Superman of the Marvel Universe

The next day, early morning.

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

The world is cold and people are indifferent. Only ______ can provide some warmth.

"I originally wanted to do some morning exercise..."

Luke couldn't help but feel a little pity when he saw that the person next to the pillow still had lingering charm in his eyes and brows, as if he was still immersed in a sweet dream.

Although Marlena worked hard, last night's exercise was not very enjoyable.

Reaching out, he pulled up the thin quilt that had fallen down and covered the shoulders of this lovely Sicilian. Luke got out of bed and walked into the bathroom.

After washing up, he opened the heavy curtains that blocked the light and welcomed the rising sun of a new day.

"This kind of peaceful life is really desirable."

Luke began to stretch his muscles. After becoming Superman, he still did not put down the daily training of one hundred push-ups and one hundred sit-ups.

Ordered breakfast through room service.

After enjoying the meal, Luke kissed the sleepy Marlena on the forehead and walked out of the door wearing the regular uniform of a major general.

"Stark Industries."

Getting into the black car, Luke told the location.

He was going to talk to that guy Howard about a deal.

Only by having enough funds to maintain the normal operation of SHIELD can we completely get rid of the many constraints of the White House and the Pentagon.

Otherwise, the money bag will be in someone else’s hands, and you won’t even have the confidence to speak.

Stark Industries Building, located on Fifth Avenue in Manhattan.

It stands opposite the Empire State Building, which currently remains the tallest building in the world.

Luke's conspicuous attire was like an unimpeded pass.

"Why do you have the time to come see me today, Major General Cavill - tsk tsk, your promotion speed is simply faster than a rocket!"

Howard, who had a mustache, smiled and brought two glasses of whiskey.

The front desk had already called to say that an unusually young Army major general was visiting.

Howard thought about it for a while and knew who it was.

"I just happened to be going back to New York, so I came here. Drinking in broad daylight, you are really indulgent."

Luke took the wine glass and looked at Howard, who had his legs crossed.

Because of the disclosure of the Manhattan Project, the other party has been in the limelight recently.

It is much more popular than Captain America, who is about to expire, and Superman, who is gradually reducing the number of appearances in public.

"You don't understand, Luke. It's a sign of emptiness inside."

Howard took a sip for himself, looked like Ge You was lying lazily, frowned and said: "If there is really a goddess of wisdom in this world, then I feel that she has left me."

"Since the Manhattan Project research team was disbanded, there has been an emptiness in my heart that no amount of women can fill."

Luke raised his eyebrows and said with a smile, "It looks like you are quite ill."

"Yeah, Jarvis said the same thing. I even tried sleeping with three pretty girls at once and it still didn't work."

Howard stared at the ceiling and said melancholy: "After the short-term joy, there is endless emptiness. Everything is so boring."

Seeing Howard entering the 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 gets drunk, he will go to the underground laboratory to play with the machinery and vent his overwhelming inspiration and energy.

After his father studied the atomic bomb, he seemed to have lost interest in ordinary gadgets.

"Can the Universe Rubik's Cube arouse your interest and help you regain your curiosity and vitality?"

Luke took a sip of whiskey, as if he saw a fish taking the bait, and said calmly: "I remember you were very interested in it."

Lonely and empty, Howard suddenly turned over and sat up, his eyes instantly regained their brightness, and he rubbed his hands passionately and asked, "When will it start?"

"Wait until you join SHIELD. The Cosmic Cube is the highest-level containment object and non-internal personnel are not allowed to touch it."

Luke put forward the conditions. Now that I think about it, the third generation director Nick Fury is more comfortable.

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

When Director Ludan takes office, it can be said that he will enjoy the benefits and just think of various ways to embezzle public funds.

"SHIELD? The reorganized Strategic Science Corps? No problem!"

Howard didn't think much and nodded quickly in agreement.

He was in his sage time and needed a challenging problem to stimulate his empty mind.

Luke was quite satisfied, it would be great to bring Howard in.

Human Resources +5

SHIELD's scientific research strength +5!

Fund reserve +10!

"Wait a minute, are you coming to me today just to drag me into SHIELD?"

After nodding in agreement, Howard seemed to come to his senses and looked at Luke with the same eyes as a scumbag, and said bitterly: "Give me back my touch!"

"Change the title of Cosmic Rubik's Cube to a scientific research consultant, and you won't suffer any loss."

Luke ignored Howard's accusation and continued: "Back to the topic, I came to see you today for other reasons. I want to discuss a business with you."

When it came to business and science, and women, Howard was usually [-] percent serious.

He thought for a moment, carefully weighed his words and said: "Talk about business... Stark Industries has just recently won two orders from the Ministry of Defense. The military factories and weapons research and development centers under its name are basically in a state of saturation."

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

"Howard, you misunderstood me."

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

This was correct and did not displease him.

"I'm not short of money."

Luke put down his wine glass, leaned on the sofa, and said such a truth that showed off his wealth.

Before leaving, Colonel Phillips called and told him good news.

Funding for SHIELD has been approved and the location has been determined.

Now Luke has a huge capital of 600 million, and he is indeed not short of money.

Tens of millions of dollars in this era are strong enough.

Although it was not his personal property, as the director of S.H.I.E.L.D., embezzling public funds was naturally a traditional skill, so there was no problem.

"Congress gave me some face and didn't let SHIELD work in a dilapidated building like the FBI."

The reason why Luke said this is because intelligence agencies like the FBI and CIA could only work in a few old-fashioned apartments near the White House when they were first established, and the allocated activity funds were only US$45.

Compared to them, S.H.I.E.L.D. is already being treated very favorably.

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

Howard shrugged and said with a correct attitude: "Let me hear what good ideas the youngest major general and the greatest war hero in the United States have to make a fortune."

"Does Stark Industries have any ideas about entering the communications industry?"

Luke is planning to build mobile phones and communication networks before the communication era has come.

The reason why he thinks this way is simply because he is not used to this era where information transmission is too backward.

In 1940, Bell Labs in the United States produced the first battlefield mobile phone.

In 1958, Soviet engineer Leonid Kupyanovich made further improvements to the mobile phone, reducing its weight from three kilograms to [-] grams.

A wireless phone the size of two bricks had to wait until 1973 and was developed by Martin Cooper, an engineer from Motorola.

The current communications industry is like a gold mine waiting for others to mine it.