Superman

A rather low-key black car turned on the headlights with a "snap" and shone on him.

The driver in military uniform handed the key to Fury and said in a voice with a sense of honor: "This job is entrusted to you."

What job?

drive?

Fury took the key.

He thought it would be a dangerous task of monitoring suspicious people and tracking foreign spies, but he didn't expect to be a driver for someone.

Nick Fury, who wanted to make some achievements, suddenly felt a little dull.

"By the way, there are still some questions for you to answer."

The driver took out a note and read it: "Do you have a driver's license? How many years of driving experience? Is the technology good enough? Will the drain turn around?"

These days, if you drive a car, you still need to learn how to turn the drain?

Nick Fury was speechless, not knowing how to answer.

"Agent Fury, you are not driving for ordinary people. As the driver of Lieutenant General Carville, you have very high technical requirements."

The driver frowned slightly and said seriously.

At this moment, the car window was lowered, revealing a young face.

It was Luke himself.

With a smile on the corner of his mouth, he looked at Nick Fury, who was like a face-changing face in a Sichuan opera, showing surprise, and said softly: "You don't seem to be very willing, Agent Fury?"

"No, no! Lieutenant General Carville, I used to do odd jobs in a garage. Not only can I drive, but I'm also an old driver!"

Knowing that he was the driver of Superman, Nick Fury's mood was like riding a roller coaster, ups and downs, ups and downs.

He was instantly full of yearning for this job.

His mouth was like a cannonball, and he spit out a long sentence: "As for the drainage ditch cornering, I haven't tried it yet, but if there is a requirement in this regard, I can go back and practice for a few days. This should not be a difficult skill!"

"Get in the car, Agent Fury."

Luke waved noncommittally, and said with a smile, "I'm going to the Pentagon's lunch meeting, and I hope you won't make me late."

Ferreira opened the door and got in.

Insert the key, hold the steering wheel, warm up the ignition, and start the engine.

Perhaps because of nervousness, the black car trembled violently.

Shake back and forth, side to side.

"Sorry, Lieutenant General Carvel, I'm a little nervous!"

The young Fury was sweating profusely. He observed Luke's expression through the rearview mirror and found that the other party was not dissatisfied, so he relaxed.

"I'm starting to worry a little bit about my personal safety. It should be the safety of the car. Agent Fury."

Luke's eyes flashed, and he said gently.

Chapter 197? Making Money and Raising 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 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 changed his tune.

"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 lot of secrets and never fully trust anyone in the future.

The opponent has just stepped off the battlefield, and has not yet 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 so 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.

"Meet me, my name is Alexander Pierce, I work 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 and tell him that there will be activities 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.

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

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

"The Army Club doesn'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 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 the mutant gene pool and the drawing of the gene map.

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.