As he got into the car, Luke said to him, "Don't worry, this is Texas. If something really goes wrong, just say that you don't know anything. "
Old Patrick snorted and got into his car to help deliver the things to Drax's ranch.
He had been running a gun shop for a long time, and had only switched careers because he didn't want to get old.
The truth was that with Robert's protection, there was a chance that something would go wrong, but it definitely wasn't high.
As long as he wanted to protect him, Robert could make all the "evidence" invalid at any time.
After unloading the things into Drax's tool shed, Old Patrick left. He didn't know what Luke wanted to do or what he wanted to do.
He wouldn't admit that he had sold these two trucks of weapons and ammunition.
Luke, on the other hand, took out tools from his inventory and started to modify the two pickup trucks on the ranch.
As for getting close to Thor? There was no need at all.
That guy was still a proud and arrogant child, which was why his father had kicked him out of the house.
This was a second-generation heir who was even wealthier than Tony Stark.
Tony only had Stark Industries, but Thor was the man who was going to inherit Asgard.
In terms of wealth alone, he was worth more than all the wealth on Earth.
As the ruler of the Nine Realms, Thor was just that rich.
It wasn't easy to get along with such a person.
Among the people on Earth, apart from the members of the Avengers who had gone through thick and thin with him, Jane Foster was the only one he cared about.
But Dr. Jane had fallen in love with Thor at first sight, and they had become a couple.
Luke was a man. He didn't have what it took to walk this path, nor would he take it.
The truth was that there weren't any easy people to get along with in the Avengers.
Even Dr. Banner, who had the best temper, found it difficult to control the green fatty in his body.
If you befriended Banner, the chances of you getting beaten to death by the green fatty would be lower.
It was still the same; trying to gain the trust of those experienced superheroes with empty words and gain benefits was purely childish thinking.
If you didn't fight together and show enough strength and courage, you wouldn't have the right to gain their recognition.
On this point, a certain bureau chief was a good example.
This nominal leader of the Avengers was always suspected and despised by the superheroes. He didn't even have as much influence on them as Phil did.
Excluding Captain America, the only heroes that a certain director could directly use were Black Widow and Hawkeye, his two direct subordinates.
Their trust in a certain director had been built up over a long period of time.
This still proved that ordinary people could not be trusted by superheroes without working and fighting together for a long time.
Thus, Luke hadn't specifically struck up a conversation with any superhero.
If that was the case, it would be far better to participate in some battles at the right time and use actions to prove his strength and character.
Besides, it was safer to let those sockpuppets do the work.
Luke quickly threw those useless thoughts to the back of his mind and devoted himself to the modification work.
This time, he was going to experiment on the giant robot.
This was akin to courting death, so of course he had to take it seriously.
At critical moments, he didn't mind running. After all, he was neither a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent nor a superhero.
As an ordinary detective, he was qualified to be a coward.
At five o 'clock the next morning, the man in a suit from the construction team called, "Mr. Coulson, we're done. All that's left is to wait for the cement to completely set. We can only test it tomorrow. Do you want to come and take a look now? "
Luke told the man to wait and rushed over.
Drax's ranch was only a few kilometers away from the construction site, and he arrived very quickly.
After getting out of the car, Luke greeted him and checked the completed project with the man in a suit.
This project was just a bunch of thick cement blocks of varying heights. It was too simple, and there wasn't much to check.
In less than half an hour, Luke nodded and said that it was fine. At the same time, he turned down the man in a suit's offer to leave two people here and do another test tomorrow. He told them to pack up and leave.
However, he kept the prefab house and asked the man in a suit to count it as part of the project's payment.
The man in a suit was very straightforward and immediately called for the construction team to clean up. Dozens of people quickly packed up everything, and the rumbling of the motorcade echoed in the early morning Texas wilderness as it sped away.
Only the "project" that they had spent half a day working on was left.
At the prefab house, Darcy appeared at a window on the second floor and shouted at Luke in annoyance, "Hey, you didn't say that someone would drill holes in the side when you sleep here! My head is going to explode from the noise. "
Luke raised his head and smiled. He took out a big box from his car, waved at her, and walked down to the prefab house.
He entered a room on the ground floor, which had a simple plastic chair. He put the big box on the table and turned to Darcy, who was standing at the door, and said with a smile, "It's good for your health to sleep early and get up early. They've just finished. From now on, you can sleep until tomorrow morning. There won't be any noise to disturb you. "
Darcy nodded blankly. "That's good. The hum of that crappy machine is making my chest feel stuffy."
As she spoke, she rubbed her chest and pretended to be in pain.
Luke couldn't help but wonder … if it was because it was too big, causing a resonance?
He said, "That's a concrete vibrator. It's used to get rid of the bubbles in the cement. It's indeed very annoying. That's why I brought you breakfast as an apology. "
Darcy asked, "You brought me breakfast?"
At that moment, she was only wearing a thin sweater. Her hair was messy, and she wasn't wearing her black-rimmed glasses. Her slightly nearsighted eyes narrowed slightly as she glanced at him.
She looked like a sleepy Persian cat, and gave off an indescribably adorable air.
Luke didn't explain that he had said "you" instead of "you." In any case, it was the same word.
It wasn't his fault that Darcy misunderstood.
He simply waved for her to come over. When she came over, he draped the thick jacket he had just taken off over her. "Even if this is Texas, it's still very cold in the wilderness in winter. Don't catch a cold."
Darcy nodded blankly again as he opened the box, and a lot of food appeared inside.
The truth was that for Luke, these were just snacks that he had casually stuffed into his inventory, such as sandwiches, cakes, cookies, milk, and cereal.
Every time he made food, he would make a little more and stuff it into his inventory. A month later, he would give it all to Gold Nugget to dispose of.
The food in his inventory couldn't be kept warm, but it wouldn't go bad.
After testing, even if they were taken out a month later, they wouldn't be any different from when they had just been put in.
It was only because of his obsession with cleanliness that Luke didn't want to eat food that had been made a month ago that he had asked Gold Nugget to dispose of it.
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