Luke had planned to use Mental Communication to confirm Claire’s feelings for Stacy.
But given Claire and Mindy’s scuffle, he could only put it off for now.
From what he saw during the training and dinner gathering, they really weren’t just playing around. The human mind had always been indiscernible. Nobody really understood everything about it.
After confirming that Claire and Stacy had no intention of messing around, he didn’t want to intervene.
If he helped to arrange everything for Claire, would it be Claire’s life or his?
But while he wouldn’t interfere in her love life, Claire couldn’t relax in other respects.
Claire and Stacy’s training had to increase in order to prepare for any accidents that might happen in the future.
Although being a celebrity didn’t add to her combat ability, it was a huge boost to Claire’s mental development.
At the very least, she wasn’t the same as a year ago, when she had purely tried it out for fun. Hm, maybe it was the power of love? Luke shook his head and pulled his thoughts back.
As time passed, the power he had grew stronger. Two years ago, he had tried his best to keep everything a secret, including from his family. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust them, but that he wasn’t confident he could protect his family if they caught someone’s attention.
Now, Titanium Phone Company’s dominion had been established.
Even if the phones failed in five years, he still had a lot of cash flow, enough to transform the company into a tech business.
With the tycoon as his “human tech development machine,” Luke didn’t have to worry about making money.
It was also the reason why he had gotten Jenny to dabble in various experimental technologies.
As long as there were records of these acquisitions, even if some people noticed that he had the technology, they would think that these were the outcomes of these projects.
In addition, the bigshot who sold everything had already had dealings with more than ten influential parties, trading in goods like top-quality Chitauri equipment, exoskeleton tech, battery tech, and so on.
The technology he got in return was less valuable, but covered a wide range. The bigshot was the middleman. This businessman didn’t produce any technology; he was just the “porter.”
It made sense to make it look like the tech from Luke’s research institute came from the bigshot.
The bigshot had already dealt with a dozen or so parties, but he hadn’t asked for signed agreements; all the deals were settled in person.
There was clearly no limit to how many companies these people would distribute the technology and products to.
For example, anyone who knew about the technology for the Iron Man suit knew that there were only three sources for it — Iron Man, Batman, and Whiplash. Anyone with this tech would thus have to be related to these three people. Luke hence was deliberately muddying the waters by swiftly making the technology and products widespread up to a certain point so that they couldn’t be traced back to a source.
When hundreds of sources appeared on the market, nobody would be able to prove that Luke’s research institute had a special relationship with the bigshot.
Whether subsequent products were good or not would have nothing to do with the bigshot, but would be due to the research institute’s strong capabilities.
This process would last a number of years, and the bigshot would draw the most attention.
So, Luke could already take out some of his equipment to protect his family, unlike when he had relied mainly on the security company.
After all, no matter how good a security company was, it wasn’t as good as being able to turn into the Hulk — that is, if you were only thinking about protecting yourself and not of the consequences. Of course, Luke’s family couldn’t turn into the Hulk, but it was only a matter of time before they could turn into low-level nano versions of Iron Man.
For now, the nanogloves, nanomask and a bulletproof vest were just enough.
They probably wouldn’t be able to go up against superhumans, but it was good to be able to save themselves in an unexpected situation.
As long as they survived, how they recovered and got revenge after that were just small matters.
Luke, who had a net worth of millions, could now use Light of Life to regenerate broken limbs.
This year, Luke was going to equip his family with high-tech gear.
Next year, they would be used widely among the core members of Robert’s private security company, and protective gear would be distributed to ordinary members and the family of core members the year after that.
For Luke, whose assets would definitely double in the next few years, this was just a basic procedure.
A few days later, Claire, who was done with the charity concert, looked at Luke blankly. “What? Stay in New York for special training?”
It wasn’t that she was opposed to it, but she found it a little strange.
Luke rarely meddled in her life.
Luke nodded and gestured for Claire to follow him. He drove her to the New Hope Research Institute in Nassau County.
The lab had continued to expand in scale, so it was now officially a research institute.
Few of the employees at the research institute were truly extremely talented in research.
The only one was Bent, the former Department of Defense employee who specialized in developing non-lethal weapons.
The others were just extras who did support work.
They would take the data from various analyses and, after studying them for a while, would move on to data from another project.
They were like manual laborers; they couldn’t do the more specialized work of electricians, for example, which required a special skill set.
But with them around, there would be a reasonable explanation for the tech products that would appear in the future.
It wasn’t that Luke didn’t want to poach or groom people, but New Hope Research Institute wasn’t famous.
Famous people who wanted to join the institute wanted to use Luke’s money to do their own research.
But these people had very high demands, and they wouldn’t allow Luke to meddle with their patent rights.
Luke thought little of these people and the research that they wanted to carry out in New Hope, and had to be wary of their tricks.
For the sake of funding and research, some of these people absolutely wouldn’t mind blowing up the research institute to achieve their goals.
Scientists who were too independent were like this.
For example, April’s father, who had created the little turtles and their master, was one of them.
Luke didn’t want to become as unlucky as Sacks.
Secondly, Adrian’s team, which also dabbled in research, had been doing quite well with the freight company. They couldn’t spare any time for research now.
So, Luke didn’t poach them for the time being.
While this research institute was pretty much a shell, it could still intimidate people on the surface; for example, laymen like Claire.
Entering Luke’s underground lab from the elevator, she couldn’t stay silent. “Wow, what are you researching here? “Spacecraft? Aliens? Super weapons?
“Why isn’t there anyone else?
“Huh? It’s so quiet. Why does it look like a scene from a horror movie?”
Luke grabbed her neck. “If this was a horror movie, you’ve turned it into a comedy.”
Claire: “Let go. I’m an adult. You have to respect me, understand?”
Helpless, Luke’s grip turned into a neck lock. “This is how I treat my friends. Hm, they’re basically all in their thirties or forties, so definitely mature.”
Claire flailed her limbs. “B*stard, I’m a girl. I’m not one of those old men in your police department.”