I Have a Good Impression on Marvel

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Along with the roar of a car engine, a black lightning flashed by on the interstate highway.

A dark Lamborghini sports car, crossing the road, but also through the country lanes, and finally came to the outskirts of the city.

"parking!"

At this time, a heavily guarded outpost that blocked the road blocked Lamborghini's way.

Several well-equipped soldiers in black, who didn't look easy to mess with, reacted subconsciously to this uninvited guest.

I saw the guns in their hands, with the muzzle faintly upward, as if they were ready to shoot at any time.

At this moment, Lamborghini's window slowly lowered.

A tall soldier who looked like a small leader stretched out his hand to block the car and said solemnly:

"Sorry, this is a government-controlled area, and idlers are not allowed to enter."

Hearing this sentence, the owner of the black Lamborghini did not choose to retreat, but continued to keep the engine running and stopped in place.

Just when the soldiers thought that the other party was looking for trouble, the Lamborghini's window began to slowly lower.

In the slightly tense atmosphere, a handsome young face came into view.

"Hey Dave, it's me!"

The man sitting in the cab with both hands on the steering wheel, who else is there except Leon!

Apparently, the head guard recognized the visitor as well.

After all, this is the only visitor to this area for the past few weeks…

"Sir?!"

The leader of the soldiers who recognized Leon, immediately saluted Leon in the car, then turned his head and ordered several other soldiers:

"Disarm!"

Some tense atmosphere, suddenly swept away.

Smiling at the soldier leader, Leon raised his eyebrows, and then said:

"Do you mind letting me in?"

"Let go!"

As soon as the voice fell, the barrier in front of the outpost slowly rose.

"Thanks."

Closing the window, Leon stepped on the accelerator, drove the sports car, crossed the outpost, and continued to drive forward.

After driving for hundreds of meters along the trail, the car finally arrived at its destination.

A large building complex covering a wide area, with gray exterior walls, exudes an unspeakable atmosphere, and looks like a secret base for conducting various experiments.

However, Leon, who got out of the car, knew that this was not a secret base, but a prison.

A prison holding the Maximov twins!

. . . . . .

"Hahaha, you lost again!"

In a building in the center of the complex, an excited shout suddenly came.

In the spacious living room, Wanda and Pietro, who were wearing home clothes, were sitting in front of the TV, holding game controllers in their hands and rubbing them violently.

Judging from the game screen of two game characters fighting each other on the 50-inch LCD TV,

The two appear to be playing a game called Street Fighter.

However, judging from the puffed-up look on Wanda's face, it was no surprise that she lost to Pietro again.

Trying to resist the urge to drop the gamepad to the ground, Wanda pouted and muttered helplessly:

"Damn it! It's almost..."

However, how could Pietro, who looked proud, give up this good opportunity to defend his brother's status in front of his sister.

What's more, this game, there are stakes...

I saw Pietro with white hair, leaning back, leaning on the sofa, smiling at Wanda who was unhappy, seemingly reminding the actual repair:

"Hehe, if you lose, you lose. Then, tonight's dinner, it's up to you..."

Hearing this, Wanda's eyes rolled around, as if thinking of something, and suddenly said:

"Let's do another round!"

Pietro shrugged with a nonchalant expression, "Okay, what's the bet this time?"

"Whoever loses will be responsible for making dinner and washing dishes!"

Noticing a hint of slyness at the corner of Wanda's mouth, Pietro's expression remained unchanged, but he couldn't help but chuckle inwardly.

He didn't pay attention to the unfairness of the bet, but agreed to his sister's request directly.

"Okay, this time, I'm going to show all my strength!"

Hearing this, Wanda rolled his eyes and immediately complained:

"Cut! It's as if you just let the water out..."

Just as the two were holding the gamepad, gearing up for the next round, an abrupt voice interjected:

"Hey guys, can I join in?"

The sudden voice made the two of them startled and turned their heads to the side in unison.

What caught my eye was Lyon, who was wearing a black jacket and jeans in a casual dress.

He raised the oil paper bag in his hand, and then showed a kind smile to the two of them, saying:

"I brought you some fresh vegetables..."

The two of them breathed a sigh of relief when they saw Leon's familiar face that they saw several times a week.

Immediately afterwards, Pietro, who had reacted, frowned, and immediately protested:

"Please, can you walk with some noise?"

Hearing this, Leon shrugged and said with a smile:

"Perhaps you were too focused on the bet to hear me coming in..."

Compared with Pietro's attitude, Wanda looks much colder.

She just glanced at the oil paper bag in Leon's hand, and then said in a light tone:

"Why are you here again?"

Without waiting for Leon to answer, Pietro, who was beside him, put the gamepad away and said:

"Yeah, why are you here again? Speaking of which, you are a special agent and a famous avenger. Don't you have any mission to maintain peace and save the world, waiting for you to perform?"

Hearing this, Leon shrugged indifferently and replied:

"Unfortunately, watching over you is my first task recently. As for the tasks you mentioned, naturally someone will do it."

"Watch it? Another meaning of surveillance?" Wanda sneered.

While putting the oil paper bag on the open kitchen table aside, Leon replied, "Whatever you think."

Hearing this answer, Wanda couldn't help but pouted, and secretly said in his heart: This nasty guy...

Back in the living room again, Leon sat down on the sofa, looked down at the watch on his wrist, and then looked up and asked:

"There are still two hours. It's time for dinner. Have you decided who will cook tonight?"

Hearing this, Wanda, who was originally unhappy, seemed to have thought of something, and asked a little surprised:

"Don't you think about eating here again?!"

"Since I've come here, of course I'll have dinner here before going back. By the way, Wanda, the cream of mushroom soup you made last time was delicious..."

Listening to Leon's words, Wanda felt helpless in his heart, and could only stare at Leon's handsome face, eager to give him a punch.

This shameless guy!

You know, not long ago, he personally sent them to this "prison", but this cheeky guy in front of him!

Even now, strictly speaking, he is the enemy of the two.

If it weren't for him, the two brothers and sisters wouldn't be under house arrest in this place...

And now, he is still thinking about eating and drinking? !

Such thoughts were only fleeting in Wanda's mind.

After all, in the past few weeks, Lyon has proved with his actual behavior that he is on the side of Wanda.

The Maximov twins who calmed down naturally understood that the reason why they were not detained in the dark prison, but only under house arrest, was entirely because Leon had said good things for the two of them.

Although the reason for this is not clear. However, the Maximov twins also gradually accepted Lyon's kindness...

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