I Have a Good Impression on Marvel

No matter which world it is, the generation gap will always be a major social problem.

Even Leon, who is close to full of charm, can't integrate into the wonderful world of little Harry and little Peter, these two gentlemen.

Therefore, after a brief chat with the two, Leon was left behind by the two and returned to drinking alone again.

Fortunately, the party started at this time, just in time...

"Ladies and gentlemen, let us applaud tonight's hero, Mr. Osborne!"

Introduced by a middle-aged man, Norman Osborn, with a high-spirited smile, leaned on the handrail of the stairs and slowly walked down from the second floor.

In the wide hall, deafening applause began to sound.

Many guests have turned their attention to the owner of the Osborne Group.

Jealousy, envy, admiration, longing...

Lyon, who was standing beside the bar, saw everyone's purpose and motive for coming here from the eyes of these people.

Some people come here to seek cooperation with the Osborn Group; some people come here to please Osborn; and some people come here by invitation.

Lyon is the third type.

However, he didn't just come over for a party, drink two drinks and leave.

You know, he still has a job to do...

Thinking of this, Leon suddenly felt that he couldn't be immersed in such a relaxed party atmosphere, and it was time to find a place where no one was there and have a private chat with Norman Osborn.

That being said, but when he saw the crowd around Norman Osborn, he felt that now was not the time.

So he shrugged, turned around, and sat down at the bar, enjoying his third martini.

However, before he could find Osborn, Osborn found him first.

"Mr. Coulson!"

A cry behind him woke Leon from the splendor in the glass.

Turning around, Leon saw a face that Chi-joo was holding, and was looking at him with a smile.

"Oh, Mr. Osborn, just call me Leon."

Norman Osborn was stunned for a moment, and immediately changed his words: "Lion, I'm glad you can come. I thought you, a busy person, would be unable to attend because of work..."

The two reached out and shook hands.

"You're joking, no matter how busy I am, I can't be as busy as your group president." Leon smiled and held up the wine glass in his hand, "Besides, if you know that there are so many good things in your wine cellar Wine, then even if I lose my job, I will definitely come as promised."

"Hahaha, if you like, we can go to the wine cellar to see my collection?"

Leon raised his brows, and then burst into a charming smile: "I'm happy!"

"this way please!"

I didn't expect the opportunity to talk for a few words to come so soon...

Leaving the luxurious hall of the villa, away from the chaos of the party, Lyon followed Norman Osborn, walked through a dim corridor, turned left and right, and came to the underground wine cellar at Osborn's house.

As soon as he entered the wine cellar, a burst of rich wine aroma, as if, got into Leon's nose.

Although he is not a master sommelier. However, judging from the size and decoration of the wine cellar, every bottle of wine here is a fine wine that can make drunkards intoxicated.

However, at this time, Lyon cared more about not the wine in the cellar, but the opportunity to be alone with Norman Osborn.

Leon glanced at the bodyguard who was guarding not far away, and then said, "I have a question. I want to ask Mr. Osborn for some advice. I wonder if you can tell the truth?"

"Oh? You said."

Norman Osborn seems to have noticed that Leon came to the wine cellar with him, not for the fine wine here,

But there is something I want to talk to him about.

Lyon took out a bottle of wine from Domaine de La Romanee-Conti from the wine rack on the side, and while admiring the color of the bottle by the light of the wine cellar, he whispered: "My identity, you must know very well."

"In addition to congratulating you on your birthday this time, I also want to ask you about the details of the last kidnapping incident."

Hearing Leon's words, Norman Osborn's brows gradually wrinkled, and the smile on his face also dissipated: "Isn't that event over?"

"Yes. But, according to our investigation, it's not as simple as it seems."

Putting the wine in his hand back on the wine rack, Lyon turned his back to Osborne, and continued: "Obviously, in this kidnapping incident, the opponent's goal, from the very beginning, was not money, but the research and development of the Osborne Group. a research project.”

"Interracial inheritance, am I right?"

As soon as he finished speaking, his entire body turned around.

Norman Osborn just looked into Leon's eyes quietly, smiling as always, as if he had acquiesced.

Looking at each other, Leon saw only calmness in the eyes of the other party.

"Of course, what technology your group is researching is your freedom and right, and we will never interfere." Leon spread his hands and said, pacing to Osborn's side, in a low tone , said: "However, I think, besides you, it seems that there are people who have taken a fancy to the preciousness of this technology."

"So, I thought, do you know anyone who is as interested in this technology as you..."

"Any clues will be very helpful to our investigation."

As the hostaged party, Norman Osborn is more urgent than Leon's agency, trying to find out who is behind it.

However, he has no clue...

Since the other party wants to help him investigate and provide some help, for him, there is no harm.

"Sorry, I don't know."

"This project called "Interracial Inheritance" is a new research project that Dr. Curtis proposed not long ago. Moreover, the research content has never been released to the public. The only people who know the research process of the entire project are me and Curtis. Dr. S. Two."

"In my opinion, Dr. Curtis did not need to do that."

"So, I can't figure out who the hell wants this technology that doesn't have much research results..."

From the conversation, Leon did not get too many clues from Osborn's mouth.

In order not to arouse the other party's disgust, he quickly gave up the idea of ​​continuing to ask: "So... well, I will disturb your interest."

"Nothing, let's continue enjoying the party, shall we?"

Leaving the wine cellar, Lyon bid farewell to Osborn by urinating.

He did not immediately return to the party scene, but walked down the corridor to the garden of the mansion.

Take a deep breath, fresh air, through the nose, into the lungs.

Looking at the stars in the night sky, Leon felt that this trial could not be considered a success - he did not get any information about the suspect.

At this moment, Leon, who was standing on the balcony, holding on to the guardrail, his eyes narrowed, and his eyes shot to somewhere in the garden:

"That is?!"