Chapter 81

"Go back to the Pentagon."

Walking out of the Army Club, Luke got into a black limousine parked at the door.

He could not help smiling at the thought of what had just fooled Rogers.

How could s.h.i.e.l.d. not have Captain America!

Before Nick Frey formed an avenger cheerleading team.

Then cheer yourself up and cheer yourself up. It seems to be a very interesting thing.

If the two armies meet in the future, the zitari fleet will be lined up.

Seeing the mieba, director of the universe and Family Planning Commission, there are a large number of people and a huge scene.

When I got here, I was alone.

Isn't there no noodles!

Therefore, it is imperative to recruit.

In addition to the captain of the United States who is considering retiring, Luke is also ready to pull Howard in to fill the number.

In addition, Carter, as a management talent, can almost form a general framework.

Otherwise, the newly established s.h.i.e.l.d. has only two or three big cats and kittens, which is too desolate.

"Here we are, general."

Luke opened his eyes when he heard the driver's warning and outlined the blueprint for the future.

Through the lowered window, he saw a huge complex of buildings.

The black car drove straight in and came inside through several layers of access control outside.

The Pentagon was established because the Army Department was involved in the conflict after the outbreak of World War II, the staff expanded rapidly, and there was an urgent need for a centralized office.

At that time, the army was scattered everywhere, such as national square, Maryland, Virginia and so on.

In case of traffic jam or railway outage, there are not enough people to hold a meeting.

After intense discussion at the hearing, Secretary of the army Henry Stimson almost said, "if I don't give money, I'll die outside". Only then did Congress reluctantly agree to this reasonable request and grant a piece of land near the Potomac River.

Otherwise, those members of the budget committee will not necessarily give up and nod their heads.

For them, it doesn't matter to be pointed at by the nose and scolded by their ancestors for 18 generations, but don't blame everyone for turning their faces when talking about money.

Luke had a headache when he thought that the funding for the s.h.i.e.l.d. had not been applied for.

He doesn't want to learn from the rogue attitude of the Secretary of the army. It's a shame to say it.

"It seems that we should seize the opportunity to make money."

Luke Shiran got out of the car. His unusually young strange face and the shoulder badge with two silver stars on his straight military uniform immediately attracted the attention of many people.

In 1941, Congress officially authorized and approved the appropriation of funds for this strange pentagonal building.

It was completed and put into use only the year before last, with a total investment of US $87 million.

Most of the staff who can enter the interior are middle and senior officers of the Army Department and organs of the Ministry of defense.

Some of them recognized Luke's identity, tried to restrain the impulse to ask for his signature, turned and whispered.

It can be seen that even Pentagon officers have little resistance to celebrity auras.

Luke's eyes did not squint, kept his aura as a big man and walked all the way.

On the first floor of the Pentagon, there are banks, post offices, bookstores, clinics, telegraph offices and various stores.

Because the office building on the second floor is covered with golden carpet, it is called "Golden Hall" for various joint meetings.

Luke's office is on the third floor.

It is the office of the Secretary of defense and the Ministry of the army. There is also a "Hero Hall" in one corner of the corridor to commemorate the winner of the "highest medal of honor" since the war of independence.

Inside, there are more than 3000 bronze medals engraved with their names, native places and resumes. They are all excellent soldiers who made heroic sacrifices in the war.

Luke's own photos were hung in the "memorial corridor" with Marshall, Eisenhower and MacArthur for public display.

"Here you are, general."

Seeing Luke coming in, the female secretary sitting outside the office quickly got up.

"Your appointment has arrived."

Seeing a beautiful blonde and curvaceous female secretary, Luke had to lament the corruption of capitalism.

That is, I am determined and bad at women.

Otherwise, someone else will be able to stand it.

The temptation of uniforms, coupled with the heavy area of military aircraft, it is difficult to build a zipper door without learning from Clinton.

Luke secretly feigned, smiled and nodded, and pushed open the door of the side conference room.

Inside sat a middle-aged man who was short and looked like a dwarf.

The other party stayed in the chair with a somewhat uneasy look on his face.

"Hello, general! I'm Bolivar Tesla."

Seeing Luc ó n strode in and pushed the door in, Bolivar jumped out of his chair and greeted him respectfully.

With his height, he had to put his neck up very hard to see the appearance of the young major general.

"I've kept you waiting, Mr. Tesla. Please sit down."

Luke, sitting in his chair, said gently.

He looked at Bolivar without trace. Although he was short and not amazing, he was actually a giant of knowledge.

He is not only famous in biogenetics, but also has published many far-reaching papers, especially put forward some incredible views on the mystery of human DNA.

Even in the marvel world, where talented scientists are worthless, they can be regarded as the number one person.

But for Luke, what Bolivar interested him was the study of mutants.

This dwarf like scientist is the "father of sentinels" in the future.

In a certain timeline, the mutant is almost destroyed, and the source of all evil of mankind is destroyed by the way.

"General Carville, I don't know what you can do if you find it?"

Bolivar asked stiffly.

At this time, he had not founded Tesla industries, nor was he an internationally renowned weapons expert.

Therefore, in the face of military celebrities and local war heroes, they will inevitably feel nervous and have little confidence to speak.

"Mr. Tesla, I've read some of your papers. To be honest, it's very interesting."

Luke crossed his fingers, put his elbow on the table and said faintly, "you think there is a magic code to open the door of evolution in human genes. You even claim that there may be a new race stronger than human beings in this world."

"General, listen to me! I am definitely not a racist! Let alone a Na Puritan!"

For some reason, Bolivar turned pale with fear and explained nervously: "I totally disagree with the Aryan Superman theory of the moustache head of state. Please don't misunderstand! I also donated money to the country during the war!"

Luke was stunned on the spot. Before he got to the point, how could he scare the future "father of sentinels" like this?

Then he thought about it and understood the reason.

These days, cutting-edge theories about human race and genetic research are easily associated with the extreme racism of the third empire.

Bolivar must have suffered such a great loss before, leaving behind the sequelae of the shadow of a bow and a snake.

"Don't be afraid, Mr. teslak. I just want to talk to you about mutants."

Luke waved his hand to the other party to relax and relax.

"I agree with your papers and opinions, so I invited you here."

This time it was Bolivar's turn to be stunned. He couldn't believe that a high-ranking young major general would be interested in his own research theory?

"Major general Carville, do you know the mutants?"

Asked the dwarf scientist carefully.

"Of course, I not only know, but also have seen it with my own eyes."

Luke smiled. The Hellfire club was written down in his little book and will be settled sooner or later.