Chapter 125: The Visit of the Nick Fury

Returning to Hank Pym's lab, Clark asked Captain America with a smile, "After touring the outside world, Captain, what are your thoughts?"

Captain America removed his high-tech mask and smiled bitterly, "The war is over. It seems I need to find a new job."

Clark's face revealed a knowing smile and immediately offered, "How about working for me? The pay will be satisfactory."

"That sounds good." Captain America, having nowhere else to go, nodded in agreement, "I survived the days of making movies to please audiences every day; I think I can adapt to modern life."

"What exactly do you want me to do?"

Clark looked seriously at Captain America, "Make movies, please the audience."

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The script and lead actor were decided, but official filming required a lot of preparation, such as selecting other actors, planning scenes, etc., which couldn't be completed in a few days.

This period was perfect for Captain America to adapt to modern urban life, considering he had been frozen for seventy years and didn't even know how to use a flushing toilet.

Under Clark's arrangement, Captain America stayed in the employee dormitory of the lab building, sharing a room with Yi Long.

This arrangement had several benefits.

First, both men were equally strong and had military experience, making their lifestyles compatible. They could also train together in their spare time, helping each other improve.

Second, Clark intended for Yi Long to play the role of General Zod, a Kryptonian warrior, so it made sense to build rapport between them.

Lastly, albeit a bit indelicate to say, it allowed Yi Long to keep an eye on the fiercely independent Captain America, preventing any potential trouble.

After all, no well-known superhero is easy to manage. Captain America is one of the better ones, but precautions are necessary.

After settling these matters, Clark felt a sense of loss, as if he had forgotten something important but couldn't remember what.

Shaking his head, he thought he might be over-stressed from dealing with too many things recently.

Going downstairs to go home, Clark found an unexpected guest waiting for him.

"Sharon, why are you still here so late? Just to let you know, I'm not paying overtime."

"Clark." Hearing Clark's question, Sharon raised an eyebrow but didn't directly respond to his jest. Instead, she changed the subject, "I heard from Nalan sister that you've decided the company's first live-action movie will be about Superman. I want to play the female lead, Lois Lane."

She was actively asking for a role!

The beautiful agent seemed more motivated at work now.

Clark looked at her in surprise but firmly shook his head, "What's so great about playing a vase like Lois? I've thought of another script that's perfect for you as the female lead."

Seeing her skeptical look, Clark added, "To be clear, the male lead in the story is essentially your supporting actor."

Sharon's eyes lit up. Clark's description made it clear what role he had in mind for her.

Smiling, Sharon suddenly remembered something and hesitantly asked, "The role you've arranged for me doesn't involve any kissing scenes, right?"

"How could it not?" Seeing Sharon's hesitant expression, Clark quickly added, "If you're not comfortable with it, we can use a body double."

Sharon then relaxed and playfully blew Clark a kiss, "Thank you, my boss!"

After Sharon left satisfied, Clark greeted everyone and returned to his room.

Removing his coat, he immediately started working on the Iron Man script on his computer.

This task was relatively easy for Clark, even simpler than the script for "Man of Steel."

The Iron Man movie from his previous life was excellent, leaving little room for improvement. As a commercial film, it was a success. Clark just needed to translate the story into written form, which was a breeze for him with his enhanced memory.

His fingers flew over the keyboard, typing at a speed that would surpass any professional esports player's limit. In less than half an hour, a blockbuster movie script was completed.

Satisfied, Clark printed and bound the script. With a snap of his fingers and to the tune of "Watch My 72 Transformations," he went to bed.

He didn't rush to show the script to Tony, choosing instead to visit the Nirvana Group headquarters in Los Angeles the next morning.

Normally, it takes time to refine a good script from concept to completion.

If done too quickly, it might seem rushed and insincere, potentially detracting from its quality. But this script was already excellent, so waiting a few days to show it to Tony made no difference.

After delivering the script to the animation department, everyone from the director to the staff was visibly excited.

Since Clark sold all the company's animation rights, they had been worried about job security. Knowing there were still animated movies to make meant their jobs were safe for now.

Addressing this small tragedy, a single decision from the top can change the fate of many. Often, these decisions are made with no regard for the little people involved.

After encouraging the team, Clark left the animation department amidst cheers. However, upon returning to his office, his expression turned cold.

The source of his annoyance was a mysterious figure in a black trench coat and black eye mask, lounging on the office sofa as if waiting for him.

Clark had anticipated this visit but was displeased with the manner of arrival.

Unannounced in his office.

Was this meant to intimidate?

Closing the door, Clark stated emotionlessly, "Entering my office without permission and carrying weapons means I could kill you in self-defense and it would be justified."

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