights ahead and the car behind the rearview mirror that was honking his horn, Ward couldn’t help but step on the accelerator lightly, and continue to drive forward…

. . .

Along Broadway, all the way north, Ward’s black Audi finally stopped in front of a private building.

Looking up at this brightly lit building, Ward frowned slightly, then pushed open the door and walked into the hall.

Standing at the front desk is a blonde.

Before Ward could ask, the other party smiled and said first:

“Mr. Ward, Mr. Sitwell is already waiting for you up there. You can just take the VIP elevator over there and you can see him.”

Following the instructions of the other party, Ward got on the VIP elevator and went straight to the 25th floor.

As soon as the elevator doors were opened, you were greeted by a luxurious suite with simple structure and complete furniture and electrical appliances.

On the sofa in the living room, a brown-haired man was looking at Ward with his legs upright.

At the scene before him, Ward’s expression instantly sterned, and he asked in a deep voice:

“Leon, what’s the matter?”

Facing Ward’s question, Leon did not answer directly, but pointed to the single sofa opposite, and said:

“Don’t worry, sit down and have a drink…”

While talking, he picked up the whiskey on the coffee table and poured half a glass of wine into an empty glass.

Vaguely touching the back waist, trying to resist the intense anxiety in his heart, Ward walked into the living room, sat down on the sofa opposite Leon.

Pushing the glass in Ward’s direction, Leon picked up his glass of wine, shook it, and chuckled:

“You seem surprised. Didn’t you expect to call you, not Sitwell, but me?”

Hearing this, Ward’s eyes changed slightly, and he stretched his hand to his back concealedly, while pretending to say relaxedly: “Sitwell? I don’t know what you are talking about…”

“You definitely know, didn’t you dare to come over after confirming my identity…”

Halfway through, Leon’s voice has become the voice of S.H.I.E.L.D eighth-level agent “Bald Brother” Sitwell!

“HailHydra! Ward agent!”

The voice hasn’t fallen yet, and the sudden change occurs!

I saw Ward’s eyes sharpened, and he yanked out a Glock 18 from his back waist, pointed the muzzle at Leon’s eyebrows, and pulled the trigger!

Bang bang bang!

Three consecutive gunshots came to an abrupt end!

After the gunshots, Ward was as if seeing a ghost, and he was stunned.

The finger on the trigger did not dare to continue pulling it.

Opposite him, Lyon, who was sitting on the sofa, still looked like he was leisurely, with Erlang’s legs tilted up and drinking whiskey.

The only difference is that he vacated his right hand, but clenched his fist tightly.

“It is very impolite to interrupt someone when they are talking, do you know?”

While talking, Leon stretched out his right hand and loosened his clenched fist.

In the next second, from his hand, several squashed Huang Cancan warheads fell on the coffee table, making a crisp sound.

These few sounds also instantly overwhelmed Ward’s courage to continue shooting.

Putting Glock 18 in his hand on the coffee table, Ward stared at Lyon and asked:

“Are you going to kill me?”

“Just because you are from HYDRA? No, I didn’t plan to do this.” After spreading his hands, Leon said: “Besides, if I wanted to kill you, I would have done it long ago…”

In this sentence, Ward immediately caught a very important message: the other party already knew his hidden identity!

However, he asked himself if he played well in normal times, and there were no flaws.

Therefore, Ward hesitation a bit, still asking the biggest doubt in his mind: “How did you know?”

Picking up the whiskey and taking a sip, Leon then said:

“It’s not important. The important thing is that I not only know that you are from HYDRA, but I also know everything about you, definitely, including your direct reports, who the hell are…”

Hearing this, Ward suddenly raised his head, staring at Leon with his eyes, and said in a deep voice:

“I warn you, don’t involve him!”

Ignoring Ward’s verbal threats, Leon just shrugged, stood up, came to Ward’s side, patted him on the shoulder, and said meaningfully:

“It depends on your choice…”

“I have to say, Garrett is so lucky to have such a word from you…”

At this moment, there was a “ding” from the elevator.

“Ha, say Cao Cao, Cao Cao will be there!”

As soon as the voice fell, the elevator door slowly opened, and another HYDRA lurking in S.H.I.E.L.D, John Garrett, walked out with a puzzled expression.

Upon seeing this, Ward’s face changed drastically, and Roar said in shock:

“John?!”