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"Major General Cavill, do you have anything to add?"
After listening to the long speech, the President's brain was a bit inflated, and he asked subconsciously.
He didn't expect Luke to prepare so well, just like an examiner who prepared the answer in advance and filled out the questionnaire.
In particular, the plans for the future development of S.H.I.E.L.D. are detailed and specific.
Up to the enrollment expansion of personnel in various departments, down to the application requirements of fixed funds every year.
This made the Chief of Staff sitting on the other side of the sofa's eyelids twitch, and his heart fluttered with concern.
The poor budget committee, if he kept on pulling the wool over their eyes like this, their heads would go bald.
"Then I'll say a few more words ..."
Luke, who was going to stop, said with surprise.
It seems that the President wasn't bored with his ideas.
So he cleared his throat and started a repetition mode.
Some common sentences have been changed from his previous proposal; the amount of budget and funds, the number of staff in various departments, and so on has increased.
Then, he said it again.
When the long rambling was over, the President sitting across the table and the Generals on the couch were expressionless and dull-eyed. For the second time, Luke used Constantine's 'Expert in Deception' skill card.
To everyone in the Oval Office, every word that popped out of Luke's mouth converged into a blast of sound similar to a mental attack.
It's worthless nonsense, but it's burned into their mind, and they couldn't help but want to listen to it.
"This is my personal, immature opinion."
Luke concluded with this sentence.
In the Oval Office, it suddenly went quiet.
No one said anything; even the sound of breathing was very faint.
The President sitting across from him and the Generals on the sofa was as lifeless as wooden statues.
"This is a perfect plan."
After a while, the President nodded in agreement with a bitter look on his face.
He didn't want to be mentally bombarded again, and the rest of the group echoed the sentiment, fearing that Major General Cavill would go on and on.
"S.H.I.E.L.D will surely live up to the trust of the President and the Generals."
Luke looked touched and appreciated his language skills.
Those requirements sound harsh, such as the Director's free working hours, generous salary subsidies, and the right to obtain any information from the intelligence agencies under the Pentagon at will ….
Have been successfully passed!
'The World's Greatest Con Man is amazing. '
Luke sighed.
Unfortunately, Constantine in the studio next door was too metaphysical; otherwise, he would brush up on this ability.
After all, eloquence is a necessary skill for every protagonist.
In this case, he could nominate a certain blond guy to become something similar to 'Naruto,' with the setting of 'love and justice,' swaying people with eloquent talk about peace, so that countless strong people would be defeated at his feet.
"If there is nothing else, today's meeting is over."
The President looked exhausted; listening to Luke's speech had consumed most of his energy.
This was like facing four or five beautiful girls with hot bodies all at once. After having a good time, you suddenly feel overwhelmed. You wouldn't be interested in sex even when you see another beautiful body.
The Pentagon Generals also got up one after another, one by one, as if they had stayed up all night, their eyes red and their feet staggering as they pushed the door and left.
They had all been drained of every ounce of energy by Major General Cavill, and their minds were still reverberating with his long-winded ramblings.
'Then, it's time to meet an old friend. '
Luke, who achieved his goal, flew up and headed for the next stop.
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Old Joseph's tavern, Brooklyn.
Rogers, who returned to ordinary life, sat in a corner seat with a glass of lager on the table.
He is waiting for a friend.
They made an appointment for lunch.
And Luke stood himself up.
Ding ding!
A crisp copper bell rang.
Someone pushed in the door of the tavern that was closed for a short break.
"Hey! Old Joseph, long time no see. You're still as sturdy as ever!"
Luke, who entered the pub, greeted the old man standing behind the bar.
They were all old familiar customers.