Superman of the American Comics

Facts have proved that Nick Frey's driving skills are really good.

The morning rush hour in Washington, D.C. usually results in nearly half an hour of congestion.

But Frey grasped the steering wheel with one hand and stepped on the accelerator.

With the roar of the engine, the cars under the buttocks shuttle between the dense traffic like fish in water.

"Good technology."

After arriving at the Pentagon at an amazing speed, Luke, who didn't feel too many bumps on the way, affirmed Frey's driving level.

The latter's dark face showed a touch of pride.

When he was still studying, he often drove a broken pickup truck to deliver goods to people.

Even the bad traffic environment in Manhattan can drive smoothly.

"Lieutenant General Carville..."

"You'd better call me director."

Luke corrected the other party's name.

Many people like to call him by rank.

Probably the reason why the identity of war hero is far more eye-catching than that of director aegis.

"All right, director Carville."

Nick Frey diverted.

"I may have to stay at the Pentagon all day. If you have something to do, you don't have to wait here. Just come back in the evening."

Luke said faintly with an arc in the corner of his mouth.

He prepared a good play and waited for the curtain to open.

"Does director Carville need anything?"

Frey scratched his head. He didn't expect to be so easy as a driver.

"The only thing you need to prepare is probably good enough psychological quality."

Luke's answer seemed to be full of deep meaning.

Nick Frey, standing in front of him, is not the one eyed director who will hide a lot of secrets and will never fully trust anyone.

The other side has just left the battlefield and has not experienced more battles, more dangers, and... More betrayals.

So Luke thought it necessary to adjust it.

First let the other party know the true face of the world.

"Psychological quality..."

Looking at the back of lieutenant general Superman, Frey muttered.

He sat back in the car, turned on the radio and listened quietly.

I don't intend to use my free time to do something else.

"I always feel what will happen today."

Frey lowered the back seat and leaned up in a more comfortable position.

"I hope it's just my illusion. I heard that the pie in the Pentagon tastes good. I'll try it later."

With a relaxed thought, Nick Frey closed his eyes.

What else can make people feel happier than fishing at work?

In a few minutes.

Dong Dong!

Before Frey's eyelids became heavy and fell asleep, the sound of knocking on the window woke him up.

"What's up?"

Frey rubbed his eyelids and maintained a good attitude.

Of course, he was also vigilant.

Open the holster at the waist with one hand and hold the matching gun.

The window went down and a man of his age stood outside.

"I'm sorry. I thought you were Locke - I remember he drove lieutenant general Carville before."

The man saw Frey's face and was stunned. He seemed surprised and quickly explained.

"Locke? You mean the guy who always frowns and speaks with a straight face? He's gone to another post. Now I'm director Carville's full-time driver."

Frey said the back, raised his head and raised his voice several degrees.

Just like the management of the personnel department of the Divine Shield Bureau, as he thought.

This is a hot job for people to break their heads!

People with a little common sense know that the rising momentum of lieutenant general Superman is unstoppable, and the future is unimaginable.

Who doesn't want to hold this thigh tightly and become a loyal supporter of the other party.

For the minions at the bottom of the power pyramid, their promotion sometimes does not depend on their personal ability, but on the future of their boss.

"Hahaha, you're really interesting. Locke really likes to keep a straight face, as if everyone owes him money."

The young man couldn't help laughing.

"Congratulations, friend. It's a good job!"

Frey nodded in agreement.

Driver is a special position for senior politicians.

The exact itinerary of each day, who I met, where I went, etc.

These confidential information cannot be concealed from the driver.

Therefore, we must have a reliable confidant to serve.

"In fact, it's not that good. Director Carville is superman. He can fly."

"Make complaints about the fact that if the director wants to go to a certain place or has urgent affairs, he will not need me at all," Frei said.

"He acts on his own, much faster than I drive."

"Those generals don't want to see a superman flying around. It will always remind them that lieutenant general Carville is not mortal."

The young man's eyes twinkled and introduced himself.

"Meet me. My name is Alexander Pierce. I work as a civilian in the Pentagon."

"You can call me Frey. I'm the... Driver of s.h.i.e.l.d."

Out of social etiquette, Frey also reported his identity.

"You're an interesting person, Frey. I hope to meet you again next time. Remember to give Locke a message and tell him that there's an activity at the Army Club on Saturday."

The young man who claimed to be Alexander Pierce said a simple word and turned away.

He always has a smile on his face. He looks like a reliable guy who can easily win the favor of others.

"Civilian? I think you're better suited to be an agent."

Frey continued to lie back in his seat and muttered to himself.

"The Army Club... I don't know if I can join."

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"You've been in the car all day?"

When night fell, Luke walked out of the Pentagon and took a black car.

With the expansion of s.h.i.e.l.d., he has to deal with more and more work.

The anti aging agents of the SSS plan have been put on the agenda. The stark series power armour has been built, and the establishment of the mutant gene pool and the mapping of the gene map have been carried out.

Recently, Trask turned his interest to longevity gene and self-healing gene because he brought back several vampires as specimens.

In a word, the staff under the name of s.h.i.e.l.l.e.l.d. are constantly expanding, and a lot of funds need to be invested in the operation of various research projects.

The generals of the Pentagon and the Budget Committee began to find that they couldn't afford to feed the gold devouring beast.

"It's not very successful to ask for money this time."

Luke thought regretfully.

His main sources of funding are Skynet, which is jointly owned by Stark industries, and government grants.

The former's profit is not as exaggerated as expected.

Communication technology in this era is too backward. What artificial intelligence and Internet applications are only future scenes in science fiction.

Relying solely on selling mobile phones and operating charges, it is impossible to support the Divine Shield Bureau.

As for the Italian mafia he took to the North American continent, they have gone to Las Vegas to open hotels and casinos.

Three months ago, I got the first legal casino license.

It belongs to the investment stage for the time being. If you want to recover costs and make a lot of money, it is estimated that you will have to wait a few more years.

Therefore, the most important angel investor of the Divine Shield bureau is the government.

Only by collecting their wool can we fill lieutenant general Superman's pockets.

"No. I went around. The Pentagon has banks, post offices and various stores, which is no worse than the super mall outside."

Frey grinned, and his teeth looked particularly white against his dark complexion.

"Recommend the fast food restaurant near the post office. His hamburger is quite good."

Luke glanced at the night outside the window. Dark clouds covered the stars and moon. It was a good day for nocturnal creatures to hunt.

"Chief, are you going back to the Divine Shield Bureau or somewhere else?"

"Go to the metropolitan area."

Luke's mouth tilted slightly.

"OK."

Frey agreed, but he was a little strange.

Washington's metropolitan area is an important transportation hub, with highways and railway networks extending in all directions.

Due to convenient transportation and developed economy, many high-end hotels and underground bars are opened there.

So late, director Carville is going to stay in a hotel or a bar for fun?

It's not like each other's style!