As the Quinjet landed, Leon and Clint Barton, the two-man team, returned to the Hub.
"Say hello to Laura for me."
"I will."
After bidding farewell to Clint Barton in the tactical hall, Leon was about to take the elevator to the intelligence department to submit his mission report.
However, as soon as he turned around, he saw Coulson walking towards him.
From his straight walking path, Leon was sure that Coulson was coming to find him.
Sure enough... "Leon, come with me."
Coulson, who brushed past Leon, did not stop but continued to walk somewhere.
Leon, completely puzzled, followed him.
What the heck is going on? So mysterious...
Leon muttered to himself as he followed his uncle to an empty conference room in S.H.I.E.L.D.
After they entered, Coulson casually closed the door.
Seeing Coulson's actions, Leon's expression immediately became serious, "Did something happen?"
Coulson noticed his expression and immediately smiled, waving his hand, "Don't be so nervous, it's just a small mission I want to tell you about."
"Oh, tell me," Leon's expression softened slightly as he asked.
"Did you receive a party invitation from Norman Osborn?"
During his two months at S.H.I.E.L.D., the deeper Leon understood this intelligence organization, the more he marveled at its vastness and unfathomable nature.
Everything he saw was perhaps just the tip of the iceberg of this mysterious and immense organization...
Especially Director Fury, he gradually changed his first impression of him from the movies in his previous life.
That one-eyed bald man is definitely not as insignificant as he was portrayed in the movies!
His intelligence capabilities alone were enough to make him one of the people on Earth who knew the most secrets, if not the most!
Therefore, Leon was not surprised when Coulson mentioned the party invitation; he simply nodded.
"It's like this, do you remember your first mission?"
"Of course!"
"Based on our previous investigation and your mission report at the time, we are convinced that this hostage incident was not simple."
"Oh?" Leon looked at Coulson with interest, "How so?"
Although he felt many suspicious points at the time, due to the lack of intelligence and the fact that all the terrorists were annihilated, Leon's desire to investigate further eventually came to nothing.
Afterward, hearing Coulson mention it, Leon recalled all the details of that time.
"According to our investigation, what these terrorists wanted was a research project called 'Interspecies Genetics' that the Osborn Corporation was developing. And all the research data for this project plan was only held by two people."
"One of them is Dr. Curtis Connors, who serves as the head of R&D. Since he happened to be in Zurich for a medical conference when the hostage incident occurred, he escaped this attack."
"And the other person is the CEO of the Osborn Corporation, Norman Osborn!"
"Therefore, we have reason to believe that someone is behind these terrorists."
After listening to Coulson's explanation, Leon roughly understood the situation, stroking his smooth chin, and mused, "Hmm, so you want me to go to the party, gather intelligence, and see if I can find the mastermind behind this?"
"Precisely! Take this opportunity to get in touch with Osborn and see if he knows who wants this research."
Saying that, Coulson patted Leon's shoulder and smiled, "I'll leave this to you."
"Alright, I'll keep an eye out, and try not to have too much fun..."
... A few days later...
Leon, dressed in a sharp suit, his somewhat messy brown hair slicked back, drove the black Chevrolet Suburban provided by S.H.I.E.L.D. to the Long Island district of New York.
As one of New York's affluent areas, Long Island boasts beautiful surroundings and a pleasant climate, considered one of the most livable regions in the world. Consequently, many wealthy individuals prefer to own property here.
The Osborn family's grand mansion was also located in this area.
Driving to the entrance of a massive estate in Suffolk County, Long Island, Leon presented his invitation and quickly passed the security check outside, entering the grounds.
Driving through a straight avenue, Leon finally arrived at the parking lot outside the Osborn family mansion.
After parking and turning off the engine, Leon ignored the countless luxury sports cars and high-end sedans parked around him, adjusted his tie, and looked at the grand mansion just a stone's throw away.
"Typical capitalist style, but I like it..." he mumbled softly, then strode towards the mansion.
Upon reaching the main entrance, a middle-aged man who was clearly a butler, sharp-eyed, didn't wait for Leon to reach the stairs before leaving the guests he was greeting and coming forward: "Oh, Mr. Coulson, it's an honor to have you here, please come in!"
"Oh, thank you."
After politely returning a smile, Leon stepped into the Osborn family's grand villa.
From the outside, it was a typical French retro-style villa. Fresh and bright, with a sense of order, grand and elegant yet romantic.
The interior decoration, however, was closer to European style: magnificent decorations, rich colors, and exquisite designs brought the entire space to a lavish and noble effect.
The hall was already filled with people from all walks of life. Tycoons, Wall Street elites, and government officials could all be found here.
And Leon, who had the least bank deposits among these people, perfectly blended in with them.
Perhaps it was the changes brought by his transmigration, or the benefits from the favorability system, that transformed Leon, a young man who wasn't particularly fond of socializing in his previous life, into a master of actively engaging in social activities...
Arriving at the bar, and grabbing a martini, Leon admired the structure of the entire house while making his way through the crowded hall to the second floor.
From his observation, the second floor offered the best vantage point to observe the entire space.
He took a small sip of the drink in his glass; a faint spiciness immediately took over his taste buds.
However, the mellow taste after the spiciness was endlessly delightful.
Just as Leon was silently enjoying his leisure time, his ears suddenly twitched, and he heard a faint sound of footsteps.
His keen senses told him that someone seemed to be approaching him from behind.
Judging from the force of the footsteps, the amplitude of the strides, and the frequency of breathing, it was a boy somewhere between a child and an adolescent.
Before Leon could turn around, a tender, youthful voice came from behind him:
"You're the one who saved my father, aren't you