Superman of the American Comics

Nick Frey doesn't know why lieutenant general Superman recruited himself, but that doesn't prevent him from agreeing.

Weekend weekend, triple pension, single apartment in New York, luxury suite in Las Vegas, and Casino VIP customer treatment

These are all benefits that the CIA does not have.

If those colleagues were to know, they would certainly scramble to break their heads and run to the s.h.i.e.l.d. to apply for a job, even as a temporary worker.

When an agent is not using love to generate electricity, in the face of higher salary and better conditions, everyone knows what to choose.

Young Frey is no exception, although he has some doubts in his heart.

"What exactly does lieutenant general Carville like about me?"

This is what makes Frey feel puzzled when he leaves the office.

As a nobody in the CIA, he has no amazing resume.

Led the team to arrest several Soviet spies, which is the largest and most meritorious operation Frey has participated in since he joined the intelligence service.

Compared with the legendary agents on various dangerous missions within the CIA, Frey is nothing at all.

Lieutenant general Carville's praise just now is more like polite words and has no authenticity.

The only CIA can have an equal dialogue with each other may be director Vandenberg, who is also a lieutenant general.

If the s.h.i.e.l.d. wants to recruit itself, it only needs to send a letter or notice.

There is no need for lieutenant general Carville to go out in person, which is really abnormal.

"What strengths do I have that I don't know, but lieutenant general Carville found?"

Frey walks into the elevator with such questions. He will go through the entry formalities tomorrow, sign an employment agreement and become a glorious s.h.i.e.l.d. agent.

I'm sure to invite CIA's colleagues to dinner tonight.

This is a necessary program.

Frey had begun to look forward to the envy of the guys when they knew he had tripled his pension - well, it didn't seem that anyone would really want the money immediately.

"My grandfather always warned me that while maintaining goodwill, he also had the mentality of always being vigilant."

As the elevator went down, Frey returned to the hall and looked up at the shiny silver eagle emblem.

As a black man suffering from discrimination, he does not believe that there is no good will in the world for no reason. Everything is driven by interests.

In young Frey's opinion, even Luke's choice to recruit himself because his ass is cocky enough is more convincing than simple appreciation.

Of course, the above is a completely unreasonable assumption.

In the political and military circles centered in Washington, D.C., who did not know that Luke had a beautiful Italian lover and was very close to miss Carter, the commander of the s.h.i.e.l.d.

Moreover, according to grapevine sources from unknown sources.

Even the representative of the mutant side, the White Queen of the Hellfire club, actually had an improper affair with him.

Therefore, how could lieutenant general Carville, who has such a romantic and amorous reputation, be interested in Frey.

Even if it's more dangerous than hip raising, it's Superman's comrade in arms. American captain Steve Rogers is more dangerous.

"A new life is about to begin."

Young Frey got rid of these questions and reached out to stop a taxi.

He is ready for a bright future, promotion and salary increase, the kind of person who reaches the peak of his life.

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"Are you optimistic about this new agent? It's rare for you to waste your precious time on a nobody."

Luke stood in front of the French window with his chest in his hands, watching Nick Frey as he left.

Behind him came the voice of an acquaintance. It was Howard full of vitality.

"I just want to cultivate a capable helper. With the expansion of s.h.i.e.l.e.l.d., Carter has to deal with more and more heavy work. Such a large organization can't rely on her alone."

Luke turned around. After several days of recuperation, Howard looked much more energetic. He must have recovered from the crazy juice of female vampires.

"How are you doing? Getting along well with that Soviet scientist?"

Howard curled his lips and mentioned scientific research. He made no secret of his genius arrogance.

"It can only be said that Anton Vanke is a good assistant. At least he can keep up with my rhythm. After I finish the design ideas and specific plans, he won't show a chimpanzee like dull expression."

Look, this pungent sarcasm, harsh evaluation, with obvious stark family style.

"Howard, I have a hunch that sooner or later you will be killed because you are so good at talking."

Luke twitched in the corner of his mouth. He finally understood Trask and why Dr. Zola didn't want to talk to Howard.

During the normal rest time, the two who are also top scientists would rather fight a meal back to the office and enjoy it alone than avoid the chattering iron man father.

No way, this guy can always destroy others' strong appetite and good mood quickly and effectively.

"Don't look at me now from the perspective of the past."

Howard looked innocent and said solemnly, "everyone who knows me knows that I am actually elegant, easygoing, approachable and easy to talk."

"Where is your power armor?"

Luke smiled and cut off the subject.

"It will take some time before it is put into use, especially with regard to materials. I'm waiting for your surprise gift bag."

Howard took a document in his hand and threw it on the table.

"By the way, I've been to you several times before. Carter said you've gone... Kathmandu. You're going to take a trip to purify your mind. What's going on?"

"As Peggy said, I did go to Kathmandu."

Luke readily admitted that there was no need to hide.

"Not only that, I have additional gains."

Pop!

He snapped his fingers.

The fingertips ignited a flame.

Then.

The faint light was drawn in an arc.

Like living creatures, they change into different shapes.

Like a wonderful trick, it makes people dizzy.

"I am now a high-level mage who has successfully graduated and is recognized by Kama Taj."

Luke raised his mouth and whispered.

master?

Howard stayed for a few seconds and said sincerely with unprecedented respect: "respected Master, I want to learn this!"

The exuberant thirst for knowledge and the burning flame of curiosity immediately occupied his heart.

After seeing vampires and werewolves, Howard was very calm about the setting of magic in the world.

"Then you have to wait for a while. The headmaster of the mage training school recently went on a business trip."

Luke shrugged, anticipating Howard's reaction.

Obviously, science and women can't satisfy iron man's father. This guy needs more exciting things.

Learning magic is a good option.

By the way, iron man seems to have been a supreme MAGE - a timeline in the future.

"Back to business, how's the matter I asked you to investigate?"

Luke cleared his throat and said positively.

He looked around with his super vision and didn't miss a trace of detail.

Super hearing shrouds the room and doesn't let go of any abnormalities.

Until he confirmed that there was no problem in his office, he continued to say, "I didn't tell Carter about listening to the president and the White House. I just told you."

"I haven't found anything wrong for the time being."

Howard touched his moustache and said half jokingly, "if this matter gets out and the director of Divine Shield secretly monitors the Oval Office of the White House, I'm afraid it will cause an uproar. You may not be able to get off the stage at that time."

Luke curled his mouth. It's nothing strange.

In about 20 years, a president will be forced to resign because of similar events.

"Why do you doubt the president? How can there be problems with so many secret service personnel and bodyguards around him!"

Howard asked puzzled.

"In addition to sensitive intuition, I found some clues - about the White House."

Luke opened the drawer in his right hand and threw some blurred photos and a report to Howard.