Marvel’s 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 indifferent. 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, and he seems to be immersed in a sweet dream, Luke can't help feeling a little regretful.

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

　　 reached out and pulled up the slug 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 enjoying, Luke kissed the sleepy Malena on the forehead, and walked out the door wearing the general uniform of the major general.

　　 "Stark Industries."

　　 got into the black car, Luke said the location.

　　He is going to talk to that guy Howard about business.

　　Only with sufficient funds to maintain the normal operation of S.H.I.E.L.D., can we completely get rid of the constraints of the White House and the Pentagon.

　　 Otherwise, the money bag is pinched in other people's hands, and he doesn't even have the confidence to speak.

　　 Stark Industrial Building, located on Fifth Avenue in Manhattan.

　　 stands opposite the Empire State Building, which is currently 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!"

　　 Howard, with a moustache, 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 thinks about it a little bit and you know who it is.

　　 "I just went 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 with Erlang's legs tilted.

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

　　 is much more popular than Captain America, who is about to pass away, 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 saying: "If there is a goddess of wisdom in this world, then I think she has 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 ill."

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

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

　　 Seeing Howard entering Sage Time, Luke shook his head and laughed. The father and son of the Stark family are really the same.

　　The difference is that every time Tony goes to the underground laboratory to play around with those machinery after being drunk, he will vent his bursting inspiration and energy.

　　 And after his dad studied the atomic bomb, he seemed to have lost interest in ordinary things.

　　 "The Cube of the Universe can 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 instantly regained their brightness, and passionately rubbing his hands and asked: "When will it begin?"

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

　　 Luke offered conditions, and now I think it’s 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 on the top, it can be said to be sitting and enjoying the results, 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, and quickly nodded in agreement.

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

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

　　Human Resources +5

　　 SHIELD scientific research strength +5!

　　 Capital reserve +10!

　　 "Wait, did you come to me today to get me into S.H.I.E.L.D.?"

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

　　 "Swap the title of a research consultant for Universe Rubik's Cube, and you won't suffer."

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

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

　　 He thought for a moment, and then he 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 industry enterprise, any judgments made by Howard should be based on reasonable consideration of the company's interests.

　　 This is correct, and it doesn't make him feel dissatisfied.

　　 "I am not short of money."

　　 Luke put down his wine glass, leaned on the sofa, and said this kind of truth that is 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~www.ltnovel.com~ Now Luke, with 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 director 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. work in a 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 going 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 Laboratories in the United States produced the first mobile phone in the field.

　　 In 1958, Leonid Kuplyanovich, a Soviet engineer, made further improvements to the mobile phone, reducing the weight of three kilograms to five hundred 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 communications industry at the moment is like a gold mine waiting for others to mine.