Marvel's Superman

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Don't join pat reon in the next two days if you're planning to. Because month is about to end.

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The next day, early morning.

Luke took a deep breath and lifted his head from Malèna's full breasts.

The world was bleak, and the hearts of the people were cold. Only bed activities could provide some warmth.

"I wanted to exercise in the morning ..."

Luke couldn't help but feel a little pity when he saw the afterglow of the woman beside his pillow and seemed to be still immersed in a sweet dream.

Although Malèna worked hard, last night's exercise wasn't gratifying.

He was reaching down and pulling up the thin quilt that had slipped off to cover the Sicilian darling's shoulder. Luke rolled out of bed and went into the bathroom.

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

"This kind of quiet life is desirable. "

Luke began to stretch his muscles. After becoming a Superman, he still hadn't put down his 100 push-ups and 100 sit-ups routine.

He ordered breakfast through room service.

After enjoying the meal, Luke kissed a sleepy Malèna on the forehead and walked out the door in his Major General's uniform.

"Stark Industries. "

When he got into the black sedan, Luke told the driver the location.

He was going to talk business with Howard.

Only with sufficient funding to keep S.H.I.E.L.D. running properly, it could escape from the constraints of the White House and the Pentagon completely.

Otherwise, while the purse was held in someone else's hand, he wouldn't even have the right to speak.

Stark Industries' building was located on Fifth Avenue in Manhattan.

It stood opposite the Empire State Building, which was currently the tallest building in the world.

Luke's clothes were conspicuous, like an unimpeded entry permit.

"Why do you have time to visit me today, Major General Cavill? -- Damn, you're moving up faster than a rocket!"

Howard, who had a mustache, smiled and brought over two glasses of whiskey; the receptionist called a long time ago to say that an unusually young military Major General had come to visit.

Howard knew who it was with little thought.

"I just had to come back to New York, so I'm here. Drinking in broad daylight, you have indulged. "

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

Because the Manhattan project was disclosed, the other party was in the limelight recently.

He's much more popular than the out-of-fashion Captain America and Superman, who gradually reduced their public appearances.

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

Howard drank a mouthful. With a lazy look, he frowned and said, "If there's a goddess of wisdom in this world, then I think she has already left me. "

"Ever since the Manhattan Project's research group was disbanded, my heart has been empty, and no number of women can fill it. "

Luke raised his eyebrows and smiled, "You look pretty ill. "

"Yes, that's what Jarvis said. I even had sex with three pretty girls at once, but it still didn't work. "

Howard looked at the ceiling and spoke with a melancholy expression, "After a short period of pleasure, there's an endless emptiness. Everything is so dull and tasteless. "

Seeing Howard almost speaking like a sage, Luke shook his head and laughed. The Stark family father and son were the same.

The difference is that every time Tony was in high spirits, he would go to his underground tinkering room to play with those machines and vent his sense of excitement and energy.

After studying the atom, his father seems to have lost interest in ordinary things.

"Can the Tesseract interest you and bring back your desire for knowledge and vitality?"

Luke took a sip of whiskey. As if he saw a fish on the hook, he lightly said, "I remember you were interested in it. "

The lonely and empty Howard suddenly turned over and sat up. His eyes instantly regained their light, and he rubbed his hands with passion. He asked, "When do we start?"

"After you join S.H.I.E.L.D. The Tesseract is a top-ranking item. Access wouldn't be granted by non-personnel. "

Luke threw out the conditions. Now, he thought it would be better for Nick Fury, the third generation Director.

Carter and Howard laid the foundation, and Alexander Pierce laid the framework.

Wait until the hard-boiled egg Director is on top. It could be said; he only needed to sit on his hands and think of various ways to appropriate public funds.

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

Howard didn't think much and nodded quickly.

He was almost like a sage and desperately needed a challenging problem to stimulate his empty mind.

Luke was quite satisfied. Bringing Howard in was great.

Human resources +5!

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

Capital reserves +10!

"Wait, you didn't come to see me today just to get me into S.H.I.E.L.D, did you?"

After nodding in agreement, Howard seemed to react and looked at Luke with eyes as if he was looking at a schemer, "Give me back my feelings!"

"The Tesseract, for a scientific research consultant title. You're not losing anything. "

Luke ignored Howard's complaint and continued, "Back to the topic, I came to see you today for other things too. I want to talk business with you. "

When it came to business, science, and women, Howard usually showed 100% seriousness.

After thinking for a moment, he thought carefully and said, "Talking about business ... Stark Industries recently won two orders from the Defense Department, and its military factory and weapons research and development center is saturated in industry. "

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

"Howard, you misunderstood my meaning."

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

This is correct and won't make him unhappy.

"I'm not short of money."

Luke put down his glass, leaned back on the sofa, and uttered this somewhat ostentatious truth.

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

The funding for S.H.I.E.L.D. has been approved, and the site has been confirmed.

Now Luke has an enormous budget of $16 million, so he wasn't short of money.

Ten million dollars in this era was plenty enough.

Although it is not his personal property, as S.H.I.E.L.D, Director, embezzlement of public funds was naturally a traditional niche, there would be no problem.

"Congress did me the honor of not letting S.H.I.E.L.D. stay in the same dilapidated building as the FBI. "

Luke said this because intelligence agencies such as the FBI and CIA were established to work in a few old apartments near the White House, and the funding allocated to their activities was only $450,000.

Compared to them, S.H.I.E.L.D has been very well-favored.

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

Howard shrugged his shoulders and corrected his attitude, "Let me hear what the youngest Major General on American soil, and the greatest war hero of all time, has to say about his ideas for making money. "

"Does Stark Industries have any idea of entering the communications industry?"

Luke was ready to build mobile phones and communication networks before the age of communication would arrive.

The reason why he thought this way was simply because he wasn't used to the era when information transmission was too backward.

In the 1940s, Bell Telephone Laboratories in the United States manufactured the first digital scrambled speech transmission system.

In 1958, Leonid Kupriyanovic, an engineer of the Soviet Union, made further improvements to the handheld transceiver, reducing the weight from 3 kg to 500 grams.

The wireless phone, the size of bricks, had to wait until 1973 when researched by an engineering technician from Motorola, Martin Cooper.

The current communications industry was like a gold mine waiting to be mined.