Chapter 211

Daisy left Stark's sight, and immediately sent a message to the maid, asking her to kill Ivan Vanke. The fewer people in this world who can do Ark reactors, the better.

"What time do you need to get started?"

"ASAP."

The conversation between the two was concise and concise. Daisy believed that the lady maid with the ability to smoke would kill a comatose person, so don't take it too easy.

Back at the S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters, she put on a white scientific research coat again. With the help of Stark's ideas, she joined the experts in S.H.I.E.L.D. to start technical research.

At the same time, workers were instructed to build two reactors.

In the evening, the lady maid came with a message, "It's been done."

"It's not a personal grudge..." Daisy sighed, deleted the message, and continued busy with her work as if nothing happened.

Not only to carry out technical research, but also to participate in the aircraft carrier modification task, in order to reduce the pressure, she called Hill back again.

"I don't know technology, what's the use of calling me back?" Hill was wearing the standard uniform of a special agent, walking steadily and meticulously, while Daisy's dress was a bit poor, her hair was fluffy, and she held a thick hand in her hand. A stack of drawings.

The two strolled on the deck of the aircraft carrier. Daisy's excuse was to discuss business affairs, and a bunch of idle people naturally retreated.

"Is your father okay?" Daisy asked casually.

"As usual, it's better to stay in that house than go back to the bureau." Hill didn't want to talk about her family affairs, but she hesitated and said a few words lightly.

The two walked while chatting. At first, they were still very serious on the deck, in the main control room. Later, Daisy proposed to visit Hill's bedroom, and the style of the painting suddenly became crooked...

In the eyes of outsiders, the two officers must be discussing official business, but the actual situation is not satisfactory.

"Your bedroom is not small, you deserve to be the captain." Daisy sighed while visiting Hill's bedroom. Most of the soldiers only had a rest room of more than ten square meters, while Hill's bedroom was more than 200 square meters.

There is no shortage of various furnishings in the room, and the furniture is stacked just like normal life. It is impossible to see that it is on an aircraft carrier.

Back in her room, without the attention of her subordinates and without the need to maintain the commander's majesty, Hill was obviously a lot more relaxed. She lay on the sofa in a very unimaginative manner, letting Daisy watch around.

"It's not as good as your big villa." Hill's words were a little sour, born in a big environment where money is paramount, it would be a lie to say that he was not envious, but Hill felt that he really had no ability to make money.

"Do you have any secrets to making money? In order to maintain the morale of the agents on the mothership, some money must be spent, but the funds allocated in the bureau are too small." When it comes to money, Hill is a little irritable.

As the captain of the mothership, she is now the person in charge of the sub-base. Although it is not like those Nimitz-class aircraft carriers that have five or six thousand people at every turn, there are nearly three thousand agents plus soldiers and employees that she dispatches on a daily basis. people.

How to make these crew members maintain their combat effectiveness during the voyage and maintain an optimistic and positive state took her a lot of work.

24-hour supply of food, experienced chefs, and all kinds of indoor amusement facilities she can think of, and achieves a small part of it with her personal connections, but the enthusiasm of the crew can only be maintained at a low level, All in all, there is no money.

Speaking of money, Daisy was embarrassed for a while. She really didn't know how to introduce herself and her advanced experience with Braised Egg.

In the report to the Security Council, Braised Egg clearly stated the purpose of the US$5.5 billion, that is, the development of the first flying aircraft carrier in human history.

Whether it is the council or the military, as well as the top officials of the government and Congress, they all feel that this number is a bit large, but considering that the military promised to let S.H.I.E.L.D. freely manage, they finally acquiesced to the number of 5.5 billion.

Including the money for the three reactors, the total R&D funding that Nick Fury decided on became 3.8 billion in Daisy's hands...

She tacitly did not mention the specific amount, and tacitly agreed that the money in her hands was 5.5 billion.

She painted the gourd like this, and she also followed the rules. The actual budget of 50 million for steel was allocated 40 million in three installments, and it was delayed until the project was completed, but she still reported 50 million.

The reactor is like this, the steel is like this, and all kinds of materials are like this. According to her calculation, three billion can complete the modification.

She does not have any psychological burden. For her, it is hard money. In order to save materials and not let Hill fly and fall, she really worked hard and used artificial intelligence to help her. The refit was completed without reducing the quality of the mothership.

All kinds of intricate accounts have to be balanced, and at the same time, they have to be transferred back to their own accounts. Daisy and the lady maid joked, and she seemed to be reckoning in her dreams.

She worked hard and worked hard to earn 800 million, and Braised Egg took at least 1.7 billion. This is the difference caused by different positions.

However, this advanced experience can only be grasped by her heart. She can't tell Hill about it, and she can't even mention it.

From the perspective of the headquarters, the less funds in the hands of the sub-base, the easier it is to control. To be fair, whether it was the Pierce era or the Nick Fury era, they were controlling the finances of the sub-base to maintain the authority of the headquarters.

Of course, Daisy, who calls herself the director, will not dig her own corner. She taught Hill a way.

To this end, Daisy can only help Hill think of a few ways to increase income and reduce expenditure. In fact, there is no need to supply coffee for free all the time. The sea is so cool, and the air conditioner can be turned off in time. Sports on the mothership are held as appropriate, and so on. . It's really not possible, she can contribute some funds privately, but the finances of the sub-bases must be strictly controlled.

In their own room, they naturally wanted to release some pressure from each other. Daisy was a little surprised to discover the other side of Hill. This guy seemed to have put down his defenses and disguise in his own territory, and his appearance was extremely wild.

From the bathroom to the living room and finally to the bedroom, the clothes are scattered all over the place...

While they were fighting, they heard a knock on the door.

The voice of "Dudu" was neither rushed nor slow, but in the ears of the two beauties, it was almost like a thunderbolt.

Hill turned pale in shock and gave Daisy a stern look, meaning it was all your fault, and she insisted on having sex in the headquarters, what should I do this time!

"Let's just say rest, I'll talk about it tomorrow if I have anything to do." Daisy lay beside her ear, her voice very low.

Unfortunately, before Hill could speak, the people outside the door spoke first: "Hill? Are you there?"

It was the voice of their common good friend Sharon Carter.

Hill's hair was a little messy, and she gestured to Daisy what to do with her eyes.

Daisy waved her hand desperately, indicating that Sharon could not see it.

The eye contact between the two took a long time, and Sharon outside seemed to feel that something was wrong, and the suspicion that belonged to the agent appeared: "Are you all right? Are you there?"

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