"That''s great!"
"Welcome!"
Looking at Skye and Simmons holding together excitedly and Fitz smiling, Lyon also raised his mouth and showed a faint smile.
Yes, Skye accepted Colson''s proposal after all.
When Colson announced in front of the crowd that Skye would join the team as a consultant, the reaction was very different.
Simmons and Fitz are very happy.
After all, Skye is the same age as the two, friendly, lively and cheerful, and likes to joke. It''s much better than ward and Melinda may
Melinda may, a pilot, did not protest in front of the public.
However, from her slightly wrinkled eyebrows, we can see that she doesn''t agree with another child who can''t fight on the plane.
As for ward, who is most likely to protest, it may be because Skye helped himself escape from the underground base; Or because Lyon was present and didn''t complain in public.
However, from his expression like constipation, Lyon feels that Colson''s dream team still needs some time to run in.
Of course, these things have nothing to do with him
When "bus" arrived in Angel City, California, Lyon said goodbye to the people.
"Have you left so soon? There''s another task?"
Facing Simmons'' question, Lyon shrugged and looked relaxed:
"That''s not true. There''s a little personal business to deal with, so..."
"Well, I''ll see you next time."
After saying goodbye to the science duo, Leon came to ward, patted him on the shoulder and said seriously:
"Hey, man, protect them..."
Ward was slightly stunned. For some reason, he suddenly felt heavy on his shoulder.
A strong sense of mission surged into his heart, which made him nod his head.
"And you, Skye!"
When Lyon suddenly called his name, Skye couldn''t help staring at him.
"I hope the next time we meet, your perception of the s.h.i.e.l.l.d. will change."
The meaningful words, coupled with the extremely warm smiling face, made Skye smile and replied softly:
"Yes..."
One by one, after saying goodbye to the people, Lyon, who completed the support task, came gently like a breeze and waved his hand without taking away a cloud.
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Lincoln, Nebraska.
Lyon, who had just said goodbye to Colson and others, came to a private industrial plant in the suburbs.
And waiting for him there is an "old friend"
Different from the tranquility of the outside world, there is a lot of noise in a large factory.
The ubiquitous scientific research equipment, the hurried researchers and the whole plant are like a secret large hangar.
The most striking thing in the whole plant area is not the scientific researchers or expensive equipment, but a huge, dark and futuristic fighter parked quietly in the center!
This is a new type of fighter with a completely different shape from any fighter in the world.
From the appearance, the fighter is like a swallow flying in the sky.
Hank PIM, dressed in a white coat, and several researchers in the same white coat, stood by the fighter, pointing at the fighter in front of him.
"In order to avoid insufficient power of the turbine engine, a set of injection device should be installed at the bottom of the fuselage..."
"And reflective technology..."
Just then, a sudden voice came from behind:
"It''s as like as two peas in my imagination."
After hearing the speech, Hank PIM couldn''t help himself. Then he waved back the researchers next to him and turned away.
It was Leon''s bright smiling face that came into view.
Seeing him, Hank PIM said angrily, "Why are you here? Shouldn''t you come to urge me?"
Hearing the speech, Lyon quickly waved his hand and strongly denied: "hank, how dare I urge you... I just came to have a look and comfort you by the way."
Then, as if by magic, Lyon took out a transparent bottle with a brand logo printed on the bottle and said "Havana Club" to Hank Pimm.
"This is the white rum of Havana Club brewed by the chief winemaker Donne Jones Silva. Don''t you try it?"
Seeing this bottle of wine, old PIM''s eyes lit up and his expression became clearer all of a sudden.
"Hum! You know..."
After laughing and scolding, Hank PIM turned around, waved his big hand and shouted:
"Take an hour off!"
When all the engineers and researchers left, there were only hank Pimm and Lyon in the whole hangar.
He opened the white rum brought by Lyon, took out two goblets and poured one for each of them. Lyon, holding the goblet, couldn''t wait to ask:
"Hank, how''s it going?"
Dr. PIM, who seemed to have expected Lyon to ask, did not answer immediately. Instead, he sipped the rum in the glass, closed his eyes and tasted it carefully before he said in a slow voice:
"Everything is going well."
"When can we test fly?" Lyon continued.
"If it''s fast, it should be one month later. If it''s slow, it should be two months."
Holding the goblet, Lyon had no intention of tasting the wine in the goblet. All his attention was focused on the huge fighter plane.
After walking around the fighter, Lyon returned to Hank Pimm again.
As if he noticed the satisfaction in Lyon''s eyes, Dr. PIM smiled and asked, "are you still satisfied with this big guy?"
"Are you kidding?"
Lyon spread out his hands and made a great response. His tone was boastful: "I can''t be more satisfied!"
"You know, this is the famous hank PIM, specially made for me. Who else has such an honor?!"
"Strictly speaking, I didn''t make it for you, but you came to me and asked me to help you."
"Hey, hey, it''s all the same. Don''t care about these little details..."
…
Looking at Leon''s funny appearance, the wrinkles on father PIM''s face deepened a bit.
Somehow, when dealing with a young man whose age is several rounds different from that of Lyon, Dr. Pimm always feels very relaxed and comfortable, just like two friends communicating.
Perhaps, this is the so-called friends who forget their years
At this time, Leon''s voice sounded in his ear again:
"By the way, does it have a name?"
Hearing this, Dr. PIM raised his eyebrows and said in a deep voice, "of course!"
"Oh, what''s your name?"
"Night wing!"