Thinking that, Phil hesitated for a moment, but still said, "Can you send me a copy of those two pictures as well?"
Luke sent him a picture without hesitation.
At that moment, he saw Phil take out a smartphone, but it was quite different from the Titanium phone.
Clearly, S.H.I.E.L.D. had already developed their own version of the smartphone.
Luke wasn't surprised. It wasn't like they were selling it for money. If S.H.I.E.L.D. wanted to know all the parts for the Titanium phone, it would only take a few phone calls.
The phone's system definitely wouldn't be a problem for S.H.I.E.L.D.'s experts, since Luke wasn't using too much technology.
Smartphone technology would be completely spread next year at most. Patent protection was the foundation for cell phone companies to make money, so it didn't matter if S.H.I.E.L.D. copied it.
In fact, Jenny had once said that several telecommunications companies had joined the wireless network in the past month, and smartphones were bound to explode next year.
Clearly, people who had sensed the use of the phone network were already starting to enter the scene, and it was very likely that the American authorities were involved.
Luke had to be more careful with the polyhedron system. There were many surveillance programs on the Internet that ordinary people didn't know existed.
After chatting, Luke looked at Phil and couldn't help but shake his head. "Let's take a seat in my car."
Phil: "Huh?"
A moment later, they sat down in the pickup. Phil was speechless as he looked at the surveillance feed on the tablet in front of him. Although I know you play with technology, you seem to be faster than us. Your skills aren't that far off.
Luke grabbed his backpack from the backseat and took out a big paper bag. He put it between them. "Have a little cake I made at home."
Phil hesitated for a moment, but still picked up the cake and took a bite. "Huh? Who … made this? "
Luke said, "Me."
Phil's eyes widened as he turned around. "You … know how to make a cake?"
Luke said, "It's not bad. If I'm not a detective, I can make a living by opening a pastry shop. "
Phil was stunned for a moment when he heard that. His expression suddenly dimmed, and he even forgot to eat the cake.
Luke sensed his abnormality, but didn't ask any questions. He simply said, "Don't eat too casually. The bagged doughnuts from the convenience store don't taste good."
As he spoke, he took out two bottles of guarana from his backpack and handed one to her. "You can drink this if you're fine. It's natural and refreshing."
Phil looked at his backpack strangely. "Why do you bring so much food out?"
Luke chuckled. "My partner and I use a lot of energy, and we like to snack. In order not to get stomach ulcers early, we always put some food and drinks in the car. "
Filton awkwardly turned his head away.
Compared with Luke, this middle-aged man was truly a disgrace to the Coulson family. He wasn't even as good as an older child at taking care of himself.
Luke didn't sit for long. He only chatted with Phil for a few minutes before he drove off.
He left a big bag of cakes and a few bottles of drinks for Phil. He even joked that Phil wouldn't starve to the point of having stomach problems.
Phil looked at the F150 in the distance and was speechless for a long time.
It was not until the F150 disappeared that he returned to his car. He unconsciously looked at the big bag of cakes and drinks. His expression seemed to be a little happy, but also a little sad.
Luke's thoughts, however, weren't so complicated.
He already had his suspicions about Phil.
Without concrete information, he didn't want to test the relationship between him and Phil. He could take it slow.
But Phil's arrival made him determined to finish his preparations as soon as possible.
Every time this man appeared, a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent would definitely receive a lunch box.
To some extent, this could be considered a kind of "luck," except that it wasn't very good for his subordinates.
Luke didn't plan to let himself receive a lunch box like his subordinates, so he had to make more preparations.
He was on his way home when he received a call.
Luke picked up the phone and said a few words. He then hung up and waited at the edge of a flat area hundreds of meters away from the hill. At the same time, he turned on all the lights on the F150. The red, blue, and yellow flashes were still eye-catching even in the middle of the day.
Soon, a series of cars appeared in the distance. They then turned slightly and drove toward the F150.
A burly man in a suit got out of the lead car.
Although he was wearing a suit, his red face, rough hands, and loud voice proved that he wasn't a refined person.
The man shook hands with Luke. "Mr. Coulson, everything you asked for is ready. This is the first batch. They'll immediately go back and get the second batch of supplies after they're unloaded. Shall we start now?"
Luke admired straightforward people like him. He immediately nodded and took out a scroll of blueprints from his backpack. He pointed at the flat area not far away and said, "Right here. Just fix it according to this."
The man in the suit took the blueprints and was surprised after only looking at them for a moment. "That's it?"
Luke said, "That's it, but it has to be fast and of good quality."
The man in the suit wanted to ask more questions, but he suddenly recalled the CEO's red face and the way he had been shouting about "big business," and swallowed his words.
Even a construction dog would have a brain when it came to making money.
If the customer paid, the customer would do whatever the customer said.
This customer had already paid a huge sum of money in advance. So what if the customer wanted to build a pile of building blocks in the middle of nowhere? As long as the customer paid, they could even build a big cesspool.
After confirming that there were no legal problems with Luke's paperwork and building a pile of building blocks here, the man in the suit picked up the walkie-talkie. "Let's get to work."
As soon as he gave the order, a string of heavy trucks behind him began to unload the construction materials, mainly cement and steel bars. All kinds of machinery also began to be set up. Everything was fast and orderly, worthy of being an engineering team that had been urgently transferred from Dallas.
As the machines rumbled, Phil, who was on the hill, heard the noise. He drove over to take a look for a moment and was a little suspicious, so he called Luke.
After saying a few words, he hung up and scratched his head. "This kid is building things on Drax's land. Isn't he afraid of getting beaten up?"
Suddenly, he thought of something and shook his head. "That old man can't bear to beat him up."
Knowing that it was Luke who was up to it, he didn't pay much attention, or rather, he didn't want to. He had already accepted the cake and juice, so what else could he do?
Thinking that, he couldn't help but pick up another cake and eat it. "This craftsmanship is about the same as Glauria's. Sigh …"
Saying this name that he rarely mentioned, and then thinking of another name that he almost didn't dare think of, his expression dimmed again.
"If you were still alive, you would be proud of him!" he murmured as he looked at the blue sky under the scorching sun, his heart empty.
On the hill, only the black sedan was parked there alone.
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