Chapter 509

"Do you have time in the evening?"

Hearing this sentence, Lyon, sitting at his desk and looking at the quarterly financial documents, couldn't help but give a meal.

Casually put down the document and slowly raised her head. What came into view was Ophelia's charming smile.

Seeing that the other party didn't look like a fake, Leon gently raised his eyebrow and then smiled:

"Are you asking me out?"

"Yes, can't you?"

While she was talking, Ophelia unconsciously stepped forward, crossed the desk and leaned forward a little.

"By the way, it seems that there is no rule in the company that the Secretary can't ask the boss out..."

There are only Lyon and Ophelia in such a large president's office.

Perhaps, because of this, she will be so bold and direct

A faint fragrance wafted through his nose, and Lyon's eyes passed in front of each other's chest, leaving only a faint spring light.

The goblin, knowing that his white shirt is a little transparent, also deliberately wears black lace

With such a murmur in his heart, Leon looked calm and said:

"Of course, the company will not restrict employees' private personal life."

Her green eyes flashed a smile, and the corners of Ophelia's mouth turned up slightly, as if she had a winning ticket:

"Shall we meet at the same place at eight o'clock tonight?"

"Yes."

"See you that night..."

Seeing Ophelia leave the office with her red high heels, Lyon's soft eyes suddenly changed and became a lot more fierce.

The smile on his face gradually converged.

Ophelia's invitation seems ordinary, but there is a mystery.

Although Lyon and Ophelia are in Nirvana, there is a superior subordinate relationship. However, outside of work, they are friends and ambiguous objects.

It's okay to make an appointment. It's not very strange.

But the premise is that Ophelia is an ordinary person

Don't forget, this blonde is not an ordinary secretary, but one of the leaders of Hydra!

She lurked around Lyon for some ulterior purpose.

Especially at this juncture, Ophelia suddenly asked herself out. Lyon didn't think right.

You know, the insight program will be officially launched in a month.

Hydra at this time, I wish Leon would mind his own business. How could he take the initiative to create a moth to attract his attention?

At the thought of this, Leon frowned and a thought suddenly came into his mind:

Can it be said that Ophelia finally doesn't want to continue acting and wants to lead herself into a trap so that the Hydra killer can kill herself?

be on the cards.

However, according to the logical inference just now, it is unlikely.

After thinking about it, Lyon felt that he had only one choice to find out the truth.

Turning around and looking up at the hot sun in the sky, Lyon narrowed his eyes involuntarily and whispered:

"Night, I hope it will come soon..."

。。。。。。

As the sun set, night soon fell on New York, covering the metropolis with a mysterious veil.

Located in upper Manhattan, outside a French restaurant called "Les arms del'ange".

"Good evening, Mr. Colson."

He nodded with the two stout men in suits who stood at the door. Lyon tidied up the cuffs of his suit a little, pushed open the door and entered the restaurant.

Leon, who had just walked in from the door, looked around and immediately found something wrong.

There was no one else in the restaurant except a blonde elf sitting on a table in the middle of the hall.

It's time for dinner, and it's very popular here

Needless to say, Ophelia did all this.

Soldiers will block, water and earth cover, I want to see what you want to do

Thinking so, Leon opened his long legs, came to the table, opened his seat and sat down.

"Here you are..."

After looking up and down at Ophelia's dress, a trace of amazement flashed in Lyon's eyes.

It has to be said that Ophelia, a woman, has a charm that men can't take away their sight.

Not only her perfect appearance and figure, but also the charm emanating from the inside. The mysterious power that makes men obedient is as beautiful and deadly as Poppy!

Whether it's an ordinary white shirt with a hip wrap skirt, or this set of light green embroidered cheongsam, as long as it's worn on her, it can show a different aesthetic feeling.

Cheer up, Leon joked as he pulled out a cigarette from the cigarette box:

"I was asked to dress formally again and wrapped up the whole restaurant. People who didn't know thought you were going to propose to me..."

Hearing the speech, Ophelia just smiled and didn't answer.

She just looked at Leon quietly, lit the cigarette at her fingertips, put it into her mouth, and finally spit out a faint mist.

Silence seems to be the only communication between the two at this moment.

After taking a hard breath and letting the fog slowly spit out from his nostrils, Lyon casually put the remaining half of the cigarettes on the ashtray and said:

"Come on, you're so serious. There must be something you want to tell me."

As soon as the voice fell, Lyon's blue eyes met Ophelia's green.

After looking at each other for a moment, Ophelia finally lost first.

"You are the first..."

Lyon was surprised by the ambiguous words and asked:

"What first?"

Ophelia leaned forward slightly, put her elbows on the table, held her chin, and looked at Leon quietly as if she were looking at a loved one.

However, the next second, from the tempting red lips, there were chilling words:

"The first man I'm not willing to kill!"

Hearing the speech, Lyon frowned, but for a moment, he stretched out again.

"Ha ha, I'm really honored..."

Then he bowed slightly and made a European gentleman's salute to Ophelia.

Speaking of this, Lyon was almost sure that Ophelia's next words, if not "do it!", would be to pick up the cup, fall down and shout "kill him for me!"

However, just as he was secretly tightening his muscles to prepare for the enemy's attack, Ophelia's next words were unexpected:

"You should have heard the name Hydra? Agent Lyon..."

Hearing Ophelia's call to break his identity, Lyon was a little stunned, then shrugged and replied:

"Of course, the crazy science organization founded by NZ in World War II has disappeared into the long river of history after being defeated by the U.S. captain and the former scientific strategy corps of the Divine Shield Bureau..."

Hearing the speech, Ophelia smiled disdainfully, opened her red lips and said:

"In fact, they did not die, but lurked deeply..."

"And I am one of the Hydras!"