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At 7:30 in the morning, the light white mist still shrouded the Potomac River before dispersing. Fisher was wearing a blue short-sleeved upper body and rowed his rented rubber boat vigorously in the river. The thin water vapor wet his clothes, but he didn't notice it.

After driving the kayak for more than an hour, the white fog completely dissipated, and Fisher slowly rowed the kayak to the shore, and then carried the kayak to the store not far away.

"Mr. Fisher, stop paddling?" The well-built proprietress leaned on the counter and smiled as Fisher walked into the store and piled the kayaks on the open space.

"Yes, it's time to go to work, after all, you can't feed your stomach just by exercising!" Fisher smiled and walked into the dressing room next door.

"I can raise you too!" The lady boss said in a low voice, looking at Fisher's back.

"Raise me?" Fisher suppressed a smile in the locker room. The owner's rental shop can rent out hundreds of kayaks a day. At $10 for 45 minutes, the daily income can be thousands of dollars. In the peak tourist season, it can exceed 10,000, which sounds like a lot, but this is no other place, and Washington, D.C., the heart of the United States, although not as expensive as New York, the cost of a day is also very high, so the proprietress spends a year. The income comes down to the middle class.

"But how many billions do I need for hand sanitizer a year!" Taking off his wet short sleeves, Fisher looked at himself in the mirror with his shirt on, how long has it been? For more than 20 years, he almost forgot what he used to look like.

After standing there for more than ten seconds, Fisher realized. He looked at his strong body in the mirror, then smiled, took out a towel from his cabinet, and walked to the bathroom. Ten minutes later, Fisher, who was wearing a neat suit, walked out of the locker room with a large bag. After saying hello to the proprietress, he left. He is a regular customer of this store, and the fees are paid quarterly.

After walking out of the store, Fisher stood on the side of the road and looked around for a while. A black Mercedes-Benz stopped by the side of the road, and the co-pilot jumped off a slender brunette. She was wearing a white shirt and white Suit, the lower body is also the same white straight skirt, the beauty skillfully opened the rear door to let Fisher get in the car, while she herself took the bag in Fisher's hand and put it in the trunk.

"Morning, boss!"

"Good morning, Kate!"

"Do you have any plans for today?" Fisher asked after getting in the car, taking the mineral water that Kate handed over.

"There are two things in total. At 9:30 you have to see Colonel Lord of the Air Force, he is here to urge us and the Air Force for the drone order, and then at 3 o'clock in the afternoon, on the first anniversary of the reconstruction of the new Baghdad city, you want to give a speech!"

"New Baghdad has been built for a year? How fast!" Fisher was a little surprised.

"This is all your credit!" the female secretary complimented.

"No, this is the credit of each of us!" Fisher leaned on the leather seat, his eyes full of memories, time is so fast!

The Mercedes-Benz drove across Pennsylvania Avenue, and finally slowed down in front of a building that was only about 30 stories high, then turned into an underground parking lot beside it.

In the middle of the building, there is a string of big black letters ATLAS, of which the letter A is the largest, and the horizontal bar on the A is still red.

Atlas, in Greek mythology, Atlas is the god of the Titans. He was punished by Zeus to shoulder the sky with his shoulders. And Fisher himself thinks Titan sounds better than Atlas.

Unlike most groups, which are headquartered in New York or Los Angeles and Seattle, Atlas is headquartered in Washington, D.C., a big reason is the business object of the giant company.

As a responsible and effective security contractor and defense service company, Giant's biggest customers are the U.S. Department of Defense and the U.S. Joint Special Operations Command, and of course, the National Guard occasionally, so they are placed in Washington rather than New York. Much more convenient.

After entering the office, Fisher made himself a cup of protein powder, took a sip of it, and sat back in front of the computer leisurely, swiping over dozens of confidential documents, and finally stopped at Google Chrome. forward.

"It's still early, go to YouTube to watch the sand sculpture video!" Looking at the time, um, it's almost half past nine. Anyway, Colonel Rhodes won't arrive until after ten o'clock, and he can still fish for a while.

At a quarter past ten, Kate pushed open the door of the office on time, and then a black officer in an Air Force uniform with a briefcase strode in.

"Welcome, Colonel Rhodes, what would you like to drink?" Fisher looked at the very familiar face of the other party, and his heart was full of emotion.

"Pure water is good!" Colonel Rhodes sat opposite Fisher, and after a few words of greetings, he entered the topic.

"That's it, Mr. Fisher, the Air Force hopes to get the new batch of mq drones within three months!"

"Ah, this!"

"Uh, I know time is tight, we can add money, but it has to be fast!"

"Is the situation in the Middle East getting worse again?"

"Yes, a very powerful local armed force suddenly appeared over there. Their equipment is much more advanced than those of those tribes, and they became a pot of porridge, and we have to help those tribes armed, so, you know!"

"Okay, I understand, I will let them hurry up and try to complete the order in the shortest time!"

"Thank you very much, then I'll say goodbye!" After solving the problem, Rhodes was about to leave.

"Don't you stay for lunch? Our company cafeteria is very good!"

"No, I have to go to New York and see Stark Industries!" Rhodes waved his hand and was about to go out, but suddenly stopped again.

"What's the matter, Colonel? Changed your mind?"

"No, Mr. Fisher, there's a party in New York next Sunday for Mr. Stark. Would you like to come?"

"As much as I'm happy, speaking of it, Mr. Stark and I have met many times, but we haven't talked much!"

"He is a person, except for beautiful women and good wine, basically no one can chat with him, don't take it to heart!"

After watching Colonel Rhodes leave, Fisher looked at the calendar on the wall. The time was 2010. After being in this world for so long, the wonderful story slowly unfolded. Thinking of this, Fisher still has some Eager to try.

"Then, superheroes and purple sweet potato essence, just let the horses come over!"