Marvel Space and Time Administration Growth Log

"Xiao Shi, you are doing the right thing. I must support you at this time. By the way, I need your help with something. I have sent it to your email address. Please reply to me with the specific address. I will not go into details." Lanser looked at the agent next to him and indicated that the time was almost up, so he hung up the phone.

"A cautious guy." Sitwell curled his lips. It was obvious that Lancer's call was just to save time. It was not unreasonable for this guy to be able to survive until now when he had so many enemies.

However... Sitwell himself also found it incredible that he hated this thing. It was no news that SHIELD collected information on these super species. Whether it was vampires or werewolves, SHIELD had all of them alive or dead, not to mention a lot of messy mutant and Inhuman samples. After all, the Terrigen crystals in SHIELD's warehouse were not given away by the Inhumans for free.

But the strange thing about this matter is that the level of the Abomination is not low in SHIELD. This is a successful "artificial power!" In other words, as long as Ross wants... after a few more iterations and dilutions, it can really be used as a... mass-produced super soldier technology! And the Abomination can already maintain basic thinking ability, so what will happen after the iteration? The US military is not afraid of death, and it is not short of money! A group of Abomination warriors with only one-tenth of their physical strength and power, it's exciting to think about it!

And then, S.H.I.E.L.D. lost such a promising technology? Or leaked it?

Guess whether Sitwell believes it or not! Even if Hydra doesn't keep a close eye on this technology, they still attach great importance to it. All samples and information are under their control. That is, he has been completely trapped in Ukraine against the Skrulls recently. There is no time.

He doesn't have the energy to investigate this matter, otherwise he would definitely find out the traitor!

but……

"However, that old man Pierce is not a good person. He was so foolish as to let things develop into what they are now. It seems that Perseus must have said something to him behind him that irritated the old man. Maybe he is planning to let others find trouble for Nick Fury." Lancer narrowed his eyes and looked at the information in front of him, with a smile on his lips.

At this point, Lanser curled his lips. What is an old fox? If he goes to investigate, there will always be some clues left. But if other people find out by themselves, then it has nothing to do with this old bastard. This is very interesting! Lanser narrowed his eyes slightly. Although there was a deviation from Tiancheng's plan, it was not a big problem.

"Lance, Balalaika's calling." The agent next to him handed a cell phone to Lancer's ear.

"What's the situation?" Lancer tilted his head and looked at the agent beside him. The Celestial Empire Team and the AR Team had already gone to clear out the remaining Skrulls inside the base. It can only be said that under Lancer's command, the full firepower output of the ship girls not only reduced the surface buildings of the steel plant to ruins, but the excessive explosion directly shattered not only the reinforced concrete, but also all the living people in the steel plant.

Therefore, it didn't take much effort for Lancer and his men to break into the steel plant with thousands of people. That is, after Lancer and his men entered first, Chkalov, who stayed outside in the name of recovering fighter planes, only carried out three or four waves of supplementary bombing and dive-strafing on a road connecting the steel plant, and did nothing else!

Really, even if it's not true, you should take it seriously! Otherwise, 2000LB will come to warn you!

So apart from the agents who were busy moving out the electronic documents here and swallowing up the data on the ship, they had to hurry up and then set up a positioning beacon, and then let the girls carry out a structural blast to blow up the ship, and of course, the dismantled long-distance communication system.

"This is the situation. I have gathered 3000 old men who are determined to die here. Where are their equipment?" Balalaika said on the phone. "Whether they use us as bait or something else, we accept it. Just let us die with value."

"Hey... Don't worry, you won't have that chance to die suddenly. I'll give you an address, you can go in now and take out the things in a big way." Lanser felt his heart bleeding. Although he had his big warship rush over to move another wave of things, to be honest, he couldn't move all of them. Fei Ma and the others could only take the expensive ones, and didn't want the huge amount of guns and ammunition.

"Oh? You have stored enough equipment to arm three thousand men in Odessa?"

“It’s not what I stored.”

"Who is that?"

"Soviet..."

"…The rumored doomsday warehouse?"

"Yes, this time, use them to defend the Soviet people."

"Good! The Battle of Odessa? That's really interesting."

2-66 Play

"Another ammunition depot! You guys did a great job! Great!" Gravik looked at the map in front of him with a ferocious face. There were already 16 or 17 locations marked with black crosses. Thinking of this, he was almost crazy. How did the other party know? He had been as careful as possible! But why did he keep being discovered and destroyed!

What's worse is that in these destroyed places, most people would be killed directly due to the explosion of ammunition, and those who survived by chance could not explain what happened because of the one-sided observation angle. This made it impossible for him to improve his defense.

Rage filled Gravik's mind and his eyes narrowed. During this period of time, their war was not as smooth as Gravik had imagined. After the large-scale mobilization, the demand for various materials made him breathless.

That is to say, as the starting point of the former Soviet Union's steel torrent, Ukraine has no shortage of military equipment; and it is also a major grain-producing country. It is not too difficult to feed these soldiers who have been furloughed from work. The difficulty lies in how to avoid the increasing number of attack teams.

The composition of these attack teams is quite complex. There are people from NATO, NATO member states, NATO bosses, and even more so from Russia which is unwilling to give up. But they are all very consistent. No matter how jubilant the Russians and Ukrainians were before, everyone knows one thing at this moment: the Skrulls are really killing us!

Apart from other things, the Hydra Ukrainian Consumables Depot originally formed by Amagi… I mean the branch, was made up of pure Ukrainian radicals. After a period of fighting in the eastern part of Ukraine, many rescued Russians joined in. These Ukrainians did not object. They silently patted the Russians on the shoulders. At this time, there is no you and me. Your family is being killed, and so is mine. Our blood flows together, and our hatred is also together!

In such a situation, as long as you are here to kill the Skrulls, there is no doubt that the remaining people in the eastern Ukrainian region who have lost their homes and even their loved ones will raise their hands and give you absolute support, even if it means sacrificing their lives for it.

"We have tried everything, and this is the last time

We were even attacked on the way. We only know that there were energy weapons and live ammunition weapons, and the rest..." A middle-aged man in ordinary clothes sighed. He was actually from the integration faction. He didn't want to fight at all, so even when assigning tasks this time, he tried his best to choose logistics and transportation tasks to execute, and tried not to participate in the battle as much as possible.

Just because of his seniority, Gravik couldn't let his subordinates carry out all the tasks, so he appointed him as the commander of a transport team. This appointment made the Skrull sigh, but he still carried out the order. After all, he also knew that after they took this step, they would either win and get what they wanted, or fail and become the target of human hunting.

What made him even more upset was that during this unfortunate transportation, when he stopped at the town where he used to live, he found that his good friend's house was in a mess, with blood all over the floor. It was self-evident what had happened. This was an ordinary human home.

A few days before the incident, the two of them went fishing together. The guy even brought a homemade bacon sandwich, which was awful...really, but they were both very happy. After all, a big fish weighing more than ten pounds was enough to make them the topic of conversation among the neighbors for several days.

Although he did not see the body, his great grief made him somewhat absent-minded while driving, and his car ended up driving into a ditch. In order to prevent the mission from going wrong, after his own car was towed up, he ordered the rest of the vehicles to continue moving forward, and his car... After he finished smoking, he would check the vehicles and would catch up as soon as possible if there was no problem.

Just as he was smoking, the explosion broke out suddenly, and it came and went quickly, in just a minute or two. When he rushed to the nearby area to watch, he saw the attacking team. Led by several young men, several huge robots were grabbing the goods they were transporting from the vehicles.

Then...then he laughed. Although his face was injured, he looked very embarrassed and his face was hideous, his friend's son was still alive! This was good news! So...what did you say just now? Oh, he didn't see anything. He only saw the wreckage on the ground. Yes, he didn't see anything.

"..." Gravik stared at the Skrull who was much older than him. He had heard of this person. No! He should say he had seen him before! When he first came here, he was helped by this person. The first batch of wheat seeds planted by their family was provided by him. "But you failed in your mission. The pressure over in Crimea is very heavy. Both sides consume thousands of artillery shells every day... Do you know the consequences of not being able to deliver them?"

"I know..." The Skrull twitched his lips, still without saying anything more, simply taking the blame, "Sorry... I accept all punishments."

"Want to die? It's easy, just shoot yourself, but you come back, which means you don't want to just let it go! Right!" Gravik gritted his teeth, there was no one else to use! Command is an art, not everyone can command hundreds of people casually! Most people can't even command a dozen people!

The man in front of him commanded three transport teams. It can be said that he was one of the biggest contributors to the defeat of the Russian army in Luhansk in the previous stage. He supplied the material needs of the entire army! Never fell behind!

"Your luck is too bad this time. You ran into the enemy's attacking force!" Gravik turned his head away, not wanting him to see the anger and frustration burning in his eyes. He wanted to shoot the bastard in front of him who was obviously lying! Yes, the Skrulls are a race with full intelligence and spy talents. They are naturally good at lies and deceptions, and are also very sensitive!

Although it was just some mistakes in the details, Gravik still concluded that the Skrull in front of him was not telling the truth! At least he was hiding something! This was intolerable!

"Intelligence shows that in the direction of Odessa, a group of old guys are taking out a large number of old weapons and equipment from an abandoned mine. Rumor has it that it is the so-called Soviet doomsday warehouse. If it really is that kind of warehouse, we must get it! I'll give you two hundred people, go and confirm the news. After confirmation, the main force will come. Do you understand what I mean?" Gravik took a deep breath and tried his best to make his tone steady and without too much ups and downs.

"Understood. The goal is not to seize, but to conduct reconnaissance and complete statistics. I need some US dollars and rubles. It would be best if these 100 people have experience in city life. Heavy weapons are not needed. Some shotguns and pistols will be enough." The Skrull nodded and quickly put forward his request without saying anything more. It didn't sound excessive.

"Okay, roughly how long will it take you to get there?" Gravik glanced at him and said, "Remember, your mistake may put hundreds of our compatriots on the front lines in danger. I don't know what happened to you during your previous mission, but you cannot fail this time!" Gravik patted him on the shoulder.

There is no doubt that Gravik's hint has been very precise. As long as this mission is successful, I will let bygones be bygones, and I will pretend that I know nothing about your previous misdeeds!

How is it possible! Gravik would definitely find a way to investigate. It was not to punish the Skrull in front of him, but he had to figure out what happened.

Well, he couldn't go on like this. He had to find a way to deal with this bastard attack team that was causing him trouble everywhere. At least he had to reduce the amount of warehouses destroyed by the other side. Now even the transport team had begun to be attacked by the other side. This situation could not continue to deteriorate.

Of course, after he investigates thoroughly, he will teach this bastard who dared to deceive him an unforgettable lesson! He is the leader of the Skrulls, and he cannot tolerate any deception! Even if he promised that as long as the Skrull successfully completed the mission, this matter would be over, but Gravik knew very well that no matter what the reason was, if you made a mistake once, it would be easy to fall into the same trap a second time! At that time... both crimes will be punished together!

"It will take about three or four days." The Skrull did not hesitate. Although they did not meet often, he already knew Gravik's personality and style. If he contradicted him at this time, he would definitely not get any good results! He could only sigh that Talos had misjudged him.

"Okay! This mission is very difficult! Go find the logistics, you will get everything you want, and bring me good news as soon as possible. Also, if nothing unexpected happens, they will deploy equipment that will make my mimicry ineffective. If you want to infiltrate, pay attention." Gravik spoke matter-of-factly, then motioned for him to go out.

"Bang!" Hearing the dull knocking sound coming from behind him, the Skrull turned his head slightly to take a look. Behind the door that was about to close, there was a pair of fierce eyes. He smiled bitterly and shook his head...

"Gather the elite troops and find the attacking team! By the way, find out what happened that night! Also, place some of our people among the people sent out." After slamming the table hard, Gravik's eyes became firm. He had to solve the problem.

"Yes..." Another young Skrull nodded, turned and walked out.

2-67 Individual Preparation

"These are really old guys!" Holding a crowbar to open the box, an old soldier with gray hair looked at the PPSh flashing in the box, and his mouth curled up. Can this taste any better? No! A group of old guys came up and divided the bullets, and then started loading bullets. This old guy can fire thousands of rounds per minute. If you don't load more drum magazines, it won't be enough to feed this old guy.

"Let's fire three rounds for test! Let's see if these old guys will fall asleep!" A middle-aged man with a big belly and muscular arms squinted his eyes and gently touched the old guy he could still see when he was in the army training. The corners of his mouth inexplicably cracked. The 120 mortar with wheels, tsk tsk... It was the Germans that were bombed back then. Now, we are all old, it's time to change our taste! Clean the shells, clean the shells!

"Where did you get this stuff?" An old man looked at the middle-aged men unloading things from the back of the truck with excitement, and his face twitched. DP?! You...are you guys...too outrageous?

"What do you know? This is new and only a few rounds have been fired. It's probably the last batch assembled with excess parts after the production line stopped." The old machine gunner glared in dissatisfaction, wearing a grass-green khaki uniform and a military green helmet.

Yes, they are back! They are all back!

"Guys! How's it going?" Balalaika walked up to her old partner with dark circles under her eyes. She had only squinted slightly for several nights. There were too many things to do. 3000 people? After the news was released, too many old guys rushed back from all over the world and planned to lose their lives here!

Now the people under Balalaika have expanded to the division level, and then various things are coming at him in different categories. Balalaika himself is not a senior officer, and is very unskilled in this kind of deployment. In the end, he can only deploy them into battalion-level units, in echelons, and prepare some mobile forces to be ready to meet possible attacks. If the Skrulls don't come, they will be the ones to go!

Balalaika came over in person at this time not for any other reason, but because he caught a man who was spying on their position from the periphery at the front line. There were six or seven people at the time, three of whom were killed by 23mm anti-aircraft guns, another one was killed directly by a sniper rifle, this one had his leg broken, and the last one slid down the hillside directly. When the old guys rushed up, the man had already run away, and this man was knocked unconscious on the ground.

"Not bad." The man in front of Balalaika smoked a cigarette. "The guy inside said there are more than a hundred of them! Close to two hundred people."

"This is really bad..." Skrulls operating in squads? Balalaika frowned. The area she controlled was not small. Although they had set up a circular defense position, it was clear that the enemy had no intention of giving them more time. In Balalaika's opinion, this was the enemy's advance reconnaissance force...

"There shouldn't be many people in the city..." The White Russian veteran who was communicating with Balalaika muttered softly while biting a cigarette, his eyes a little vague.

"What do you want to say?" Balalaika held a cigar in her mouth. She didn't have much time left. The enemy might pounce on her soon. How long could they hold out here with several thousand people? If Lanser really wanted to let them fish for tens of thousands of people, maybe he could do it for fun. But if the enemy really gambled everything on one throw...

Bala glanced in the direction of that damn warehouse. The Skrulls really had a reason to do this. Behind her, that huge warehouse was enough to make

Her mind was shaken, not to mention the Skrulls who were preparing to arm hundreds of thousands of people... Balalaika, who seemed to understand a little, stomped out the cigarette and said, "Just tell me what you want to do."

"Hey...lay mines. Although it will be a trouble in the future, let's just survive this one first." The Belarusian veteran said with a smile. In a defensive battle, mines can sometimes only play a one-time delaying and hindering role, but a more effective role is to serve as an alarm and psychologically strike at the opponent.

"Okay, I'll send you a batch tomorrow." Balalaika nodded, "Send out the scouts, and bring your watches. Remember, this is no joke, and everyone who goes out will have to check the watch information afterwards." Balalaika reminded them. The poor performance of the Russian army made all the former Soviet soldiers angry. You inherited us, okay? What did you inherit? Just a bunch of rubbish?

"It may be too late. The position next to us was attacked by the enemy. Dozens of people turned into us and broke into the position. Although we wiped them out, ..." Balalaika's adjutant sighed, "Many people died ..."

"It's nothing. This is war. It's normal for people to die." Balalaika turned around, and the Soviet general's dress uniform that Lancer gave her fluttered in the wind. "But their death must be meaningful. Let them summarize the whole process immediately and distribute it to everyone. Let them know that they are just a group of chameleons! Kill them!" The crumpled cigar was chased by high heels.

"Wow!" This was the sound of legs colliding in unison.

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"Hello, Lancer!" An F14D fell almost like a free fall, and finally turned into a humanoid shape at a distance of meters from the ground and pushed back at full speed, landing steadily. The person who came could not be anyone else. The reborn Lightning slightly signaled to Lancer. He had just visited the Skrull control area, and these idiots actually wanted to attack him with that old anti-aircraft missile, huh...

Have you seen a super maneuverable machine with over 20G? You haven't! Hey, Lancer, what the hell is this Belka super robot! He's really good at dodging missiles! Ha! I didn't even turn on the jammer, I just threw missiles at you, are you happy, you idiot Skrull? 32 missiles were flying all over the sky, but none of them hit him, instead he used his M61A2 Vulcan 20mm cannon to blow up the launch vehicle and radar.

"Are you back? How's the situation?" Lan Se looked up at Lightning and smiled simply. After Tian Cheng had "discussed" something with this person, it seemed as if this person suddenly came to his senses. He became much more honest and his attitude became much more respectful, which made Lan Se a little confused.

"We destroyed one of their transport convoys, and found some interesting things." Lightning watched Chkalov walk past him and stepped back slightly to make way for her. After all, he saw with his own eyes that woman took a plane out and froze a military camp. Thousands of Skrulls who were not frozen were suffocated to death inside, and then ran back... The key point is that Lancer doesn't seem to know about this.

"The convoy..." Lancer frowned, "Aren't you putting too much pressure on us?" The Decepticons were divided into several groups. The air force running around everywhere and the convoy digging pits and ambushing on the ground were each responsible for an area. In short, over a period of time, the Decepticons attacked everywhere under the planning of Sky City, but the scale was generally not large. They basically targeted the Skrulls' logistics.

The worse situation is that although the Russian troops on the front line have retreated, the harassment from small teams from all directions has never stopped, and both NATO and Russia are busy sending troops in this direction, obviously not intending to let them go so easily. A head-on war between the two sides is imminent, and his allocation of supplies is becoming increasingly difficult because of these damn attackers.

"No, they are still trying to use the method of dispersed transportation to deliver as much supplies as possible, but they forget that if they do this, we don't even have to do anything, those Earthlings are eager to take off their heads." Lightning put his hands on his hips, "Your other group of subordinates..."

"Whoosh!" In the strong wind, an anchor pointed at Lightning's nose. Chkalov squinted at Lightning and said, "If you can't speak, just shut up!" What do you mean by the commander's other team of subordinates? Do you want to become a pancake?

"Mr. John." Lightning immediately expressed his understanding and gave a little bit of his own reasonable explanation. After all, he really didn't intend to turn into a pancake.

"Hmph!" Chkalov tilted his head, narrowed his eyes, walked to Lancer's side, picked up a bunch of grapes from the fruit plate prepared by the agent next to Lancer, and began to eat.

"John? What has that kid Will done recently?" Lancer looked at Lightning with some curiosity. Normally, he had just replenished supplies for Sitwell. Even if Sitwell wanted to cause trouble, it seemed unlikely in a short period of time.

"Yes, they encountered some problems. They were ambushed by the Skrulls. If Hatchet and the other two hadn't arrived early, both of them might have had their limbs amputated." Lightning looked at the disappearing anchor with a slight flicker in his eyes, but he didn't mention the incident, as if it had never happened.

"Oh?" Lanser frowned, "They are exposed?"

"Yes, unfortunately, the existence of the Decepticons is likely to

The Skrulls knew about it." Lightning shook his head. This was why he hurried back today. This performance could not afford to fail. Megatron's anger frightened Lightning even across the Atlantic Ocean.

"It's not a big problem just like this. After all, the person in charge now is not some old Skrull, but a pure newcomer. He can't control so much. When he gets this news, he will definitely not sound the alarm immediately, but go to verify it." Lanser's mouth curled up. This is a newcomer, and his courage lacks the benefit of experience. "Besides, the fight will start soon, and he won't have time to study it carefully."

"Okay." Lightning nodded. As long as he didn't have to take the blame, nothing else mattered.

2-68 Unexpected Collision (Fixed)

"Boom!" There was a dull explosion, and several beams of light shone in. The soldiers wearing integrated head protection of helmet and gas mask checked both sides, and then the people behind him slowly jumped down. This was an old facility. Even the locals could not tell how long these buildings had existed. They only knew that it was very long, long enough for people to forget their existence.

"Confirmed to be safe, no water accumulation." As he spoke, the soldier took out a device, turned it on, and tapped the huge button on it. After a while, the screen flashed yellow twice, and then it turned to normal green. "There is no toxic gas, and no radiation was found."

"Team one, go to the power room, team two, search, team three, ensure communications, team four, control the main road, move!" A captain with a crimson indicator on his shoulder quickly issued the order. "We need to confirm whether the channel is still usable! If not, we need to make it usable! Move quickly! There is only 1 hour and 40 minutes left. Someone is willing to die for others, and we need to make sure they can't realize their wish."

"Yes!" A team of three soldiers carried a generator and quickly followed their companions according to the memorized map. The two soldiers in front were carrying a modified model of AK74M. The original wooden stock was removed and replaced with a telescopic stock. The gun body handguard and magazine have all been replaced with engineering plastics. Leather rail hanging points have been added. Then it is up to personal preference to match the various accessories on the wall. This is completely personal preference. From red dot to scope, it can be installed anyway.

The only thing to say is that these people all had the emblem of the Ukrainian branch of Hydra spray-painted on the magazines of their guns.

After the first team set off, the fourth team was divided into two groups and began to advance towards both ends of the tunnel. The second team was the team that broke into the door at the beginning and began to check the few rooms in this passage. This step could not be sloppy at all.

This tunnel has not been entered by humans for decades. In this environment, there are really all kinds of monsters and demons. No one knows what kind of ghosts are in there. They must make sure that there are no problems here. Bright flashlights begin to shine in the passage.

"Boss, you'd better come and take a look..." The captain who was leading the team forward heard the solemn voice of his subordinates.

"Okay, can the lighting line be used?" The captain signaled the team to continue the action, then went back to check the situation, asking about the situation while running.

"We are connecting the circuit. It will only take a few minutes." A team of people quickly gave an affirmative reply.

"Okay! As soon as possible." The captain quickly ran to the side of the second team that called him over. "What happened?"

"It's a laboratory inside, it seems to be some kind of biological laboratory, it has been abandoned for a long time. My people didn't go deep into it, I asked them to withdraw."

"Biological laboratory? Here?" The captain frowned. He didn't know what to say. After all, this was not good news for them. The experiments that could be done in such a hidden place would definitely not be good. "Soviet?!" the captain asked softly.

"..." The people from the second team said nothing, but raised the guns in their hands. The flashlights hanging above and below the muzzles pointed at a badly damaged and faded picture not far away. The MP40 held by the soldiers and the SS on the helmets were very clear. There was no need to say anything more about who this place belonged to.

"Captain! Contact the brothers outside, it seems that there is someone here..." Suddenly, someone from the second and fourth teams stopped. As he ran, he suddenly thought of something like water drops dripping at his feet. He looked up and saw a steel bar-made, probably temporary emergency escalator leading to the top. The soldier saw the starry sky above.

And he suddenly realized something! They had checked carefully before coming down. Such a large hole could not be overlooked, not to mention that from this angle, there was no obstruction at all, and the starry sky was extremely bright!

But he suddenly felt a gust of cold wind blowing past him, and he reacted immediately, twisting his body sideways in the direction of the wind, and then wanted to raise the muzzle of the gun. But this touch...it seemed that he could not feel it...He tried his best to pull the trigger and inform his companions to warn them, but...

"Tsk..." The man in a white suit, and the soldiers behind him slowly fell down, turned into pieces, and slowly stood up, "Go ahead, although our mission is just to watch them fight, but occasionally indulge

There is absolutely no problem!"

A series of black shadows rushed out from behind him, and several soldiers not far away were quickly thrown to the ground, but those behind them did not look panicked at all. After fighting on the battlefield for a period of time, these former young hooligans have been forcibly brought up. They seemed to almost not care about their own life and death. They raised their guns silently, were silently knocked down by these vampires, and then tried to draw their knives to stab the other party, but were held down and sucked dry of blood.

Until… “Boom!”

"Huh?" Dodging several shrapnel flying towards him, the man in the white suit turned his head in confusion, only to see a body that was blown to pieces and a seriously injured vampire soldier struggling on the ground beside him. "What's going on with you guys? Can't you even..." The man in the white suit frowned, suddenly retreated, and pulled away two vampire soldiers beside him.

"Whoosh..." The flames immediately licked the entire corridor. Three flamethrowers lined up in a row and used the flamethrowers in their hands to fill the entire corridor with flames. At least three vampire soldiers who did not have time to dodge were caught in the flames.