Facts have proved that Nick Fury’s driving skills are indeed good.
The morning rush hour in Washington, D.C., typically creates nearly half an hour of congestion.
But Fury held the steering wheel with one hand, stepped on the accelerator, and drove wildly.
With the roar of the engine, the car under the butt moves like a fish in water through the dense traffic.
"The technology is good."
After arriving at the Pentagon at an astonishing speed, Luke, who didn't feel too many bumps along the way, expressed his approval of Fury's driving ability.
The latter's dark face showed a hint of pride.
When he was still studying, he often drove a shabby pickup truck to deliver goods to people.
Even if the traffic environment is as bad as Manhattan, it can be driven smoothly.
"Lieutenant General Cavell..."
"You should call me Director."
Luke corrected the other person's statement.
Many people like to call him by his military rank.
Probably because his identity as a war hero is far more eye-catching than that of Director SHIELD.
"Okay, Director Cavill."
Nick Fury changed his words.
"I'll probably be at the Pentagon all day. If you have something to do, don't wait here. Just come back in the evening."
The corner of Luke's mouth curled up and he said calmly.
He prepared a good show and waited for the curtain to rise.
"Does Director Cavill need anything?"
Fury scratched his head. He didn't expect that being a driver would be so easy.
"The only thing you need to prepare is probably a good enough mental quality."
Luke's answer seemed to be full of meaning.
The Nick Fury standing in front of him was not the one-eyed director who would be full of secrets in the future and would never completely trust anyone.
The opponent has just stepped off the battlefield and has not yet experienced more battles, more dangers, and... more betrayals.
Therefore, Luke thought it was necessary to have a good sex.
First let the other person know what the world really looks like.
"Psychological quality..."
Looking at Lieutenant General Superman's retreating back, Fury muttered.
He sat back in the car, turned on the radio, and listened quietly.
I have no intention of using my free time to do other things.
“There’s always a feeling that something is going to happen today.”
Fury lowered the back seat and leaned into a more comfortable position.
"I hope it's just my imagination. I heard the Pentagon pie tastes good. I'll try it later."
With relaxed thoughts, Nick Fury closed his eyes.
Is there anything that can make people happier than catching fish at work
A few minutes later.
Boom!
Before Fury's eyelids could grow heavy and he fell asleep, the sound of tapping on the car window woke him up.
"Is there a problem?"
Fury rubbed his eyelids and kept a good attitude.
Of course, he was also wary at the same time.
With one hand, he opened the holster on his waist and held the unloaded 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 driving for Lieutenant General Cavill before."
The man saw Fury's face clearly and couldn't help but be stunned for a moment. He seemed to be surprised and quickly explained.
"Locke? You mean the guy who always frowns and speaks strictly? He went to other positions, and now I am Director Cavill's full-time driver."
When Fury spoke later, he raised his chest and raised his head, and his voice rose several degrees.
Just like the management of SHIELD's personnel department, he thought.
This is a popular job that’s exciting to watch!
Anyone with a bit of common sense knows that the Superman Lieutenant General's rise is unstoppable, and his future prospects are even more unimaginable.
Who doesn’t want to hug this thigh tightly and become the other party’s loyal supporter
For the minions at the bottom of the power pyramid, their promotion sometimes does not depend on their personal abilities, but on the future of their boss.
"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 but laugh.
"Congratulations, my friend. That's a good job!"
Fury nodded in agreement.
For high-level politicians, being a driver is a special position.
The exact itinerary of each day, who I have met, where I have been, etc.
None of this information that needs to be kept secret can be hidden from the driver.
Therefore, a reliable confidant is required.
"It's actually not that good. Director Cavill is Superman, he can fly."
Fury then 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 me driving."
"Those generals are not going to want to see a Superman flying around. That would remind them that Cavill is no ordinary human being."
The young man introduced himself with twinkling eyes.
"Let me meet you. My name is Alexander Pierce. I work as a civilian in the Pentagon."
"You can call me Fury, I'm SHIELD's... driver."
Out of social etiquette, Fury also identified himself.
"You are an interesting person, Fury. I hope we can meet again next time. Remember to bring a message to Locke for me and tell him that there will be an event at the Army Club on Saturday."
The young man who called himself Alexander Pierce said a few words briefly and then turned and left.
He always had a smile on his face and seemed like a reliable guy who easily won over others.
"Civilian job? I feel like you are more suitable to be an agent."
Fury continued to lie back on the seat and muttered to himself.
"Army Club... I don't know if I can join."
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"You've been in the car all day?"
When night fell, Luke walked out of the Pentagon and got into the black car.
As SHIELD expands, so does the work he has to handle.
The anti-aging agent of the "SSS Project" has been put on the agenda, and the manufacture of the Stark series of power armor has begun, as well as the establishment of a mutant gene bank and the drawing of a genetic map.
Recently, since he brought back several vampire specimens, Trask has shifted his interest to immortality genes and self-healing genes.
All in all, the number of staff under SHIELD is constantly expanding, and the operation of each research project requires a large amount of investment.
The generals in the Pentagon, and those on the Budget Committee, began to find that they could no longer afford to feed this gold-eating beast.
"I'm not very successful in asking for money this time."
Luke thought sadly.
His source of funds mainly comes from Skynet, a company jointly held by Stark Industries, and government grants.
The profit of the former is not as exaggerated as imagined.
The communication technology of this era is too backward. Artificial intelligence and Internet applications are only future scenarios that appear in science fiction novels.
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 already gone to Las Vegas to open hotels and casinos.
Three months ago, we obtained our first legal casino license.
It is currently in the investment stage. If you want to recover the cost and make a lot of money, you may have to wait a few more years.
Therefore, the most important angel investor in SHIELD is the government.
Only by collecting their wool can Lieutenant General Superman's pocket be filled.
"No. I walked around. There are banks, post offices and various shops in the Pentagon, which are no worse than the supermarkets outside."
Fury grinned, his teeth looking particularly white against his dark complexion.
"I would recommend a fast food restaurant near the post office. Their burgers are pretty good."
Luke glanced at the night outside the window. Dark clouds obscured the stars and moon. It was a good day for nocturnal creatures to come out to hunt.
"Director, are you going back to SHIELD or going somewhere else?"
“Go to the metropolitan area.”
The corners of Luke's mouth curled up slightly.
"OK."
Fury responded, but felt a little strange in his heart.
The Washington metropolitan area is an important transportation hub, with highways and a rail network extending in all directions.
Due to convenient transportation and developed economy, many high-end hotels and underground bars are opened there.
It's so late, Director Cavill still wants to stay in a hotel or have fun in a bar
This doesn't look like the other person's style! (End of chapter)