Marvel’s Superman

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

The morning rush hour in Washington, D.C., typically results in nearly half an hour of congestion.

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

With the roar of the engine, the car under the buttocks shuttled through the dense traffic like a duck in water.

"The technology is good."

After arriving at the Pentagon at an astonishing speed, Luke, who did not feel too many bumps along the way, affirmed Fury's driving level.

The latter's dark face showed a hint of pride.

When he was still studying, he used to drive a tattered pickup truck to deliver goods.

Even in the bad traffic conditions of Manhattan, it can drive unimpeded.

"Lieutenant General Cavill..."

"You should call me the chief."

Luke corrected the other's name.

Many people like to call him by his military rank.

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

"Okay, Chief Cavill."

Nick Fury changed his tune.

"I'm probably going to be at the Pentagon all day, and if you have something to do, you don't have to wait here, just come over at night."

The corners of Luke's mouth twitched, and he said lightly.

He prepared a good show, waiting for the curtain to open.

"What does Director Cavill need?"

Fury scratched his head. He didn't expect it to be so easy to be a driver.

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

Luke's answer seemed to be full of meaning.

Nick Fury, who stood in front of him, was not the one-eyed chief who would never fully trust anyone with a belly full of secrets in the future.

The opponent had just walked off the battlefield, and had yet to experience more battles, more dangers, and... more betrayals.

Therefore, Luke thinks it is necessary to tune in well.

First let the other party know what the world really looks like.

"Psychological quality..."

Watching Lieutenant General Superman's receding back, Fury muttered.

He got back into the car, turned on the radio, and listened quietly.

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

"It always feels like what's going to happen today."

Fury lowered the back seat to a more comfortable position.

"I hope it's just an illusion. I heard that the Pentagon pie tastes good. Wait and try it."

With a light-hearted thought, Nick Fury closed his eyes.

What else can make people feel more happy 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, he was also wary.

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

The window was down, and a man about his age stood outside.

"I'm so sorry, I thought you were Rock—I remember him driving Lieutenant General Cavill."

When the man saw Fury's face clearly, he couldn't help but stunned for a moment. He seemed surprised and quickly explained.

"Locke? You mean the guy who always frowned and talked straight? He went to other positions, and now I'm a full-time driver for Director Cavill."

Fury said behind, raised his chest and raised his voice a few degrees.

Like the management of the personnel department of SHIELD, he thought.

It's a hot job that can make you head over heels!

Anyone with a little common sense knows that the superhuman lieutenant general's upward momentum is unstoppable, and his future prospects are even more unimaginable.

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

The little guys at the bottom of the power pyramid, their promotion sometimes does not depend on personal ability, but on the future of their bosses.

"Hahaha, what you say is really interesting. That guy Locke really likes to have 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 for each day, who you met, where you went, etc.

None of these confidential information can be concealed from the driver.

Therefore, it is necessary to have a reliable confidant to serve.

"Actually it's not that good. Chief Cavill is superman, he can fly."

Fury thought about it and complained: "In fact, if the director wants to go somewhere, or is in an emergency, he doesn't need me at all."

"He moves on his own, much faster than I can drive."

"Those generals don't want to see a superman flying around, that reminds them that Lieutenant General Cavill isn't a superman."

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

"Meet me, my name is Alexander Pierce, and I work as a clerk in the Pentagon."

"You can call me Fury, I'm SHIELD's... driver."

For social etiquette, Fury also reported his identity.

"You're an interesting man, Fury. Hope to see you next time, and remember to help me with a message to Locke and tell him—there's an event at the Army Club on Saturday."

The young man who claimed to be Alexander Pierce simply said a word and turned away.

He always had a smile on his face and looked like a dependable guy who could easily win the goodwill of others.

"Civilian? I feel like you're more suited to be an agent."

Fury continued to lie back in his seat, muttering to himself.

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

...

...

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

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

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

The anti-aging agent of the "SSS Project" has been put on the agenda, and the Stark series of power armors have been manufactured, as well as the establishment of the mutant gene bank, and the drawing of the gene map.

Recently, Trask turned his interest to longevity genes and self-healing genes after bringing back a few vampires as specimens.

All in all, the staff under the name of S.H.I.E.L.D. has been continuously expanded, and the operation of various research projects requires a large investment.

The generals at the Pentagon, and the gang on the budget committee, were beginning to find that they couldn't afford to feed the beast.

"I asked for money this time, but it wasn't very successful."

Luke thought regretfully.

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

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

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

It is completely impossible to support S.H.I.E.L.D. simply by selling mobile phones and charging for operations.

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

Three months ago, I got my first legal casino license.

It is temporarily in the investment stage. If you want to recover the cost and make a lot of money, it is estimated that you will have to wait a few years.

Therefore, the most important angel investor of SHIELD is the government.

Only by plucking their wool can they fill the pockets of Vice Admiral Superman.

"No. I've looked around and the Pentagon has banks, post offices and all kinds of stores, no worse than the supermarkets out there."

Fury grinned, his teeth particularly white against his dark complexion.

"Recommend a fast food restaurant near the post office, their burgers are pretty good."

Luke glanced at the night outside the window. The dark clouds covered the stars and the moon. It was a good day for nocturnal creatures to come out to hunt.

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

"Go to the metro area."

Luke's mouth twitched slightly.

"OK."

Fury agreed with his mouth, but he was a little strange in his heart.

Washington's metropolitan area is an important transportation hub, with highways connecting all parts of the country and a railway network extending in all directions.

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

So late, Director Cavill has to stay in a hotel, or have fun at a bar?

It's not like the other person's style!