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"It's really good!"

"Welcome!"

Looking at Skye and Simmons hugging each other excitedly, and Fitz smiling at the same time, Leon also raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a faint smile.

Yes, Skye finally accepted Coulson's proposal.

When Coulson announced in front of everyone that Skye would join the team as an advisor, everyone's reactions were very different.

Simmons and Fitz were very happy.

After all, Skye is about the same age as the two of them, has a friendly and lively personality, and likes to joke around. Compared to Ward and Melinda May who always have a straight face, Skye is much better...

Melinda May, who was the driver, did not protest in front of everyone.

However, from the slight frown on her face, we could tell that she didn't agree with having another child on the plane who couldn't fight.

As for Ward, who was most likely to protest, it might be because Skye helped him escape from the underground base before; or it might be because Leon was present and did not complain in public.

However, judging from his constipated expression, Lyon felt that Colson's dream team still needed some time to get along.

Of course, these things have nothing to do with him...

When "" arrived in the City of Angels, California, Leon said goodbye to everyone.

"Are you leaving so soon? Do you have another mission?"

Faced with Simmons' question, Lyon shrugged with a relaxed expression:

"That's not true. I have some personal matters to deal with, so..."

"Well, let's see you next time."

After saying goodbye to the scientific duo, Leon came to Ward, patted him on the shoulder, and said seriously:

"Hey! Brother, protect them..."

Ward was stunned for a moment, and for some reason, he suddenly felt a heavy weight on his shoulders.

A strong sense of mission suddenly surged into his heart, causing him to look solemn and nodded.

"And you, Skye!"

When he heard Leon suddenly calling his name, Skye couldn't help but be startled and looked at him blankly.

"I hope that when we meet next time, your view of SHIELD will have changed."

The meaningful words, coupled with the extremely warm smile, made Skye smile and replied softly:

"Will do…"

After bidding farewell to everyone one by one, Leon, who had completed his support mission, came gently like a breeze, waving his hand without taking away a single cloud.

. . . . . .

Lincoln, Nebraska.

Lyon, who had just said goodbye to Colson and others, arrived at a private industrial factory in the suburbs.

And waiting for him there was an "old friend"...

Different from the tranquility outside, a large factory area was bustling with people.

Scientific research equipment can be seen everywhere, researchers are rushing around, and the entire factory area is like a secret large hangar.

The most eye-catching thing in the entire factory area is not the scientific researchers coming and going, nor the expensive equipment, but parked quietly in the center, a huge, dark, and futuristic fighter plane!

This is a new fighter aircraft with a completely different shape from any other fighter aircraft in the world.

From the appearance, this fighter plane looks like a swallow soaring in the sky.

Hank Pym, dressed in a white coat, and several scientific researchers also wearing white coats, stood next to the fighter plane, pointing at the fighter plane in front of them.

"In order to avoid insufficient power of the turbine engine, an injection device should be installed at the bottom of the fuselage..."

"Also, reflective technology..."

At this moment, a sudden voice came from behind:

"It looks exactly like what I imagined..."

Hearing this, Hank Pym couldn't help but froze, then waved away the scientific researchers beside him, and then turned around.

What caught his eye was Leon's bright smiling face.

Seeing him, Hank Pym said angrily: "Why are you here? Are you here to rush me?"

Hearing this, Leon waved his hand quickly and denied it strongly: "Hank, how dare I rush you... I just came over to take a look and express my condolences to you."

Then, as if by magic, Leon took out a completely transparent bottle of wine from behind, with a brand logo printed on the bottle that read "Havana Club", and waved it to Hank Pym.

"This is the Havana Club white rum personally brewed by the chief brewer, Don Jones Silva. Don't you want to try it?"

Seeing this bottle of wine, Mr. Pim's eyes couldn't help but light up, and his expression suddenly became much clearer.

"Hmph! I guess you are wise..."

After laughing and scolding, Hank Pym immediately turned around, waved his hand, and shouted:

"Take an hour's rest!"

When all the engineers and scientific researchers left, only Hank Pym and Leon were left in the entire hangar.

After opening the white rum that Lyon had brought, he took out two goblets and poured a glass for each of them. Leon, who was holding the wine glass, couldn't wait to ask:

"Hank, how's it going?"

Dr. Pym, who seemed to have expected Leon to ask this question, did not answer immediately. Instead, he sipped the rum in the glass, closed his eyes, and tasted it carefully before saying slowly:

"It's all going great."

"Then when can the test flight be carried out?" Leon continued to ask.

"If it's quick, it should be in a month; if it's slow, it should be two months."

Holding the goblet, Leon had no intention of tasting the wine in the glass. All his attention was focused on the huge fighter plane.

After walking around the fighter plane, Leon returned to Hank Pym's side again.

As if he noticed the satisfaction in Leon's eyes, Dr. Pim smiled slightly, and then asked: "Are you satisfied with this big guy?"

"Are you joking?!"

Leon spread his hands and looked like he was reacting greatly, with an exaggerated tone: "I couldn't be more satisfied!"

"You know, this was built especially for me by the famous Hank Pym. Who else has such an honor?!"

"Strictly speaking, I didn't build it for you, but you came to me and asked me to help you."

"Hey, it's all the same, don't worry about these small details..."

...

Seeing Leon's funny look, the wrinkles on Mr. Pim's face deepened even more.

For some reason, Dr. Pim always felt relaxed and at ease when getting along with Lyon, a young man who was several years older than him, as if two friends were communicating.

Perhaps, this is the so-called friendship...

At this time, Leon's voice sounded in his ears again:

"By the way, does it have a name?"

Hearing this, Dr. Pim couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and said solemnly: "Of course!"

"Oh, what's it called?"

"Nightwing!"