Chapter 47: Party and Beach

"Master Lyon, maybe Miss Natasha is really good. She doesn't seem to bend for money and has a heart of justice."

After everyone left, Jarvis spoke again.

Lyon said perfunctorily: "Yes, as a subordinate, she is good. She is loyal, indifferent to fame and fortune, and not afraid of sacrifice. Where can I find such a good subordinate?"

"Master... your thinking angle is really amazing, always beyond my calculation."

"That's a must," Lyon slid a few times on the electronic screen, "By the way, look for any documents related to Hydra in the Red House host."

"Please wait... There are 8 undercover files and 316 transaction files, all related to Hydra."

Jarvis unfolded the folder on the big screen.

It added: "But the Red House didn't know that these undercovers and the objects of the transaction were Hydra."

"I retrieved the above results based on the Hydra intelligence you uploaded before."

Leon crossed his arms: "8 undercovers! This Red House is also very powerful. It can even go undercover in Hydra."

"The content of the file shows that another Widow agent went undercover in a scientific research institution controlled by Hydra and was recommended to join SHIELD." Jarvis said.

"In terms of identity, this Widow agent is also a Hydra, although she didn't know it."

"There is actually a double agent! Why do I suddenly feel that Drekov is also a genius!" Leon clapped his hands.

He thought for a while: "Let Natasha find a way to contact this Widow first and inject her with inhibitors!"

"Then pack all Hydra-related files and send them back to Tony's host!"

"Also, remember to keep the part of the file related to the Red House, so that you can use it to make a fuss later."

"Okay, Master Leon." Jarvis responded.

The file transfer screen immediately appeared on the big screen: "The file package has been transferred back to Mr. Stark's host."

"Well done!"

Lyon patted the table with satisfaction, just like patting Jarvis on the shoulder.

He moved his shoulders and said: "Tonight's work can be finished here, and then it's time to enjoy the sun!"

"And you, Jarvis, you are off work too, and then you can run whatever you want in the host of this fortress!"

"Thank you, Master Lyon." Jarvis said.

"But I want to remind you that there are still four hours before your next planned sunbathing time."

In order to predict the upper limit of the increase in strength.

Lyon's sunbathing time in space this month is fixed.

If he wants to bask in the sun as he pleases, he will have to wait for more than half a month.

"Okay, I forgot." Lyon touched his chin, "Then I'll go and help the girls clean up the bodies."

He floated up, flew out of the command room, found the busy Widow agents, and helped them carry the bodies together.

This made the work that should have taken several hours to finish in less than ten minutes.

So Leon simply called everyone together and held a party in the officers' mess on the lower floor of the fortress.

At the beginning of the party, there were only simple fast food on the table, and the main characters were a large number of whiskeys and champagnes that Leon moved from the wine cellar.

The girls sat neatly at the table, each with a plate and a wine glass in hand.

At first, they sat stiffly and were at a loss.

They couldn't even adapt to this kind of eating activity without any time limit.

But soon, as bottle after bottle of high-end champagne sprayed into the goblet.

The girls from all over the world gradually indulged themselves.

They first communicated in a low voice.

Then gradually began to boldly ask Leon various questions.

Finally, the girls cheered, clinked glasses, drank, and sang the nursery rhymes in their childhood memories around Leon.

English, German, Chinese, Portuguese, all kinds of cheerful nursery rhymes were sung.

Nearly a hundred arms of various colors took turns lingering on Leon, and were pushed away by him helplessly.

Halfway through the party, most of the girls were just getting excited.

Their specially trained and even modified bodies were destined to be difficult to get drunk.

But this did not affect their increasingly bold actions and increasingly explicit words.

Leon began to feel that he was no longer hosting a party, but a...

So he closed the door and left the officers' mess, leaving behind a group of girls singing and dancing with blushing faces.

"Huh... Don't have dinner with so many girls next time."

Leon grabbed a towel beside him and wiped the marks on his face.

"Especially girls who can't get drunk no matter how hard they try, and only get drunker the more they drink?" Suddenly a female voice added gently.

"Huh?" Leon turned back in surprise.

Natasha stood by the wall, and she handed him the towel.

"Why don't you continue to drink a few glasses with them? Your sister has started to take off her coat and dance the Gopak dance." Leon joked.

Natasha reached out to take the towel again, stepped forward, and wiped the marks on Leon's neck and behind his ears.

"If I was in there, wouldn't I be unable to wait for you?" Her beautiful amber eyes blinked mischievously.

Leon looked at the pretty face close at hand: "It seems that I have just escaped from the tiger's den and entered the wolf's den again?"

I have to admit it.

As long as you don't use super vision to observe, Natasha is a top beauty.

"What do you think?" Natasha stood on tiptoe and hooked Leon's neck.

She breathed moist breath into Leon's ear: "I don't stink now, bad guy."

"That's hard to say." Leon lowered his voice, "Maybe you have to let me smell it carefully to know."

Natasha turned her head and pressed her cheek against Leon's.

Sniffing lightly with the tip of his nose: "But I think you smell particularly good. Do you want to go to my room tonight and see why you smell so strange?"

"Are you serious?"

Natasha's fingertips slid down from the S-shaped logo on Leon's chest.

"It depends on whether you are willing to be the tidal flat that makes me stop and take root."

"Extremely happy!"

The two figures overlapped, slowly moved into the elevator, returned to Natasha's room, and slammed the door.

…

"Beep! Beep!"

Jarvis gave an urgent warning, and the sound kept ringing.

"Huh? What's wrong?" Leon half-opened his sleepy eyes, stretched out his hand to fumble, and followed the sound to find his mobile phone in the Superman uniform on the ground.

"bite!"

The phone screen lights up, and a wavy curve representing Jarvis appears on the screen.

"Master Lyon, I'm sorry to disturb your rest, but maybe Mr. Stark needs your help."

"Tony?" Hearing that something happened to his brother, Leon suddenly woke up and sat up.

"What's wrong with him?"

"Mr. Stark was on the highest deck of the fortress and was stopped by the agents. There is an emergency!"

"Huh? Deck? Agent? Why is he here?" Leon felt confused.

"Let him calm down and don't conflict with the widows. We are all our own. I will go find him right away."

Leon pulled down the white arm that was hanging on his body and slapped the bulge in the quilt beside him.

"You're still pretending to be asleep when you wake up. I'm going to check on Tony. Follow me quickly."

Natasha opened her eyes, but her eyes were not as sharp as before. Instead, they were like a deep green pool in summer, with water so rich that it seemed like it was about to flow out.

"Then when is our next time?" She sat up holding the quilt, her hair hanging down her shoulders was messy, revealing half of her red and white collarbone.

Leon quickly put on his uniform: "When you want to come to me."

"What do you think our relationship is now?" he also asked.

Natasha smiled charmingly: "You know me so well, you should know."

"My only, most special friend?"

"You are very greedy, but I agreed." Natasha hugged her knees across the quilt, "Who makes you my boss, but you can't deduct my salary in the future."

"Are you worried about your salary? You couldn't take it with both hands when I gave it to you last night, right?" Leon raised his eyebrows.

After hearing this, Natasha covered her head with the quilt and said no more.

But after Leon left, she got out of the quilt again.

In an empty room.

Her eyes flickered as she stretched out her hand to make a gesture of grasping, raised her eyebrows with unclear meaning, and silently uttered a "Wow!" from her lips.