Super Detective in the Fictional World

Thinking about it, Phil hesitated slightly, or he said, “Do you want to send me one of those two pictures? ”

Luke sent him pictures with pleasure.

At that point, Phil took out a smartphone, but it was quite different from the style of a titanium phone.

Obviously, S.H.I.E.L.D. has created its own version of the smartphone.

Luke wasn't surprised, he wasn't selling money, and S.H.I.E.L.D. wanted to know that all the spare parts for titanium phones ordered a few calls at a time.

The cell phone system certainly doesn't hold up to S.H.I.E.L.D. experts either, because Luke doesn't use very high technology.

Smartphone technology will be fully diffused up to next year, and patent protection is fundamental to cell phone companies' profitability, so it doesn't matter if they are imitated by S.H.I.E.L.D.

In fact, Ginny once said that several telecommunications companies have joined the wireless network in recent months, and smartphones will certainly lead to explosive growth next year.

Obviously, those who perceive the role of this mobile phone network have begun to enter, most likely with the official United States meaning.

Luke's multifaceted system also needs to be more careful, and there are a variety of surveillance programs on the Internet that ordinary people don't know about.

At the end of the chat, Luke looked at Phil and shook his head: "Sit in my car. ”

Phil: "Ah? ”

A moment later, the two of them sat on the pickup truck, and Phil looked at the surveillance on the tablet in front of him and said, "Though I know you're a tech player, it seems to be faster than we did, and the technology isn't too bad."

Luke pulled his own backpack out of the back of the car, took out a big cowhide paper bag and put it between two people: "Homemade cake, eat some. ”

Phil hesitated, or picked up the cake and took a bite: "Hmm? Who did this? ”

Luke: “Me. ”

Phil opened his eyes and turned his head to look: "You... make cake? ”

Luke: “It's okay. If you're not a detective, opening a pastry shop can feed you. ”

When Phil heard this, he stunned for a moment and suddenly the color faded and forgot to eat the cake.

Luke noticed his anomaly, but didn't ask, just chatting: "Don't eat too casually, the doughnut in the bag at the convenience store doesn't taste good. ”

He took two more bottles of guanara from his backpack and handed it over: “It's okay to drink this, it's pure and natural, and refreshing. ”

Phil looked at the backpack a little strangely: "You come out with so much food? ”

Luke smiled softly: "My partner and I both consume a lot of energy and like to have a little snack. To get a stomach ulcer early or something, we put some food and drinks in the car almost anytime. ”

Felton turned away embarrassingly.

Compared to Luke, his middle-aged man was really embarrassed by the Coulsons, and he was better off taking care of himself than a big kid.

Luke didn't sit much longer, just chatted with Phil for a few minutes and drove away.

He left Phil with a big bag of cake and a few bottles of drinks, and jokingly said that Phil wouldn't be hungry here.

Phil looked away at the F150, silent for a long time.

Until the F150 disappeared, he went back to his car and unconsciously looked at the big bag of cakes and drinks. The color seemed a little happy, but it was dark.

Luke thinks things aren't that complicated.

For Phil, he had long speculated.

He didn't want to test Phil's relationship with himself until he had real information, which could be done slowly.

But Phil arrived here, and he made up his mind to complete the preparations as soon as possible.

Every time this guy shows up, there's bound to be S.H.I.E.L.D. agents picking up boxes.

To a certain extent, this is also a form of "luck", which is just not good for his men.

Luke doesn't plan on getting himself the same collar as his men, so he needs to do more prep work.

On the way home, the phone came.

Luke picked up two sentences, hung up and waited a few hundred meters on the flat edge of the hill while turning on all the lights on the F150, and the red, blue, and yellow flashes were noticeable even at noon.

Soon after, a series of cars appeared in the distance, then turned slightly and drove towards the F150.

Get off the lead sedan with a big man in a suit.

He was wearing a suit, a reddish face and rough hands, and a loud voice to prove that he was not a Sven.

The Suit Man and Luke shook hands: "Mr. Coulson, everything you asked for is ready. This is the first batch, and they will go back and pull the second batch as soon as they unload it, will they start now? ”

Luke admired this single-knife person, nodded immediately, and took a roll of drawings out of his backpack, pointing to the flat not far away, and said: "Right here, just fix it. ”

The man in the suit took the drawings and just looked at them for a moment, his face was full of surprises: “Is this it? ”

Luke: “That's it, but be quick, not bad quality. ”

The man in the suit wanted to ask one more question, but suddenly he thought of the General Manager's reddish face and the look of shouting "big business," and he swallowed the words into his mouth.

Even a civil dog has a brain for making money.

He paid for it, and that's what they said.

This customer has already paid a lot of money upfront. What does he want to build a pile of blocks in the wilderness? Just give me the money and let me build myself a big shit pit.

Quickly confirm Luke's formalities, make sure there is no legal problem fixing the building blocks here, and the man in the suit picks up the walkie-talkie directly: “Start construction. ”

At his command, a series of heavy cards in the back began to unload pulled building materials, mainly cement and steel bars, as well as various machines, all of which were quickly and orderly, in the name of the engineering team that had been urgently transferred from Dallas.

As the rambling machine started, Phil on the hill heard the noise, drove over for a moment, a little suspicious, and called Luke.

He scratched his head when he hung up a few words: "This kid is not afraid to get beat up for fixing anything on Drax's land. ”

Suddenly, he thought of something and shook his head helplessly: "The old man couldn't help beating him. ”

He didn't pay much attention to what Luke was up to, or he didn't really want to -- he took the cake and the juice, so what?

So he couldn't help but pick up another cake and eat it: “This craft is almost like Gloria's, hey...”

Speaking of a name he rarely mentioned again, and thinking of another name he hardly dared recall, his divine color dimmed again.

“If you were alive, you'd be proud of him!” He mumbled and looked at the blue sky, which was clearer in the sun, and his heart was empty.

On the hill, only that black sedan parked there alone.

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