Marvel's Superman

Chapter 244 - 241 | Money Gathering, First Meeting With Pierce.

Chapter 244 - 241 Money Gathering, First Meeting With Pierce.

As it turned out, Nick Fury's driving skills were really good.

The morning rush hour in Washington usually caused nearly half an hour of congestion.

Fury grasped the steering wheel with one hand, stepped on the accelerator with his foot, and soared all the way there.

With the engine's roar, the car under the ass shuttled between the dense traffic like a fish in water.

"Good skills."

After arriving at the Pentagon at an amazing speed, Luke didn't feel too many bumps along the way and affirmed Fury's driving skills.

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

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

Even in the bad traffic environment of Manhattan, he could drive unimpeded.

"Lieutenant General Cavill…"

"You should call me the Director."

Luke corrected the way the other party addressed him.

Many people liked to call him by his military rank.

It was probably why the status of a war hero was far more compelling than that of S.H.I.E.L.D's Director.

"Yes, Director Cavill."

Nick Fury changed his words.

"I may have to stay in the Pentagon all day. If you have something to do, you don't have to wait here. Just come back at night."

The corners of Luke's mouth curled up as he spoke lightly.

He prepared a good show and waited for the curtain to rise.

"Do you need anything, Director Cavill?"

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 mental fortitude."

Luke's answer seemed to be full of meaning.

Nick Fury, standing in front of him, wasn't the one-eyed Director who could never trust anyone completely.

The other party had just stepped out of the battlefield and hadn't experienced other kinds of battles, with more dangers and … more betrayals.

Therefore, Luke thought it was necessary to train him.

First of all, let the other side know the true face of the world.

"Mental fortitude …?"

Looking at Lieutenant General Superman, Fury muttered.

He sat back in the car, turned on the radio, and listened quietly.

He didn't intend to use his free time to do other things.

'I have a feeling that something is going to happen today."

Fury lowered the seat's back and leaned up in a more comfortable position.

'I hope it's nothing. I heard that the Pentagon had good food. I should try it later. '

With a relaxed mind, Nick Fury closed his eyes.

What else could make people feel happier than relaxing at work?

A few minutes later.

Knock, knock!

Before Fury's eyelids became heavier and falling asleep, the sound of knocking on the car window awakened him.

"What can I do for you?"

Ferry rubbed his eyelids and maintained a good attitude.

Of course, he was also vigilant at the same time.

One hand opened the holster at his waist as he held the gun that was issued.

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

"I'm sorry, I thought you were Rourke -- I remember him driving for Lieutenant General Cavill."

The man looked at Fury's face and froze for a moment, seemingly surprised, and hastily explained.

"Rourke? Do you mean the guy who always frowns and speaks bluntly? He moved on to another assignment, and now I'm Director Cavill's full-time driver."

Fury said to the man, holding his head high, as his voice raised a few degrees.

Just like S.H.I.E.L.D's personnel department management said before.

This was a job that people would compete for!

Anyone with a little common sense would know that the rising momentum of Lieutenant General Superman was unstoppable, and his future was even more unimaginable.

Who didn't want to grip this job tightly and become a loyal supporter of the other party?

For those at the bottom of the pyramid of power, their promotion would sometimes depend on the future of their own boss, not their personal ability.

"Hahaha, that's so true. Rourke really likes to keep a straight face, as if everyone owes him money."

The young man burst into laughter.

"Congratulations, my friend. This is a good job!"

Fury nodded in agreement.

A driver was a special post for a high-ranking politician.

Their exact daily schedule, who they meet, where they went, and so on.

All of this information, which needed to be kept confidential, couldn't be hidden from the driver.

Therefore, they had to be a reliable confidant.

"It's not really that good. Director Cavill is Superman. He can fly."

Fury thought for a moment and spat, "In fact, if the Director wants to go somewhere, or if there is an emergency, he doesn't need me at all."

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

"Those Generals don't want to see a Superman flying around. It would always remind them that Lieutenant General Cavill isn't human."

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

"My name is Alexander Pierce, and I do civilian work in the Pentagon."

"You can call me Fury. I am a … driver for S.H.I.E.L.D."

Out of social etiquette, Fury also provided his identity.

"You're an interesting person, Fury. I hope we can meet again next time. Remember to give a message to Rourke for me and tell him -- there's an upcoming event at the Army Club on Saturday."

The young man, who claimed to be Alexander Pierce, made a brief remark and turned away.

He always had a smile on his face and seemed to be a reliable guy who could easily win people's favor.

"A civilian employee? I think you'd be better suited as an agent."

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

'The Army Club … I wonder if I can attend? '

…

…

"You stayed in the car all day?"

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

With the expansion of S.H.I.E.L.D, he had to deal with more and more work.

The anti-aging agents from the SSS Project had been put on the agenda, including the production of the Stark series power armor, the establishment of a mutant gene bank, and the creation of the gene map.

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

All in all, the staff under S.H.I.E.L.D's name was constantly expanding, and the operation for each research project required a lot of money.

The Generals in the Pentagon and the people on the Budget Committee began to realize that they couldn't afford to keep feeding this gold-swallowing monster.

'This time, the request for money wasn't very successful. '

Luke thought with regret.

He was primarily financed by SkyNet, a company jointly owned with Stark Industries, and by government grants.

The former's profits were not as exaggerated as one might think.

The communication technology of this era was too backward. Artificial intelligence and Internet applications were only future scenarios that could only appear in science fiction scripts.

It was impossible to support S.H.I.E.L.D solely by selling mobile phones and operating charges.

As for the Italian Mafia, he brought to North America; those people went to Las Vegas to open hotels and casinos.

Three months ago, he got his first legal casino license.

It temporarily belonged to the investment stage, recovering the cost and making a lot of money. It looked like he would have to wait a few more years for it.

Therefore, the most important investor for S.H.I.E.L.D. was the government.

The only way to fill Superman's pockets was to pull the wool over their eyes.

"No. I wandered around. The Pentagon has banks, post offices, and various stores, no worse than the malls outside."

Fury grinned, his teeth appearing extra white against his dark skin.

"I recommend the fast-food restaurant near the post office; their burgers are quite good."

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

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

"Go to the metropolitan area."

Luke's mouth curled slightly.

"Okay."

Fury's mouth responded, but his heart was a little curious.

Washington's metropolitan area was an important transportation hub, with expressways connecting everywhere and railway networks extending in all directions.

Due to the convenient transportation and economic development, many high-end hotels and speakeasies were opened there.

'It's so late. Does Director Cavill want to go to a hotel or a bar for fun?'

'This shouldn't be his style!'