Superman

Chapter 81-Teslak, Father of the Sentinel

"Back to the Pentagon."

Walking out of the Army Club, Luke got into the black limousine parked at the door.

When he thought of what Rogers said just now, he couldn't help but smile.

How can SHIELD without Captain America!

Before Nick Fury, form an Avengers cheerleader.

Then cheer for yourself and shout for cheer, which seems to be a very interesting thing.

If the two armies face each other in the future, the Zetaru fleet will line up.

Looking at Thanos, the director of the Universe Family Planning Commission, there are so many people and the scene is huge.

When I got here, I was alone.

Isn't it very lacking in noodles!

Therefore, recruiting troops is imperative.

Except for Captain America who is considering retiring, Luke is also preparing to pull in that guy Howard to make a big number.

Adding Carter as a managerial talent can almost constitute a general framework.

Otherwise, the newly established S.H.I.E.L.D. Bureau has only two or three big cats and kittens, which would be too bleak.

"General, here it is."

Hearing the driver's reminder, Luke, who outlined the blueprint for the future, opened his eyes.

Through the lowered car window, he saw a huge complex of buildings.

The black car drove in for a long time, passed through the door guards on the outside, and came inside.

The Pentagon was established because the War Department was involved in conflicts after the outbreak of World War II. The staff expanded rapidly and there was an urgent need for a place where they could centralize their offices.

At that time, the army was scattered in various places, such as the National Mall, Maryland, and Virginia.

In the event of a traffic jam, or a railway suspension, there are not enough people to hold a meeting.

After intense discussions at the hearing, Secretary of the Army Henry Stimson barely said, “If I don’t pay the money, I’ll die outside.” Congress reluctantly agreed to this reasonable request and approved it near the Potomac River. A piece of land.

Otherwise, the members of the budget committee may not really nod their heads loosely.

For them, it doesn't matter if they are pointed at their ancestors for the eighteenth generation, but when it comes to money, don't blame everyone for turning their faces and denying people.

Luke had a headache thinking that SHIELD’s funding had not yet been applied for.

He didn't want to learn from the Secretary of the Army's rascal posture of asking for money and life. It would be a shame to speak out.

"It seems we still have to seize the opportunity to make money."

When Luke Shiran got out of the car, the strangely young face and the epaulettes with two silver stars on the straight military uniform immediately attracted the attention of many people.

This strange building with a pentagonal appearance was officially authorized and approved by Congress in 1941.

It was only completed and put into use the year before last, and a huge amount of US$87 million was invested.

Most of the staff who can enter the interior are middle and senior officers of the Ministry of the Army and agencies of the Ministry of National Defense.

Many of them recognized Luke's identity, tried to restrain the urge to ask for a signature, and turned around to whisper.

This shows that for celebrity auras, even Pentagon officers have little resistance.

Luke did not squint, kept his aura as a big brother, and went all the way.

The lobby on the first floor of the Pentagon is a bank, post office, bookstore, clinic, telegraph office, and various shops.

The second floor is called the "Golden Hall" because the office building is covered with golden carpets and specializes in holding various joint meetings.

And Luke's office is located on the third floor.

That is the office of the Secretary of Defense and the Department of the Army. There is also a "Heroes Hall" in the corner of the corridor to commemorate the winners of the "Highest Medal of Honor" since the Independence War.

There are more than 3,000 bronze medals in it with their names, hometowns and resumes engraved on them. They are all outstanding soldiers who made heroic sacrifices in the war.

The photos of Luke himself were hung with Marshall, Eisenhower, and MacArthur in the "memorial corridor" for public display.

"General, you are here."

Seeing Luke coming in, the female secretary sitting outside the office quickly got up.

"The guest you met has already arrived."

Seeing a blonde, curvaceous and beautiful secretary, Luke had to feel the corruption of capitalism.

That is, I am determined and not good at female sex.

Otherwise, who can withstand other people.

The temptation of uniforms, coupled with the heavy ground of military planes, makes it difficult to build a zipper door without learning Clinton.

Luke secretly slandered himself, smiled and nodded, while pushing open the door of the side meeting room.

Inside sat a small, middle-aged man who looked like a dwarf.

The other party stayed peacefully in the chair, with a somewhat worried look on his face.

"Hello, General! This is Bolivar Teslak."

Seeing Luke strutting and pushing the door in, Bolivar hurriedly jumped out of his chair and greeted respectfully.

With his height, he had to lift his neck very hard to see the appearance of this young major general.

"Have you been waiting, Mr. Teslak. Please sit down."

Luke, who sat in the chair, said gently.

He looked at Bolivar without showing a trace, despite his short stature and not surprising appearance, he was actually a giant of knowledge.

Not only is he famous in biogenetics, he has published many far-sighted papers, especially for the mysterious answers to human DNA, but also put forward some incredible views.

Even in the Marvel world where genius scientists are worthless, they can be considered the number one person.

But for Luke, what Bolivar is interested in is his research on mutants.

This dwarf scientist will be the "father of the sentinel" in the future.

In a certain timeline, mutants were almost wiped out, and by the way, the source of all evil of mankind was wiped out.

"General Cavill, don't know what you can do?"

Bolivar asked cautiously.

At this time, he had not founded Teslag Industries, let alone an internationally renowned weapons expert.

Therefore, facing the celebrities of the military and the local war heroes, it is inevitable to feel nervous and have no confidence in speaking.

"Mr. Teslak, I have read some of your papers, it is very interesting to be honest."

Luke crossed his fingers, touched his elbows on the table, and said lightly: "You think there is some kind of magical code that opens the door to evolution in human genes. He even claimed that there may be something more than humans in this world. A powerful new race."

"General, listen to me! I am definitely not a racist! I am not even a Na (na) cultist!"

For some reason, Bolivar turned pale with fright, and explained nervously: "I do not agree with the Aryan superman theory of the Mustache Head. Please don't get me wrong! I also donated money to the country during the war. Yeah!"

Luke was stunned on the spot, how could he scare the future "father of the sentry" into this way before he got to the point?

Then, he changed his mind and understood the reason.

In recent years, cutting-edge doctrines such as human race and genetic research are easily associated with the extreme racism of the Third Reich.

Presumably Bolivar had suffered such a big loss before, and suffered from the sequelae of the shadow of the snake.

"Don't be afraid, Mr. Teslak, I just want to talk to you about the'mutants'."

Luke waved his hand and motioned to the other party to relax and stop being so nervous.

"I agree with your papers and opinions, so I invite you over."

This time it was Bolivar's turn to be stunned. He couldn't believe that a young major general with high authority would be interested in his research theory?

"Major General Cavill, do you also know mutants?"

The dwarf scientist asked cautiously.

"Of course, I not only know, but I have seen it with my own eyes."

Luke smiled slightly, but he kept the Hellfire Club on his notebook, and sooner or later he had to settle the account.