Marvel Space and Time Administration Growth Log

Marvel Space and Time Administration Growth Log

Author: Blue Eyes

Summary:

This is the Space-Time Administration. If you need anything, please go offline. If you want to chat, please press 1.

Hello, since you pressed 1, I have to make it clear to you, unless you are the bastard from the time and space line next door who married the queen of the Aesir, otherwise the fact that you can contact us means that you should be prepared. There are ██████ lists of smugglers to be executed waiting in line ahead of you.

If you want to eat, eat something quickly. If you want to play, go and try it quickly. There are █████ lists of people who will be executed for stowaways waiting in front of you.

Hug your family, say goodbye, there are ████ other stowaway executions waiting in line ahead of you.

Finally, take a decent shower and change clothes, find a place with a good view, and take a rest. Don't worry, we won't dirty the carpet. There are ███ lists of stowaway executions waiting in front of you.

But it's best to destroy all the records you left behind, otherwise we will have to erase all the people and things related to you. I don't think you want to see this. There are ██ lists of stowaway executions waiting in front of you.

Finally, smile in the mirror, here we are! Remember to give a 5-star review~ After all, the joy of being hit by a 16-inch cannon must be a very rare experience.

Volume: Sailing on the Ocean

1-1 Merchants Selling "Peace"

"Hey~ Dutch! Haven't seen you for a while!" Lancer jumped onto the torpedo boat, hugged a bald black man with a smile, and punched him on the shoulder. "How is your business lately? I didn't expect the Moscow Hotel to ask you to pick up the goods."

"Really, when I saw you, I felt that this business would not be good." The black man named Dutch touched the back of his head, "I heard that you had a scene in Mexico City before. It was exciting."

"What a thrill! There are always fools who don't know how to open their eyes! Not only do they like to pay with drugs, but they also think they can do whatever they want in their own place." Lanser said with a smile, "I just proved one thing to them. How foolish they must be to compete with arms dealers in the number of bullets."

"So what did you send this time?" Dutch threw a bottle of beer to Lancer, "I took it from the refrigerator before I left."

"A large order from the Moscow Hotel and a small commission from the Italians. It looks like nothing that could cause trouble." Lancer smiled inexplicably happily, then hooked his finger behind him. Several burly men came up from below carrying boxes, and the samples were placed on the deck.

"Shit! You call this no trouble? Toys from Stark Industries? That crazy woman Balalaika looks like she's gone mad this time. Did she handle the things cleanly? I don't want to get into any trouble." Dutch looked at the boxes stacked together, spat fiercely, and stroked his bald head.

"Come on, I'll do the work, don't worry. Aren't you an American? Don't you understand that it's the warehouse management of the US military?" Lanser smiled. They are old customers and old relationships. Why should I worry about this? And isn't the relationship in smuggling the way of the US military itself?

"I forgot, you bastard like to bribe people with gold bricks. One gold brick is about 20000 US dollars. There are really few people who can resist your temptation." Dutch snorted coldly. The man in front of him couldn't be said to be very well-connected, but he did have very good relations with a group of middle and upper-level US military officers. Looking at the US military numbers that had not been crossed out on these boxes, there was no doubt that they were taken out of the warehouse.

It has been a few years since Lancer arrived in this world. Apart from having a romantic relationship with the local New York gangsters at the first moment, he quickly determined where he was from the playboy from the Stark family who was flirting with the female host on a TV show.

After sighing, Lanser knew that although he seemed to have a great advantage, this damn world did not mean that he could just lie down and do nothing. He did not like to pin his hopes on others.

"Just keep your eyes open, okay? Hey, Levi! You look more energetic today." Lancer smiled and greeted the girl behind Dutch who had just emerged from a torpedo boat.

"Hey! Boss! Oh, high-end goods from Stark Industries! Business seems to be very good recently. Can you get such high-end goods?" Levi looked at the boxes in front of her with surprise, and stretched out her hand as if she wanted to open the boxes to see what was inside.

"Levi, you know so little." Lancer put his hand on the box with a smile on his face.

"Hey~ Hey~ Live longer!" Levi nodded to show that she understood. Obviously, the tricks here are not something that can be known to others casually. Levi doesn't want to be shot directly by someone one day.

"Really? No wonder you asked us to bring crates..." Dutch sighed, "Locke, Benny! Come and help. Today's job won't be easy! Levi, be alert."

"There's no need for that. The boss's men are more vigilant than I am." Levi pointed at the girls standing in various corners with AR assault rifles, "Hey, what's the situation with these guns?"

"Pistols, submachine guns, and a lot of cute little yellow things, and some small orders from Italians. I don't know why they came to me, so I'll give them to you all! They should come to pick up the goods soon." Lancer said with a smile, "Hurry up, let's go to the street for a few drinks after we move them."

"Boss, it looks like you made a lot of money this time." Levi put her hands on her hips and said with a smile, "YELLOW FLAG, you have to treat us!"

"Without enough money to buy their lives, who would risk their lives to do things?" Lanser smiled and took out a few cigars, divided them and lit them up. "How about it? They are authentic Havana products."

"It feels good to smoke." Dutch's mouth curled up, and he didn't hide the smile on his face. He looked at others, how sociable they were, and what about his own men? It seemed that only a new Japanese man seemed a little reliable, but the rest of them were honestly not decent at all.

"By the way, didn't you guys come here a little too quickly? What's the matter? What business do you have?" Lan Se began to ask questions with a smile.

"How could you possibly be interested in my little business?" Dutch grinned, but he knew that he had to explain himself. Lancer was suspicious, and if he didn't have a good explanation, then a fight, especially with an arms dealer, would be meaningless. "I got a call from Balalaika just after I got out, so I

I'm here just in time to pick you up." The two women at the bow and stern of the boat were already looking in this direction with their guns pointed.

"How about this? I remember you were collecting some random stuff. If we get something interesting, you, a rich man, should be able to offer a very suitable price." Levi beside him interrupted and gave a good suggestion. "After all, it will be fished out of the underwater coffin soon, so it must be the real thing."

"Is that so... okay, then let's get involved. Antique military items sell well. If you can provide photos of the scene, I can pay a little more." Lanser didn't say much, just nodded, agreeing to the proposal. This way he could get some benefits, and he could indeed see the end. Anyway, sailing is quite boring most of the time.

Of course, Lancer and his team also need to go to the port first to replenish oil, water, food, etc., and let the crew go ashore to get some fresh air. For this 2-ton cargo ship, Lancer and his team completely follow the demand. Wherever there is a need, Lancer and his team will go there and deliver the goods to the customers, so they drift on the sea for a long time.

"Relax, Xiao Tangle. You and SOP2 scared them." Lanser shrugged as he watched the three people leave after moving the goods. "16, start the ship and prepare to enter the port. RO, inform John and the others that they have three hours of fresh air time this time. Don't leave the dock too far."

"Got it~" RO635, who was counting weapons and ammunition, responded with a smile, then picked up two bottles of wine from the table and went down to the cabin. When Lancer was in the United States, he took in some former Marines in their thirties and forties who had become homeless due to American-style divorce lawsuits, and brought them on board. These veterans followed him around the country, and their lives were very happy.

"Boss, three hours is too short." Lancer soon heard the complaints of the team leader John in his earphone. Three hours basically means they get off the boat to have a meal and then have to come back. There is no chance to relax. It is indeed a bit short.

John used to serve in the reconnaissance company of the Marine Expeditionary Force. After a lawsuit, he lost everything and lived in a daze. Lancer found him in a bar. After his wallet was stolen by a thief, the half-drunk John fought with seven or eight bartenders and security guards. Although he lost and was thrown into the trash can, the bravery he showed made Lancer, who felt that he was short of manpower at the time, recruit him.

Now John is managing seven or eight unlucky people in similar situations on behalf of Lancer. These frustrated people feel like they have found their home in their current life. They follow Lancer to deliver goods, kill those brainless bastards, and then enjoy life to their heart's content.

"Don't think I don't know. You're just thinking about having fun with your lower body. Something seems to be wrong with our trader. Keep an eye on this deal. Next time we dock, you'll have a day and a half to relax, but you'll have to work in shifts. Then I'll give you 1000 U.S. dollars so you can go out and have fun." Lancer scolded with a smile. After these guys got a new identity with the help of Lancer's boss, although they saved some money because of their high income, their past experiences made them more inclined to enjoy life while they can.

"Hahaha... Boss! I knew you are the best!" John responded with a smile, and then there was a cheer from the side. There is a bonus to be won, Boss, you are my God.

"Commander, we're docking! The Russians are already waiting on the shore." M4 walked to Lancer and said softly.

"Hey! It seems that they are more anxious than I thought. Go dig up our lazy guy." Lanser said with a smile, and then pressed the communicator on his ear, "Springfield, did you find anything?"

"No, the other party has not made any moves that require vigilance. We can be sure that they are not prepared to have a direct negotiation with us." Chuntian put down the binoculars. "From past transaction records, the Russians are quite generous in paying, aren't they?"

"As long as it doesn't exceed their transaction amount, the price tag this time is a bit high. John, when you go out on the street later, bring something to protect yourself." Lancer added in the headset.

"Understood, boss. We will bring pistols. This is not the first time we come back to this damn place. Don't worry, if some unlucky guy loses his wallet, he doesn't deserve sympathy." John rolled his eyes at the group of soldiers. RO635 had already taken out a stack of US dollars and placed it on the table as an advance for their living expenses, motioning them to take it themselves. They were happily dividing the money.

"Commander, the Russians are very straightforward this time. The money has arrived." Chuntian cut off John's communication and then interrupted to say, "It's a little unexpected."

"That seems interesting. Let's go to the dock and see what the Russians want to do this time." Lanser's mouth curled up with a smile on his face. He was not afraid of trouble and he also liked to have a little surprise in his life as embellishment.

"Commander, are you so looking forward to a fight?"

"Wouldn't it be too boring otherwise? 16?"

"Fight! Fight!"

"You see, the SOP supports me."

"what……"

1-2 The Dark Prosperity of Lonapura

"Yo!" Lanser waved to the Russian men who had thrown cigarette butts all over the dock.

Phew, and then took the initiative to hug the other party, "Hey! It's been a while, Kotyarev."

"Yes, Dutch has already told us. We will go get it ourselves later. The streets have been a little uneasy these days, so take necessary precautions when playing!" Kotyarev also happily hugged Lancer. This time, Lancer made some money, and they also made some money. The higher-ups are very concerned about Stark Industries' products. Everyone in the world is copying their high-tech toys. The toys Lancer sent this time will definitely make them very satisfied.

"Kotyrev, I'll probably go with Dutch and the others to join in the fun in a while. Tell Balalaika to be more diligent in paying the money this time. After all, we'll need to cooperate next time." Lanser said with a smile, "However, Dutch came a little fast today. I'm a little surprised. After all, you know where the dilapidated temple on the mountain is. I have to ask about it." Lanser raised his eyebrows at Kotyrev.

"Understood, I will remind Balalaika to be careful, but they should not be the lackeys in the mountains." Kotyarev nodded. Being a Lancer, caution is a must, especially in a sense, if Lancer is not careful, he may face a comprehensive encirclement and suppression. But who knows if such an encirclement and suppression has ever happened... At least last time Balalaika tried to do him a favor and failed, so he could only take over the South American territory with tears. There is one more group that no one wants to offend in Ronapura, and one less.

"By the way, how are the goods from Cuba doing? Are you interested in getting some more?" Lanser said with a smile. Thanks to the American blockade of Cuba, he was making a lot of money...especially after he got access to a certain naval base.

"Hey! Big Sister was just about to talk to you about this. I've prepared the things for you. I've already contacted the person who will take over. It's an old relationship, don't worry." Kotyarev said with a smile. How much did they make from the last batch of cigars? Please, go directly through their route and bulk goods in Europe. Even in Europe, Cuban cigars are top-quality products.

"Why do I feel like I took risks but only earned the freight? Asshole! This is not fair!" Lancer was immediately unhappy. I worked so hard to fight wits and courage with the United States Coast Guard (meaning I had to give them money), and in the end you guys swallowed up all the benefits.

"No need. It's not that troublesome. Besides, how could Big Sister miss your share? It's 50-50. It's not easy for us to earn some pocket money living in this remote area." Kogyarev smiled and patted Lancer's shoulder. Seeing his brother put down his phone and gave him a look, Kogyarev smiled. There was no problem with the goods. They were new toys provided by Stark Industries to the US military. This guy seldom played tricks on business.

"It's not easy! You have to treat us. This damn place is a golden rice bowl. The Thai government is a piece of shit. Who listens to them here? It's you bastards who have the final say!" Lanser shook his head. If I believe you, I might as well jump into the sea! Believe the advice of the Moscow Hotel? The old man hanged himself?

"Let's go, 'Yellow Flow' is nearby, shall we go for a drink?" After a brief chat, Kotyarev made an invitation to Lancer.

"No, I've made an appointment with the guys to meet up in three hours. Given our relationship, two drinks are not enough. When I come back, I guarantee you'll wake up in some garbage dump the next day." Lancer waved his hand. He was very familiar with the people in Balalaika, and it wasn't the first time he had drunk with Kotyarev in front of him. Both of them had embarrassing records.

"As you Chinese say, bragging is tax-free, right?" Kotyarev made a throat-cutting gesture to Lancer without smiling. I'll wait for you to come back and drink to death, you bastard! Provocatively drinking in front of a Russian! Since you want to die so badly, why should I refuse you? "See you later."

"Huh!" Seeing the Russians get in the car and turn around and leave, Lanser shrugged his shoulders, turned around and looked at the girls behind him who seemed to be smiling, and smiled. Others were not as close as his girls, and there was no point in drinking with Russians. "Let's go, let's go to the street to get some water and put your big toys in the bag."

"Understood, weapons are concealed for carrying." M4 said in the humanoid wireless communication. A group of girls shook out the folded bags they carried with them and put their own weapons in. Although they could not carry many accessories in this way, for them, the presence or absence of these accessories only played a bonus effect. Even without these certified firearms, they still had a very terrifying killing efficiency in their hands.

"Commander, are you going to wake up Fei Ma?" RO635 asked on the side. There was also a heavyweight lady on the ship, but she had taken a short nap after her bath at noon and had not gotten up yet.

"I'm up now. Are we going to dock soon? That's fast." Frederick the Great stretched himself, looked at RO635 in front of him, walked to Lancer, and took Lancer's arm. "It's nice to go for a stroll on the shore. I haven't had such a relaxing time in a long time."

"I didn't expect you to get up so early." RO635 next to her had an embarrassed expression on her face, but fortunately she didn't say much. Although Fei Ma seemed to have a good temper, if she really heard it, she would probably have to swim to the shore.

"Let's go ashore. I remember this port, the sheep on the pier.

The rice noodles with meat are good, slightly sour and very appetizing." Fei's mother took Lanser's arm with a smiling expression.

"The owner of this shop is really capable to be remembered by you." Lancer held Frederick the Great's waist. Frederick's mother was not angry and smiled at Lancer. Then Lancer turned around and nodded to the other girls, "Little Tangle, turn on all the monitoring equipment to ensure that no thieves break into the house when we are not on the ship. Also, notify Sitwell Fruit to complete the delivery and advance his money to him."

"I understand. The surveillance system is online and the automatic defense equipment has been turned on." M4's eyes flickered, and all the hatches on the ship were automatically locked. Several main roads and the automatic attack platforms installed on the roof of the ship were also automatically turned on. Although it requires a certain amount of computing power, it is not a problem for these girls.

Of course, there was also an encrypted message sent to an agent of SHIELD who had a lot of contact with Lancer. In this deal, it was this person who was able to get the high-end goods from Stark Industries. Lancer had complained before that he didn't run into Coulson, but was found by the nine heads first. I guess he can't be a good person anymore.

"Let's go!" Lansher waved his hands. Now that the problem was solved, he would go have a big meal and then get some fresh vegetables to replenish the boat. Everything on the boat was good, but on a small boat like Lansher, keeping the vegetables fresh was a very big problem. It was still a bit uncomfortable not to be able to eat for a long time.

"Oh! Big purchase, big purchase!" After SOPII quickly put his gun into the bag, SOPII raised his fists and cheered. As the designated big gunner in the team, SOPII is always excited, always smiling, and always full of energy! "Yahoo~"

A group of people set off in a mighty procession. Lancer and his companions even hoisted two slightly larger off-road vehicles from the boat as a means of transportation, and set off towards the streets of Ronapura in a mighty procession.

The car didn't drive far before they arrived at a street noodle restaurant they had been to before. After a group of people sat down in the small roadside restaurant, the owner came up to them enthusiastically and asked, as per convention, if they wanted his son to help wash the car, or to help watch the car, after all, the SUV they drove looked very light.

"Oh! This is great. Let's serve two bowls of beef and mutton noodles to each person." Lanser said with a smile. At this time, he saw the restaurant owner's eyes flashing with gold, and he quickly turned around to cook. He remembered the people in front of him very well. They were big customers. If the food was average, then this was a $100 bill. If it was delicious, the person in front of him would not mind paying a few more bills.

"Little guy, if you act recklessly like this, your hands will be chopped off!" SOPII grabbed the little guy who passed by Lansser's back and took Lansser's wallet back from his hand.

"Hey... break his index finger." Lanser glanced at the brat and sneered. In this city, no one needs pity or sympathy. This is a rotten city. If you show sympathy to this brat, he will become more and more a thief. The next time he fails, it may not be as simple as breaking an index finger.

"Ah..." With a scream, SOPII only dislocated his finger bone. The treatment was not difficult, but the kid's face turned pale in an instant, and he looked at Lancer with some fear and flattery. Lancer turned his head away, and SOPII let go of his hand.

"You are right. There are fewer and fewer good people on this street." The stall owner sighed. Ronapura is a city ruled by gangs. All matters in the city, big or small, can be decided by these gangs. Naturally, the police don't have to do anything with them, because they can't even do anything.

As a result, the order on the streets is naturally close to collapse. These gang bosses are busy scheming against each other, so it is naturally impossible for them to manage the order on the streets. Young people have no proper way out, and the only option left for them is to join small-scale gangs, engage in illegal livelihoods, and then further undermine the law and order on the streets. As a result, there is no legitimate business to speak of.

Gradually, apart from those who seek excitement and buy smuggled goods, no normal businessmen come to this place anymore. The so-called dark prosperity is a joke. How can there be prosperity in a place where no normal people come?

"Really? You're too polite. But you should have figured out that I'm not a good person." Lanser said with a smile. The other person had a good eye. Just when he glanced at their all-terrain vehicle, he had already taken a few more glances at a small extra part on the steel beam on the roof...

It's not that this small part is so conspicuous, but most people might just glance at it and pass it by. This stall owner is obviously an expert. It's a special universal machine gun slot. In the hidden slot of this small all-terrain vehicle, there is an MG5 universal machine gun...

Battleship Trettig the Great'>

1-3 Roanapura is never at peace

Lancer and his friends were sitting there happily eating rice noodles, savoring the South Asian flavor. Well, not all of them were savoring it very carefully. Fei Ma, who was sitting next to Lancer, was eating very elegantly, but SOPII, who was sitting next to her, was pouring the food directly into her mouth, and she couldn't keep up with the speed of the battleship. Next to her, there was a pile of noodle bowls.

"I have to say, the food of this fly-in-the-wall restaurant that I discovered when I was tired of walking is really good." Chuntian, who was standing nearby, said with a smile after slurping the mutton rice noodles in front of her. After finishing two bowls of rice noodles, she felt very satisfied.

"Huh... eight-tenths full!" Emperor Feret put down about the twenty-second bowl of rice noodles, took out a tissue from his handbag and wiped his mouth naturally, and wiped Lansel's mouth at the same time. He looked around with a smile. Although Feret didn't say anything, it was obvious that she didn't want to stay too long, because the malicious eyes in this city kept scanning them.

"Ha..." Lancer instantly looked helpless, and then he touched Fei's belly with some envy. After all, how could he not be envious of Fei's mother for having such a good appetite and not getting fat? Fei'er gently opened Lancer's paw and teased me for being fat? Commander, you are not being obedient~

However, under Fei Ma's gentle gaze, Lansher put away his pretentious thoughts.

"Huh?!" Suddenly all the humanoids put down their chopsticks in unison and looked in a direction in the distance. Although to humans, they might have been just some subtle sounds, the humanoids clearly distinguished the sound of gunfire, and it was a dense sound of gunfire.

"That direction is..." Lanser frowned and thought for a while, "Boss, is Yellow Flag in that direction?" He asked the stall owner who was busy making noodles.

"No, but it seems to be a pretty good bar, but... Yellow Flag is not a place that decent people should go to." The owner had a somewhat helpless smile on his face, just like what they had said when they were chatting just now, there were not many places left for decent people in this city... His son also felt that being in a gang was much better than inheriting his stall, which was often robbed even if the membership fee was paid.

As for Yellow Flag, it is not a hotel that ordinary people can go to. It sells not only drinks, but also intelligence, illegal drugs, and various illegal things. There are also technical workers upstairs who are known as the most cost-effective in Roanapura. Such a place is naturally not lacking in fighting. The Vietnam veteran not only hung a shotgun on the wall, but also made the bar counter directly with bulletproof steel plates.

"Oh, thanks! Maybe I'm not such a serious person after all." Lanser muttered with a smile, turning his head back to look at his girls, "Relax, they probably aren't here to find us."

"It seems like every time I want to go there for a drink, something happens in the store, or before I get to the store, boom, the store is gone." Brother Sixteen swung the drink cup in his hand with a smile on his face. The smile on his face was full of sarcasm, without a trace of tact.

"I have to say, I'm lucky in this area." Lanser smiled bitterly, "We've always had very good luck, haven't we?" Lanser raised his drink and simply shook it towards the girls in front of him.

"Hehehe..." The girls all laughed in unison. Yes, Lancer definitely had the bad luck fruit in this regard! The first day they traveled to New York was absolutely impressive to the girls.

There was a little conflict between the gangs. However, Lancer recognized them immediately, looked around with a strange expression, and called out their names. The AR team stopped immediately, leaving only Haruta staring at Fei Ma warily not far away.

Fei Ma said that since Lancer had spoken, it didn't matter. After agreeing, she stood aside. Then Lancer suggested that they go to eat first, talk about the situation, and confirm the environment they were in. They were sitting in the restaurant, and before the food was served, they ran into two old black men with dreadlocks rushing in with pistols to rob them!

Then Lancer told the girls to hold their guns still, and Brother 16 stood up and turned the robbery into a fundraising event.

However, they then decided to go to another bar to have a drink with the donations from others, but unfortunately, they ran into a gang fight again...

When he walked out of the bar, Frederick the Great's space had more than a dozen guns, a similar number of magazines, hundreds of bullets, and a dozen wallets. Lancer, who was furious, simply asked the girls to find the gangster who took the initiative to attack to collect donations.

After that, the revenue from this night became the starting point for Lancer to become an arms dealer. As his business grew bigger, he bought a cargo ship to do the transportation himself. This was much more convenient. In the future, Lancer was thinking, if possible, maybe he could go somewhere to get a transport plane? !

"Bang!" A package

Landing at Lanser's feet, Lanser looked at Fei Ma who was sitting next to him with a puzzled look on his face. What did it mean to give him all her equipment? !

"As usual, it won't take too long before trouble comes, so why not just give it to you and save yourself the trouble later." Mother Fei said with a smile, "Safety first."