Superman

Facts have proved that Nick Fury's car skills are indeed good.

The peak morning shift in Washington, DC usually causes congestion for nearly half an hour.

But Ferry held the steering wheel with one hand, stepped on the accelerator, and went wild all the way.

Accompanied by the roar of the engine, the car under the hips shuttled between the dense traffic like a fish in water.

"Technology is good."

At an astonishing speed, after arriving at the Pentagon, Luke, who didn't feel too much bumps along the way, expressed affirmation of Fury's driving level.

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

When he was still studying, he often drove a tattered pickup to deliver goods.

Even in the terrible traffic environment of Manhattan, it can drive unimpeded.

"Lieutenant General Cavill..."

"You should call me the chief."

Luke corrected the call.

Many people like to call him by military rank.

Probably the identity of a war hero is far more compelling than the director of Aegis.

"Okay, Chief Cavill."

Nick Fury changed his words.

"I might stay at the Pentagon all day. If you have something to do, you don't have to wait here, just come back at night."

The corner of Luke's mouth curled up and said lightly.

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

"Does Chief Cavill need anything?"

Fury scratched his head. He didn't expect that being a driver would be so easy.

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

Luke's answer seemed full of profound meaning.

Nick Fury standing in front of him is not the one-eyed chief who will be full of secrets in the future and will never fully trust anyone.

The opponent has just stepped off the battlefield and has not experienced more battles, more dangers, and...more betrayals.

Therefore, Luke thinks it is necessary to adjust it.

Let the other party know the true face of this world first.

"Psychological quality..."

Watching the distant back of Superman Lieutenant General, Fury murmured.

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

I didn't intend to use my free time to do other things.

"Always feel what will happen today."

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

"I hope it's just my illusion. I heard that the Pentagon's pie tastes very good, wait and taste it."

With a relaxed thought, Nick Fury closed his eyes.

Is there anything more happier than fishing at work?

After a few minutes.

!

Before Fury's eyelids became heavier and he fell asleep, the sound of knocking on the car window woke him up.

"Is there a problem?"

Ferry rubbed his eyelids and maintained a good attitude.

Of course, at the same time he was also vigilant.

One hand opened the holster around his waist and held the sent gun.

The window was lowered, and a man about his age stood outside.

"I'm sorry, I thought you were Locke-I remember he was driving Lieutenant General Cavill before."

The man saw Fury's face clearly, he couldn't help but was taken aback. He seemed surprised, and quickly explained.

"Rock? You mean the guy who always frowns and speaks sternly? He went to another post, and now I am Chief Cavill's full-time driver."

Ferry said to the back and raised his head, his voice raised a few degrees.

Just like the management of the personnel department of SHIELD, as he thought.

This is a hot job that makes people contend for a breakthrough!

Anyone with a little bit of common sense knows that the rising momentum of that Superman Lieutenant General is unstoppable, and the future is even more unimaginable.

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

For those at the bottom of the power pyramid, their promotion sometimes does not depend on their personal abilities, but on the future of their bosses.

"Hahaha, you are really interesting to say, that guy Locke really likes to have a straight face, as if everyone owes him money."

The young man couldn't help but laughed.

"Congratulations, friend. This is a good job!"

Ferry nodded and agreed.

Drivers are a special position for senior political leaders.

The exact itinerary every day, who you have met, where you have been, etc.

None of the information that needs to be kept confidential can be concealed from the driver.

Therefore, you must have a reliable confidant in order to serve.

"Actually it's not that good. Director Cavill is a superman, he can fly."

Fury thought about it, and vomited: "In fact, if the Secretary wants to go to a certain place, or has an emergency, I don't need me at all."

"He moves by himself, much faster than I drive."

"Those generals don't want to see a Superman flying around, that will remind them all the time, Lieutenant General Cavill is not an extraordinary person."

The young man introduced himself with blinking eyes.

"Get to know, my name is Alexander Pierce, and I work in the Pentagon."

"You can call me Fury, I'm from SHIELD... the driver."

Out of social etiquette, Fury also reported his identity.

"You are an interesting person, Fury. I hope to see you next time. Remember to bring me a message to Locke and tell him-there will be activities at the Army Club on Saturday."

The young man who claimed to be Alexander Pierce said briefly, then turned and left.

With a smile on his face, he looks like a reliable guy who can easily win the favor of others.

"Civilian? I feel you are more suitable to be an agent."

Fury continued to lie back on the seat, muttering to himself.

"Army Club... I don't know if I can participate."

...

...

"You stay in the car all day?"

When night fell, Luke walked out of the Pentagon and got into the black car.

With the expansion of SHIELD, he has to deal with more and more tasks.

The anti-aging agents of the "SSS Project" have been put on the agenda, starting to manufacture the Stark series of power armor, as well as the establishment of mutant gene banks and the drawing of genetic maps.

Recently, after bringing back a few vampires as specimens, Trask has transferred his interest to longevity genes and self-healing genes.

All in all, the staff under the name of S.H.I.E.L.D. is constantly expanding in recruitment, and the operation of various research projects requires a large investment of funds.

The generals of the Pentagon, as well as the group of budget committee members, began to find that they couldn't support this behemoth.

"This time asking for money is not very successful."

Luke thought regretfully.

His source of funding is mainly Skynet, a joint stock company with Stark Industries, and government funding.

The profit of the former is not as exaggerated as expected.

The communication technology of this era is too backward, and artificial intelligence and Internet applications are only future scenarios that will appear in science fiction.

It is completely impossible to support SHIELD by simply selling mobile phones and operating charges.

As for the Italian mafia he brought to the North American continent, the group has gone to Las Vegas to open hotels and casinos.

Three months ago, the first legal casino license was obtained.

It is in the investment stage temporarily. If you want to recover the cost and make a big profit, it is estimated that you will have to wait a few more years.

Therefore, the most important angel investor of SHIELD is the government.

Only by squeezing their wool can they fill the pockets of Lieutenant General Superman.

"No. I wandered around. The Pentagon has banks, post offices, and various shops, no worse than the supermarkets outside."

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

"Recommend a fast food restaurant near the post office. His burgers are pretty 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.

"Director, are you going back to SHIELD or go elsewhere?"

"Go to the metropolitan area."

Luke's mouth curled slightly.

"Ok."

Fury replied, but felt a little strange in his heart.

The Washington metropolitan area is an important transportation hub, with highways and rail networks extending in all directions.

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

So late, Chief Cavill has to go to a hotel or bar for fun?

This is not like the other party's style!