"Your Excellency, the establishment of the charity fund has come to an end. We intend to take us $100 million as the first batch of charity funds. What do you think?"


    "Just make up your mind. The most important thing is to ensure that these beneficiaries understand our intentions."


    In the word "mind", Lyon''s tone is obviously accentuated.


    Hearing the speech, the blogger was slightly stunned, then nodded and said in a deep voice: "don''t worry, I''ll send someone to follow up."


    "Well..."


    In such a large study, Leon, sitting on the seat, glanced up at the blogger who stood straight but kept his head slightly lowered. He couldn''t help pulling the corners of his mouth and continued to ask:


    "How''s it going with the damage control company?"


    As if the blogger had already prepared, he immediately replied, "it''s very smooth. If there''s no accident, he can get permission from the relevant government departments soon."


    "That''s good. Once we get permission, we will cooperate with stark industry to clean up alien objects. Especially the bodies and body tissues of these aliens, we need to study them in depth to see if these guys'' genes can enable us to develop more useful drugs..."


    …


    After giving orders, with a wave of Lyon''s big hand, the blogger left.


    In fact, there is no need for bloggers to come to the door and report on these affairs in person. They can send a high-level group to come at will.


    But he came


    Lyon knew that this was a way for a blogger to show his loyalty.


    Perhaps, in the opinion of the disciples, Lyon''s strength in all aspects makes him willing to obey Lyon


    Surrendering at the feet of the strong is not a way of life.


    This is a bloody lesson learned by bloggers from the dead Mrs. Gao, suowanda and others.


    After all, this man with a young face is not a kind person


    Not long after the blogger left, Lyon was just about to sneak into the basement to continue building bricks for his mysterious plan. At this time, an unexpected guest came to the door!


    "Mr. Colson, this is Granger. There is a Mr. grant ward at the door. I want to see you. Excuse me..."


    Hearing the words of the security guard of the manor, Lyon''s body was shocked and an idea came to mind:


    Ward? What''s he doing here?


    Looking down for a moment, Lyon guessed about Ward''s intention and said:


    "Let him in."


    "OK."


    。。。


    Five minutes later, Lyon met grant ward, Marvel''s best double agent, in the living room on the first floor.


    Tall and straight figure, slightly melancholy eyes and tightly pursed corners of the mouth all vividly interpret a role that is independent and wandering on the edge of individual and collective.


    For Lyon, who already knew that ward was a hydra, he sympathized with ward and understood why he became like that.


    It is not surprising that a cowardly boy growing up from an unfortunate family environment has become an excellent double agent under the cultivation of John Garrett, an ambitious Hydra.


    People''s growth is largely due to the surrounding environment and the guidance of the guide.


    There is no doubt that John Garrett''s influence on ward is more far-reaching than his later team members, Colson, Fitz and so on.


    However, compared with those who are loyal to the Hydra organization, ward is more pure and loyal to John Garrett alone.


    All I did was follow John Garrett''s orders


    Looking around at ward, who was somewhat surprised on his face, Lyon smiled, reached out to the sofa and said:


    "You''re welcome. Just sit down. What can I drink?"


    "Anything."


    He took a seat on the one-man sofa. From his sitting posture and rotating eyes, we can see that ward was a little restrained.


    A moment later, Leon, carrying two glasses of whisky from the kitchen, returned to the living room again.


    "Don''t you have to work today? Why do you come to me so free?"


    The relationship between Lyon and ward seems to have made a lot of progress compared with the last brief glance at the space carrier.


    From the "favor: enthusiasm" above Ward''s head, we can see


    "Oh, after the war in New York, the director gave all the agents on the Mothership two days off..."


    "Colson told me you moved, but I didn''t expect you to move to Long Island..."


    "Oh, the previous apartment was a little too small, so..."


    …


    After a few routine greetings, Lyon put down the tea table with a "bang" and suddenly asked:


    "By the way, you didn''t come here today to visit my new home, did you?"


    Facing Lyon''s cold eyes that seemed to see through his heart, ward trembled and didn''t answer immediately. Instead, he sipped the whisky in the glass and tried to calm his restless mood.


    After pondering for a moment, ward, who had been brewing for a long time, finally spoke out the reason for his visit:


    "I came today to thank you."


    "Thank you?"


    "Yes, last time on the space carrier..."


    As Lyon guessed, ward thanked him for saving him on the space carrier last time.


    Of course, it is unclear whether there is John Garrett''s advice behind this.


    After thinking for a while, Lyon waved his hand carelessly and interrupted Ward:


    "If so, in fact, you don''t have to come to the door in person. In that case, I just did what every s.h.i.e.l.d. colleague would do... If it were you, I think you would do it, wouldn''t you?"


    This meaningful remark stunned ward, and then asked himself in his mind:


    Can I?


    Unfortunately, he could not immediately choose between "yes" and "no".


    After hesitation, ward did not answer directly, but said in a low magnetic voice:


    "Anyway, I owe you one..."


    Hearing the speech, Leon raised his eyebrows, spread out his hands and shrugged: "whatever you want..."


    As soon as the voice fell, Lyon picked up the whisky on the tea table again and seemed to say to himself:


    "You know what? In fact, from a certain point of view, we are very similar."


    "I joined the s.h.i.e.l.d. because I have an uncle who has worked in the s.h.l.d. for many years. And you have a supervisor who thinks very much of you..."


    Hearing Lyon''s meaningful words, Ward''s eyes flashed.


    "However, I believe that you, like me, are willing to join the s.h.i.e.l.e.l.d. and devote your part to protecting the world..."


    "Really?"


    Looking at the glass that stopped in mid air, ward hesitated a little before he picked up the whisky and collided with it.


    "Bang!" and ward''s voice sounded:


    "Of course!"