American Comics: Starting with Luke the Maker

Nick Fury walked out of the police station with a dark face, hurriedly got into his car, and then opened the door directly in front of everyone.

"Drive." Nick Fury said.

"Okay, boss." Phil Coulson, who was sitting in the driver's seat, looked serious. He rarely wore his signature smile, but started the car expressionlessly.

"Laugh if you want, I know it's embarrassing." Nick Fury looked at Phil Coulson's pretending to be serious in the rearview mirror of the car and snorted. Since joining S.H.I.E.L.D. as director

, it was the first time that he was brought into the police station for interrogation as a criminal. As expected, he became famous in the circle.

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Nick Fury held his forehead with a headache. Ever since he had someone take him out, it had become difficult to hide it. He could already foresee a scenario in which he might die in society in the future.

"Oh, I heard that Nick, you were arrested as a criminal and taken to the police station for breaking into a house?"

Thinking of this greeting when meeting acquaintances, Nick Fury couldn't help but want to call him "little bastard" again!

"I thought you guys had a great time chatting." Phil Coulson still firmly held back the smile on his face and replied with an unchanged expression.

"We had a great time chatting." Nick Fury leaned on the back of the seat behind him and answered with his eyes closed, out of sight and out of mind. "Although there were some twists and turns, in the end he did not reject my proposal."

"Then?" Phil Colson just started to speak, but then he stopped his question. He originally wanted to ask, "Then why were you taken away from his villa by the police?

"

Phil Coulson was very curious about this question, so curious that he felt itchy in his heart. Even the agents below who are not very high-ranking would not be taken to the police station if they committed something during a mission? How embarrassing would that be for the organization?

"I know what you want to ask, Agent Coulson." Nick Fury's voice was very calm: "You can think of it as an accident that no one wants to see happen."

"Okay, then about Luke Field..." Phil Coulson also understood and stopped asking any more questions. He was afraid that if he continued to ask questions, his life in SHIELD would be difficult.

"You are responsible for bringing people into contact first." Nick Fury casually gave him an errand.

"But I am in charge of the big money now." The big money in Phil Coulson's mouth refers to Tony Stark. After all, he was sent by SHIELD to work with Tony and Pepper Potts in the beginning.

Logically speaking, the person who made contact should be the person who continues to contact him.

"He who can do it. I have other arrangements with Stark." Nick Fury insisted.

"Okay, you are the boss, you have the final say." Phil Coulson shrugged: "Then what do I need to pay attention to? He can't be more difficult than the big guys, right?"

"He? A very smart little bastard." Nick Fury closed his eyes again: "Don't let him catch you, he is very good at using the rules to embarrass you. Just like me today."

…

An island training base for S.H.I.E.L.D.

The huge transport helicopter slowly docked on the apron, and the rear hatch opened. Snoke jumped out from above with three soldiers carrying a large metal box, and then Luke and Ina took a step from above.

They walked down. Behind them were two very powerful-looking transport trucks.

"Welcome, Mr. Field and Miss Sandra." Phil Coulson faced the wind with a bright forehead, "I am Phil Coulson, and SHIELD will be responsible for communicating with you next.

People who communicate.”

"Mr. Colson." Ina Sandra shook the hand that Cole handed over.

"We have intelligence channels saying that Hyperion Industries has steel suit technology similar to Stark's." Phil Coulson looked at the two men with tentative eyes.

"The information is correct." Ina Sandra was obviously the person in charge this time.

After the few people exchanged greetings, they took a bus to the training ground together.

"Want to experience Tony's steel suit?" Ina Sandra looked at the rows of soldiers on the field, waved her hand, and activated the two cargoes in the transport vehicle behind. Under the eyes of everyone in amazement,

, two iron giants more than three meters tall were walking towards them in the training ground step by step.

"Looks a bit like Iron Overlord?" Phil Coulson sighed as he looked at the large body that required looking up to see, covering his eyes with his hands.

"It's different from the crude goods like Iron Overlord. The mechanical products and weapons produced by Hyperion Industries are well-known." Ina Sandra corrected Phil Coulson's words. Anything that may affect Haibolun

She has to stop Bolen's reputation in advance.

Shoddy?

Phil Coulson couldn't laugh or cry when he heard this. He didn't think that Iron Overlord, who could ravage Tony Stark back and forth in the Iron Suit, would be some shoddy product. But he wouldn't refute Ina's words either.

"Can I arrange for someone to try it out?" Phil Coulson asked tentatively.

"Of course. But it doesn't carry any weapons. If you need to install weapons, you can tell us your requirements." Ina Sandra took Luke back a step and motioned to Phil to please.

So for the next hour, everyone present watched the two huge metal giants doing various actions back and forth on the training ground, as well as pure physical attacks and corresponding protective tests. Phil Coulson was very satisfied with the results.

If equipped with weapon systems, these two big guys will be a rampant killer.

Naturally, he also transmitted the test video to his director, and Nick Fury was also very satisfied with it. So the two got down to business.

"Please quote a price, Miss Sandra." Phil Coulson, who had obtained the high authority of his own director, directly asked Luke and the others to start the quotation.

"Five hundred and forty million dollars for bare metal." A charming smile appeared on Ina Sandra's beautiful face.

So the smile on Phil Coulson's face became a little stiff.

"Five hundred and forty million? US dollars?" Phil Coulson repeated Ina's offer.

"Bare metal! If you need to modify and load weapon modules, the cost will be increased depending on the situation." Ina Sandra turned a blind eye to Phil Coulson's petrified face, and spoke with her slender transparent fingers.

The cost of Phil’s scalp numbness: “The annual maintenance cost is at least 30 million.”

"Thirty million?" Phil was a little stunned.

"Every station!" Ina Sandra corrected.

"The price is too expensive, Miss Sandra." Phil Coulson looked at Luke for help, but Luke didn't look at him at all, his eyes were fixed on the two huge metal giants on the field.

It's like there's something up there that attracts him.

"It's not expensive at all, Agent Coulson. Do you know that the cost of light materials needs to be at least close to 300 million US dollars? We are already discounting and discounting the price!"