Chapter 1008: Treat, and Getting to Work
Thinking that, Phil hesitated for a moment before he said, âCan you send me a copy of those two pictures?â
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 wasnât surprised. It wasnât 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 phoneâs OS certainly wouldnât be hard for the S.H.I.E.L.D. experts to figure out since the technology Luke used wasnât 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 didnât 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 didnât know about.
After they were done chatting, Luke looked at Phil and shook his head. âCome sit in my car.â
Phil: âHuh?â
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 youâre a techie, but it seems youâre quicker than we are. Your skills arenât any worse.
Luke grabbed his backpack from the backseat and put it between them. âThis is cake from home. Have some.â
Phil hesitated for a moment, but still picked up the cake and took a bite. âHuh? Who made this?â
Luke: âMe.â
Philâs eyes widened as he turned around. âYou... know how to make cakes?â
Luke said, âIâm so-so. If Iâm not a detective, I can still make a living by opening a bakery.â
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 didnât ask about it. He simply said, âDonât eat rubbish. Convenience store donuts arenât great.â
As he spoke, he took out two bottles of guaranĂĄ from his backpack and gave one to her. âDrink this if thereâs nothing else. Itâs natural juice and can help reenergize you.â
Phil looked at his backpack strangely. âDo you always bring so much food out?â
Luke chuckled. âMy 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.â
Phil immediately turned his head away in embarrassment.
Compared with Luke, this middle-aged man was a real embarrassment to the Coulson family. He wasnât even as good at taking care of himself as this kid.
Luke didnât 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 wouldnât go hungry and develop stomach problems here.
Phil looked at the F150 and was speechless for a long while.
It wasnât until the F150 disappeared that he returned to his car. He couldnât help but look at the big bag of cakes and drinks. He seemed a little happy, but also sad.
Lukeâs thoughts werenât complicated.
He already long had some guesses about Phil.
Until he had concrete information, he didnât want to test his relationship with Phil; they could take it slow.
But Philâs 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 âluck,â but it wasnât good for his subordinates.
Luke didnât plan on getting killed along with Philâs 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 wasnât some cultured gentleman.
The man in a suit shook hands with Luke. âMr. Coulson, everything you want is ready. This is the first batch. Once itâs unloaded, theyâll go back right away for the second batch of supplies. Do you want to start now?â
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, âHere. Just follow this.â
The man took the blueprint and looked at it for a moment before he asked in surprise, âThis is it?â
Luke said, âThatâs it, but you have to be quick and you canât skimp on quality.â
The man in the suit wanted to ask more questions, but he suddenly recalled the managerâs flushed face and his expression which screamed âbig business,â 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 Lukeâs plan and that there were no legal issues with building a bunch of blocks here, the man picked up the walkie-talkie and said, âLetâs get to work.â
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, âThis kid is just doing whatever he wants on Draxâs land. Isnât he afraid of getting beaten up?â
Suddenly, he thought of something, and shook his head helplessly. âThat old man canât bear to beat him up.â
Knowing that it was Luke behind the ruckus, he didnât pay too much attention, or rather, he didnât really want to care â he had already accepted the cake and juice, so how could he care?
Thinking that, he couldnât help but eat another cake. âThis is almost as good as Gloriaâs.
Sigh...
â
Saying out loud a name he rarely mentioned, and thinking of another name that he almost didnât dare remember, his expression dimmed again.
âIf the two of you were still alive, you would be proud of him!â 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.