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"Boom boom..."

Under the night, the sound of speeding motorcycles was particularly harsh.

With the restless sound of the engine, it stopped suddenly. Leon finally ended his long journey of several hours, returned to New York from Washington, and returned to the downstairs of his apartment.

He pushed his silver Yamaha fz6n into the garage, threw it away, and accurately hung the car key on the hook on the wall.

Shoes made a squeaking sound as they stepped on the wooden steps. The sounds of neighbors enjoying a delicious dinner could also be heard.

However, these noises did not interrupt Leon's recalling thoughts.

He gained a lot from this trip to Trident Headquarters.

Not only did he meet the cold-blooded sister Maria Hill, but while teasing her, he also got familiar with the environment of the Trident headquarters.

Moreover, while wandering around, he unexpectedly met Fitzsimmons, the scientific duo of SHIELD.

For Lyon, this day is undoubtedly a day worth celebrating.

Just as he was thinking this, he suddenly frowned and stopped.

Looking up, he was standing in front of his apartment before he knew it.

However, the faint heartbeat that kept coming from the apartment and the light shining through the cracks in the door all told one fact: there was someone in the apartment.

At this moment, Leon's mind was running wildly, trying to find out the identity of the person from various clues.

Soon, after ruling out all possibilities, he came to the most likely conclusion: "Hydra people"

When he thought of this, he subconsciously touched his waist, but found nothing.

Only then did he realize that he didn't seem to have a gun on him. . .

"Damn" he cursed under his breath, and Leon immediately gave up the idea of ​​running to the garage to get a firearm. He slowly squatted down and took out a thin flying knife from under the carpet in front of the apartment door.

As a new agent, you always have to prepare a plan B or two. . .

Leon stood in front of the door with a serious face, holding the flying knife tightly in his right hand, while slowly twisting the door handle with his left hand, trying not to make a sound and alert the "enemy" inside.

As he expected, the originally locked door had already been opened.

With a slight push, he immediately saw the "enemy" standing in the living room.

At the same time, the other party also saw Leon sneaking in with his butt sticking out.

With the help of the light, both of them could see each other clearly:

"Lyon"

"Uncle Phil"

Five minutes later. . .

"Hahaha..."

Sitting on the seat in the restaurant, Leon bit into the pizza while looking at Colson who was laughing with helplessness on his face.

"Okay, okay, you've been laughing for a few minutes, and the pizza is almost cold..." After saying that, he directly picked up a piece of pizza and stuffed it into Colson's mouth.

Colson didn't get angry when his nephew stuffed his mouth with pizza. Instead, he took the pizza very happily and started to bite into it.

"I didn't expect you to be so vigilant. It was really a wise choice to transfer you into the bureau," Colson said with emotion while eating pizza.

"You have the nerve to say it"

With an angry look on his face, Leon seized the opportunity and complained: "Who told you to come to my house without contacting me in advance? I almost threw the throwing knife out of my hand."

After quarreling with Colson for a few words, Leon remembered to ask the other party's purpose:

"By the way, why did you come to me without even notifying me, and you even brought my favorite bacon pizza? Did something happen?"

It’s not to blame Leon for being suspicious, it’s just that Colson’s sudden appearance in his home was a bit unusual.

However, it turned out that he was overthinking. . .

Colson looked at Leon, who looked confused, and then smiled, "What's the matter? I'm here to see my nephew. Do I need permission?"

"Uh... that's true."