Chapter 47: Party and Beach

"Master Leon, maybe Miss Natasha is really good. She doesn't seem to be willing to bow down for money, and she has a righteous heart."

After everyone had left, Jarvis spoke again.

Leon said perfunctorily: "Yes, he is a good subordinate. He is loyal, indifferent to fame and fortune, and not afraid of sacrifice. Where can you find such a good subordinate?"

"Master... your perspective is really surprising. It is always beyond my calculations."

"That's a must," Leon slid a few times on the electronic screen, "By the way, look in the Red House host to see if there are any documents related to Hydra."

"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: "However, the Red House did not know that the undercover agents and transactions were with Hydra."

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

Leon crossed his arms and said, "8 undercover agents! This red house is really powerful. Even Hydra can go in undercover."

"The contents of the file show that another Widow agent went undercover in a scientific research institution controlled by Hydra and was recommended to join S.H.I.E.L.D." Jarvis said.

"In terms of identity, this Widow agent is also a Hydra, although she is not aware of 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 moment and said, "Let Natasha find a way to contact this widow first and give her an inhibitor!"

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

"Also, remember to keep the parts of the document related to the Red House. You can use them to write articles later."

"Okay, Master Lyon." Jarvis responded.

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

"Good job!"

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

He stretched his shoulders and said, "We can end our work for the night. Now it's time to enjoy the sunshine!"

"And you, Jarvis, you're off work too. From now on, you can run whatever you want in the mainframe of this fortress!"

"Thank you, Master Lyon," said Jarvis.

"But I have to remind you that there are still four hours until your next scheduled sunbathing time."

In order to predict the upper limit of strength increase.

Lyon has a fixed time for each trip to space to bask in the sun this month.

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.” Leon touched his chin, “Then I’ll go 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.

This meant that a job that should have taken several hours was completed 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.

When the party started, there were only simple fast food on the table, and the main attraction was the large amount of whiskey and champagne that Lyon moved out of the wine cellar.

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

At first they sat there stiffly, at a loss as to what to do.

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

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

Girls from all over the world gradually became more and more indulgent.

They first communicated in a low voice.

Then he gradually began to boldly ask Leon various questions.

At last, the girls cheered, clinked their glasses, drank, and sang loudly around Leon, singing the nursery rhymes from their childhood memories.

Various cheerful children's songs were sung in English, German, Chinese and Portuguese.

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

The party was halfway through, but most of the girls were just getting excited.

Their specially trained and even modified bodies are destined to make it difficult for them to get drunk.

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

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

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

"Phew... I can't have dinner with so many girls next time."

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

"Especially the girl who can never get drunk and only gets more drunk the more she drinks?" A female voice suddenly added gently.

"Huh?" Leon turned back in surprise.

Natasha was standing by the wall, and it was she who handed over the towel.

"Why don't you continue to have a few drinks with them? Your sister has started taking off her coat and dancing the Gopak dance." Leon joked.

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

"If I were in there, I wouldn't be able to wait for you, right?" She blinked her beautiful amber eyes mischievously.

Leon looked at the pretty face so close to him: "It seems that I just escaped from the tiger's den and fell into the wolf's den?"

Have to admit.

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 her arms around Leon's neck.

She breathed wetly into Leon’s ear: “I don’t stink anymore, bad guy.”

“That’s hard to say.” Leon lowered his voice, “Maybe you have to let me smell it carefully before I can know.”

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

He sniffed lightly, "But I think you smell really good. Do you want to come 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.

"That depends on whether you are willing to be the beach where I 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 reminder, and the reminder sound kept ringing.

"Huh? What's wrong?" Leon half-opened his sleepy eyes, reached out and groped for his cell phone from the Superman uniform on the ground following the sound.

"Ding!"

The phone screen lit up, and a wavy curve representing Jarvis appeared on the screen.

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

"Tony?" Hearing that his brother was in trouble, Leon woke up instantly and sat up.

"What's up with him?"

"Mr. Stark is on the top deck of the fortress and has been stopped by the secret service ladies. There's an emergency!"

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

"Tell him to calm down and not get into conflict with the widows. They are all on the same side. I will go find him right away."

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

"You're awake but still pretending to be asleep. I'm going to go check on Tony, you hurry up and follow me."

Natasha opened her eyes, but there was no sharpness in them as before. Instead, they were like a deep green pool in summer, the water so rich that it seemed about to flow out.

"Then when will we meet next time?" She sat up, hugging the quilt, her shoulder-length hair disheveled, revealing half of her rosy collarbone.

Leon quickly put on his uniform: “Come and see me when you want.”

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

Natasha gave a charming smile: "You know me so well, you should know that."

"My only, most special friend?"

"You're greedy, but I agree." Natasha hugged her knees across the quilt, "You're my boss, but you can't deduct my salary in the future."

"Do you still need to worry about salary and benefits? Didn't you feel so overwhelmed by what I gave you last night?" Leon raised his eyebrows.

Hearing this, Natasha covered her head with the quilt and said nothing more.

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

In an empty room.

With her eyes moving, she stretched out her hand and made a gesture of making a fist, her eyebrows raised in an inexplicable way, and a silent "Wow!" uttered by her lips.