After a brief silence, Robert suddenly said, "You've pissed off a lot of people? A while ago, you asked me to find someone I trust to set up a small security company to ensure the safety of the house. "
Luke said, "For now, it's not a big problem, but it's better to be prepared. I'm not sure when a lunatic will come looking for you. "
Robert frowned and thought for a long while before he nodded slowly. "Alright. I'll look for a few old friends. But we haven't been in touch for years. I wonder how they're doing now. "
"It's fine. You seem to have a lot of old friends. I'm sure you can find someone suitable." Luke heaved a sigh of relief.
If Robert had followed Drax's example and said, "I've been fighting and killing for decades and have never been afraid of anyone," that would have been a headache.
The main thing was that his family's safety was at stake. Robert didn't have the guts to gamble with the old and weak at home.
"Then I'll go in and watch TV?" Luke said as he got up.
Robert also stood up and said, "Okay."
As they walked into the house, Robert suddenly remembered something and was enlightened. "No wonder you donated a million dollars to the town police department after I came back from vacation. That's the money from the phone company, right?"
Luke chuckled. "Improving the police department's environment to make it more comfortable for you."
Robert curled his lip. "A hundred thousand is enough. It's a waste to give more. Gonzalez insisted on asking me for money to build a separate deputy sheriff's office. I had no choice but to approve it. "
Luke laughed. "Alright, Gonzalez has wanted a separate office for seven or eight years. It's not right for you to keep pushing it down. You have to be united and harmonious! "
Gonzalez was a deputy sheriff, Robert's deputy, and he was Hispanic.
However, this guy and Robert were at odds. Although neither of them were bad people, they just didn't like each other.
Robert had never relented to this guy's request for a separate office.
Firstly, the police department really didn't have the money.
Secondly, in a small police department with only a few people, the deputy sheriff's office was more pretentious than practical.
For example, Robert rarely stayed in his office. He would either drive outside or chat in the big office.
But this time, after Luke donated a million dollars to the police department, Robert only agreed to build a separate office for the deputy sheriff because he wanted to save money for Luke. Apart from that, they didn't build anything else.
The expenditure was only used to repair the existing building of the police station and to replace and add some necessary facilities.
For example, the leaky pipes and cracked walls, which were usually mended by everyone, were finally repaired by professional carpenters and plumbers.
Secondly, the air conditioners and freezers that were not very cold had also been replaced.
In the end, under the strong request of all the police officers, Robert gave them a new high-end coffee machine.
Robert didn't even spend thirty thousand dollars in total. The rest of the money was put into the police department's account for the maintenance and repairs every year.
As the only major donor to the police department in a small town, Luke's photo was hung on the police department's wall of honor the next day. There was also a caption under the photo: Donor Luke Coulson, Shackelford Police Department's lifelong honorary officer.
With money, you can hang your picture and name on the wall of honor.
At least in the Shackelford Police Department, one million was enough to hang ten people on it, or one person for ten lifetimes.
There was no specific purpose for the donation.
Everyone else in the police department understood that they had relied on their relationship with the sheriff to get this benefit. Of course, nobody said anything.
With this money, Robert would be able to work until he was seventy.
The next day happened to be a Friday.
In the afternoon, the whole family set off, including Selina, to Coulson Ranch and Hayek Ranch.
The ranches of the two families were neighbors, and were now managed by the same professional team.
After seeing Drax, the stubborn old man hugged Luke and patted him a few times to vent the "surprise" that Luke had given him.
Then, it was the daily routine on the ranch.
They worked, rode horses, drank, and ate barbecued meat. Everything was fine as long as they wanted.
…
While Luke and Selina returned to Shackelford and enjoyed a leisurely family holiday on the ranch, Los Angeles was in turmoil.
On the morning of the third day after the uncle and nephew's love-hate relationship, Tony Stark held a press conference.
Luke had seen the news last night that the press conference was about to be held, and had turned on the TV early in the morning to see if Tony would be as crazy as ever.
At the same time, he also called Selina and asked her to get up and join him.
Sheriff Robert skipped work again today, and sat at the dining table with Luke as they watched the TV in the living room.
Looking at the middle-aged man on the podium, Robert smacked his lips. "From the looks of it, he's obviously rich."
Luke said, "You're rich now. In the future, remember to put away that look of disdain when you say 'rich.' "
Robert said, "Cut it out. You're rich, but I'm not. "
Luke shrugged. "Whatever you want, but you're indeed a rich man legally."
Robert snorted and couldn't be bothered to argue with him. He started talking about the rich people on TV again. "Does this female reporter have a grudge against him? She's been targeting him. "
Luke said, "She slept with him and threw him away. It's that simple."
Robert said, "Hmph, rich."
Luke didn't say anything this time. It was indeed easy for rich people to do that. At the very least, they didn't have to worry about money when picking up girls.
And money was exactly what most people struggled with when it came to picking up girls.
Robert, however, quickly glanced at someone next to him. "What about you?"
Pondering for a moment, Luke shook his head. "I'm much more upright than he is."
Robert was suspicious. "Is there something wrong with me? Luke Coulson, please answer me directly. Are you as promiscuous as that guy on TV? "
Luke shook his head quickly. "No."
How could he compare to Stark in terms of promiscuity? The number of women Stark "interacted" with in a year was enough for him to struggle for a lifetime.
In that regard, the tycoon couldn't be blamed. He was just that "hardworking."
At that moment, Tony had already picked up the blue piece of paper and read the "lines" on it.
It was the speech that Agent Phil, who had been a professional police officer for more than ten years, had provided. The agent had also provided fifty professional "witnesses" who would prove that the tycoon had partied all night on a yacht that night.
Countless thoughts flashed through his head. In the end, a dark figure appeared in his mind. The eyes behind the blood-red lenses seemed to be provoking him, and he made a happy decision.
"The truth is …" Tony paused and threw away the blue piece of paper.
"I'm Iron Man!"
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