Superman

The next day, early morning.

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

The world is cold and people are cold, and only ______ can provide some warmth.

"I wanted to do morning exercises..."

Seeing the eyebrows of the person next to the pillow, there is still a lingering rhyme, as if he is still immersed in a sweet dream, Luke can't help but feel a little regretful.

Although Malena worked hard, the exercise last night was not very enjoyable.

Reaching out to pull up the thin sheet that had fallen, covering the shoulders of the Sicilian sweet, Luke rolled over and got out of the bed and walked into the bathroom.

After washing, he opened the heavy curtains that blocked the light to welcome the rising sun of a brand new day.

"This kind of peaceful life is really desirable."

Luke began to stretch his muscles and bones. After becoming Superman, he still did not put down a hundred push-ups, a hundred sit-ups and other daily training.

Ordered a breakfast through room service.

After eating, Luke kissed the sleepy Malena on the forehead, and walked out the door wearing that major general uniform.

"Stark Industries."

Get into the black car, Luke tells the location.

He was going to talk to the guy Howard about business.

Only by having sufficient funds to maintain the normal operation of SHIELD can we completely get rid of the constraints of the White House and the Pentagon.

Otherwise, the money bag is held in the hands of others, and there is no confidence to speak.

Stark Industrial Building, located on Fifth Avenue in Manhattan.

Opposite the Empire State Building, which currently remains the tallest building in the world.

Luke's conspicuous outfit is like an unimpeded pass.

"Why did you come to see me leisurely today, Major General Cavill--Tsk tsk, your promotion speed is faster than the Rockets!"

With a moustache, Howard smiled and brought two glasses of whiskey.

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

Howard thought about it for a moment and knew who it was.

"It just happened to be back to New York, so I came here. Drinking in broad daylight, you really have enough indulgence."

Luke took the wine glass and looked at Howard, who had his legs up.

Because of the disclosure of the Manhattan Project, the other party's recent limelight is flourishing.

It is much more popular than Captain America, who is dying, and Superman, who is gradually reducing his appearance in public.

"You don't understand, Luke. This is a sign of emptiness."

Howard gave himself a sip, with Ge You lying lazily, frowning and said: "If there is a goddess of wisdom in this world, then I think she has already left me."

"Since the Manhattan Project research group was disbanded, my heart has become empty, even if there are no more women to fill it."

Luke raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "It looks like you are very sick."

"Yes, Jarvis said the same. I even tried sex with three beautiful girls at once, but it was still useless."

Howard looked at the ceiling and said with a melancholy look: "After a short period of joy, there is endless emptiness. Everything is so dull."

Seeing Howard entering Sage Time, Luke shook his head and laughed. 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 around with the machinery, venting his inspiration and energy.

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

"Can the Cube of the Universe arouse your interest and make you find your thirst for knowledge and vitality?"

Luke took a sip of whiskey, as if he saw a fish bait, and said lightly: "I remember you were very interested in it."

The lonely and empty Howard suddenly rolled over and sat up, his eyes regained the brightness in an instant, and he rubbed his hands passionately and asked, "When will it begin?"

"After you join S.H.I.E.L.D.E.L.D.. The Cosmic Cube is the highest-level containment object. Non-inside personnel are not allowed to contact.

Luke offered the conditions, and now it is better for the three-generation director Nick Fury.

Carter and Howard laid the groundwork, and Alexander Pierce set the framework.

When the director of the stewed eggs is in charge, it can be said to sit back and enjoy the benefits, just think of various ways to embezzle public funds.

"S.H.I.E.L.D.? The reorganized Strategic Science Corps? No problem!"

Howard didn't think much, nodded quickly and agreed.

He is in the time of the sage, and urgently needs a challenging problem to stimulate the empty mind.

Luke was quite satisfied, and it couldn't have been better to get Howardella in.

Human Resources +5

S.H.I.E.L.D. scientific research strength +5!

Capital reserve +10!

"Wait, you came to me today to get me into SHIELD, right?"

After nodding his head and agreeing, Howard seemed to react, looking at Luke with the eyes of a scumbag, and said bitterly: "Return my touch!"

"Cosmic Cube changes the title of a research consultant, and you won't suffer."

Luke ignored Howard's complaint and continued: "Back to the point, there are other things to come to see you today. I want to discuss business with you."

When the topic involves business and science, and women, Howard usually shows a 100% serious attitude.

He pondered for a moment, then deliberated the sentence and said: "Talking about business... Stark Industries has just won two orders from the Ministry of Defense. The military factory and weapons research and development center under its name are basically in a state of business saturation."

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

"Howard, you misunderstood what I meant."

Luke waved his hand to interrupt the other party. As a businessman and the helm of a military industrial enterprise, any judgments made by Howard should be based on reasonable consideration of the company's interests.

This is correct and does not make him feel unhappy.

"I am not short of money."

Luke put down his wine glass, leaned on the sofa, and said this kind of truth that was a bit of a show off.

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

S.H.I.E.L.D. funding has been approved, and the site selection has been determined.

Now Luke, holding a huge amount of 16 million in his hand, is indeed not short of money.

Tens of millions of dollars in this era are strong enough.

Although it is not his personal property, as the head of Aegis, embezzling public funds is naturally a traditional art, and there is no problem.

"Congress still gave me some face and didn't let S.H.I.E.L.D. stay in the dilapidated building like the FBI."

Luke said this because intelligence agencies like the FBI and the CIA could only work in a few old-fashioned apartments near the White House at the beginning of their establishment, and the funds allocated for activities were only 450,000 US dollars.

Compared with them, SHIELD has been very favored.

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

Howard shrugged and said with a correct attitude: "Let me hear, the youngest major general in the United States, the greatest war hero, what good ideas does he have to make a fortune."

"Does Stark Industries have any ideas for entering the communications industry?"

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

The reason for thinking like this is only because he is not used to this era of too backward information transmission.

In 1940, Bell Labs in the United States produced the first battlefield mobile phone.

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

There are two brick-sized wireless phones, and they will have to wait until 1973 to be developed by Martin Cooper, an engineering technician from Motorola.

The current communications industry is like a gold mine waiting for others to mine.