Daisy in Marvel World

Chapter 212

Daisy left Stark's sight and immediately sent a message to the maid, asking her to kill Ivan Vanke. The fewer people in this world who can make an ark reactor, the better.

"When do you need to start?"

"ASAP."

The conversation between the two was concise and concise. Daisy believed that the maid who had the ability to transform into smoke should not take it too easy when killing an unconscious person.

Back at the SHIELD headquarters, she changed into a scientific research white coat, and with the help of Stark's ideas, she joined the experts in SHIELD to start technical research.

At the same time, workers were instructed to build two reactors.

In the evening, a message came from the maid, "It has been killed."

"This is not a personal grievance..." Daisy sighed, deleted the message, and continued to busy with her work as if nothing happened.

Not only to carry out technical research, but also to participate in aircraft carrier modification tasks, in order to reduce pressure, she called Hill back again.

"I don't understand technology, what's the use of calling me back?" Hill was wearing the standard uniform of an agent, walking steadily, with a meticulous expression, while Daisy was a little poorly dressed, with fluffy hair and a thick bag in her hand. A stack of sub-drawings.

The two strolled on the deck of the aircraft carrier. Daisy's excuse was to discuss business, and a bunch of idlers and others naturally retreated.

"Is your father okay?" Daisy asked casually.

"As usual, staying in that house is better than returning to the game." Hill didn't really want to talk about her family affairs, but she hesitated and said a few words lightly.

The two chatted and walked. At first, they were very serious on the deck, in the main control room. Later, Daisy proposed to visit Hill's bedroom, and the style of the painting suddenly turned crooked...

In the eyes of outsiders, the two officers must be discussing official business, but the actual situation is not satisfactory.

"Your bedroom is not small, as expected of the captain." Daisy sighed while visiting Hill's bedroom. Most soldiers only have a rest room of more than ten square meters, while Hill's bedroom is more than 200 square meters.

There is no lack of various furnishings in the room, and the furniture is stacked just like normal life. It is not obvious that this is on an aircraft carrier.

Back in her own room, without the attention of her subordinates, and without the need to maintain the majesty of the captain, Hill obviously relaxed a lot. She lay on the sofa without image, letting Daisy watch around.

"It's not as good as your big villa." Hill's words were a little sour. Born in an environment where money was paramount, it would be a lie to say that he was not envious, but Hill felt that he really had no ability to make money.

"Do you have any secrets to making money? In order to maintain the morale of the agents on the mothership, some money must be spent, but the funds allocated by the bureau are too little." When it comes to money, Hill is a little annoyed.

As the captain of the mothership, she is now the person in charge of the sub-base. Although it is not like those Nimitz-class aircraft carriers with 6000 or 3000 people at every turn, there are nearly [-] special agents, soldiers and employees dispatched by her daily.

It took her a lot of work to keep these crew members in an optimistic and positive state during the voyage.

24-hour food supply, experienced chefs, all kinds of indoor amusement facilities she can think of, and a small part of it is realized by relying on her own contacts, but the enthusiasm of the crew can only be maintained at a low level. In the final analysis, everything Still no money.

When money was mentioned, Daisy was embarrassed for a while. She really didn't know how to introduce her advanced experience with braised eggs.

In its report to the Security Council, the marinated egg clearly stated the use of 55 billion US dollars, which is to carry out the development of the first flying aircraft carrier in human history.

Whether it is the council, the military, or the high-level members of the government and Congress who knew about it, they all felt that this number was a bit large, but considering the military's promise to let S.H.I.E.L.D.

Including the money for the three reactors, the total research and development funds decided by Nick Fury became 38 billion in Daisy's hands...

She tacitly did not mention the specific amount, and acquiesced that the money in her hands was 55 billion.

She did the same thing, and she followed the rules. The actual budget of 5000 million for steel was allocated 4000 million in three installments until the project was completed, but she still reported 5000 million.

The reactor is like this, the steel is like this, and the same is true for various materials. According to her calculation, 30 billion can complete the modification.

She doesn't have any psychological burden. For her, this is hard money. In order to save materials and prevent Hill from flying and falling, she really worked hard and used artificial intelligence to help. Complete the modification without reducing the quality of the mothership.

All kinds of intricate accounts have to be settled, and at the same time, they have to be transferred back to their own accounts in a concealed manner. Daisy and the maid joked that she seemed to be doing accounts in her dreams.

She earned 17 million through countless efforts, and the marinated egg took at least [-] billion. This is the difference caused by different positions.

But this advanced experience can only be understood by heart, she can't tell Hill, and she can't even mention it.

From the perspective of the headquarters, the less funds in the hands of the sub-bases, the easier it is to control. It is fair to say that whether it is the Pierce era or the Nick Fury era, they are controlling the finances of the sub-bases to maintain the authority of the headquarters.

Daisy, who regarded herself as the director, certainly would not poach her own corner. She taught Hill a way, and the rest of the sub-base followed suit. In the end, it was her who was unlucky, at least she thought it was herself.

For this reason, Daisy can only help Hill think of a few ways to increase income and reduce expenditure. In fact, coffee does not need to be provided for free all the time. The sea is so cool, and the air conditioner can also be turned off at a suitable time. Sports activities on the mothership are held as appropriate, and other measures. .If it doesn't work, she can contribute some funds privately, but the sub-base's finances must be strictly controlled.

During the fierce battle, they heard a knock on the door.

The voice of "Duk Tuk" was neither urgent nor slow, but to the ears of the two beauties it sounded like bombing thunder.

Hill turned pale with fright, and gave Daisy a hard look, meaning it's all your fault, what should I do now!

"Let's just say we're resting. We'll talk about it tomorrow if we have anything to do." Daisy leaned against her ear, her voice extremely low.

It's a pity that before Hill could speak, the person outside the door spoke first: "Hill? Are you there?"

It was the voice of their common best friend Sharon Carter.

Hill's hair was a little messy, and she gave Daisy what to do with her eyes.

Daisy waved her hands desperately, signaling that Sharon should not see her.

It took a long time for the two to make eye contact, and Sharon outside seemed to feel something was wrong, and the suspicion that belonged to the secret agent emerged: "Are you okay? Hill, are you there?"

(End of this chapter)