Chapter 12: Headquarters

The next day, Leon got up early from the soft bed.

After a simple wash, he ate a homemade sandwich and hurried out.

His residence is a single apartment in Queens, New York.

This is the place where SHIELD arranged for him.

Although it is not too big, everything that should be there.

Especially the private garage on the first floor of the apartment allows Leon, a young man with an extraordinary career, to put his equipment and transportation in place.

Leon plans to drive to Washington on his second day after joining SHIELD.

There are two reasons for running to Washington, which is more than 300 kilometers away: One is to go to the Triskelion headquarters and submit the report of yesterday's mission; the other is to find a place to test the extraordinary skills that I have just learned.

That's right, before separating from Hawkeye last night, Leon gritted his teeth and learned Hawkeye's extraordinary skill [Sensitive Spirit]!

At that time, as the 10,000 EXP dissipated, the purple sphere of light on Hawkeye, like a supernova explosion, turned into starlight and slowly entered Leon's body.

At that moment, Leon immediately felt a tremendous change in his senses:

Hearing is better. You can hear the whispers of the tenants upstairs through the ceiling; dynamic vision is more potent, and it can even catch the rapid flapping of the wings of flies; the sense of smell is more sensitive, even the Mexican corn sold a block away. The taste of the cake can also be smelled.

The whole world seems to be suddenly enlightened!

Leon felt that if he had another fight with Hawkeye, he might be able to rely on the combined fighting skills of all genres to defeat the opponent!

Of course, it is necessary to hide strength properly.

Otherwise, it is difficult to explain why his reaction suddenly becomes so sensitive. . .

However, Leon, who had acquired extraordinary skills for the first time, couldn't bear the impulse in his heart and wanted to find a place to try his exceptional skills and their power.

Just in time, the Triskelion sent a message to Clint Barton, asking him to send someone to headquarters to submit a mission report.

From Leon's point of view, it was almost as if someone put a pillow on when he was sleepy.

Go to the Triskelion for sightseeing and test your extraordinary skills. It's killing two birds with one stone!

Therefore, Leon volunteered to take over this task.

In this way, he drove the 20th birthday gift Uncle Phil gave him, a newly launched silver Yamaha FZ-6N, and went to Washington, the capital of the United States.

A few hours later.

When Leon took his secret agent badge and parked his motorcycle in the open-air parking lot through layers of checkpoints, he was greeted by a unique but majestic conjoined building.

"Is this the Triskelion Building?"

Triskelion () is the largest headquarters of SHIELD and the heart of SHIELD.

The entire Triskelion building is located on the central island of the Potomac River in Washington, DC.

The island covers an area of about one square kilometer, all belonging to the boundaries of the Shield Bureau.

I wonder if it's the first time I have come to the Triskelion headquarters. Leon always feels that everything here looks very fresh.

However, the patchwork of plants and the road monitoring full of the technology say to everyone who wants to do things here: "Hey! Be careful! This is the site of Shield!"

Of course, Leon, the new Shield, didn't care too much, just silently observing the surrounding environment.

Although it is my first time coming to the Triskelion headquarters, I need to figure out where to follow. However, Leon is not a fool, so he'll ask!

After asking some SHIELD passers-by on the road, Leon quickly came to the main entrance of the Triskelion headquarters building.

Leon took out his secret agent badge and swiped it on the detector at the gate, and the automatic gate was immediately opened.

As soon as he stepped into the building, Leon found his outfit, which seemed incompatible with the people.

It was in the spring season. Leon just put on a thin windbreaker outside the white T-shirt, looking like a tourist visiting everywhere.

They formed a sharp contrast with the hurriedly dressed staff around.

As the public headquarters of Shield, it is also the most defensive headquarters. The number of people working in the Triskelion headquarters accounts for almost one-third of the entire Shield.

However, this does not mean that those who work in Shield are all agents like Leon and Hawkeye.

Researchers, logisticians, and even ordinary electricians and cleaners are all contributing their part to this vast building.

The support of hundreds of thousands of people and decades of development have allowed SHIELD to truly become the shadow of the world, the most mysterious but powerful intelligence agency.

And now, Leon has become one of them. . .

However, Leon could have been more excited.

He is thinking all over his head now. After submitting the report quickly, he will find a shooting range to test the extraordinary skills he has learned from Hawkeye.

Can his keen senses make his shooting skills reach a hundred shots?

He is looking forward to it very much.

In response to a few gazes mixed with various meanings, Leon came to the consultation desk leisurely and smiled at the lady at the front desk, "Hello, I am new to Shield Leon Coulson. How can I get to the Intelligence Department?"

The black-haired lady was fascinated by his smile, slightly pointed to the two o'clock direction, and subconsciously replied: "Huh? Go there and get on the elevator. It's on the 8th floor."

"OK, thanks."

After finishing speaking with a beautiful turn, Leon took his long legs and walked toward the elevator. This was seen by a certain brown-haired beauty standing on the second-floor aisle and leaning on the glass guardrail.

Leon came to the Intelligence Department, and after submitting the detailed report of yesterday's mission, he immediately turned and left under the curious eyes of the Intelligence Department.

The brisk pace and the faint smile on his face all described Leon's inner feelings at this time.

He can't wait to go to the shooting range to see how this [Sensitive Officer] skill can improve his reaction speed and shooting accuracy!

He pressed the elevator button, and it didn't take long before he came to the underground shooting range.

There are not many people at the shooting range. Over a dozen shooting windows, only five or six people are practicing.

After showing his ID, Leon picked a Glock 17, found the closest shooting window, put on goggles and earmuffs, and started shooting!

Bang, bang, bang.

The gunshots were continuous, without pause.

Leon poured out all 18 bullets in a magazine in just a few seconds!

Leon took off his earmuffs and put down his pistol. Leon looked at the target moving toward him, and an arc was drawn at the corner of his mouth.

Eighteen shots, all within the ten rings!

Just when Leon was indulged in his precise marksmanship, a cold female voice sounded behind him: "As expected to be the strongest newcomer."