Super Detective in the Fictional World

Chapter 1025: Treat, start

Thinking of this, Phil hesitated a little, or he said, "Send me those two pictures?"

Luke quickly sent him pictures.

At this time, it was seen that Phil took out a smart phone, but the style of the phone was not small.

Obviously, the SHIELD has come up with its own version of the smart phone.

Luke was not surprised at this point, and they were not selling money. SHIELD wanted to know all the parts of the titanium mobile phone and ordered a few calls.

The system of the mobile phone must not be difficult for the experts of SHIELD, 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 SHIELD.

In fact, Ginny once said that several telecommunications companies have also joined the laying of wireless networks recently, and that smart phones will inevitably lead to explosive growth next year.

Obviously, people who are aware of the effect of this mobile network have begun to enter the venue, which may have the official meaning of the United States.

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

After chatting, Luke looked at Phil and shook his head: "Come and sit in my car."

Phil: "Ah?"

After a while, the two sat on the pickup truck, and Phil looked at the monitoring screen on the tablet in front of himself. Although he knew 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: "Little cakes made at home, eat some."

Phil hesitated, or picked up the cake and took a bite: "Well? Who made this ...?"

Luke: "I."

Phil's eyes widened and he turned his head and said, "You ... will make a cake?"

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

Phil heard this, and for a moment, his expression suddenly faded, and he even forgot to eat the cake.

Luke noticed his anomaly, but didn't question him. He just chatted, "Don't eat too casually. The donuts in the convenience store don't taste good."

With that said, he took two more bottles of Guanara from his backpack and handed them one: "Nothing to drink this, natural and refreshing."

Phil carried the backpack a little strangely: "You brought so much food when you came out?"

Luke chuckled: "My partner and I consume a lot of energy, and like to eat snacks. In order to get stomach ulcers or something early, we put some food and drinks in the car almost at any time."

Felton tilted his head awkwardly.

Compared to Luke, his middle-aged man really humiliated the Coulson family, and he might as well take care of himself as an older child.

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

He left Phil with a sack of cakes and a few bottles of drinks, and jokingly said that Phil would not get hungry for stomach trouble here.

Phil looked at F150 far away, speechless for a long time.

Until the F150 disappeared, he returned to his car and unconsciously looked at the big bag of cakes and drinks. His expression seemed a little happy, but with a dark look.

What Luke thought was less complicated.

For Phil, he had long speculated.

He didn't want to test Phil's relationship with him before he had solid intelligence, so he could take it easy.

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

Every time he appears, a SHIELD agent must take the box lunch.

In a way, this can also be regarded as a kind of "luck", but it is not good for his men.

Luke doesn't plan to get the box lunch like his men, so he needs to do more preparation.

On the way home, the phone came over.

Luke picked up a few words and waited for the edge of the flat land a few hundred meters away from the small hills after hanging up. At the same time, all the lights on the F150 were turned on.

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 leading car.

Although he was wearing a suit, red face and rough hands, and a thick voice proved that he was not a Sven.

The man in the business suit shook hands with Luke: "Mr. Coulson, you have all the things you want, this is the first batch. After unloading, they will immediately go back to pull the second batch of supplies. Is it starting now?"

Luke admired such a straight-headed person, nodded immediately, and took out a roll of drawings from his backpack to expand, pointing at Ping not far away and saying, "Here it is, just follow this repair."

The man in the suit took the drawing, but after looking at it for a moment, he looked surprised: "This is it?"

Luke: "That's it, but it must be fast and the quality must not be poor."

The man in the suit wanted to ask another question, but suddenly thought of the red face of the general manager and the expression of "big business", he forcibly swallowed the words.

Even a civil dog has a mind in making money.

They gave money, what they said was what they said.

This patron has already paid a large amount of money in advance. What is it that people want to build a building block in the wilderness? Just give the money and let yourself build a big pit.

Quickly confirmed the Luke formalities and confirmed that there will be no legal problems in repairing the building blocks here. The man in the suit picked up the walkie-talkie directly: "Start."

When he gave an order, the following series of heavy trucks began to unload the drawn construction materials, mainly cement and steel bars, and various machinery began to be erected. Everything was fast and orderly. It is indeed a project transferred from Dallas urgently. team.

The rumbling machine started here, and Phil on the small hill also heard the movement ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ After driving for a while, he was suspicious, so he called Luke.

After a few words of hang up, he scratched his head: "This boy, just fix things on Drex's land, and he won't be afraid of being beaten."

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

Knowing that Luke was working on something, he didn't pay too much attention, or he didn't care much about it--the cakes and juices were all collected, so what's the matter.

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

His name faded again when he said the name that was rarely mentioned again, and then thought of another name that he could scarcely remember.

"If you are still alive, you should be proud of him!" He muttered, looking at the blue sky that seemed more open under the scorching sun, and his heart was empty.

On the hill, only the black car stood alone.

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