At half past seven in the morning, when the faint white mist still shrouded the surface of the Potomac River, Fisher wore a blue short-sleeved shirt and rowed vigorously in his rented rubber boat in the river. A thin layer of moisture soaked his clothes, but he didn't realize it.

After paddling in the kayak for more than an hour, the white fog completely cleared, and Fisher slowly paddled the kayak to the shore, and then carried the kayak to the shop not far away.

"Mr. Fisher, no more strokes?" The muscular proprietress sat on the counter and smiled as Fisher walked into the shop and stacked the kayaks in the clearing.

"Yes, it's time to go to work, after all, you can't feed your stomach just by exercising!" Fisher smiled and walked into the next locker room.

"I can raise you too!" The proprietress looked at Fisher's back and whispered.

"Raise me?" Fisher forced a smile in the locker room, the proprietress of the rental shop can rent out hundreds of kayaks a day, according to 45 minutes of 10 dollars, the income of a day can be thousands of dollars, in the tourist season can exceed 10,000, it sounds a lot, but this is not any other place, and Washington, D.C., the heart of the United States, although not as expensive as New York, but the cost of a day is also very high, so the proprietress is only a middle class in a year's income.

"But how many billions of hand sanitizers do I need a year!" How long has it been since Fisher took off his damp short sleeves and looked at himself in the mirror topless? It's been more than 20 years, and he's almost forgotten what he used to look like.

After standing there for more than ten seconds, Fisher reacted, looked at his muscular body in the mirror, then smiled, took out a towel from his cupboard, and walked to the bathroom. Ten minutes later, Fisher, dressed in a crisp suit, walked out of the locker room with a big bag, said hello to the proprietress and then said goodbye.

Walking out of the store, Fisher stood on the side of the road and looked at it for a while, a black Mercedes Benz stopped on the side of the road, and a slender brown-haired beauty jumped out of the co-pilot, she was wearing a white shirt and white suit on her upper body, and the lower half of her body was also a white straight skirt, the beauty skillfully opened the rear door to let Fisher get into the car, and she herself took Fisher's bag and put it in the trunk.

"Morning, boss!"

"Good morning, Kate!"

"Is there anything on schedule for today?" After getting into the car, Fisher took the mineral water handed by Kate and asked.

"There are two things in total, at 9:30 you have to meet with Colonel Rhodes of the Air Force, who is here to urge us and the Air Force to make that drone order, and then at 3 o'clock in the afternoon on the first anniversary of the reconstruction of New Baghdad, you have to speak!"

"New Baghdad has been built for a year? How fast the clock is! Fisher was a little surprised.

"It's all thanks to you!" The female secretary complimented.

"No, it's a credit to each and every one of us!" Fisher leaned back in the leather seat, his eyes full of memories, time is so fast!

The Mercedes drove across Pennsylvania Avenue and finally slowed down in front of a 30-story building before turning into a nearby underground parking lot.

In the middle of the building, there is a string of large black letters ATLAS, of which the letter A is the largest, and the horizontal bar on A is still red.

Atlas, in Greek mythology, Atlas is the god of the Titans, punished by Zeus to shoulder the sky with both shoulders, also known as the Optimus Titan, so Atlas Corporation is also known as the Titan Company by outsiders, and Fisher himself thinks that the Titan is better than Atlas.

Unlike most groups that have their headquarters in New York or Seattle, Los Angeles, Atlas is headquartered in Washington, D.C., in large part because of the people who do business with Titus.

As a responsible security contractor and defense services company, Titan's biggest customers are the U.S. Department of Defense, the U.S. Joint Special Operations Command, and, of course, the occasional National Guard, so it's much more convenient to be in Washington than in New York.

After walking into the office, Fisher first made himself a cup of protein powder, took a big sip, and then sat back in front of the computer leisurely, swiped through dozens of confidential documents, and finally stopped in front of Google Chrome.

"It's still early, let's go to YouTube and watch the sand sculpture video first!" Looking at the time, well, it's almost half past nine, anyway, Colonel Rhodes won't arrive until ten o'clock, and he can still touch the fish for a while.

At a quarter past ten, Kate pushed open the door to the office on time, and then a black officer wearing an Air Force uniform and carrying a briefcase strode in.

"Welcome, Colonel Rhodes, what do you want to drink?" Fisher looked at the other party's extremely familiar face, and his heart was full of emotion.

"Pure water is fine!" Colonel Rhodes sat across from Fisher and got to the point after a few pleasantries.

"That's right, Mr. Fisher, about the MQ drones we have newly purchased, the Air Force hopes to get them in three months!"

"Ah, this!"

"Uh, I know time is tight, we can add money, but it has to be fast!"

"Is it that the situation in the Middle East has deteriorated again?"

"Yes, a very powerful local armed force suddenly appeared over there, their equipment is much more advanced than those tribes, and it has become a pot of porridge, and we still have to help those tribes arm, so, you know!"

"Okay, I understand, I'll let them hurry up right away and try to complete the order in the shortest possible time!"

"Thank you very much, then I take my leave!" Once the problem was solved, Rhodes was leaving.

"Why don't you stay for lunch? Our company canteen is very good! ”

"No, I have to go to New York and see Stark Industries!" Rhodes waved his hand and was about to go out, when he suddenly stopped again.

"What's the matter, Mr. Colonel? Changed your mind? ”

"No, Mr. Fisher, next Sunday there's an evening in New York for Mr. Stark, would you like to come?"

"Speaking of which, I've met Mr. Stark quite a bit, but we haven't talked much!"

"He's a person, except for beautiful women and good wine, basically no one can talk to him for a few words, don't take it to heart!"

After watching Colonel Rhodes leave, Fisher looked at the wall calendar on the wall, the time is 2010, and after coming to this world for so long, the wonderful story is slowly unfolding.

"So, superheroes and purple sweet potato essence or something, just let the horse come!"