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  "Back to the Pentagon. "

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

  He thought of the words he had just used to fool Rogers, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but smile.

  How can S.H.I.E.L.D. not have the Captain America!?

  Beat Nick Fury to the punch and build the Avengers team.

  Then cheer them on. That would be very interesting.

  In the future, if the two armies were to face each other, the Chitauri fleet would form a single line.

  The crowd on the side of the Family Planning Commission of the Universe director, Thanos, is enormous and powerful.

  If he went on his own, he would be very lonely.

  Wouldn't it look bad?!

  Therefore, it was imperative to recruit people.

  Apart from Captain America, who was considering retiring, Luke will also pull Howard in to fill the numbers.

  Together with Carter, who is a managerial expert, he could form a general framework.

  Otherwise, it would be too bleak if S.H.I.E.L.D. only had two or three big cats and tiny kittens.

  "General, we're here. "

  Luke, who sketched the blueprint for the future, opened his eyes when he heard the driver remind him aloud.

  Through the lowered window, he saw a massive building complex.

  The black car drove straight in, through several layers of gate guards outside, and went inside.

  The Pentagon was established because the Department of War was caught up in the conflict after World War II, and the workforce expanded rapidly, requiring centralized office space.

  At that time, the War Department was scattered everywhere, such as the National Mall, Maryland, and Virginia.

  When there were traffic jams or when the railroad was out of service, there weren't enough people to hold a meeting.

  After heated discussions at the hearings, the Secretary of War, Henry Stimson, came close to saying, 'If you don't grant it, I'll wait outside,' before Congress reluctantly granted a reasonable request for a parcel of land near the Potomac River.

  Otherwise, the members of the Budget Committee might not necessarily nod their heads.

  For them, it didn't matter if they were pointed at and cursed but don't blame them for turning the other cheek when talking about money.

  Luke thought about the fact that S.H.I.E.L.D. hadn't applied for funding yet and couldn't help but feel a bit of a headache coming on.

  He didn't want to learn from the Secretary of War's rogue attitude of shamelessly asking for money, which is embarrassing to say out loud.

  'It looks like I still have to seize the opportunity to make money. '

  Luke stepped out of the car with an unusually young, unfamiliar face and a shoulder patch with two silver stars on his uniform, immediately drawing a lot of attention.

  This pentagonal building was officially authorized and funded by Congress in 1941.

  It was completed and opened only the year before last, with a total investment of US$83 million.

  Most of the staff who had access to the interior were middle and senior officers of the War Department and the Defense Department.

  Some of them recognized Luke's identity, tried to resist the urge to ask for his autograph, and turned to whisper.

  This shows that even the Pentagon's military officers had little resistance to the aura of a celebrity.

  Luke didn't look away, maintaining his aura of being a senior officer all the way forward.

  The first floor of the Pentagon was home to banks, post offices, bookstores, clinics, telegraph offices, and various shops.

  The second floor was known as the 'Gold Room' due to the gold carpeting on the office floor and was dedicated to various joint meetings.

  And Luke's office was located on the third floor.

  It was the office of the Secretary of Defense and the War Department.

  There was a 'Hall of Heroes' in the corner of the corridor to commemorate the 'Highest Medal of Honor' recipients since the Revolutionary War.

  There are more than 3,000 bronze plaques engraved with their names, origins, and biographies, all of them were outstanding soldiers who made heroic sacrifices in the war.

  Luke's photo, along with Marshall, Eisenhower, and MacArthur, was hung in the 'Memorial Hallway' for public display.

  "General, you are here. "

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

  "Your appointment has arrived. "

  Seeing a beautiful secretary with blonde hair and curvy lines, Luke couldn't help but feel the corruption of capitalism.

  In other words, he had a strong will; it wasn't easy for women.

  Otherwise, if it was someone else, who could stand it?

  Uniform seduction, coupled with two heavy ammunitions. It was difficult not to learn from Clinton, caught with his pants down.

  Luke smiled and nodded as he pushed open the door to the side meeting room.

  Inside sat a small, dwarf-like middle-aged man.

  The other side stayed peacefully in the chair, with a somewhat apprehensive look on his face.

  "Hello, General! I am Bolivar Trask. "

  As Luke pushed in the door, Bolivar jumped off his chair and greeted respectfully with his head held high.

  It took a lot of effort to turn up his neck with his height to see the young Major General's appearance.

  "I have kept you waiting, Mr. Trask. Please have a seat. "

  Luke, who settled into a chair, said with a gentle face.

  He looked at Bolivar without blinking, although he was short in stature and unremarkable in appearance; he was a giant in knowledge.

  Not only is he well-known in genetics, but he has published many far-sighted papers, especially for the solution to the mystery of human DNA, and even put forward some incredible views.

  Even in the Marvel Comics world, where talented scientists aren't worth much, he was considered a number one character.

  For Luke, however, what interested him in Bolivar was the study of mutants.

  This dwarf-like scientist is the future 'Father of the Sentinels'.

  In a particular timeline, he almost annihilated mutants, and by the way, destroyed the root of all human evils.

  "General Cavill. I don't know what I can do for you?"

  Bolivar asked stiffly.

  At this time, he hadn't founded Trask Industry and was not an internationally acclaimed weapons expert.

  So, when faced with the military's famous war hero, it was inevitable that he felt nervous and had little confidence in his words.

  "Mr. Trask, I have read some of your papers. To be honest, it's fascinating. "

  Luke crossed his fingers and put his elbow on the table. He faintly said, "Do you think there's some magic code in human genes that opens the door to evolution? They even claimed that there might be a new race in this world that's more powerful than human beings. "

  "General, let me explain! I am not a racist! And I'm not a Nazi!"

  Bolivar turned pale with fear and explained nervously, "I disagree with the Aryan Master Race theory of that Fuhrer. Please don't get me wrong! I also donated money for my country during the war!"

  Luke was stunned on the spot.

  He hadn't even gotten to the point yet; how did he scare the future 'Father of the Sentinels' into such a state?

  Then, on second thought, he understood the reason.

  These days, cutting-edge theories about the human race and genetic research can easily be associated with the extreme racism of the Third Reich.

  Presumably, Bolivar had suffered such a significant loss before and has fallen victim to the aftermath of the fallout.

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

  Luke waved his hand, gesturing to his opponent to relax and not be so nervous.

  "I agree with your papers and opinions, which is why I invited you here. "

  It was Bolivar's turn to be shocked. He couldn't believe that the powerful young Major General would be interested in his research theory.

  "Major General Cavill, you know about mutants too?"

  The dwarf scientist asked cautiously.

  "Of course, I not only know but also saw them with my own eyes. "

  Luke smiled faintly, the Hellfire Club was noted in his small book, and he will get even sooner or later.