Super Detective in the Fictional World

rmation, he didn’t want to test his relationship with Phil; they could take it slow.

But Phil’s arrival made him determined to finish his preparations as soon as possible.

Every time this person appeared, someone from S.H.I.E.L.D.
would definitely die.

To a certain extent, this was also a kind of “luck,” but it wasn’t good for his subordinates.

Luke didn’t plan on getting killed along with Phil’s men, so he had to be even more prepared.

On his way home, he received a call.

Luke picked it up and said a few words.
After hanging up, he waited on the edge of a flat plain a few hundred meters from the hill.
At the same time, he turned on all the police lights on the F150.
The flashing red, blue and yellow lights were still eye-catching even at noon.

Not long after, a series of vehicles appeared in the distance.
They turned slightly and drove toward the F150.

A man in a suit got out of the car.

Although he was wearing a suit, his red face and rough hands, as well as his rough voice, indicated that he wasn’t some cultured gentleman.

The man in a suit shook hands with Luke.
“Mr.
Coulson, everything you want is ready.
This is the first batch.
Once it’s unloaded, they’ll go back right away for the second batch of supplies.
Do you want to start now?”

Luke appreciated a person who cut to the chase.
He immediately nodded and took out a blueprint from his backpack.
Pointing at the flat land not far away, he said, “Here.
Just follow this.”

The man took the blueprint and looked at it for a moment before he asked in surprise, “This is it?”

Luke said, “That’s it, but you have to be quick and you can’t skimp on quality.”

The man in the suit wanted to ask more questions, but he suddenly recalled the manager’s flushed face and his expression which screamed “big business,” and he swallowed his words.

Even a mutt had brains when it came to making money.

The other side had paid; they could only do whatever he wanted.

This client had already paid a huge deposit.
What was the point of building a pile of building blocks in the middle of nowhere? As long as he gave the money, however, they could even build him a big manure pit.

After confirming Luke’s plan and that there were no legal issues with building a bunch of blocks here, the man picked up the walkie-talkie and said, “Let’s get to work.”

At his command, the heavy trucks behind them began to unload the building materials, which were mainly cement, steel bars, and various machinery.
Everything was done quickly and orderly, as expected of an engineering team from Dallas.

As the machines rumbled to life, Phil, who was on the hill, heard the noise.
He drove over to take a look, then gave Luke a puzzled call.

After hanging up, he scratched his head and said, “This kid is just doing whatever he wants on Drax’s land.
Isn’t he afraid of getting beaten up?”

Suddenly, he thought of something, and shook his head helplessly.
“That old man can’t bear to beat him up.”

Knowing that it was Luke behind the ruckus, he didn’t pay too much attention, or rather, he didn’t really want to care — he had already accepted the cake and juice, so how could he care?

Thinking that, he couldn’t help but eat another cake.
“This is almost as good as Gloria’s. Sigh…”

Saying out loud a name he rarely mentioned, and thinking of another name that he almost didn’t dare remember, his expression dimmed again.

“If the two of you were still alive, you would be proud of him!” he mumbled.
Looking at the scorching sun in the clear blue sky, his heart felt empty.

Only a lone black car was parked on the hill.

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