Marvel Space and Time Administration Growth Log

The Skrulls just lack time!

"Hey man...what's your name?" Lennox was silent for a while, then took the initiative to try to talk to Dizzy. After all, they also needed to report this strange existence. Even if they were friendly forces now, it would be a good thing to know more information. After all...the Americans and the Soviet Union were once allies shoulder to shoulder! But since the 50s, they have been enemies who wished they could blow each other up to the sun.

"Dizzy, shut up, we'll be there in thirty minutes." Dizzy didn't bother to talk nonsense with them. These humans would ask all kinds of stupid questions after seeing them, as they had seen in Atlas. Although Dizzy had a few friends there, such as Ivan, the human craftsman with strange technical skills, he had a good relationship with him (most Decepticons had a good relationship with Ivan, after all... Ivan provided meals).

So when Lennox opened his mouth, Dizzy interrupted him without any good temper. He was not as verbose as Soundwave. As an infiltration and assault expert of the Air Force, he did not want to cooperate with humans outside of Atlas! What a bunch of useless people, not only did they have little combat power, but they also did not know that it was their duty to cooperate with them in combat.

Since people said so, Lennox didn't want to bore himself. He shrugged and started talking about this battle with his guys. As a professional infiltration special forces of the US military, although they didn't have time to change their clothes, they still collected a lot of intelligence in the process of sneaking into the rear of the Skrulls. They need to communicate, and after arriving at Lancer, they need to report this information.

But they forgot one thing, they were now in the body of a Decepticon. Although Dizzy didn't want to talk to them, he heard everything they said clearly and reported it to the higher-ups. Megatron, who was far away in Crimea, narrowed his eyes. Was there a usable spaceship? And several more were under repair?

This is pretty good. Although Megatron doesn't care, his earthling friends should like this. He did know that Lancer was searching for these spaceships before.

"Remember their contribution, Dizzy, and save them next time." Megatron said with a smile, and then he released this message in the Decepticon communication, "When attacking this area, be careful. Our friends are eager to go to the universe, as a helper for me.

We are busy guys, we should help."

Why was Megatron willing to help? Because Lancer was fulfilling his promise. He was using the energy from his meditation to power the Allspark. In Megatron's opinion, this almost cut off his possibility of making achievements in magic. Especially when Lancer's energy from meditation was not only pure, but also had very strong fluctuations. Megatron felt that maybe after Lancer replenished the energy in the Allspark, it might go further.

It's not surprising that Megatron would think so. After all, Lancer's meditation method, in addition to the method taught by the Book of Vishanti, also includes the Nephalem mode and... Lancer's own meditation method in another world. Although Lancer certainly cannot achieve such a high level of achievement without the assistance of the Mind Stone, the Spiritual Words are a simulation of that kind of meditation, and it has been proven to be feasible...

This level is quite good, and it is for this reason that Megatron did not even mention the idea of ​​taking back the Allspark. Damn, does this count as an upgrade? Forget it, just keep it with you and charge it slowly.

Soon, Lennox felt the helicopter begin to hover and then begin to descend. He and his team members instinctively checked their equipment quickly and then prepared to get off the plane.

"Hydra!" Epps just got off the plane and looked up and shouted loudly! Seven or eight soldiers with strange Hydra emblems painted on their shoulders were carrying something.

"Damn it! How come we are here at Hydra..." Lennox shouted loudly, "Get ready for battle..."

"Stop making trouble, we were all rescued. For the sake of being human, can we call a truce for now? Otherwise, you will be the ones buried in the ground soon." A man in a special forces uniform leaned over not far away and said.

The SHIELD logo on his shoulder made several American soldiers hesitate for a moment, but they lowered their guns anyway, with their index finger still resting on the trigger guard.

"Dizzy, Lancer is looking for you." The man didn't care. He shrugged and said something to Dizzy first.

"Yeah." Dizzy, who had turned into a human form, nodded proudly and left.

"Oh, let me introduce myself. I'm a Level 6 agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. You can call me Rumlow." Rumlow smiled and extended his hand to Lennox.

"U.S. Army Special Operations Team, Lennox." Lennox held Rumlow's hand. He needed to figure out the situation as soon as possible. A SHIELD agent was obviously more friendly than Hydra.

"Come this way. You must want to contact your superiors. The communications center is over here."

"it is good!"

2-78 A large nest of monsters and demons

"Where is this place? Didn't they say Mr. Lancer was here?" After seeing the Colombians in Atlas uniforms, troops from various NATO countries, and even some Russians, Lennox couldn't help but ask, "Why is this place..."

"Huh... How should I put it? The people here are in the same situation as you. They are all unlucky guys that Dizzy and Diggers brought back from the battlefield." Rumlow led him to avoid a cement mixer truck that was speeding past at a speed of at least 80 or 90 kilometers per hour. "Stay away from these construction vehicles when you see them. Believe me, Dizzy has a good temper, but they are worse."

"Uh, okay." Lennox and his men blinked stupidly. What do you mean Dizzy has a good temper? They are even worse? What's the situation with these guys he called diggers? Could they kill people at will?

"This is the communication base station. It's paid, not expensive, but there are a lot of people lining up. You can jump the queue since you're on official business." Rumlow pointed to a house with four antennas, two long and two short, and a satellite dish. "Dinner will be served at 8 o'clock sharp. There's still half an hour left. If you miss it, you can only eat meal number ."

"Meal No. 8 can't be..." Epps's lips twitched, and he thought of the damn green-skinned rice dumpling again.

"Yes, that's right. It's cheap enough, so we can supply it freely." Rumlow said with a smile, "The restaurant is on the first floor of that factory building. Remember one thing, don't tease the girls over there; don't tease the girls over there; don't tease the girls over there!"

"Uh..." A group of American soldiers were stunned.

"Because there was an idiot from Delta who thought he was so awesome, but he almost got a cut on his ear in a dagger fight." A Hydra soldier who walked out of the room stared at the two people in front of him and snorted coldly, "Keep going, I'm rooting for you."

"Plov, are you going to move out?" Rumlow frowned as he looked at the fully armed Hydra. He noticed that there were a dozen fully armed soldiers on the two pickup trucks across the street.

"Thanks for the intelligence from you bunch of American idiots. Two teams of Skrull slave hunters are escorting hundreds of Ukrainians back not far away. We will not let them go."

"Uh..." A team of American soldiers were somewhat surprised when they saw the Hydra soldier jump onto the pickup truck and drive away.

"Don't be surprised. This place is in a state of chaos. Many human forces are here. After Lancer rescued us, he opened this place. Many rescued Ukrainians stayed here temporarily and were later sent to the rear by these Hydras." Rumlow distributed the cigarettes and then lit one for himself. "They fought very hard. No one in the entire Hydra could be as hard as them. You know the bullets in their chests...

What's inside? "

"Ah?" Epps was stunned for a moment, "I suddenly don't really want to know."

"They use the ashes of their comrades to make phosphide bullets. Even if they die, they will become the flames of hell that kill the enemy. What a bunch of lunatics." Rumlow smiled bitterly and shook his head. "A bunch of crazy bastards who don't care about their lives. Remember to stay away from their badges when you see them on the battlefield."

"..." Lennox took a deep breath and glanced at the vehicles going away. "I don't know why I suddenly started to respect them."

"They don't need your respect, they are just a bunch of lunatics." Rumlow also looked at the two pickup trucks going away, with an indescribable smile on his face, which seemed to be mocking, but also a little envious. "By the way, do you have money? A credit card will do."

"I brought a credit card." Several soldiers looked at each other. Cash? Who would bring this on the battlefield... Even if they did, it would only be some change. "What's wrong?"

"I see that all your equipment is Soviet-made. Remember to go to the second floor of the dining hall. There are full sets of equipment for sale there. The quality is reliable, but it's a bit expensive." Rumlow glanced at the crowd inside. "It's your turn now. Go make the call. After the call, remember to go to the third floor over there to find Lancer."

"Okay!" Lennox nodded and hurried in. There were several rooms inside. He found an empty room and walked in. There was a phone in each room. Next to the phone was a POS machine and a note saying $100/5 minutes.

"What kind of shady shop is this..." Lennox frowned immediately, but he sat down resignedly, swiped his card, and then swiped $200. A timer on the phone lit up and started dialing. His call was answered almost immediately.

"Where's Rumlow?" About ten minutes later, Lennox came out with a very ugly look on his face. The overtime fee was doubled... He spent a total of 400 US dollars. Although Ross said that he would give him a special allowance when he came back, Lennox still felt that this place was too dark.

"Let's go, let's go too. It's only two minutes to twelve o'clock. If we don't go to eat, only meal No. 8 will be left." Epps said quickly. He was really a little hungry. He had eaten half of meal No. 8 in the morning and started fighting. Now his stomach was already empty.

"General Ross's new order? Do we need to return to the front line?" another soldier asked behind Lennox. Although they were tired, many of them felt a sense of suffocation in their hearts after watching those veterans fighting to the death in the morning.

"You guys go eat first. I need to go see Lancer." Lennox curled his lips. Ross was very interested in what he said, but he had only encountered it once, so he couldn't say anything. Ross asked him to contact Lancer and see if the US military could use this place as a logistics supply point for the special operations team.

"At least this is the only good news today." Epps sighed and walked towards the only big house in the village.

When you get close, you can already see people sitting and eating in various places. These people are also looking at the American soldiers who are still covered in smoke. But no one says anything. This ghost place already has enough monsters and demons, and it really does not lack a group of stupid American soldiers wearing desert camouflage.

"Wow, it smells really good!" Epps and several veterans looked at each other, "How about you finish eating, Lennox, then go see Mr. Lancer."

"No, things are urgent." Lennox poured himself a cup of coffee from the bucket with "coffee" written on it at the door. After drinking it, he poured himself another cup and went upstairs with the cup of coffee.

"Let's go line up?!" Looking at the sign that said $20 per person, Epps took out his credit card and gestured to the Ukrainian girl who was in charge of collecting the money that there were seven people behind him, and then gestured for someone to go up. The girl nodded and charged him $7. Epps was going to say something, but he held back! After all, someone had just warned them.

"Stew, stew, vegetable rice, and a portion of bread...it looks good." Epps found an empty table and sat down with his rice bowl. He rubbed his hands and his appetite increased when he saw the food in front of him. He was really hungry.

"I don't know how the talk with the boss went." A soldier sighed.

"What is he thinking about?" Epps took a bite of stew and made a satisfied sound. "He just brought a message. The specific matters must be discussed by General Ross and Lancer."

"That's right." Several people looked at each other, but they all admitted that Epps was right.

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"Stop." 561 crossed his arms and looked at Lennox walking up the stairs. He put his hand on the holster on his waist and said, "The ammunition is all downstairs. There is nothing you want upstairs."

"General Ross asked me to bring a message to Mr. Lancer." Lennox raised his hand to indicate that he had no weapons with him. They followed the example of others and placed all the weapons above the entrance of the restaurant. There were two Ukrainian men who were responsible for tying their backpacks with cable ties and issuing number plates. They would take the weapons away with the plates later. This was free and part of the restaurant's service.

"Lance's room is at the back." 561 tilted his head slightly, reported the situation, and was discussing something with Lancer.

M4 confirmed with Lancer, then replied to let Lennox in.

"Okay." Lennox walked up the last two steps of the stairs. After that, he saw two women with guns on their legs at the corner. Obviously, if he gave the wrong answer just now, the bullets from these two women would make him full of blood holes.

"Please come in." When Lennox walked to the innermost room, the door just opened. A woman in a maid outfit glanced at him with cold eyes, then extended her hand and said, "Mr. Lancer, the chairman of Azure Shipping Company, is waiting for you."

Anyway, just don't call me Griffin BY agent

"Okay, thank you." Lennox walked into the room, looked at Lancer in front of him, and took a deep breath, "Captain Lennox, reporting to you."

"Relax, man. I'm not a US military officer and I don't have any military rank." Lancer said with some amusement as he looked at Lennox who saluted him.

"You are an honorary colonel of the Navy. It is natural for him to salute you." M4 said seriously.

"Okay, at ease, Captain. If General Ross doesn't call me himself, what message should I give you?" Lancer knocked on the table, then handed the document in his hand to M4 beside him, and asked Rumlow to take the people and the surfboard. It happened that Megatron sent him over. Since they are hoarding ammunition under our noses, they will be sorry if they don't make it public. Give the information to Rumlow. Sitwell has been stuck recently, and SHIELD is counting on him to make achievements. Blowing up that section of the railway can at least reduce the pressure on Odessa."

"Good! The information has been conveyed."

2-79 A base that is not a base

"So you want to tell me that General Ross wants to turn this place into a forward base for the US military?" Lanser smiled and shook his head. The humanoids beside him all showed dead fish eyes. Want to take advantage of us? Are you tired of living? "Old fox, you always think about getting something for nothing."

"..." Lennox stood in front of Lancer with his head held high, pretending that Lancer had not said a word. How could a private like him get involved in such a game between high-level officials? So he could only continue to stand still without any explanation. After all, General Ross only asked him to deliver a message to Lancer, and he delivered it himself.

"What else did Lancer say?" Lancer tapped the table with the pen in his hand, looking at the captain in front of him. Of course he knew who this man was. He sent Dizzy to pick him up completely out of his own bad taste. By the way, the sniper who he met once at the gun show was also invited by Lancer and had just met up with Steve and the others.

"General Ross... also said that you will provide us with a full set of equipment and a place for us to rest." Lennox opened his mouth and finally spoke quickly.

"Hahahaha..." Lancer laughed, a completely uncontrollable laugh, because there was no doubt that Ross had never said that! And Lennox in front of him was just using Ross's skin to get treatment for himself.

After Lancer laughed, Lennox also put a smile on his face even though his posture did not change. He knew Lancer saw through him, but Lancer probably agreed.

"Man, I've been under a lot of pressure these days. Since you made me laugh so happily, I'll just take what you said as the truth. Go ahead and choose. The second floor should have a full set of what you want. I'll send the bill to General Ross, and then..." Lancer turned sideways to look at M4 beside him, "Notify John to find a room for them to stay and rest. There are not many rooms here right now, and dinner is free. And if anyone needs treatment, there are doctors here. Although the equipment is not complete, they can treat simple gunshot wounds." After saying this, Lancer smiled and motioned for him to go down.

"Yes! Thank you for your kindness! Thank you! Goodbye!" After saluting, Lennox turned and walked out. Then he breathed a sigh of relief and went downstairs. At least he did not mess up the job and even got some benefits.

"Commander, why do you want to help him? It costs a lot of money to equip a combat team." The agent asked softly. An ordinary soldier may only need simple guns, ammunition, personal equipment, and at most some communication equipment. However, for a special forces soldier, it is not that simple. He has a lot of small bits and pieces on his body, and all of these cost money!

"It's not like he doesn't want money." Lancer stood up and walked to the window. "Notify Ross that his people can get supplies here, but the price will be based on the volume. As for the rest..." Lancer narrowed his eyes. "Just ask him if he's worried that his special forces soldiers will be shot. After all, he drove away so many people." Lancer smiled very naturally.

At first, I was just kind-hearted. When I found that a small team fighting with the Skrulls was trapped, I helped them and guided them to escape here, and then asked Fei Ma and others to use secondary artillery to intercept the pursuers behind. But how did things start to change? !

Oh, the bastards from the Ukrainian branch of Hydra brought hundreds of refugees... They can't be fed simply with a few bags of 08 rations. Lancer simply asked Koko to mobilize some storable food and vegetables from Turkey for him, and then started cooking. This is out of control. Don't underestimate the temptation of a hot meal for these killers wandering behind the front line.

In addition, they can provide ammunition replenishment, guarantee safety, provide relatively safe communications, and most importantly, provide a house where they can rest.

It changed rapidly.

As the news spread among humans, an uninhabited village that had been captured by the Skrulls became a quasi-enemy-behind-the-line center. Lancer also showed an attitude that if you fight the Skrulls at this stage, I will provide you with supplies, which soon turned this place into a place where good and bad people mixed together.

Of course, because of Lancer's presence, no company wants to compete with Lancer. Some superficial temptations will be thrown out at the first time, and the price to pay is also very direct, price increase... 10%, 20% increase.

As for the Skrulls, after attempting several surprise attacks, they found this side too difficult to deal with and gave up. As for the artillery battle, they gave up after losing dozens of artillery pieces.

"Ross has replied. Deal, he hopes you can get those robots to cooperate in the fight." M4 said to Lancer. Judging from the efficiency of the reply, it is obvious that the other party is already waiting for Lancer's message.

"Tell him to talk to Irons in Atlas and remind Irons to ask Megatron what he wants." Lancer shrugged. "You still have to pretend. The benefit of this goes to Irons, the bastard." The agent behind him tilted his head slightly and smiled.

"Oh, our old friends, Special Forces 141, have been pulled back by Surfboard. They will arrive in 4 minutes. Surfboard said that some of their men are injured and need treatment." M suddenly laughed. What an unlucky fate he had. While investigating in Britain and the Royal Anglican Knights, he ran head-on into a wave of zombie hordes (Brother Valentine did not go, another test subject led the team).

Lancer consumed half of the Aurora potion that he gave to Price, and the remaining half... seemed to have been used up completely just now. After all, when he found out, they were being attacked by two abominations and were almost dead. If SOPII hadn't helped them with missiles (she really didn't want to blow them up, she believed in SOPII's moral integrity, haha), these unlucky guys would have been wiped out.

"Hey, why am I so happy to hear that old bastard Price embarrassed himself?" Lancer sneered twice. He had clearly helped him in the beginning, but the old bastard Price acted as if he owed him eight hundred dollars. "Give them treatment, and pay all the fees to Norman. With the help of 141 and his gang of lunatics, this guy has already tested the golden ratio of Aurora, a ratio of 1:500 for the original pulp. Tsk tsk, this old guy is going to get rich."

"Lance, it's time to eat! Today we have maocai!" 95 walked in with a smile, pushing a food cart.

"It's just a hodgepodge." The agent next to him was helping Lansher tidy up the table so that they could start eating. Seeing 95 showing off, he suddenly stabbed him. 95 twitched his mouth stiffly.

"Pfft..." Binjiang, who was sitting on the windowsill and eating melon seeds, burst into laughter. He was next to Lan Se and was very happy to see the agent bickering with other girls every day.

"It smells good." Fei Ma came over from the bedroom, scooped a spoonful from the pot and tasted it, nodded to 95, saying that the spicy taste was very good, but it seemed a bit difficult to feed several of their warships. Then she looked at the big pot brought up by 97 and 79 and nodded, "Chekalov said to leave more for her. Lancer can't get up without hugging her."

"Then I'll go. She really worked hard last night. Fourteen combat support missions were indeed a bit tiring." Lanser stood up with a smile.

As the Skrulls' pressure became stronger, Odessa was under increasing pressure, and Chkalov's bomber fleet that kept taking off was the best pressure relief valve on the entire battlefield. The Skrulls were forced to give up their advance. After all... these hundreds of bombing sorties did not drop a thousand tons of marshmallows.

After Lancer finally coaxed the lazy Chkalov out of bed, he carried her on his back to his office-cum-restaurant to eat. Then Chkalov acted like a spoiled child and asked Lancer to feed him the whole time, openly showing off their affection in front of Lancer's dozen wives.

"Tiancheng, give me a hand." Fei Ma mashed the meat in her bowl into minced meat, and her eyes narrowed in dissatisfaction. She had never been so openly arrogant before!

"Hey! Divine punishment! Divine punishment!" Tiancheng immediately jumped behind Chkalov and suddenly pressed Chkalov down. Then, at the signal of Fei Ma's eyes, Binjiang also pressed down Chkalov's legs with a sly smile on his face.

"Come here, Chkalov, you worked hard yesterday!" After mashing a few pieces of meat into minced meat, Fei's mother mixed it with a little soup and stirred it. She picked it up and was about to stuff it into Chkalov's mouth with a smile on his face while he struggled desperately. Her golden eyes were full of excitement.

The humanoids on the side were all stunned, especially M4 and the agent. The two looked at each other and confirmed their plan to "feed the young master a cake!"

"Okay! Don't be so exaggerated when bullying people." Lansir hugged Fei Ma, kissed her, and took the soup bowl from Fei Ma's hand. Fei Ma obediently let Lansir take it away. Then Binjiang and Tiancheng, who were kissed one by one, also stopped persecuting Chkalov.

"Humph! You wait! All of you wait!" Actually, it was just a joke. Chkalov sat on Lancer's lap angrily. Now, not only do I want Lancer to feed me, I also want him to feed me while I sit on Lancer's lap! Humph! A group of people were eating with laughter.

"Commander, the American officer who just came to see you spent a total of $59 on the second floor. The list is available.

After listing, the waiter below asked us what to do. "The agent next to Lanser was eating when she suddenly looked up and reported the situation to Lanser. When she spoke, M4 turned his head naturally and looked at his team members. Except for SOPII who was eating with his head down, everyone looked speechless.

"Let them retrieve the equipment, and send the list to Ross later." Lancer glanced at his phone. Sure enough, the agent had already organized it into a document and sent it to him. After a rough glance, Lennox kept the guns in his hands and cashed them in. Then he re-selected the equipment they were familiar with from the second floor, including several M4s, several SCARs, and matching sighting and plug-in equipment. The number sounded high, but with seven or eight people paying one cent each, it was actually not much money. A full set of weapons cost about the same price.

"Okay." The agent nodded and the message was sent.

2-80 Smart People

"Dear Mr. Lancer." The concrete mixer truck that had just come back from speeding on the street transformed into a human form. The Decepticon known as the Master Mixer saluted Lancer slightly. Several other Decepticons standing in front of the data terminals also turned sideways to look at Lancer.

In a sense, the images of these characters are different from those in Transformers 1, 2, and 3. They are more like the style of the Bumblebee version, which is close to comics and animations, which makes Lancer feel that they look more pleasing to the eye.

"How's the situation?" Lanser looked at the mechanical giant in front of him. After being beaten by his girls, the etiquette level of the diggers has been greatly improved, and now they basically understand how to greet each other.

"How is the project going?" Lanser looked at the diggers in front of him. They were not simple robots, but several robots put together to fight. In Lanser's eyes, that was the ultimate waste! The house Lanser lived in now was built by these robots after a few days of events. They took the initiative to build it after being beaten by Binjiang.

The strength of the house was even ridiculously high. Lancer was so bored that he asked Springfield to give it a try and blew it up with a bazooka, but it didn't blow through. This was quite interesting.

So what kind of war can such talents fight? It must be that their future is to work in civil engineering! Lanser is so convinced! After all, they have proved with their actions that they are indeed very talented in this area.

"The excavation and construction have been completed. There is only a thin layer of soil left. I promise that I didn't alert the other party." The bulldozer half-knelt on the ground. "This is the detonator. Once it is pressed, it will be able to blow through the passage. However, Mr. Lancer, I don't understand why you don't just crush them directly."

"Those vampires haven't made any movement, as if they've given up on that place, but who knows? Their mere appearance is very suspicious, and because the situation is changing so quickly, it's becoming very difficult to track down their whereabouts." Lancer sighed. His personal combat power was quite insignificant when facing a battle of this scale involving tens of thousands of people.