Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh… Standing on the crane arm, approximately two hundred feet above the ground, the whistling wind constantly assaulted his ears. His wind-blown hair continuously brushed against the taut nerve in his heart.
If he hadn't put on goggles in advance and had the somewhat heavy parachute pack on his back, Leon might not have been as calm as he appeared.
He suddenly felt that proposing such a bold plan was practically a death wish…
Leon gripped the handles tightly with both hands, while carefully watching his footing, afraid that a misstep would send him plummeting two hundred feet to experience the sensation of freefall…
However, what pleased him was that by proposing this plan and personally taking part, Clint Barton had started to look at him in a new light, and his favorability had risen from "Indifferent" to "Amiable."
This meant that the requirement for him to learn skills from this super agent seemed within reach.
Over the past three years, Leon's greatest gain wasn't successfully integrating into this Marvel world and truly becoming a part of it; rather, it was figuring out the functions of the favorability system that came with his transmigration.
The greatest use of this system was that it allowed Leon to see other people's favorability towards him and learn various skills from them.
Just like the martial arts game "Taiwu Scrolls" he played before transmigrating, favorability also had levels.
By interacting with various people, he roughly deduced that the favorability system had seven levels, from lowest to highest: Stranger, Indifferent, Amiable, Enthusiastic, Fond, Intimate, and Unwavering.
When favorability reached the "Enthusiastic" level, Leon could not only see the skills held by the other party but also spend experience points to learn them.
Of course, since favorability had levels, it was impossible for skills not to have distinctions of quality. However, skill levels were not as easy to test as favorability.
So far, he had only seen two levels of skills: Ordinary and Excellent.
"Ordinary" level skills could be learned without any experience points.
This was also why he was able to transform from an average B-student to an excellent A-student just before the SAT exam.
After all, besides academic underachievers, his friends also included academic overachievers… And based on his years of testing, there must be even more powerful levels above "Excellent."
So, he joined S.H.I.E.L.D., on the one hand, to better participate in the various storylines of this Marvel world, and on the other hand, to use S.H.I.E.L.D.'s reputation to make contact with superheroes, thereby finding opportunities to learn their skills!
However, he never expected that as soon as he joined S.H.I.E.L.D., he would be assigned to Hawkeye, one of the Avengers… Speaking of Hawkeye, it is well known that he is a master marksman.
If Leon could learn his marksmanship, it would be of great help in improving his combat power.
After all, this was the man who was best at "shooting" in the entire Marvel world… At this moment, as Leon was somewhat distracted, a mischievous strong gust of wind suddenly swept towards the two men high in the sky!
Whoosh… Whoosh… Blown by the sudden strong wind, his body trembled slightly, and his feet almost slipped.
Even good-tempered Leon couldn't help but curse out loud: "Shit!"
Hearing Leon's curse, Clint Barton, who was walking ahead, stopped and asked loudly, "Leon! Are you alright?"
Gripping the handrails tightly, Leon shouted back to prevent his voice from being drowned out by the howling wind: "I'm fine, just startled by the damn wind, that's all…"
"Alright, we're almost there, just hold on a little longer!"
"OK!"
Clint Barton was right.
Looking forward from the crane arm, the exterior wall of the Oscorp Tower was almost within reach.
However, the biting cold temperature and the howling wind constantly reminded the two that they were over two hundred feet in the air. Every movement had to be done with extreme caution.
Taking the huge risk of falling from a great height, and spending about half an hour, Clint Barton and Leon finally reached the very end of the crane arm, which was the 18th-floor exterior wall of the Oscorp Tower.
Touching the building's exterior wall, Clint Barton once again gave Leon's bold plan a thumbs-up in his heart.
He hadn't expected them to actually succeed!
If the architectural blueprints weren't lying to them, the other side of this wall was precisely the monitoring center room!
At this moment, Leon, through the thermal goggles on his head, penetrated the exterior wall and saw the situation on the other side of the wall.
"One… two… From the thermal feedback, the enemies in the monitoring center are relatively scattered, two on the left, three on the right." Leon reported to Clint Barton beside him, while pulling out a disc-shaped miniature explosive device from his bulletproof vest pocket and sticking it on the exterior wall. "Sir, please give the order."
Clint Barton took out his compound bow from behind his back, while his other hand gripped the crane arm's handrail tightly, and said to Leon, "The right side is mine, the left side is yours, OK?"
"Understood."
"Then let's begin!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Leon pressed the remote control in his hand.
Bang!
With a muffled bang, a large hole was blown in the building's exterior wall!
The smoke caused by the explosion instantly filled the entire monitoring center.
"What?!"
"What happened?!"
The terrorists inside were all momentarily stunned by the sudden explosion, losing precious reaction time.
In that instant, two agile figures leaped in through the hole!
Leon rolled forward, and as he knelt on one knee, he instantly fired two shots.
Bang! Bang!
Simultaneously, three almost inaudible sounds echoed: Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
When Leon turned his head and looked to the right, he found that the three armed enemies on the right were all lying on the floor.
Their commonality was a sharp, black arrow lodged in each of their throats!
Needless to say, this was clearly the masterpiece of the marksman beside him.
Seeing that the enemies in the room were dealt with, Clint Barton casually patted Leon's shoulder and smiled, "Good shooting!"
"You too."
Leon's reply made Clint Barton stunned for a moment, then he laughed, "Haha, you really are an interesting guy…"
Leon shrugged and spread his hands, feigning a "Can't help it, I'm just that witty and humorous" look, "Many people say that"