Thinking of this, Phil hesitated for a moment, and said, "Send me a copy of those two pictures, too?"
Luke readily sent him the picture.
At this time, I saw that Phil took out a smart phone, but the style was quite different from the titanium phone.
Apparently, S.H.I.E.L.D. has created a smartphone for its own use.
Luke wasn't surprised by this, and they didn't sell it for money. SHIELD wanted to know all the spare parts of the titanium mobile phone, just order a few phone calls.
The mobile phone's system must not be difficult for the experts of S.H.I.E.L.D., because Luke didn't use too high technology.
Smartphone technology will be fully diffused within the next year at most, and patent protection is the basis for mobile phone companies to make money, so it doesn't matter if they are imitated by S.H.I.E.L.D.
In fact, Ginny once said that several communication companies have also joined in the laying of wireless networks in the past month, and smart phones will definitely lead to explosive growth next year.
Apparently, people who are aware of the role of this mobile phone network have already started to enter, which probably has the meaning of the US official.
Luke's polyhedron system needs to be more careful. There are many kinds of monitoring programs on the Internet that ordinary people don't know their existence.
After the chat was over, Luke looked at Phil and shook his head: "Come and sit in my car."
Phil: "Huh?"
After a while, the two sat on the pickup truck, and Phil looked at the monitoring screen on the tablet in front of him and couldn't help but be speechless: Although I know you are a technology player, this seems to be faster than ours, and the technology is not too bad.
Luke pulled his backpack from the back seat of the car, took out a big brown paper bag, and put it between the two of them: "Cakes made at home, eat some."
Phil hesitated for a moment, then picked up the cake and took a bite: "Huh? This... who made it?"
Luke: "Me."
Phil's eyes widened, and he turned his head to look: "You... know how to make cakes?"
Luke: "It's okay. If you don't become a police detective, you can support yourself by opening a pastry shop."
When Phil heard this, he was stunned for a moment, his expression suddenly darkened, and he even forgot to eat the cake.
Luke noticed his abnormality, but he didn't ask any further questions. He just said chattingly: "Don't eat too casually, the bagged donuts in the convenience store don't taste very good."
As he spoke, he took two more bottles of guarana from his backpack and handed over one: "You can drink this if you have nothing to do. It's all natural and refreshing."
Phil looked at his backpack a little strangely: "You bring so much food when you come out?"
Luke chuckled: "My partner and I consume a lot of energy, and we like to eat small snacks. In order not to get stomach ulcers early, we will put some food and drinks in the car almost at any time."
Felton turned his head away in embarrassment.
Compared to Luke, he really embarrassed the Coulson family as a middle-aged man, he might as well take care of himself as an older child.
Luke didn't sit for long, just chatted with Phil for a few minutes, and then drove away.
He left a big bag of cakes and a few bottles of drinks for Phil, jokingly saying so that Phil would not get a stomachache from starvation here.
Phil looked at the f150 going away and was speechless for a long time.
It wasn't until the f150 disappeared that he returned to his car, and unconsciously looked at the big bag of cakes and drinks, his expression seemed a little happy, but also sad.
What Luke thought was not so complicated.
As for Phil, he had already speculated.
He didn't want to test the relationship between Phil and himself without definite information, so he could take his time.
But Phil's arrival here made him determined to complete the preparations as soon as possible.
Every time this guy plays, there must be a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent receiving a lunch box.
To some extent, this can be regarded as a kind of "luck", but it is not very good for his subordinates.
Luke didn't plan to let himself receive the lunch box like his subordinates, so he had to do more preparations.
On the way home, the phone rang.
Luke picked it up and said a few words. After hanging up, he waited on the edge of the flat land hundreds of meters away from the small hill. At the same time, he turned on all the police lights on the f150. The flashes of red, blue and yellow were still eye-catching even at noon.
Not long after, a series of cars appeared in the distance, then turned slightly, and drove towards the f150.
A big man in a suit got off the lead car.
Although he was wearing a suit, his red face, rough hands, and rough voice proved that he was not a gentleman.
The big man in the suit shook hands with Luke: "Mr. Coulson, all the things you want are ready. This is the first batch. After unloading, they will go back and pull the second batch of supplies. Do you want to start now?"
Luke admired this kind of straightforward person, nodded immediately, took out a roll of blueprints from his backpack, and pointed to Ping not far away, saying, "It's right here, just fix it according to this."
The man in the suit took the drawing, and after looking at it for a moment, his face was full of surprise: "That's it?"
Luke: "That's all, but the speed must be fast, and the quality must not be poor."
The man in the suit wanted to ask another question, but suddenly he remembered the flushed face of the general manager and the look on his face shouting "big business", so he forcibly swallowed the words that came to his mouth.
Even a civil dog has brains when it comes to making money.
If people give money, they will do what they say.
This customer has already paid a large amount of money in advance, what does it matter if he wants to build a pile of building blocks in the wilderness? As long as you give money, let yourself build a big cesspit.
After quickly confirming that Luke had passed the formalities, and that there would be no legal problems in repairing the pile of building blocks here, the man in the suit picked up the walkie-talkie and said, "Start work."
As soon as he gave an order, a series of heavy trucks in the back began to unload the construction materials, mainly cement and steel bars, and various machinery began to be erected. Everything was fast and orderly, as expected of the project that was urgently transferred from Dallas. Team.
The rumbling machine started to work here, and Phil on the small hill also heard the movement. He drove over and looked at it for a while. He was a little suspicious, so he called Luke.
After saying a few words and hanging up, he scratched his head: "This kid, he is not afraid of being beaten if he repairs things on Drake's land casually."
Suddenly, he thought of something, and shook his head helplessly: "The old man can't bear to beat him up."
Knowing that Luke was doing something, he didn't pay much attention to it, or he didn't want to take care of the cake and juice, so what else.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but picked up another cake and ate it: "This skill is almost the same as that of Gloria, hey..."
After saying this name that was rarely mentioned again, and then thinking of another name that he hardly dared to think of, his expression darkened again.
"If you are still alive, you should be proud of him!" He murmured, looking at the blue sky that looked more empty under the scorching sun, his heart was also empty.
On the hill, only the black car was parked there alone.
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