Chapter 10: 1 If You Don't Agree, Learn Martial Arts

"Cheers!"

Along with the collision of the two glasses, there was a "Chung" sound.

In a noisy bar, Leon and Barton, sitting on the side of the corner, enjoy their leisure time after work.

The dim light reflected on Leon's young and handsome face, adding a bit of confusion to him.

If it weren't for Barton, this unsmiling man, sitting opposite him, many hot girls in the bar would hold their wine glasses, twist their enchanting waist, and sit next to Leon. . .

However, the provocative gaze from a distance from time to time still made the "Eagle Eye" who was watching Leon notice the charm of his subordinate.

Watching Leon sip off the whiskey in his glass, Barton also shines, "It seems that your alcohol volume is good..."

"It's okay. I used to drink more beer when I was in the military academy. Since I joined the Rangers, my taste has changed."

After speaking, Leon also picked up the wine bottle, poured the empty glasses for the two of them, and poured wine.

Clint Barton felt an inexplicable kindness when he looked at the young man in front of him.

Although the two have known each other for less than 24 hours, the relationship between Coulson and the calm attitude and combat skills shown in the mission made Clint Barton want to learn more about Leon.

Especially when I saw the other person drinking, it made Clint Barton, a restrained guy who doesn't like to express his emotions, spontaneously feel a sense of meeting a confidant.

"I have seen your file. You could be admitted to any higher education institution in the United States with your SAT scores, but why did you go to the military academy?" Clint Barton asked casually while touching the rim of the cup.

Hearing this question, Leon was somewhat wary.

This question is difficult to answer.

He can't say that he is a soul that has crossed over from another world, and Leon also knows that this is a dangerous world where superheroes walk all over the floor and aliens invade at every turn; to protect himself, he has to do everything he can. Strengthen your combat power.

Fortunately, he knew that once he entered the colossal intelligence agency of Shield, he would be targeted by Hydra and the bald one-eyed dragon from Shield.

Therefore, he has also prepared a set of excuses for all kinds of questions that may be asked.

"Oh, speaking of it, it's because of Uncle Phil."

"Phil?" Clint Barton was curious: "Phil asked you to go to a military academy?"

"No." Leon waved his hand and explained: "Uncle Phil is a big fan of Captain America, and the house walls are covered with Captain America posters."

"And I only have a family like him. Under the influence of my only family, I naturally became interested in the army he spoke about so vividly..."

"It turned out to be that way." Clint Barton nodded, expressing understanding.

"However, I didn't expect I have a bit of talent in military operations..." Leon smiled and boasted, then picked up the wine glass and drank it.

"Yes, it's more than a little talent..." Clint Barton muttered in his heart.

Leon was admitted to the prestigious Virginia Military Academy at 17 and graduated early in just two years, becoming the first graduate in the history of the Virginia Military Academy with "excellent" grades in every subject!

He was recruited into the Rangers regiment at 19, broke the promotion record with the fastest speed, and became the youngest deputy commander.

Now, on the first day of entering Shield, he planned and participated in completing a level 5 rescue mission.

This kind of achievement, even in the entire elite group of Shield, there is only one.

Clint Barton was a little surprised at Leon's lack of arrogance and failure.

Very few young people are so calm when they achieve impressive results.

From this point of view, Coulson asked him to care for Leon, and he could do it more quickly.

Clint Barton suddenly thought of this and asked Leon, "Yes, I heard Phil say that when you were in the Rangers, you were also in the four major unit's joint competition and won first place in close-quarter combat."

After speaking, he suddenly looked up and down at Leon with the "wretched" gaze that made him feel Hawk-Eye was looking at a beautiful woman.

Leon was staring at him, so he felt a little hairy, "Um...what's the matter?"

"There is a boxing gym I know well near here. Let me see your skills!"

"Uh?!"

Before Leon could react, Clint Barton took out a twenty-dollar bill, patted it on the table, pulled Leon, and walked outside the bar.

The two walked out of the bar, and under the shroud of night, they got on a black Chevrolet Suburban and drove towards Queens in New York.

The location of the boxing room is close to the bar.

The car only drove for less than ten minutes and stopped in front of an inconspicuous building.

Outside the entrance of the building, there is an old LED sign.

Looking at the words on the signboard, Leon couldn't help but say: "Meyer Boxing Club?"

"This is a boxing club run by a friend of mine." After a little explanation, Clint Barton walked into the building alone.

Leon looked at Hawkeye's back, shrugged, and entered the building.

Following Hawkeye, who was familiar with the road, the two came to the third floor, where the boxing club was located.

Interestingly, the door of the club is tightly locked. Moreover, it was dark inside, different from a regular business.

"Huh? Didn't open the door today?" Leon turned his head and asked Clint Barton.

However, Clint Barton did not answer him, but bent down, opened the carpet in front of the door, and took out a key.

"Eh?!" Seeing all this, Leon was a little confused, "How do you know where the key is?"

Clint Barton opened the door with the key and explained: "When it is closed, it is my time."

"I see..."

Enter the club, turn on the lights, and overhead lights illuminate the entire boxing room.

Three boxing rings are distributed throughout the space.

Leon, at a glance, the entire club covers an area of at least two hundred square meters.

Before he habitually figured out the entire terrain and escape route, Clint Barton took off his coat, just wearing a gray vest, and couldn't wait to board one of the biggest arenas.

"Why are you still standing there? Come on stage!"