I Have a Good Impression on Marvel

"What are his superpowers?"

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

For Stark's suspicion, Fury was not too surprised.

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 has come into contact with are also destined for him to not be so easily fooled.

"Superpowers", perhaps in the eyes of ordinary people, are just virtual ideas that exist in various works of art.

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

He had consulted his father's previous research materials, knew about the super soldier serum, and heard the story of the superhero Captain America from his father's mouth more than once.

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

However, in the face of his doubts, Fury did not intend to give him the answer.

"I don't know what you're 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 murmur in a low voice, "Who is talking bad about me behind my back?!"

"Leon, what did you say?" Simmons, who was about to come over to measure Leon's bust with a tape measure, asked curiously.

"Oh, nothing, maybe the seasons change, my nose is just a little itchy." Smiling at Simmons, Leon changed the subject: "I'm really sorry, I always come to trouble you..."

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

During the conversation, Simmons, who was wearing a white coat, came to Leon, and told Leon, who was only wearing a close-fitting long sleeve, "Open your arms, I will measure your bust."

"OK."

Before he finished speaking, Leon opened his arms obediently, and let Simmons take a tape measure to measure his bust.

Since they talked to Fitz and Simmons last week about the exclusive battle suit, the scientific duo have been very interested in this matter.

Today, the scientific duo that Lyon was forced to wait for came to the laboratory with a phone call...

After all, making exclusive combat uniforms is not just about finding a piece of bulletproof fabric, and making it into clothes is OK.

After rigorous calculation and measurement, according to the user's chest circumference, shoulder width, waist circumference and other physical data, in order to make the most fitting and most comfortable combat uniform.

Just as Simmons looked at Leon's unconcealed chest muscles and was a little fascinated, suddenly, a ghostly voice sounded behind her:

"You know we have instruments to measure these circumferences, don't you have to measure them by hand?"

Simmons, who was slightly frightened, turned around and saw that Fitz had a stern face and looked at himself quietly.

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

"It's okay, I'll send you the data right away."

After speaking, she turned around, picked up the tablet on the laboratory table, and started to operate.

Looking at Simmons, who was a little guilty, and Fitz, who was obviously jealous, Leon couldn't help laughing inwardly: These two lovely guys...

When he came to Leon, Fitz immediately forgot what happened just now, and his tone was a little envious: "Lion, you are in such a good shape..."

Not only women like muscles, but men are also very concerned about muscles.

"Hey Fitz, if you will,

You can also get in shape through fitness, which will help you a lot. "Looking at Fizz, who was 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 remembered the purpose of Leon here: "By the way, about the material of the clothes, the polymer mixture, plus ten layers of processed mixed materials, how does it sound? "

Hearing this, Leon shrugged and spread his hands: "It sounds very good!"

The [Invulnerability] skill is enough to allow him to resist bullet or explosion damage in battle.

The purpose of asking Fitz and Simmons to customize their battle suits is not to strengthen their defenses and protect themselves from various injuries.

The purpose of this is more for beauty and style.

So it doesn't matter to Lyon that the materials used in the clothes provide or not provide the most advanced ballistic protection.

Most importantly, be handsome!

Once the data was measured, Leon was forced out of the lab without waiting for the scientific duo who wanted to get to work.

The next day, Leon got his own battle suit...

A set of uniforms of SHIELD agents, somewhat similar to black clothing.

Looking at Leon, who was wearing a black battle uniform, with a heroic appearance, the words "satisfaction" were written on the faces of both Fitz and Simmons.

"In addition to being able to withstand the shooting of 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, there is a micro signal device on the cuff."

"As long as you activate it, the S.H.I.E.L.D. communication channel within a radius of 100 kilometers will receive your location!"

Looking at the mirror in the laboratory a few times, Leon felt that this shape was very agreeable.

"Your craftsmanship is really good! I like it very much!"

"As long as you like it..."

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

at the same time…

New York, Hell's Kitchen.

Under the darkness of night, on the top floor of a towering and majestic building, a meeting is going on in the hands and the meeting.

The five fingers of the hand and the meeting, Mrs. Gao, Murakami, Hakuto, Sowanda, and the leader Alexandra, all sat around a pure white round table with serious expressions.

Suddenly, Alexandra, sitting in the center, asked aloud:

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

Hearing this, Murakami, Sowanda, and Bo Tu all looked at Mrs. Gao, who frowned.

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

"Expand search to all of New York!"

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

"There is only one end to those who dare to go against our hands and will..."

"die!"