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Thinking of this, Phil hesitated for a moment, but still said, "Send me a copy of those two pictures as well?"

Luke readily sent him the picture.

At this time, I saw that Phil took out a smart phone, but the style of the phone was quite different from that of the titanium phone.

Apparently, S.H.I.E.L.D. has come up with its own version of the smartphone.

Luke is not surprised by this, and they are not selling it for money. S.H.I.E.L.D. wants to know all the spare parts of the titanium mobile phone, and it is just a matter of ordering a few calls.

The system of the mobile phone must not be difficult for the experts of S.H.I.E.L.D., because Luke did not use too high technology.

Smartphone technology will be fully diffused at most next year, and patent protection is the basis for mobile phone companies to make money, so it does not matter if they are copied by S.H.I.E.L.D.

In fact, Ginny once said that several telecommunications companies have joined the deployment of wireless networks in recent months, and smartphones will inevitably lead to explosive growth next year.

Obviously, people who have noticed the role of this mobile phone network have begun to enter the market, which is likely to have the meaning of the US official.

Luke's polyhedron system has to be more careful. There are various monitoring programs on the Internet that ordinary people don't know exists.

After the chat was over, Luke looked at Phil and couldn't help shaking his head: "Come to my car and take a seat."

Phil: "Huh?"

After a while, the two sat on the pickup. Phil looked at the surveillance screen on the tablet in front of him and couldn't help but be speechless: Although he knew that you were playing with technology, it seemed to be faster than us, and the technology was not too bad.

Luke pulled his backpack from the back seat of the car, took out a large kraft paper bag, and put it between the two of them: "The little cake we made at home, eat some."

Phil hesitated for a while, but still 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... can make cakes?"

Luke: "It's okay. If you're not a police detective, you can support yourself by opening a pastry shop."

Phil was stunned for a moment when he heard this, his expression suddenly darkened, and he even forgot to eat the cake.

Luke noticed his abnormality,

But he didn't ask any further, he just said like a chat: "Don't be too casual when you eat, the bagged donuts in the convenience store don't taste very good."

As he said that, he took two more bottles of Guanara from his backpack and handed one over: "You can drink this if you have nothing to do. It's pure and natural, and it can also refresh your mind."

Phil looked at the backpack a little strangely: "You bring so much food when you go 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 or something, we will put some food and drinks in the car almost at any time."

Phil turned his head away awkwardly.

Compared to Luke, he is a middle-aged man who has really embarrassed the Coulson family. It is better that an older child can take care of himself.

Luke didn't sit for long, just chatted with Phil for a few minutes and drove away.

He left a big bag of cakes and a few bottles of drinks for Phil, and joked that Phil wouldn't get a stomach ache here.

Phil looked at the distant F150 and was speechless for a long time.

It was not until the F150 disappeared that he returned to the front of his car and unconsciously looked at the big bag of cakes and drinks. He seemed a little happy, but sad.

What Luke thought was not so complicated.

For Phil, he had already speculated.

He didn't want to test Phil's relationship with himself until he had solid information, so he could take it slow.

But Phil arrived here, making him determined to complete the preparations as soon as possible.

Every time this person appears, there must be a SHIELD agent who will receive the lunch.

To a certain extent, this is also considered a kind of "luck", but it is not very good for his subordinates.

Luke didn't plan to let himself receive the same lunch as his subordinates, so he had to do more preparations.

On the way home, the phone came.

Luke picked it up and said a few words. After hanging up, he waited on the edge of the flat ground a few hundred meters away from the small hill. At the same time, he turned on all the police lights on the F150. The red, blue and yellow flashes were still striking even at noon.

Before long, a series of cars appeared in the distance, turned slightly, and drove towards the F150.

A big man in a suit got off the lead car.

Although he wore a suit, his red face and rough hands, and his thick voice proved that he was not a gentleman.

The big man in the suit shook hands with Luke: "Mr. Coulson, everything you want is ready. This is the first batch. After unloading, they will immediately go back and pull the second batch of supplies. Should we start now?"

Luke admired this kind of straight-forward person, nodded immediately, and took out a roll of blueprints from his backpack and unfolded, pointing to Ping not far away and said, "It's here, just fix it according to this."

The man in the suit took the drawing, and after just looking at it for a moment, his face was full of surprise: "That's it?"

Luke: "That's it, 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 remembered the general manager's blushing face and the look on his face shouting "big business", and he forcibly swallowed the words.

Even a civil engineer has a brain when it comes to making money.

People give money, and what they say is what they say.

This customer has already paid a lot of money in advance. What is it that people want to build a stack of building blocks in the wilderness? Just give me the money to build a big shithole.

After quickly confirming the procedures for passing Luke, and confirming that there would be no legal problems in building the building block here, the man in the suit directly picked up the walkie-talkie: "Start work."

As soon as he gave an order, the following series of heavy trucks began to unload the building materials, mainly cement and steel bars, and all kinds of machinery began to be erected. Everything was fast and orderly. team.

The rumbling machine started working here, and Phil on the small hill also heard the movement. He drove over to watch it for a while, and was a little suspicious, so he called Luke.

After saying a few words to hang up, he scratched his head: "This kid, if you can repair things on Drex's land, you are not afraid of being beaten."

Suddenly, he thought of something, and shook his head helplessly: "The old man can't bear to beat him."

Knowing that Luke was doing things, he didn't pay too much attention, or he didn't really want to care about it-the cake and juice were taken away, so what else could he care about.

Thinking like this, he couldn't help but pick up another cake and eat it: "This craft is almost the same as Gloria, eh..."

Saying this name that is rarely mentioned again, and thinking of another name that he hardly dares to remember, his expression darkened again.

"If you were still alive, you should be proud of him!" He murmured, looking at the blue sky that looked even more empty under the scorching sun, his heart was also empty.

On the hill, only the black car was parked alone.

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