Superman of the American Comics

Chapter 199 Making Money and Sweeping Wool, First Meeting with Pierce

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

The morning rush hour in Washington, D.C., usually creates nearly half an hour of congestion.

Ke Fury held the steering wheel with one hand, stepped on the accelerator, and drove all the way.

Accompanied by the roar of the engine, the car under the buttocks shuttles through the dense traffic like a fish in water.

"The technology is good."

After arriving at the Pentagon at an astonishing speed, Luke, who didn't feel too much bumps along the way, affirmed Fury's driving level.

The latter had a smug look on his dark face.

When he was still a student, he used to deliver goods in a battered pickup truck.

Even in a traffic environment as bad as Manhattan, it can drive unimpeded.

"Lieutenant General Carville..."

"You should still call me Chief."

Luke corrected the caller.

Many people like to call him by his military rank.

Probably the reason why the identity of a war hero is far more eye-catching than the director of S.H.I.E.L.D.

"Okay, Chief Carville."

Nick Fury rephrased.

"I'm probably going to be in 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 had prepared a good show and was waiting for the curtain to open.

"What does Director Cavill need?"

Fury scratched his head, he didn't expect being a driver to be so easy.

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

Luke's answer seemed to be full of deep meaning.

The Nick Fury standing in front of him was not the one-eyed director who would hide a full stomach of secrets and never fully trust anyone in the future.

The opponent had just stepped off the battlefield, and hadn't experienced more battles, more dangers, and... more betrayals.

Therefore, Luke thinks it is necessary to tune it up.

First let the other party know the true face of the world.

"Psychological quality..."

Watching the back of Superman Lieutenant General going away, Fury muttered.

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

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

"It always felt like something was going to happen today."

Fury lowered the back seat and leaned up into a more comfortable position.

"I hope it's just my imagination. I heard that the Pentagon pie tastes good, I'll try it later."

With a lighthearted thought, Nick Fury closed his eyes.

Is there anything else that can make people feel happier than fishing at work?

After a few minutes.

dong dong!

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

"Is there a problem?"

Fury rubbed his eyelids, maintaining a good attitude.

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

With one hand, he opened the holster around his waist and held the issued gun.

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

"I'm sorry, I thought you were Locke—I remember he was the one who drove Lieutenant General Cavill before."

When the man saw Fury's face clearly, he couldn't help being stunned for a moment, as if surprised, he quickly explained.

"Lock? You mean that guy who always frowns and speaks with a straight face? He went to other jobs, and now I'm Chief Cavill's full-time driver."

Fury spoke to the back, raised his chest and raised his head, his voice raised a few degrees.

Like the management of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s personnel department, he thought.

This is a hot job that gets people fighting over their heads!

Anyone with a bit of common sense knows that the rise of the superman lieutenant general is unstoppable, and the future is even more unimaginable.

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

At the bottom of the power pyramid, their promotion sometimes does not depend on their personal ability, but on the future of their boss.

"Hahaha, it's really interesting what you said. That guy Locke really likes to keep a straight face, as if everyone owes him money."

The young man couldn't help laughing.

"Congratulations, friend. That's a good job!"

Fury nodded in agreement.

For high-level politicians, the driver is a special position.

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

None of these information that needs to be kept secret can be hidden from the driver.

Therefore, you must have a reliable confidant to be in charge.

"It's not that good actually. Chief Cavill is Superman, he can fly."

Fury thought about it for a while, and complained: "In fact, if the director wants to go somewhere, or has something urgent, he doesn't need me at all."

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

"Those generals wouldn't want to see a superman flying around, it would be a constant reminder that Lieutenant General Cavill is not extraordinary."

The young man's eyes flickered and he introduced himself.

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

"You can call me Fury, I'm the...driver of S.H.I.E.L.D."

Out of social etiquette, Fury also reported his identity.

"You are an interesting person, Fury. I hope to meet again next time. Remember to send a message to Locke for me and tell him-there is an event at the Army Club on Saturday."

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

He always had a smile on his face and seemed like a reliable guy who easily won people over.

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

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

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

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"You've been in the car all day?"

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

As S.H.I.E.L.D. expanded, so did his workload.

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

Recently, Trask turned his interest to longevity genes and self-healing genes because he brought back several vampires as specimens.

All in all, the staff under the name of S.H.I.E.L.D. are constantly being recruited, and the operation of various research projects requires a lot of investment.

The generals in the Pentagon, as well as those on the budget committee, are starting to find themselves unable to support this gold-eating behemoth.

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

Luke thought regretfully.

His sources of funds are mainly Skynet, which is jointly held with Stark Industries, and government funding.

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

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

It is completely impossible to support S.H.I.E.L.D. simply by selling mobile phones and making operating charges.

As for the Italian mafia that he brought to the North American continent, those people have already gone to Las Vegas to open hotels and casinos.

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

It is currently in the investment stage. If you want to recover the cost and make a lot of money, you may have to wait a few more years.

Therefore, the most important angel investor of S.H.I.E.L.D. is the government.

Only by plucking their wool can the superman lieutenant general's pocket be filled.

"No. I've looked around. The Pentagon has banks, a post office, and all kinds of stores. It's no worse than the super mall outside."

Fury grinned, his teeth looking extremely white against his dark complexion.

"Recommend a fast food restaurant near the post office. Their burgers are quite good."

Luke glanced at the night outside the window. Dark clouds obscured the stars and the moon. It was a good day for nocturnal creatures to hunt.

"Director, are you going back to S.H.I.E.L.D. or somewhere else?"

"Go to the metropolitan area."

Luke's mouth curled up slightly.

"Ok."

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

The metropolitan area of ​​Washington is an important transportation hub, with highways connecting various places and a rail network extending in all directions.

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

It's so late, and Director Cavill still needs to stay in a hotel, or have fun in a bar?

This is not like the other party's style!

(End of this chapter)