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At 7:30 AM, a faint white mist still clung to the surface of the Potomac River, not yet dispersed. Fisher, wearing a blue short-sleeved shirt, paddled vigorously in his rented rubber dinghy.

The thin mist dampened his clothes, but he seemed not to notice.

After paddling for over an hour, the white mist completely cleared. Fisher slowly maneuvered the kayak to the shore, then carried it towards a nearby shop.

"Mr. Fisher, done paddling?" The fit proprietress leaned on the counter, smiling as she watched Fisher enter the shop and stack the kayak in an empty space.

"Yes, it's time to go to work. After all, exercise alone won't fill my stomach!" Fisher smiled and walked into the changing room next door.

"I can support you too!" the proprietress said quietly, watching Fisher's retreating back.

"Support me?" In the changing room, Fisher stifled a laugh. The proprietress's rental shop could rent out hundreds of kayaks a day. At $10 for 45 minutes, her daily income could be several thousand dollars, and during peak tourist season, it could exceed ten thousand. It sounded like a lot, but this wasn't just any place; it was Washington D.C., the heart of America. While not as expensive as New York, the daily operating costs were very high, so the proprietress's annual income was only that of a middle-class individual.

"But my hand sanitizer alone costs billions a year!" Taking off his damp short-sleeved shirt, Fisher looked at himself in the mirror, shirtless. How long had it been? Over twenty years. He'd almost forgotten what his former self looked like.

After standing in a daze for more than ten seconds, Fisher snapped back to reality. He looked at his muscular physique in the mirror, then smiled, took a towel from his locker, and walked towards the shower. Ten minutes later, Fisher, dressed in a crisp suit and carrying a large bag, emerged from the changing room. After a quick greeting to the proprietress, he left. He was a regular customer of the shop, and his fees were settled quarterly.

Stepping out of the shop, Fisher stood by the roadside, looking around for a moment. A black Mercedes soon pulled up, and a tall, slender brunette jumped out of the passenger seat. She wore a white shirt and white suit jacket, with a matching white straight skirt. The woman skillfully opened the back door for Fisher to get in, while she took the bag from Fisher and placed it in the trunk.

"Morning, boss!"

"Good morning, Kate!"

"What's on the schedule today?" After getting in the car, Fisher took a bottle of mineral water from Kate and asked.

"There are two things. At 9:30, you're meeting Colonel Rhodes from the Air Force. He's here to urge us about our drone order with the Air Force. Then, at 3 PM, it's the first anniversary of the reconstruction of New Baghdad City, and you'll be giving a speech!"

"New Baghdad has been rebuilt for a year already? Time really flies!" Fisher was a little surprised.

"That's all thanks to you!" the female secretary complimented.

"No, this is a credit to every one of us!" Fisher leaned back in the leather seat, his eyes full of memories. Time really did fly!

The Mercedes drove down Pennsylvania Avenue, finally slowing down in front of a building only about thirty stories high, then turned into the underground parking lot beside it.

In the middle of the building, there was a large string of black letters: ATLAS, with the letter A being the largest and its crossbar colored red.

Atlas, in Greek mythology, was a Titan god punished by Zeus to bear the sky on his shoulders, also known as the Sky-Bearer. Hence, Atlas Corporation was also referred to by outsiders as the Titan Corporation, and Fisher himself felt that Titan sounded better than Atlas.

Unlike most conglomerates that establish their headquarters in New York, Los Angeles, or Seattle, Atlas's headquarters were in Washington D.C., largely due to the nature of the Titan Corporation's business.

As a responsible and active security contractor and defense services company, Titan's biggest clients were the U.S. Department of Defense and the U.S. Joint Special Operations Command. Of course, occasionally there were also the National Guard, so being in Washington was much more convenient than being in New York.

After entering his office, Fisher first made himself a protein shake. After taking a delightful sip, he leisurely sat back down in front of his computer. His mouse glided over dozens of confidential documents, finally stopping at the Google Chrome browser.

"It's still early. I'll go watch some silly videos on YouTube first!" He checked the time. Hmm, it was almost 9:30. Colonel Rhodes wouldn't arrive until after 10, so he could still slack off for a bit.

At quarter past ten, Kate pushed open the office door precisely on time, followed by a black military officer in an Air Force uniform, carrying a briefcase, who strode in.

"Welcome, Colonel Rhodes, would you like something to drink?" Fisher looked at the incredibly familiar face, his heart filled with emotion.

"Just plain water!" Colonel Rhodes sat opposite Fisher, exchanged a few pleasantries, and then got straight to the point.

"It's like this, Mr. Fisher, regarding the new batch of MQ drones we've ordered, the Air Force hopes to receive them within three months!"

"Ah, this!"

"Uh, I know time is tight, we can pay more, but the delivery must be fast!"

"Has the situation in the Middle East worsened again?"

"Yes, a very powerful local armed group suddenly emerged there. Their equipment is much more advanced than those tribes, and it's become a mess. And we still have to help those tribal armed forces, so, you understand!"

"Alright, I understand. I'll immediately have them expedite it and strive to complete the order in the shortest possible time!"

"Thank you very much, then I'll take my leave!" With the problem resolved, Rhodes was ready to depart.

"Won't you stay for lunch? Our company cafeteria is quite good!"

"No, I still have to rush to New York to check on Stark Industries!" Rhodes waved his hand, about to leave, but suddenly stopped.

"What's wrong, Colonel? Changed your mind?"

"No, Mr. Fisher, next Sunday, there's a party in New York for Mr. Stark. Would you like to attend?"

"I'd be delighted. Speaking of which, Mr. Stark and I have met many times, but we haven't really had much of a conversation!"

"Besides beautiful women and good wine, he's a person no one can really talk to for long, don't take it to heart!"

After watching Colonel Rhodes leave, Fisher looked at the wall calendar. The year was 2010. Having been in this world for so long, the exciting story was just beginning to unfold. Thinking about this, Fisher actually felt a bit eager.

"Well then, bring on the superheroes and the purple potato monster!"