Luke didn't think much of it.
He let go of Ivan's reins because … he didn't need them at all.
Batman and Ivan had an agreement before, and Luke was using Big Dipper as a guarantor to let Ivan do whatever he wanted.
Back and forth, Batman's promise was not broken. Ivan still owed Big Dipper a favor, and Batman's prestige remained the same.
Besides, the level-one clone didn't plan to return to America right away.
Last time, he had found a lot of projects in Japan to earn points, but he had to return because of the airship incident.
This time, he could take advantage of the situation, and wouldn't have to come back for a long time.
Giving Ivan a break was purely a convenience. In any case, he wouldn't be needed to deal with those gangsters.
…
Leaving the level-one clone to continue harvesting in Japan, Luke entered semi-seclusion in New York.
After two weeks of research, he finally went to Tony as a bigshot.
In the top-secret laboratory below the building, Luke "transformed" into the Silver Samurai armor.
Tony wasn't in a hurry to ask questions. Instead, he had Jarvis activate the surveillance program.
It is a pleasure for a scientist to discover for himself the wonders of something.
Luke didn't say anything. He leisurely sipped his Darjeeling black tea and let the guy do whatever he wanted.
After at least ten minutes, Tony looked at him with a strange expression. "Is this the armor that Shi Zhitian was wearing?"
Luke nodded.
Tony asked, "Do you have the formula?"
Luke shook his head regretfully. "Ishida hid it, but he's dead now."
Tony was speechless and nodded regretfully. "What a pity. This thing … looks like some kind of special alloy."
For example, someone's shield. The tycoon added inwardly.
Luke had examined the armor himself, and naturally knew its value. "I'll lend it to you for research. In return, I want the results of your research. However, I'll only use it to make equipment for Bat Squad. "
"Deal," Tony agreed readily.
He had the absolute upper hand in this deal.
Even if the research produced results, he would be the one to decide how much to hand over and when to hand it over. Only an idiot wouldn't agree.
This old man really didn't know how to do business. The former arms dealer complained inwardly.
But then he remembered the bigshot's relationship with Batman and Big Dipper, as well as his hypnotic ability to come and go freely under everyone's watchful eyes, and his "spatial superpower" that even a spatial blocker couldn't stop.
With such strong strength and a staunch ally, the business would not suffer any losses.
Moreover, the boss did not lack money at all.
Points would be prioritized when buying from the big shots.
He buys from all hands, cash first.
The Pixiu, a hundred percent resource, had no way of getting out.
As for the technology that the big shots were selling, Tony was too lazy to talk about it.
If one were to use fighter jets as an example, the big boss would have a fifth-generation jet fighter, while the others would have propeller-driven fighter jets or first-generation jet fighters.
This gap was not just a matter of one generation.
Therefore, Tony did not say a word about the big boss selling a bunch of technologies.
Capitalists had no sympathy for their peers. It was not like they fell into the pit themselves, so it was none of their business.
Tony couldn't help but ask, "Where's the knife?"
Luke said, "Big Dipper uses a saber too."
Tony was speechless.
Not only did Big Dipper use a saber, but he was also very good at it.
When he killed Schlade, he even used the Earth Splitter Slash, which was extremely cool.
If it were Tony, he wouldn't sell the "toy" he liked even if he couldn't use it, let alone the weapon he was most comfortable with.
After delivering the Silver Samurai and the nanotechnology, Luke said goodbye and left.
Wasting Tony's time was wasting his own skills. He knew that very well.
The big shot didn't need to curry favor with Tony. Business was business.
Someone like the tycoon was very unwilling to accept favors from others.
Batman was already his limit; it would be very difficult for anyone else to play the same game.
…
At that moment, Luke was eating skewers with Selina on the rooftop.
He clinked bottles of cold beer with hers and took a big gulp. He suddenly said, "What do you think about quitting and starting our own business?"
Selina: "Pfft ~ ~ ~"
Gold Nugget, which was eating meat in front of her: (⑦ ﹏〈)?
Luke was already prepared. He had deliberately opened his mouth when she wasn't facing him, so he didn't spray any of the beer on her.
At that moment, he calmly handed her two napkins.
Selina grabbed them and wiped her mouth. She then wiped the dog's head in front of her. "Why do we have to quit? What's starting our own business? "
Luke said, "I've been thinking about it recently. It's a little bit of an idea. "
Looking at his expression, Selina knew that this "business" and making money were two different things.
It was precisely because making money was meaningless to them that she felt the suggestion was nonsense.
Selina raised her beer and was about to take a sip, when she stopped, in case she got a strange answer. "Tell me about it."
Luke flipped the skewers in his hand. "For example, opening a private detective agency in New York?"
Stunned for a moment, Selina took a swig from the bottle and nodded thoughtfully. "That … sounds interesting."
A private detective was different from a police detective, but it wasn't much of a difference for Luke and her.
As long as they had money, it wouldn't be too troublesome to do any job.
Pondering for a moment, she asked, "I'm fine with it, but why now?"
Luke picked up the sizzling lamb skewers on the grill, sprinkled some cumin and chili powder on them, and gave them to her so that she could be a quiet glutton for the time being while he fed Gold Nugget.
Only then did he explain, "There are a few reasons. First, we did it to support Dustin and Elsa. Now that they've been promoted, we don't need them to crack cases anymore. "
Splitting the loot with Gold Nugget, Selina nodded in agreement.
They had come to New York with the intention of becoming vigilantes, but it was because of Dustin and Elsa that they had become detectives.
Dustin and Elsa now had excellent resumes, abilities, and achievements. Coupled with the several resignations from NYPD, there were basically no obstacles to their promotions.
Dustin was already Deputy Inspector, and was about to be promoted to First Supervisor of the Detective Bureau.
Elsa had been a Lieutenant last year, and would be promoted to Captain next year when she had enough years of service.
As a result, the two of them would be completely separated from the frontlines, and wouldn't even have the chance to command frontline operations.
When Luke asked Jenny to donate to the police department, he had specifically mentioned their names.
Of course, he hadn't explicitly asked for them to be promoted.
But for someone of Jenny's status to say the names of these two "junior" officers was in itself a sign of her attitude.
Commissioner Nelson knew what she was trying to say.
As long as Titanium Phone Company still donated tens of millions of dollars in funds and supplies to NYPD every year, their careers wouldn't be bad.
At the very least, there wouldn't be much resistance before he was promoted to Deputy Chief Police (one star).
There were nearly a hundred one-star officers in NYPD. If every two of them could pull in tens of millions of dollars in donations every year, that would be an extra 500 million dollars every year.
In fact, these people would be considered capable if they could pull in half a million dollars, let alone five million a year.
Capitalists had worked hard to earn their money. Since they had already paid their taxes, why should they donate again for nothing?
Don't say that charity could be tax-deductible.
Doing charity could also be tax-deductible, and there was no need to give it to NYPD at all.
To give money was to obtain privileges and benefits.
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