I Have a Good Impression on Marvel

The news of the failed assassination reached Pierce's ears immediately.

Pierce, who was after a meeting with the World Security Council, immediately left the Trident headquarters and came to an underground base of Hydra in Brooklyn...

This is a sealed room transformed from an underground vault.

In the center of the room, there is a relatively special surgical chair. Behind the operating chair is a ring-shaped device that looks a little weird.

On both sides, there are related life detection instruments and computer equipment.

Barnes, who had just escaped from Leon's hands, had his upper body exposed, his hands drooping, and he sat there with an expressionless face.

Not far away, Pierce, in a suit and leather shoes, looked at the motionless Barnes while listening to the bald brother's report.

"As we know, the target possesses extremely powerful superpowers..."

"The effect of the bullet, on him, didn't have much effect..."

"We need stronger..."

. . .

At this time, Pierce, who had been silent for a long time, raised his hand suddenly and interrupted the bald brother's continued report.

"I see."

As soon as he finished speaking, he paced in front of Barnes and said solemnly:

"Mission report!"

As if receiving an irresistible order, Barnes, who didn't say a word, immediately opened his mouth, like a robot, and replied:

"December 22, 2009, Long Island, New York..."

The entire process of fighting Leon was fully revealed by Barnes in extremely detailed words.

After listening to the report, Pierce's inner heaviness deepened a bit.

The threat of this man, Leon Coulson, has far exceeded his, and even the entire Hydra's imagination.

He couldn't help but wonder, wouldn't it be better if he killed this man in the cradle when he first discovered his existence?

There is no answer to this question, just like time cannot repeat itself...

Suppressing a trace of unease in his heart, Pierce turned his head, looked at the medical staff beside him, and ordered:

"Brainwash him, freeze him again, and wait for the next mission."

"Yes, sir!"

When he came to his subordinates, Pierce asked while tidying up the corners of his clothes:

"Jasper, those people, don't leave tails?"

Hearing this, the bald brother couldn't help but stunned for a moment, and then hurriedly replied:

"Don't worry, I have triggered the Winter Soldier's suicide mode before the action. Once they are caught, they will kill themselves and never reveal the slightest information. As for those mercenaries, they have no idea who hired them. Who…"

"That's good…"

Nodding invisibly, Pierce walked out of the room, leaving only the suppressed growl from Barnes' mouth, echoing throughout the underground base...

. . . . . .

As promised by the bald brother, Leon did not obtain any useful information from those assassins.

However, Lyon was not frustrated by this.

Anyway, from the moment he saw Barnes, he knew that the culprit behind the assassination was Hydra.

As for the rest, it doesn't matter at all...

After making a phone call and asking the professionals from S.H.I.E.L.D. to come over to clean up the mess, Leon waited, but it was Fury's adjutant, Gao Leng's sister Maria Hill.

"What the hell is going on here?"

Stepping down from a black Chevrolet Suburban and looking at the messy scene, Hill's face was somewhat surprised.

Leon shrugged and replied lightly: "It's nothing, it's just a road party..."

Looking at the cracked ground and the sports car that was smashed into a scrap of iron, Hill couldn't help frowning slightly, and said solemnly:

"You should know that the assassination of a senior SHIELD agent is such a serious problem..."

"I'm fine, don't be so nervous,

Maybe it's just a group of mice hiding in the sewers, coming out to bask in the sun..."

Hearing this, Hill couldn't help but move in his heart and said in a meaningful way:

"Listening to you, you seem to know who's hand is on you?"

Leon spread his hands, showing an innocent look, and said, "How would I know, you know me, I am good to others, except for friends, I am a good friend, and I will not enmity with others..."

Curling his lips, Hill resisted the urge to give someone a roll of eyes, and then said:

"In the case of Rumlow before, the murderer has not been found out. It's your turn so soon... It seems that there seems to be a force that has targeted the senior agents of S.H.I.E.L.D."

"It's possible! I think you have to be careful, after all, you know so many secrets of Fury, who knows if they will target you..."

After chatting with Hill for a while, Leon remembered his agreement with Mr. Pym.

"By the way, I still have something to deal with, so I'll go first. As for the report, I'll turn it in later..."

When Hill came back to his senses, Leon had already got into a Chevrolet that was requisitioned at random and drove towards the airport...

. . .

The night was hazy, the crescent moon was in the clouds and mist, showing half of his face slightly, as if he was peeking at the prosperity of the world.

If you look down from the night sky of New York, you can deeply feel the infinite charm of this international metropolis.

Thousands of feet in the air, Leon sat in the cab of the Nightwing fighter, looking through the window, looking at the radiance below, the surprise in his eyes could not help but flash away.

With such a beautiful night view, who would have the heart to let it all turn into nothingness?

"Maybe, that's why superheroes work hard for it..."

In a whisper, Leon flew into a private factory in Queens with the Nightwing fighter that had already entered a stealth state.

After half an hour...

Back in Lyon in the villa, I came to the study with ease, and pressed a few notes rhythmically on the keys of the piano.

The next moment, with a slight "click!", the huge bookshelf on the right side of Leon moved half a meter to the left, and then a secret door popped up.

Follow the winding stairs to the basement.

The footsteps of "da", "da" and "da" echoed in the empty basement, which was particularly clear.

The lighting system with voice-activated technology, with the arrival of Lyon, illuminates the entire space brightly.

When I came to the computer that never stopped running for 24 hours, I pressed a key on the keyboard, and the ground not far away began to slowly raise a rectangular transparent box.

Inside the box was a pure black armor and a helmet with two pointed horns.

Coming to the box, like stroking a lover, stroking the lines on the armor, Leon's mouth raised slightly, and he couldn't help showing a meaningful smile:

"Dude, it's your turn to appear..."