I have a good impression of Marvel

"What is his superpower"

Stark's question was particularly clear in the empty warehouse.

Fury was not too surprised by Stark's suspicion.

After all, the mustache sitting in front of him is one of the smartest people in the world today.

Moreover, the levels and things that Stark came into contact with meant that he would not be fooled so easily.

"Superpowers" may, in the eyes of ordinary people, just be virtual constructs that exist in various works of art.

However, in Stark's view, it is not something too mysterious.

He had consulted his father's past research materials and knew about the super soldier serum. He had also heard about the deeds of the superhero Captain America from his father more than once.

It's just that he has never seen a real superpower.

However, in the face of his doubts, Fury was not prepared to give him an answer.

"I don't know what you are talking about, but if you have a chance, you can ask him yourself."

A vague answer.

Looking deeply at Fury's unpredictable black face, Stark whispered: "Oh, I will."

While Fury and Stark were talking about Lyon, at the same time, thousands of kilometers away in Washington, Trident headquarters

"Ah"

The sudden sneeze made Leon couldn't help but whisper: "Who is saying bad things about me behind my back?"

"Leon, what did you say?" Simmons asked curiously, holding a tape measure and preparing to measure Leon's bust.

"Oh, it's nothing. Maybe my nose is a little itchy due to the seasonal changes." Smiling at Simmons, Leon changed the subject and said, "I'm really sorry for always bothering you."

"It doesn't matter. Our recent research topic is also related to battle suits anyway. We can just use your data to speed up the progress of the research."

While talking, Simmons, who was wearing a white coat, came to Lyon, and told Lyon, who was only wearing a close-fitting long-sleeved shirt, "Open your arms and I will measure your bust."

"Ok."

Before he finished speaking, Leon obediently opened his arms and let Simmons take the measuring tape to measure his chest circumference.

Ever since they talked to Fitz and Simmons last week about exclusive combat uniforms, the scientific duo have become very focused on this matter.

Today, Leon was summoned to the laboratory by a phone call from the eager scientific duo.

After all, making your own combat uniform is not just about finding a piece of bulletproof fabric and making it into clothes.

It requires rigorous calculations and measurements, based on the user's chest circumference, shoulder width, waist circumference and other body data to create the most fitting and comfortable combat uniform.

Just when Simmons was looking at Leon's unconcealable chest muscles, she was fascinated, suddenly, a ghost-like voice sounded behind her:

"You know we have instruments to measure these circumferences, so we don't need to measure them manually, right?"

Simmons, who was slightly frightened, turned around and found Fitz looking at him quietly with a straight face.

Simmons, who was exposed, smiled awkwardly and quickly covered it up: "My negligence."

"It doesn't matter, I'll send the data to you right away."

After saying that, she turned around, picked up the tablet on the experimental table, and began to operate it.

Looking at Simmons, who was a little guilty, and Fitz, who was obviously jealous, Leon couldn't help but chuckle inwardly: These two cute guys

Arriving in front of Leon, Fitz immediately forgot what happened just now, and said with a little envy in his tone: "Leon, you have such a good figure."

Not only women like muscles, men also pay great attention to muscles.

"Hey, Fitz, if you are willing, you can also get in shape through fitness. It will be very helpful for you." Looking at Fitz, who is half a head shorter than himself, Leon suggested.

"Well" Fitz glanced at Simmons not far away and said hesitantly, "Forget it."

"If I do that, my research time will be reduced. Besides, I'm not a field agent like you. I have to use my body to deal with the enemy."

After talking a lot, Fitz finally remembered Leon's purpose here: "By the way, about the material of the clothes, a polymer mixture, plus ten layers of processed mixed materials, how does it sound?"

Hearing this, Leon shrugged and spread his hands: "Sounds very good."

His invulnerability skill is enough to allow him to withstand damage from bullets or explosions in battle.

The purpose of finding Fitz and Simmons to customize combat uniforms was not to strengthen their defense and protect themselves from all kinds of harm.

The purpose of doing this is more for beauty and style.

Therefore, it doesn’t matter to Lyon whether the materials used in the clothes provide the most advanced ballistic protection or not.

The most important thing is to be handsome

After the data measurement was completed, Leon was driven out of the laboratory by the scientific duo who couldn't wait to start working.

The next day, Leon got his own combat uniform

A set of black clothing that is somewhat similar to the SHIELD agent uniform.

Looking at Leon, who was wearing a black combat uniform and looking heroic, Fitz and Simmons had the word "satisfaction" written all over their faces.

"In addition to being able to withstand nine-millimeter bullets, this combat suit can also simultaneously measure your heart rate, systolic blood pressure, and toxin levels in your body. What's more special is that there is a micro signal device on the cuff."

"As long as you activate it, all SHIELD communication channels within a radius of 100 kilometers will receive your location."

After looking at the mirror in the laboratory a few times, Leon felt that this look was very satisfying.

"Your craftsmanship is really great. I like it very much."

“As long as you like it”

Suddenly, Leon put his arm around the shoulders of the scientific duo and suggested to them with a smile: "I think we should celebrate tonight."

at the same time

New York, Hell's Kitchen.

Under night, on the top floor of a tall and majestic building, the Hand and Society were holding a meeting.

The five fingers of Hand Hehui, Mrs. Gao, Murakami, Botu, Sowanda and the leader Alexandra, all sat around a pure white round table with serious faces.

Suddenly, Alexandra, who was sitting in the middle, asked aloud:

"It's been almost a few months, and you still haven't found any trace of him?"

Hearing this, Murakami, Suowanda and Botu all looked at the frowning Madam Gao.

"Not yet." Looking at the eyes of the other four people, Mrs. Gao paused and continued: "We don't have much information about his origin and identity, only a name."

"Expand search to include all of New York"

With a "bang" sound, Alexandra slammed the table, and then whispered in a cold tone:

"Those who dare to fight against us will have only one end."

"die"