I Have a Good Impression on Marvel

"do you have time at night?"

Hearing these words in his ears, Leon, who was sitting at his desk and looking at the quarterly financial documents, couldn't help but sigh.

Putting down the document, he slowly raised his head, and what caught his eye was Ophelia's charming and smiling face.

Seeing that the other party didn't seem to be fake, Leon raised his brows slightly, and then smiled:

"Are you dating me?"

"Yeah, can't you?"

While speaking, Ophelia unwittingly took a half step forward, crossed the desk, and leaned forward a little.

"By the way, it seems that there is no rule in the company saying that the secretary can't ask the boss out..."

In the huge president's office, there are only Leon and Ophelia.

Perhaps it is precisely because of this that she is so bold and direct...

A faint fragrance floated through his nose, and Leon's eyes swept across the opponent's chest, leaving only a faint hint of spring.

This goblin, knowing that the white shirt she wears is a bit see-through, deliberately wears black lace...

While muttering in his heart, Leon had a calm expression of "brother is a gentleman", and replied casually:

"Certainly, the company does not restrict employees' private personal lives."

A smile flashed through her green eyes, and Ophelia's mouth was slightly upturned, as if she was holding the victory:

"Then let's see you at the same place at eight tonight?"

"Can."

"See you tonight..."

Watching Ophelia step on the red high heels and leave the office swaying, Leon's soft eyes suddenly changed, becoming a lot sharper.

The smile on his face gradually converged.

Ophelia's invitation seems to be ordinary, but it has a hidden mystery.

Although Leon and Ophelia are in the Nirvana company, they are in a subordinate relationship. However, outside of work, the two are friends and lovers.

It's okay to make an appointment, it's not a very strange thing.

However, the premise is that Ophelia is an ordinary person...

Don't forget, this blond is not an ordinary secretary, but one of the leaders of Hydra!

She lurked beside Leon for some ulterior motive.

Especially at this juncture, Ophelia suddenly asked herself out, and Leon thought something was wrong.

You know, a month later, the insight program will be officially launched.

At this time, Hydra, wishing Leon would not mind his own business, why would he take the initiative to come up with something to attract his attention?

Thinking of this, Leon frowned, and a thought suddenly popped into his mind:

Could it be that Ophelia finally doesn't want to continue acting, and wants to lead herself into a trap, so that the killer of Hydra can kill herself?

possible.

However, according to the logical inference just now, it is unlikely.

After thinking about it, Leon felt that only by being invited to make a choice could he find out the truth.

Turning around and looking up at the scorching sun in the sky, Leon involuntarily narrowed his eyes and whispered:

"Night, I hope it will come soon..."

. . . . . .

As the sun sets in the west, night soon falls on New York, casting a veil of mystery over the metropolis.

Located in Upper Manhattan, outside a French restaurant called "Lesdel'ange".

"Mr. Coulson, good evening."

Nodding with the two stout men in suits who were guarding the door, Leon adjusted the cuffs of his suit a little, then pushed open the door and walked into the restaurant.

Leon, who had just walked in through the door, looked around and immediately noticed something was wrong.

In the entire restaurant, except for a blond elf sitting on a table in the center of the hall, there is no one else.

It's lunch time, and it's very popular here

Don't ask, all of this is Ophelia's fault.

Soldiers will come to block, water will come to cover, I want to see, what are you trying to do...

thinking so,

Leon stretched his long legs, came to the dining table, pulled out the seat, and sat down.

"You came…"

Looking up and down Ophelia's outfit, Leon's eyes couldn't help but flash a hint of surprise.

I have to say, Ophelia has a charm that makes men unable to look away.

It's not just her perfect appearance and figure, it's more like the charm radiating from the inside, the mysterious power that makes men follow everything, just like a poppy flower, both beautiful and deadly!

Whether it is an ordinary white shirt with a hip-packed skirt, or this light green embroidered cheongsam, as long as it is worn on her body, it can show a different beauty.

Cheering up, Leon took out a cigarette from the cigarette case and joked:

"I asked me to dress more formally, and even wrapped up the whole restaurant. People who didn't know, thought you were going to propose to me..."

Hearing this, Ophelia just smiled and did not answer.

She just watched Leon quietly, lit the cigarette at her fingertips, put it in her mouth, and finally exhaled a faint mist.

Silence seems to be the only communication between the two at this moment.

Taking a deep breath, and letting the mist slowly spit out from his nostrils, Leon casually placed half of the cigarettes remaining on the ashtray, and said meaningfully:

"Tell me, you are so serious, there must be something you want to tell me."

As soon as he finished speaking, Leon's blue eyes met Ophelia's green eyes.

After staring at each other for a while, Ophelia was the first to lose.

"you are the first…"

The unintelligible words made Leon a little surprised and could not help asking:

"What first?"

I saw Ophelia leaning forward slightly, resting her elbows on the dining table, holding her chin, looking at Leon quietly as if she was watching a loved one.

However, the next second, from those seductive red lips, there were chilling words:

"The first man I'm reluctant to kill!"

Hearing this, Leon's brows couldn't help but wrinkle, and in just a moment, he stretched out again.

"Haha, then I'm really honored..."

After he finished speaking, he bowed slightly and gave Ophelia a European gentleman's salute.

Speaking of which, Leon is almost certain that Ophelia's next words are either "Do it!"

However, just as he secretly tightened his muscles and prepared to deal with the enemy's attack, Ophelia's next words were beyond his expectations:

"You should have heard the name Hydra, right? Agent Leon..."

Hearing Ophelia calling out his identity, Leon was stunned for a moment, then shrugged and replied:

"Of course, the mad science organization founded by NZ during World War II was defeated by Captain America and the S.H.I.E.L.D. predecessor, the Science Strategy Corps, and has disappeared into the long river of history..."

Hearing this, Ophelia smiled disdainfully, lightly opened her red lips, and said:

"Actually, they did not die out, but lurked deeply..."

"And I am a member of Hydra!"

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