Chapter 1008 - Treat, and Getting to Work

Chapter 1008: Treat, and Getting to Work

Thinking that, Phil hesitated for a moment before he said, "Can you send me a copy of those two pictures?"

Luke quickly sent him the images.

At that moment, Phil took out a smartphone, but it was different from a Titanium phone.

It was clear that S.H.I.E.L.D. had already created smartphones for their own use.

Luke wasn't surprised. It wasn't like S.H.I.E.L.D. was planning to sell them. If S.H.I.E.L.D. wanted to know about all the components in the Titanium phone, it was just a matter of giving a few instructions over the phone.

The phone's OS certainly wouldn't be hard for the S.H.I.E.L.D. experts to figure out since the technology Luke used wasn't too advanced.

Smartphone technology would become completely widespread by next year at most, and patent rights were the foundation on which cell phone companies made money, so it didn't matter if S.H.I.E.L.D. copied it.

In fact, Jenny had already said that several telecommunications companies had joined the wireless network in the past month, and that smartphones would explode next year.

It was clear that the people who had discovered the uses of the phone network had already entered the arena, and it was very likely that the American government was involved.

Luke had to be more careful with his multifaceted system. There were many surveillance programs online that ordinary people didn't know about.

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

Phil: "Huh?"

A moment later, they sat in the pickup. Phil looked at the surveillance footage on the tablet in front of him and was lost for words. I know you're a techie, but it seems you're quicker than we are. Your skills aren't any worse.

Luke grabbed his backpack from the backseat and put it between them. "This is cake from home. Have some."

Phil hesitated for a moment, but still picked up the cake and took a bite. "Huh? Who made this?"

Luke: "Me."

Phil's eyes widened as he turned around. "You… know how to make cakes?"

Luke said, "I'm so-so. If I'm not a detective, I can still make a living by opening a bakery."

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

Luke sensed that something was wrong, but didn't ask about it. He simply said, "Don't eat rubbish. Convenience store donuts aren't great."

As he spoke, he took out two bottles of guaraná from his backpack and gave one to her. "Drink this if there's nothing else. It's natural juice and can help reenergize you."

Phil looked at his backpack strangely. "Do you always bring so much food out?"

Luke chuckled. "My partner and I both consume a lot of energy, and we like to eat snacks. In order not to get an early stomach ulcer or something, we almost always have food and drinks in the car."

Phil immediately turned his head away in embarrassment.

Compared with Luke, this middle-aged man was a real embarrassment to the Coulson family. He wasn't even as good at taking care of himself as this kid.

Luke didn't sit for long. He talked to Phil for a few minutes before he drove off.

He left behind a big bag of cakes and a few bottles of drinks for Phil, and joked that Phil wouldn't go hungry and develop stomach problems here.

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

It wasn't until the F150 disappeared that he returned to his car. He couldn't help but look at the big bag of cakes and drinks. He seemed a little happy, but also sad.

Luke's thoughts weren't complicated.

He already long had some guesses about Phil.

Until he had concrete information, he didn't want to test his relationship with Phil; they could take it slow.

But Phil's arrival made him determined to finish his preparations as soon as possible.

Every time this person appeared, someone from S.H.I.E.L.D. would definitely die.

To a certain extent, this was also a kind of "luck," but it wasn't good for his subordinates.

Luke didn't plan on getting killed along with Phil's men, so he had to be even more prepared.

On his way home, he received a call.

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

Not long after, a series of vehicles appeared in the distance. They turned slightly and drove toward the F150.

A man in a suit got out of the car.

Although he was wearing a suit, his red face and rough hands, as well as his rough voice, indicated that he wasn't some cultured gentleman.

The man in a suit shook hands with Luke. "Mr. Coulson, everything you want is ready. This is the first batch. Once it's unloaded, they'll go back right away for the second batch of supplies. Do you want to start now?"

Luke appreciated a person who cut to the chase. He immediately nodded and took out a blueprint from his backpack. Pointing at the flat land not far away, he said, "Here. Just follow this."

The man took the blueprint and looked at it for a moment before he asked in surprise, "This is it?"

Luke said, "That's it, but you have to be quick and you can't skimp on quality."

The man in the suit wanted to ask more questions, but he suddenly recalled the manager's flushed face and his expression which screamed "big business," and he swallowed his words.

Even a mutt had brains when it came to making money.

The other side had paid; they could only do whatever he wanted.

This client had already paid a huge deposit. What was the point of building a pile of building blocks in the middle of nowhere? As long as he gave the money, however, they could even build him a big manure pit.

After confirming Luke's plan and that there were no legal issues with building a bunch of blocks here, the man picked up the walkie-talkie and said, "Let's get to work."

At his command, the heavy trucks behind them began to unload the building materials, which were mainly cement, steel bars, and various machinery. Everything was done quickly and orderly, as expected of an engineering team from Dallas.

As the machines rumbled to life, Phil, who was on the hill, heard the noise. He drove over to take a look, then gave Luke a puzzled call.

After hanging up, he scratched his head and said, "This kid is just doing whatever he wants on Drax's land. Isn't he afraid of getting beaten up?"

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

Knowing that it was Luke behind the ruckus, he didn't pay too much attention, or rather, he didn't really want to care — he had already accepted the cake and juice, so how could he care?

Thinking that, he couldn't help but eat another cake. "This is almost as good as Gloria's. Sigh…"

Saying out loud a name he rarely mentioned, and thinking of another name that he almost didn't dare remember, his expression dimmed again.

"If the two of you were still alive, you would be proud of him!" he mumbled. Looking at the scorching sun in the clear blue sky, his heart felt empty.

Only a lone black car was parked on the hill.