Superman of the American Comics

The next day, early in the morning.

Luke took a deep breath and lifted his head from Malena's full chest.

The world is cold, the people are indifferent, only______ To provide some warmth.

"I wanted to do morning exercises..."

Seeing the corner of the eye and the tip of the eyebrow of the person beside the pillow, there was still a lingering rhyme. It seemed that he was still immersed in a sweet dream. Luke couldn't help but feel a little pity.

Although Malena worked hard, she didn't enjoy her exercise last night.

Reaching out to pull up the falling thin quilt and cover the Sicilian's shoulder, Luke turned out of bed and went into the bathroom.

After washing, he opened the heavy curtains to block the light and welcomed the rising sun of a new day.

"This quiet life is really desirable."

Luke began to stretch his muscles and bones. After becoming Superman, he still didn't put down 100 push ups, 100 sit ups and other daily training.

Through room service, I ordered a breakfast.

After enjoying it, Luke kissed Malena's bleary eyed forehead and walked out of the door in his major general uniform.

"Stark industries."

Get in the black car and Luke says the location.

He's going to talk to Howard about a business.

Only with sufficient funds to maintain the normal operation of the Divine Shield bureau can we completely get rid of the constraints of the White House and the Pentagon.

Otherwise, if you hold the money bag in others' hands, you won't even have the confidence to speak.

Stark industrial building is located on Fifth Avenue in Manhattan.

It stands opposite the Empire State Building, which currently maintains the world's tallest building.

Luke's conspicuous dress was like an unimpeded pass.

"Why are you free to come to see me today, major general Carville - tut Tut, your promotion speed is even faster than the rocket!"

Howard, with two moustaches, smiled and brought two glasses of whisky.

The front desk had already called and said that an unusually young major general of the army had come to visit.

Howard knows who it is with a little thought.

"I just came back to New York, so I came here. You're really indulgent enough to drink in broad daylight."

Luke took the glass and looked at Howard with his legs crossed.

Because the Manhattan plan has been disclosed, the other party is in the limelight recently.

It is much more popular than the passing captain of the United States and Superman who gradually reduces his appearance in public.

"You don't understand, Luke. It's a sign of inner emptiness."

Howard gave himself a mouthful, a lazy look of ge you, frowned and said, "if there is really a goddess of wisdom in this world, then I think she has left me."

"Since the dissolution of the Manhattan Project research team, my heart has become empty. No matter how many women can fill it."

Luke raised his eyebrows and said with a smile, "it seems that you are very ill."

"Yes, Jarvis said the same. I even tried to sleep with three beautiful girls at once, but it still didn't work."

Howard looked at the ceiling with his eyes and said with a melancholy face: "after a short period of happiness, there is endless emptiness. Everything is so insipid."

Luke shook his head and laughed when he saw Howard entering the sage time. The stark family's father and son were really the same.

The difference is that every time Tony is drunk, he will go to the underground laboratory to play with those machines to vent his inspiration and energy.

After his father studied the atomic bomb, he seemed to lose interest in ordinary things.

"Can the cosmic magic cube arouse your interest and restore your thirst for knowledge and vitality?"

Luke took a sip of whisky and said faintly, "I remember you were very interested in it."

The lonely and empty Howard suddenly turned over and sat up. His eyes instantly returned to high light. He rubbed his hands with passion and asked, "when will it start?"

"After you join the s.h.i.e.l.e.l.d. Bureau, the cosmic magic cube is the highest level of shelter, and non insiders are not allowed to touch it."

Luke threw out the conditions. Now I think Nick Frey, the third generation director, is better.

Carter and Howard laid the foundation, and Alexander pierce set the framework.

When the director of the marinated egg is on the top, it can be said that he will enjoy his success. As long as he thinks of various ways to misappropriate public funds.

"S.h.i.e.l.d.? Reorganized strategic science corps? No problem!"

Howard didn't think much and nodded quickly.

At the time of sage, he urgently needs a challenging problem to stimulate the empty mind.

Luke was quite satisfied. It would be great to bring in Howard della.

HR + 5

Scientific research strength of s.h.i.e.l.d. + 5!

Capital reserve + 10!

"Wait, did you come to me today just to pull me into the Divine Shield bureau?"

After nodding his head and agreeing, Howard seemed to react. He looked at Luke with the eyes of the slag man and said, "return my touch!"

"If you change the title of scientific research consultant, you won't suffer."

Luke ignored Howard's complaint and continued, "back to the point, I came to see you today for something else. I want to talk about business with you."

When it comes to business and science, and women, Howard usually takes it 100% seriously.

He thought for a moment and thought about the sentence: "talk about business... Stark industry has just won two orders from the Ministry of defense recently. Its military factory and weapons R & D center are basically in a state of business saturation."

"If you are short of money, I can..."

"Howard, you misunderstood me."

Luke waved to interrupt each other. As a businessman and at the helm of a military enterprise, any judgment made by Howard should be based on reasonable consideration of the interests of the company.

This is correct and will not make him dissatisfied.

"I'm not short of money."

Luke put down his glass and leaned back on the sofa to tell such a somewhat flashy truth.

Before going out, Colonel Phillips called and told him good news.

The funding of s.h.i.e.l.d. has been approved, and the site has been determined.

Now Luke, with a huge fund of 16 million, is really not short of money.

Ten million dollars in this era is strong enough.

Although it's not his personal property, as director of aegis, misappropriating public funds is naturally a traditional artistic skill. There's no problem.

"Congress still gave me some face and didn't let the s.h.i.e.l.d. stay in the dilapidated building like the FBI."

Luke said this because intelligence agencies such as the FBI and CIA could only work in several old apartments near the White House at the beginning of their establishment, and the allocated funds for activities were only $450000.

Compared with them, s.h.i.e.l.l.d. has been very preferential.

"Well, it looks like you really want to talk about business."

Howard shrugged, straightened his attitude and said, "let me hear what kind of good ideas he has for getting rich, the youngest major general and the greatest war hero in the United States."

"Does stark industry have any idea of entering the communication industry?"

Luke is ready to integrate mobile phones and communication networks before the era of communication.

The reason why he thinks so is only because he is not used to this era when the transmission of information is too backward.

In 1940, Bell Laboratories in the United States manufactured the first field mobile telephone.

In 1958, Leonid kupriyanovic, a Soviet engineer, made further improvements to the mobile phone, reducing the weight of three kilograms to 500 grams.

The two brick size wireless phone was developed by Martin Cooper, an engineer and technician from Motorola, in 1973.

The current communications industry is like a gold mine waiting to be mined by others.