Thinking of this, Phil hesitated for a moment, but still said, "Can you send me a copy of those two pictures as well?"
Luke readily sent him the picture.
At this time, I saw Phil took out a smart phone, but the style was quite different from the titanium phone.
Apparently, SHIELD has developed its own version of the smartphone.
Luke was not surprised by this. The phone was not being sold for money. If SHIELD wanted to know all the parts of the titanium phone, it would only take an order and a few phone calls.
The mobile phone system would definitely not be difficult for SHIELD’s experts, because Luke did not use very advanced technology.
Smartphone technology will be fully disseminated by next year at the latest, and patent protection is the basis for mobile phone companies to make money, so it doesn’t matter if it is imitated by SHIELD.
In fact, Ginny once said that several telecommunications companies have joined the deployment of wireless networks in recent months, and smartphones will inevitably usher in explosive growth next year.
Obviously, people who have noticed the role of this mobile network have begun to enter the market, and the US officials may be involved.
Luke also needs to be more careful with his polyhedron system, as there are many monitoring programs on the Internet that ordinary people are unaware of.
After the small talk, Luke looked at Phil and shook his head: "Come sit in my car."
Phil: “Huh?”
A moment later, the two men sat in the pickup truck. Phil looked at the surveillance footage on the tablet in front of him and was speechless: Although I know you are a technology expert, it seems that you are faster than us and your technology is not much worse.
Luke pulled his backpack from the back seat of the car, took out a large brown paper bag, and placed it between the two of them: "Have some of this homemade cake."
Phil hesitated, but still picked up the cake and took a bite: "Huh? Who made this?"
Luke: “Me.”
Phil's eyes widened and he turned his head to look: "You... can bake a cake?"
Luke: "It's not bad. If I don't become a detective, I can open a pastry shop to support myself."
When Phil heard this, he was stunned for a moment, his expression suddenly became gloomy, and he even forgot to eat the cake.
Luke noticed his abnormality, but he didn't ask any more questions. He just chatted with him and said, "Don't be too casual when eating. The bagged donuts in the convenience store don't taste very good."
As he spoke, he took out two bottles of Guanara from his backpack and handed one over: "You can drink this when you have nothing to do. It's all natural and can refresh you."
Phil looked at the backpack in surprise: "You bring so much food with you?"
Luke chuckled. "My partner and I both consume a lot of energy and like to eat some snacks. In order to avoid getting stomach ulcers early, we always keep some food and drinks in the car."
Phil immediately turned his head away in embarrassment.
Compared to Luke, this middle-aged man is really a disgrace to the Coulson family. He can't even take care of himself as well as a grown-up child.
Luke didn't sit there for long. He just chatted with Phil for a few minutes and then drove away.
He left a big bag of cakes and several bottles of drinks for Phil, and joked that this would prevent Phil from getting stomach problems from hunger.
Phil looked at the F150 going away and remained speechless for a long time.
He didn't return to his car until the F150 disappeared. He looked at the big bag of cakes and drinks unconsciously. He seemed a little happy, but also sad.
Luke's thoughts were not that complicated.
He already had a guess about Phil.
He didn't want to test the relationship between Phil and himself before he had solid information, so he could take it slow.
But Phil's arrival here made him determined to complete the preparations as soon as possible.
Every time this guy appears, a SHIELD agent will die.
To some extent, this could be considered a kind of "luck", but it was not very good for his subordinates.
Luke didn't intend to die like his men, so he had to do more preparation.
I was on my way home when the phone rang.
Luke picked up the phone and said a few words. After hanging up, he waited at the edge of the flat ground a few hundred meters away from the small hill. At the same time, he turned on all the warning lights on the F150. The flashing red, blue and yellow lights were still eye-catching even in the middle of the day.
Soon, a series of cars appeared in the distance, then turned slightly and drove towards the F150.
A large man in a suit got out of the lead car.
Although he was wearing a suit, his red face, rough hands and loud voice proved that he was not a gentleman.
The big man in a suit shook hands with Luke and said, "Mr. Coulson, everything you want is ready. This is the first batch. After unloading, they will immediately go back to get the second batch of supplies. Do we start now?"
Luke admired this kind of straightforward person, and nodded immediately. He took out a roll of blueprints from his backpack, unfolded it, pointed to the flat ground not far away and said, "It's right here. Just repair it according to this."
The man in the suit took the blueprint and looked at it for a moment before he was surprised: "That's it?"
Luke: "That's it, but the speed must be fast and the quality cannot be bad."
The man in the suit wanted to ask another question, but suddenly thought of the general manager's red face and the expression on his face while he was shouting "big business", so he forced himself to swallow the words.
Even a civil engineer has brains when it comes to making money.
Since they have given us money, whatever they say goes.
This customer had already paid a large sum of money in advance. What was the big deal if he wanted to build a pile of blocks in the wilderness? As long as he paid, he could build a manure pit.
After quickly confirming the Luke formalities and that there would be no legal issues in repairing the building blocks here, the man in the suit picked up the intercom and said, "Let's get started."
At his command, the string of heavy trucks behind him began to unload the construction materials they had pulled, mainly cement and steel bars. Various machines also began to be set up. Everything was fast and orderly, worthy of being an engineering team urgently transferred from Dallas.
The rumbling machines started working here, and Phil on the hill also heard the noise. He drove over and watched for a moment. He became a little suspicious, so he called Luke.
After saying a few words and hanging up, he scratched his head and said, "This kid, he just repaired something on Drex's land, isn't he afraid of being beaten?"
Suddenly, he thought of something and shook his head helplessly: "That old man can't bear to beat him."
Knowing that it was Luke who was causing the trouble, he didn't pay much attention to it, or he didn't want to care. How could he care since he had already collected the cake and juice
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but pick up another cake and started eating: "This skill is almost as good as Gloria's, eh..."
After saying this rarely mentioned name, and then thinking of another name that he almost dared not remember, his expression became gloomy again.
"If you were still alive, you would be proud of him!" He murmured, looking at the blue sky that seemed even more empty under the scorching sun, his heart also feeling empty.
On the hill, there was only the black car parked there alone.
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