Luke had originally planned to use Mental Communication to "spy" on Claire's feelings for Stacy.
But because of the confrontation between Claire and Mindy, he had to postpone it.
But judging from the feedback from the training and dinner, they really weren't joking.
The psychological activities of humans had always been shrouded in mystery. No one could truly understand everything about them.
After confirming that neither Claire nor Stacy had any intention of messing around, he didn't want to interfere.
If he helped Claire plan everything, would this life be his or Claire's?
But while he didn't interfere with her love life, he couldn't relax in other areas.
Claire and Stacy had to increase their training to prepare for possible accidents in the future.
Although being a celebrity didn't increase her combat strength, it was a great boost to Claire's psychological growth.
At the very least, she wasn't just thinking about having fun like a year ago.
Hm, maybe there was also the power of love? Luke shook his head and didn't let his thoughts go astray again.
As time passed, the power he wielded grew stronger and stronger.
Two years ago, he had kept everything a secret, including his family.
It wasn't that he didn't trust them, but that he wasn't confident that he could protect his family if he attracted someone's attention.
Now, Titanium Phone Company was the overlord.
Even if the phone project flopped in five years, it would still be able to accumulate a lot of cash flow, enough to transform it into a technology company.
With the tycoon as a "human technology producer," Luke wasn't afraid of making money.
This was also the reason why he had Jenny make a move on all kinds of experimental technology.
As long as there were records of these acquisitions, even if someone noticed that he had some technology, they would think that these projects had borne fruit.
Also, the Everything Merchant had already traded with more than ten organizations, including high-quality Chitauri equipment, exoskeleton technology, battery technology, and so on.
The various technologies in exchange were of low value, but they covered a wide range of areas.
The bigshot was the middleman. This businessman didn't produce the technology; he was just a transporter of it.
It was reasonable for Luke's research institute to exchange for the bigshot's technology.
Although the bigshot was only trading with a dozen or so organizations at the moment, he didn't ask them to sign any contracts. They were all settled in person.
There was clearly no limit to how many people these people could spread the technology and products to.
For example, the technology of the Iron Man Armor. So far, everyone knew that it came from three sources — Iron Man, Batman, and Mourning Whip.
The person with this technique must be related to these three people.
Luke, on the other hand, was deliberately muddying the waters by quickly spreading his technology and products to a certain extent, making it impossible to trace their origins.
By the time there were hundreds of sources on the market, nobody would be able to prove that Luke's research institute was connected to the bigshot.
Whether the product was strong or not had nothing to do with the big boss, but the research institute's research ability.
This process would last for several years, and the big boss would attract the most attention.
Thus, Luke could now use some of his equipment to protect his family, unlike before, when he mainly relied on security companies.
After all, no matter how good a security company was, it was actually not as good as being able to transform into a green fatty — if one only considered survival and did not consider the consequences.
Of course, Luke's family couldn't transform into Green Fatty, but it was only a matter of time before they transformed into low-tech Iron Mans.
Now? The performance of the nano gloves, mask, and bulletproof vest was barely enough.
It was unlikely that he would be able to go head-on against a Superpower user, but it would be good to use it to save his life in an unexpected situation.
As long as he could keep his life, recovery and revenge were all trivial matters.
Now that Luke had a minimum of a million credit points, he could even use the Light of Life to regenerate severed limbs. At most, it would be extremely expensive.
This year, Luke planned to equip his family with high-tech equipment.
Next year, it would be available to the core members of Robert's private security company, and the year after that, the protective equipment could be extended to ordinary members and the relatives of the core members.
For Luke's family, whose assets would double in the next few years, this was just a basic operation.
…
A few days later, Claire, who had finished the charity performance, looked at Luke blankly. "What? Temporarily staying in New York for special training? "
It wasn't that she was against it, but she found it a little strange.
Luke rarely interfered with her life, including her schedule.
Luke nodded and gestured for Claire to follow him. He then drove her to New Hope Research Institute in Nassau County.
The laboratory had been expanding, so it was renamed the research institute.
There weren't many employees at the research institute who were truly talented in research.
Bent, a former employee of the Department of Defense and an expert in the development of non-lethal (social death) weapons, was the only one.
The rest were all covers, and were only doing supporting work.
They would receive all kinds of data after being split up, and after studying it for a while, they would be replaced with data from another project.
For example, they were all brick-moving workers, and couldn't do things that required skills and expertise.
But with them around, there would be a reasonable explanation for the "complete buildings" (technological products) that would appear in the future.
It wasn't that Luke didn't want to poach or train people, but New Hope Research Institute really wasn't famous.
Those who were famous wanted to use his money for their own research.
But these people had very high basic requirements. Not only did they have patents, Luke wasn't allowed to interfere with them.
If he let these people into New Hope Research Institute, he basically wouldn't be interested in what they were researching, and he had to be wary of them playing tricks.
For the sake of funding and research, some of these people wouldn't mind blowing up the research institute to achieve their own goals.
That was what scientists who were too independent were like.
If he had to give an example, April's father, who had created the little turtle and his apprentice, was one such example.
Luke didn't want to end up like Sachs.
Secondly, Adrian's team in the research institute's reserve transport company had been doing well recently, and they couldn't find the time for the time being.
Thus, Luke didn't poach them for the time being.
However, Li Zi was just a research institute of a brick-moving company. Its reputation could still fool people, such as a small layman like Claire.
When they entered Luke's underground research lab in the special elevator, she couldn't keep her mouth shut. "Wow, what are they researching here?"
"Spaceships? Aliens? Superweapons? "
"Why isn't there anyone else?"
"Huh, it's so quiet. Why does it look like a scene from a horror movie?"
Luke grabbed her neck. "Even if it's a horror movie, you've turned it into a comedy."
Claire said, "Let go, I'm an adult. You have to respect me, okay?"
Helpless, Luke turned from grabbing her neck to holding her in his elbow. "That's how I treat my friends. Hm, they're basically in their thirties or forties, and they're definitely mature. "
Claire punched and kicked him. "Asshole, I'm a girl, not like those middle-aged and elderly people in your police department."
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
