"What is his super Ability?"
Stark's question is especially clear in the empty Warehouse.
Fury was not too surprised by Stark's suspicion.
After all, this mustache sitting in front of him is one of the smartest people in the world today.
Moreover, the levels and things that Stark has come into contact with are also destined that he will not be so easily fooled.
"Super Ability", perhaps in the eyes of ordinary people, is just a virtual concept existing in various works of art.
However, in Stark's view, it is not too mysterious.
He consulted his father's previous research materials, knew about the super soldier serum, and heard from his father more than once about the superhero of Captain America.
It's just that he has never seen a real super-Ability…
However, in the face of his doubts, Fury did not intend to give him an answer.
"I don't know what you are talking about, but if you have the opportunity, you can ask him yourself…"
A vague answer.
Looking deeply at Fury's dark face, Stark murmured, "Oh…I will."
Just as Fury and Stark were talking about Leon, at the same time, thousands of kilometers away in Washington, the Trident headquarters…
"Shh!"
The sudden sneeze caused Leon to whisper in a low voice: "Who is talking about me behind my back?!"
"Leon, what are you talking about?" Simmons, who was about to come over to measure Leon's bust with a measuring tape, asked curiously.
"Oh, nothing, maybe the season changes, my nose is a little itchy." Smiling at Simmons, Leon changed the subject: "I'm really sorry, I always trouble you…"
"It doesn't matter. Anyway, our recent research topic is also related to combat uniforms. We can just use your data to speed up the progress of the research…"
While talking, Simmons, wearing a white lab coat, came to Leon and told Leon, who was just wearing a close-fitting long sleeve, and said: "Open your arms and I will measure your bust."
"OK."
Before he finished speaking, Leon opened his arms obediently, allowing Simmons to take a measuring tape and measure his bust.
Since talking to Fitz and Simmons last week about the exclusive combat suit, the science duo has been very concerned about this matter.
Today, Leon was forced to wait for the science duo to call to the laboratory…
After all, to make an exclusive battle suit is not just to find a bulletproof fabric and make it into a suit.
After rigorous calculation and measurement, according to the user's chest circumference, shoulder width, waist circumference and other body data, the most suitable and most comfortable combat uniform can be produced.
Just as Simmons looked at Leon's unconcealable pectoral muscles and was a little fascinated, suddenly, a ghost-like voice sounded behind her:
"You know that we have instruments that can measure these circumferences. You don't need to measure them manually, right?"
Simmons, who was slightly frightened, turned around to take a look, only to find that Fitz was stern, looking at him quietly.
Simmons, who was exposed, smiled awkwardly, and quickly concealed: "My negligence!"
"It doesn't matter, I will send you the data right away."
After speaking, she turned around, picked up the tablet on the experiment table, and started to operate.
Seeing Simmons, who was a little guilty, and Fitz, who was obviously jealous, Leon couldn't help laughing inwardly: These two lovely guys…
When he arrived in front of Leon, Fitz immediately forgot what had happened just now, with a little envy in his tone: "Leon, your body is really good…"
Not only women like muscles, men are also very concerned about muscles.
"Hey, Fitz, if you want, you can also use fitness to shape your body, it will be very helpful for you." Looking at Fitz, who is half his head, Leon suggested.
"Yeah…" Fitz glanced at Simmons not far away, and said hesitation, "Forget it."
"If you do that, my research time will be reduced. Besides, I am not a field agent like you. I have to use my body to deal with the enemy…"
After talking a lot, Fitz remembered the purpose of Lyon here: "By the way, about the material of the clothes, the polymer mixture, plus ten layers of processed mixed materials, how does it sound? "
Hearing this, Leon shrugged and spread his hands: "Sounds very good!"
[Indestructible] skills are enough to enable him to withstand bullets or explosion damage in battle.
The purpose of looking for Fitz and Simmons to customize their combat uniforms is not to strengthen their defenses and protect themselves from all kinds of harm.
The purpose of this is more to be beautiful and compelling.
Therefore, it is not important to Leon whether the materials used in the clothes provide the most advanced ballistic protection.
Most importantly, be handsome!
After the data was measured, Leon was forced to not wait for the science duo who wanted to start work and drove out of the laboratory.
The next day, Leon got his own battle uniform…
A set of black costumes with a style similar to S.H.I.E.L.D agent uniforms.
Looking at Leon, who was wearing a black combat uniform and a heroic appearance, Fitz and Simmons both had the word "satisfied" written on their faces.
"In addition to resisting the shooting of 9mm bullets, this combat suit can also simultaneously measure your heart rate, systolic blood pressure, and toxin content in the body. More specifically, there is a micro signal device at the cuff."
"As long as you activate it, the S.H.I.E.L.D communication channel within a hundred kilometers will receive your location!"
After taking a few shots in the mirror in the laboratory, Leon felt that this shape was very satisfactory.
"Your craftsmanship is really great! I like it very much!"
"You like it…"
Suddenly, Leon stretched out his hand to embrace the shoulders of the science duo and suggested to them with a smile on his face: "I think we should celebrate tonight!"
at the same time…
New York, Hell's Kitchen.
Under the curtain of night, on the top floor of a towering and majestic building, The Hand was having a meeting.
The five fingers of the hand and meeting, Mrs. Gao, Murakami, Botu, Suo Wanda, and leader Alexandra, all sat around a pure white round table with serious faces.
Suddenly, Alexandra, who was sitting in the middle, asked aloud:
"It's been almost a few months, haven't you found a trace of him?"
Hearing that, Murakami, Suo Wanda and Botu all looked at Mrs. Gao who frowned.
"Not yet." Staring at the gazes of the other four, Mrs. Gao paused and continued: "We don't have much information about his origin and identity, only his appearance…"
"Expand the search to the entire New York!"
With a "bang", Alexandra slammed the table top, and then whispered in a cold tone:
"People who dare to fight against us will have only one end…"
"die!"