Marvel Space and Time Administration Growth Log

"Springfield, do you need help?" Lanser looked at Springfield with a playful expression in his eyes. Springfield's coffee shop was completely her own idea, which was very rare among a group of humanoids.

"Go and have a good rest. The commander hasn't had a good sleep since he came back." Chuntian tilted his head slightly, revealing a charming smile on his face. They just came back yesterday, and M16 came back and hugged the commander and fluttered on him. Everyone slept in the same room tonight, so why didn't he cling to the commander? Last night was really a night to force the commander to exercise his chest, waist, abdomen, legs and arms muscles.

"We really should have a good rest, otherwise it might be impolite to attend the banquet in the evening." Feidi took Lancer's arm and motioned for him to follow him upstairs to have a good rest.

"Madam, let me help you make the cake." AR15 said with a smile. SOPII and M4 beside him also rolled up their sleeves and prepared to help. It would be better not to disturb the big battleship when it was taking a nap.

"Okay~"

1-30 Cocktail Party

"Hey, if we throw a bomb in there today, can we take out all the leaders of New York in one go?" A parking boy at the door said with a smile.

It was really not for any other reason. The whole restaurant was booked by Mr. Film, and it was really packed with guests. Basically all the heroes from the New York underworld who should be there were there, and there were even some guys who had conflicts with each other.

"Shut up, idiot. I don't know anything else, but if someone really did this, then the whole of New York would be a river of blood tonight, not tomorrow." The little boss in charge of parking slapped his little brother. How could he say such nonsense? Do you want to save your life? ! "Besides, do you really think that a bomb can kill the people inside? Are you still asleep? Watch your mouth. The big shot will come over at any time. If there is any problem, I will peel off your skin first without the boss doing anything!"

"Who is the man who came today?" A younger brother stretched his neck while smoking. "The hammer of the leader of the Maggia gang fell into his hands." His eyes were full of curiosity, envy, and desire for success.

Typical gangster cannon fodder, most of the characters who think they can get ahead by fighting and charging, will die early. To be in the underworld, you need to rely on your brain, otherwise you can only be a pilot for the rest of your life.

Hammerhead is a boss of a Russian mafia, but everyone knows what happened this morning. His invulnerable iron head could not prevent him from being shot full of bullet holes and left hanging outside an abandoned factory.

"Who knows, the guy who suddenly appeared two years ago, but he didn't want to play with us in the first place, and he didn't even look at this little change on the street." The little leader took the cigarette from his subordinate, lit it for himself, and started talking about the mountains before the man came. "It's just that one street of the shipyard, and he didn't ask for any other territory or connections."

"He follows the route from above. This bastard directly blew up people in New York. Did you see the news report? He has connections with CIA, FBI, DEA, ATF (Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco and Firearms), and he is even said to have connections with the IRS, but he has never been punished by the IRS. Guess whose ship loaded the luxury cars that CBP (Customs and Border Protection) found at the dock a few days ago this morning." The small leader obviously knew something and reported it right away, "He has business cooperation with the DEA. This guy will capture drug lords who take his goods but don't want to pay and give them to the DEA in exchange for rewards. Hey! All the others are business relations. You can see how wild his methods are."

At this point, the little leader also showed a strange look in his eyes, and he was no longer saying with envy, "It's true that the United States is a treasure trove, we all know that... Can this guy be considered to be drinking soup?"

"Drinking soup? That's nothing great. I thought this guy could eat meat!" A younger brother said with some disdain. Their boss had just said so much, and he thought this guy was so great, but it turned out that he was just one of them who followed others to drink soup.

"You bastard, guess how many people here can drink the soup like this guy?" The little leader didn't even bother to give the ignorant kid a second glance. "You saw the Yamaguchi-gumi boss a while ago. He was the first one to bow to him when he saw him."

"Is it that exaggerated?" The gangster who was hit had a look of disbelief. For people at their level, the Yamaguchi-gumi was already an unattainable behemoth.

"Because there are so many government departments behind this guy, who knows who will come to block you at the next intersection after he makes a phone call. This guy donates a lot of money to the welfare fund of the police union every year. Damn it, the time is almost up, if you don't prepare to welcome him honestly, I guarantee that you will all be skinned first." The small leader turned his wrist, glanced at his high-end imitation Rolex watch, and even pushed up all the younger brothers who were surrounding him and listening to his story.

Sure enough, he was not wrong. Less than two minutes later, their boss was the first to walk out of the hotel and stood on the street to greet Lanser. After all, he was the host today and he had to be hospitable, even if he had to pretend. Even if he would smash the cup as a signal later, that was a matter for later.

"Haha...you are still the same as before, liking to arrive on time. You are not hiding in the next street drinking milk tea this time, are you?" Mr. Film, or Martin Lee, walked over with a smile, held Lanser's hands with both hands, and smiled very enthusiastically.

"You bastard." Lanser smiled unhappily at this kind of behavior of exposing the secrets of others before meeting them, but he was not really angry. After all, when this guy asked him to have dinner last time, he actually ran to a tea restaurant on the way to buy two cups of milk tea. "You have been talking about this matter for several years. When will you let it go?"

"You guy, I prepared what you wanted to drink today. Let's go, there are a lot of people waiting for you inside." Mr. Negative Film had a smile on his face. Lancer's coming was already a move that boosted his reputation. Jin Bing, who was present today, had to admit that he was the host, which made Mr. Negative Film, who had been competing with Jin Bing for a while, very happy.

"You are such a fool. Why do you have to do such a thankless thing?" Lanser said unhappily. He who wears the crown must bear its weight. The Kingpin was able to suppress all the monsters on the entire West Coast. The price he paid was naturally not a little. Mr. Film at the forefront, although the truth was very offensive, he was still! Not! Enough! Qualified!

"Who made me unlucky to meet a violent bastard! And this bastard has a fist so big that it fills a large group of people with fear." Mr. Negative hit Lancer, then looked at the little tangled M4 and Fei Ma behind Lancer, "You two are really getting more and more beautiful."

"Thank you for your compliment." M4, who was wearing an evening gown, turned slightly to the side as a gesture of thanks.

"..." Smiling Fei Ma said nothing. She glanced at Mr. Film and said, "Well, if a fight really breaks out, just raise the muzzle of your gun an inch higher towards him." Then she tightened her arm around Lancer's.

"Let's go. We've had enough of the wind outside the door. It's time to go in and breathe in some secondhand smoke." Lansher walked in with a smile. Xiao Jiujiu and Fei Ma also followed in, holding Lansher's arms.

Inside the hotel, although according to Chinese custom, there was only tea and some snacks on the table before the meal started, it was clear that among all the people present today, few were really

Most of the people who came to eat hoped to use a collective form to force the young man in front of them to make certain "concessions". After all, there didn't seem to be many things they could control about him, and he didn't even buy his goods from these places.

Lancer showed no sign of stage fright when he walked in. He was constantly being cast at her with eyes full of hatred, malice, or even murderous intent. Lancer even felt like pinching Fei Ma's waist, causing Fei Ma to reach out and pinch Lancer's waist. Well, the KanColle version of a little effort...

"Sit down..." Mr. Film led Lanser directly to the main table. The order here was very simple, that is, coldly ordered according to strength. Therefore, the dozen or so tables in the entire hall basically represented the dozens of gang organizations in the entire New York underground world.

"Fisk, I told you last time we met that you should lose weight, otherwise you'll soon suffer from high blood pressure, high blood sugar and high cholesterol." Lancer sat down. There were only three people at their table: Negative, Kingpin and Lancer. In a sense, this was a show of respect for Lancer.

Fei Ma and Xiao Jiujiu were sitting at a table behind Lanser. The table was filled with family members or lovers of the Demon Gang cadres under Daipi's command. It was obvious that Daipi was a very considerate person and would not let them feel embarrassed or bored.

There was a small episode in the middle. Fei Ma pulled Xiao Chuan Niu to sit at the table facing Lan Se and the others. The woman who was originally sitting there was stunned for a few seconds, then stood up under Fei Ma's matter-of-fact look, and sat in the seat originally reserved for Fei Ma and M4.

"This box..." The waiter came over and asked when he saw Fei Ma take out a box nearly one meter long as if performing magic and put it at M4's feet.

"Do you want to search?" Fei Ma glanced at the waiter, then picked up the knife and fork prepared for foreigners like her on the table, and broke them into pieces the size of a fingernail.

"Uh..." Looking at this scene, the member of the Demon Gang broke out in a cold sweat.

"Get lost, you clumsy piece of clumsy ...

"Look, you're such a smooth talker. Even I have to give you some face." Lan Se picked up the small wine glass in front of him and shook it. The mellow aroma of Shaoxing rice wine wafted out of the glass. After teasing Jin Bing in front of him, Lan Se drank it all in one gulp and showed the bottom of the glass to Jin Bing.

"Hmph..." Jin Bing laughed and poured himself a glass of vodka. He felt differently from the rest of the people. Lancer was more or less a man of rules, and there was no major conflict between him and his empire. On the contrary, he had temporarily transferred a batch of unrecorded black guns from Lancer before, and gave him a small discount because of the large quantity. So he had a good impression of Lancer. This guy had a lot of hard goods in his hands.

"Old man, is it okay..." Lanser licked his lips. He wondered whether he should let the film guy give Kingpin the water of life directly, but he drank it in one gulp.

"I'm busy running around, but you guys are drinking first?" Mr. Film poured himself a glass of wine from the warm wine jug and said dissatisfiedly.

"Moisten your throat." Lanser said with a smile.

"What else?" Jin Bing glanced at the film.

"Wine is something that only becomes lively when more people drink it."

"That's right, do it!"

1-31 Business? Business!

"So this matter ends with that idiot Hammerhead, is that right?" Jin Bing, with a ruddy face, nodded while cracking melon seeds to go with his wine.

Unlike the solemn atmosphere at other tables, Lan Se's table was full of people eating and drinking, and they were trying to persuade each other to drink. Their faces were flushed. Then, when they were almost done eating, Nei Xia asked the restaurant waiter to clean up the mess on the table and replace it with a table of porridge to sober them up and fill their stomachs.

Then the three of them started to eat and chat at the same time. The rest of the people could only listen to the negotiation between the three people. Some of the brave ones came over with wine glasses and stood by to listen, occasionally interrupting and asking a few questions. However, the content of these guys' concern was somewhat different from Lancer's original guess. He was not interested in weapons and high-value smuggled goods. The main reason was that Lancer's warehouse was said to have everything.

"Originally, you don't bother me, and I don't bother you. You two, we have done business before. When have I ever interfered with your business?" Lanser put out the cigarette in his hand, turned around and looked at Fei's mother who was eating noodles at the table behind him, "Honey, give me a few boxes of Cohiba."

"Okay!" Fei Ma put down her chopsticks. The food here tasted good, especially the noodles as the last staple food. Unexpectedly, it suited Fei Ma's appetite. She turned over her hand, bent down, and pretended to reach into the M4 gun box beside her to rummage around, and then took out a few boxes of cigars from the void.

"Let me take it. You..." M4 wanted to use a respectful title, but was changed by Fei's mother's half-smiley eyes to, "You haven't finished eating yet."

“That’s hard work.

"Mother Fei handed over three boxes of Cuban Cohiba cigars and gave her a hint with her eyes.

M4 nodded slightly. It was obvious that Fei Ma was somewhat dissatisfied that there was no one around Lansor, so she asked her to bring it over.

Even though the distance was only a few meters in front of her, if the other party really wanted to do something, before the other party could pounce on Lancer, Fei Ma's anti-aircraft firepower would be enough to cover the entire hall with thousands of bullets in an instant, and these gang leaders would naturally be slaughtered completely, and she didn't even have to get up to do all this.

"Interesting, new ones, it looks like you have a lot of them?" Jin Bing opened the fully packaged gift box that Xiao Chui had placed in front of him, took out a cigarette and placed it under his nose and slowly moved it horizontally. The aroma of the tobacco inside made him very satisfied.

"My ship occasionally docks at the port of Cuba. Now that I'm there, I can help increase the income of the locals." Lancer spread his hands. I'm kind-hearted and can't bear to see people suffer from poverty, so I secretly came back a few tons.

The group of people looked at each other. One of them, a black man with a big gold chain around his neck and tattoos all over his arms, spoke quickly in a style very similar to hip-hop rap, "Brother, it's rumored all over New York that you have a way to get into Guantanamo, which is..."

Unfortunately, before he could finish his words, Jin Bing picked up the soup bowl and slapped him in the face. He flew several meters away. Jin Bing had a gloomy face and moved his wrist. His huge body exuded a fierce and bloodthirsty aura as if he was an enraged polar bear.

"Want to kill everyone! Trash! If you want to live, you didn't hear anything just now!" The film roared with anger on his face, picked up the wine glass and smashed it directly on the face of the gang leader who spoke.

There is no other reason. Although Guantanamo is most famous as a prison under the US Department of Defense, in fact, it is more than just a prison. It is an important base of the US Navy, a military base on the mainland of an economically backward and hostile country like Cuba. It takes a lot of effort to get through the ins and outs here.

"..." Lanser glanced at Kingpin and the film, thinking with his knees, wasn't this unlucky guy pushed out by these two people? To put it bluntly, the unlucky guy who charged into battle, "Interesting... Want to share a piece of it?"

"Hehe..." Jin Bing sat down on the chair, narrowed his eyes, and raised his glass to Lanser.

"We don't want much." Neipi laughed. Was he really so bored that he had to hold such a toast? Wasn't it because the word "profit" was too tempting?

"Let me make it clear first, I don't have much of the market share, and Cuba can provide a lot of goods, but there are a lot of people watching, so the profit is not as high as you think." Lancer shook his head. For this kind of short-distance business, Lancer usually took advantage of it when he passed by. Because his ship had a large tonnage, he could carry a lot of things at a time, and most of the money was used by Lancer to bribe various parties. To be honest, it was a long-term business and he didn't make much money. The two people in front of him wanted to get involved, so Lancer had to make them sober.

"Also, we need to make the Cubans feel poor and miserable. This is what the higher-ups mean. We can make money and sell goods, but if we go too far... it won't just be the IRS that will come to our door." Lancer blew out a smoke ring leisurely, then pushed the box of cigars in his hand toward the film, "Let our guys taste the enthusiasm of the Cuban people."

"..." Diaipian glanced at Lancer, and then at Jin Bing, who was pretending to drink tea at this time and didn't respond at all. Diaipian threw the cigar box to his hand, "Did you hear what Boss Lan said?" As soon as he said this, the small gang leader who was arranged to speak tried to stand up and run out using his hands and feet.

But several strong men under the film immediately pounced on the black man who spoke, kicked him over, pried open his mouth, and madly stuffed expensive Cohiba cigars into his mouth, forcefully stuffing the entire box of cigars into his mouth.

"I'll send you the contact's phone number and transaction method in a moment, but remember what I said before, you have to give enough. Otherwise, the navy over there will definitely not greet you with 5.56's little toys." Lancer listened to the gang leader's screams which quickly turned into sobs and soon died down. He sneered, crushed the cigarette, and spoke without any emotion.

Lancer did not expect to make much money from the Cuban route, and it was more to get in touch with the navy, but this did not mean that just any Tom, Dick or Harry could get involved in his business. Otherwise, it might be Cuba's daily necessities business today, and something else tomorrow.

This is the rule of cannibalism. No one here is clean and all deserve to die. However, since the two people in front of him have given him face, he doesn't mind leading the other party. After all, after Lancer's several ships of cargo went down, Cuba didn't make any movement, which means that this plate is big enough, bigger than anyone could imagine.

No matter how much Lancer earns, the profits here have already attracted others to try to step on his footsteps. It would be better to give it to the two acquaintances in front of him and let them make the cake bigger. In this way, everyone can score points, and Lancer can free up his hands from such useless things.

Lancer gave the film a look, indicating to the monsters behind him that what he was going to say next was not something they should hear.

The film waved its hand to indicate that

His men began to clear the place. When did he say that this was a banquet for reconciling conflicts? As long as everyone united, there would be no you and me, and naturally there would be no conflicts. As for the leaders of the small gangs present today, hey, weren't they all his and Kingpin's dogs?

"Don't worry, you will have a share of this." Jin Bing's mouth curled up. He had heard a little about what happened to Lancer. The dock workers' union and a few so-called vested interests in New York only gave a few dollars. Why would Hammerhead go to Lancer like this? Wasn't it because he saw this almost monopolized trade route and his eyes were red. Smuggling? They are all experts.

Cuba, a country with a population of tens of millions, has a rationing system and the national price of basic living products is not high. However, in fact, due to the blockade by the United States, the shortage of materials in Cuba has reached a very high level. Even if ordinary living materials and novel electronic products are delivered to the shore, there is no doubt that they are snapped up! Not to mention that there are also cars and home appliances that are very profitable. Although the profits have to be distributed to the entire chain of people, it is also an incredible source of income.

After all, even though it seems that they are only doing some daily necessities business, it seems that they don't make as much money as the traditional three things in the underworld, HDD. But let's just ask the simplest question, Walmart... does it make money?

Bullshit! If Walmart doesn't make money, is it doing charity? They just run these daily department store businesses, and they are one of the Fortune 500 companies!

And the worst part is, no matter how low the unit price is, as long as there is a monopoly, it will be a huge profit! Not to mention that even the Cuban government will turn a blind eye to this matter to some extent. There is only one large supplier with sufficient supplies, and this business of 10 million people...can it be done? !

"Oh? Joint-stock system? Sure, I'll pay 10 million plus channels and stuff, and I want 30% of the shares, no dilution, that's not too much, right?" Lanser raised his eyebrows and looked at Kingpin and the film in front of him. It was obvious that these two guys had different plans from him, and small fights would not satisfy their appetite.

"Ten million? No, you don't have to pay. The road is paved, and you have to help when problems arise in the future. Thirty percent of the shares is no problem." Daipian and Jin Bing looked at each other, and seemed to find Lanser's asking price acceptable.

"You think this 1000 million is for you?" Lanser laughed at that time, "You have to give me another million! Do you understand? To be able to do this business and not be sent to the bottom of the sea to feed the fish by the US Navy is not something that can be done by getting in touch with a few generals."

"Oh..." Jin Bing's eyes flickered. There was a reason why this little bastard was so connected. "500 million in cash, non-consecutive numbers. I need a few days to prepare."

"Same." Negative crossed his arms a little excitedly. Although it was a bit unlucky to open champagne in the middle of the meeting, he was really excited now. "How long will it take for us to go and see our supermarket site?"

"I'll let you know when I've done it within two months." Lancer said with a smile. It seemed that he would have to find an opportunity to go to Washington before going to Ukraine. That old guy was not a guy who would take easy food, but a stepping stone of 500 million US dollars was enough to make him unsteady.

"Two months? We just need to make some preparations." Kingpin nodded. Lancer has always had a good reputation. As long as he agreed, even if it was a loss, it would be completed. And the other way around is also true. If he said he wanted to kill you, then you'd better buy a coffin. Hammerhead's body was still hanging in the morning.

"Then let's talk next time." Lansher took the coat handed to her by Fei's mother. Fei's mother had happily asked the kitchen to cook some new dishes for her, and she packed up and went home.

"Okay! See you next time, good brother! I didn't drink enough today!"

"...Good brother, see you next time!"

1-32 New York doesn’t support people

"Commander, did you just throw the line to Cuba to them?" After getting in the car, SOPII immediately turned around and lay on the passenger seat, asking with a curious look on her face. She was already very curious before Lancer got in the car. Their commander was not a generous person. Although Cuba didn't make much money, it was more or less a decent income.

"This kind of business is relatively close to a long-term business, and it's hard for us to rely on just one boat. After tasting the sweetness, those guys in the navy have started to urge us. This is perfect. If we pull them on board, it won't be long before their supermarkets will be secretly covered with Cuba." Lancer looked back at the restaurant not far away and smiled. I wonder if this is a win-win situation!

To be honest, it was not surprising that these guys knew about the existence of this trade route, because Lanser simply carried out the collection of supplies on the market. This was also the reason why Lanser continued to purchase various daily necessities on a large scale, and these items soon appeared on the market in Cuba after being loaded on the ship. If these well-informed bad guys didn't know what was going on, they would really be fools.

"But it's good this way. We just have to wait for the dividends. Can you handle the accounting of various aspects?" Lan Se tilted his head and glanced at Xiao Tangled.

"AR15 is very careful, she can do it!" SOPII suddenly shouted, making RO635 next to her almost want to kick her out.

"Huh?" AR1

5 was obviously stunned, but when he looked up, he met Lanser's eyes.

"Is it okay?" Although Lanser knew that SOPII was being a bit unreasonable, he still looked at the girl who was usually not very vocal in the team.

"Okay." AR15 hesitated to speak, but M16 patted her shoulder and said, "This is a good decision, Commander. Believe in you, girl!"

"Sister 16 is also the commander's girl!" SOPII shouted loudly at the side.

"Yes, yes, I am also the Commander's girl!" M16 did not deny it at all and admitted it immediately, "But does this mean that the Commander has reached an agreement..."

"It means the reshaping of the underground order in New York." Lancer continued M16's words naturally. This kind of business requires long-term operation, and it consumes a lot of manpower and material resources. However, although the gangs work hard and make a lot of money, in fact, the underworld business is something you can't control at all. It is easy to threaten your life, and their business can't always complete the transaction smoothly.

However, although this kind of daily department store business seems to have a meager profit, once the total profit is calculated, it is also a number that cannot be ignored, enough to attract Mr. Trump and Kingpin to enter the market. This kind of long-term business means that there must always be someone to operate and manage it. In a sense, what Kingpin and Trump need is not an ordinary rampant younger brother, but a company that operates continuously and stably.

The former represents chaos, while the latter requires order. This choice of Kingpin and the film is very interesting...

"Now that the decision has been made, just keep an eye on it. What's the situation at the shipyard? How long will it take for the ships to be replenished?" Lancer shrugged and turned to look at M4. Although Fei Ma was theoretically a secretary ship, after a period of time, Fei Ma saw that M4 was doing a good job and felt relieved to leave all the trivial matters to M4. Wouldn't it be good for her to watch over Lancer every day?

"The injured employees at the shipyard have received treatment at Lao Fang's place. No one died, but one was seriously injured and needs to recuperate." M4 tilted his head slightly and answered Lancer's question.

More than ten workers were shot at the shipyard that day, but no one called the police, the attacker was not caught (New York Bayside Elegant Seat), and no one was seen with injuries (most of them were illegal immigrants and vagrants, and because of the extremely expensive ambulance fees, no one was sent to a regular hospital). So after the ground was cleaned, only the bullet holes were left to prove what had happened here.

However, the Continental Hotel soon solved the subsequent problems for Lancer. All the police forces were sent to deal with the sky-high bounty on the head of a certain black glove guy. In the end, this guy's head was chopped off by a guy wearing a red leather suit, holding his buttocks. However, this seemed to have happened this morning. It is estimated that the Continental Hotel should have started preparing to redeem the bonus by now.

So the New York police simply put Lancer's case aside. In New York, is there a day without gunshots? There were no casualties (at least not on the surface), no deaths (not on the surface), so why should they worry? Especially this time, the FBI and CIA called and said that it involved their special affairs, so the police didn't want to get involved.

"Let Maxwell count him for working every day, and let Lao Fang pay for the medical expenses. We will settle the bill later." Lancer sneered. Settlement? If the Continental Hotel is not tactful enough to pay the fees, then he will have another reason to knock on Winston's desk.

"Understood." M4 took note. "It will take two days to replenish the supplies. However, due to the attack, the shipyard is not operating efficiently. Maxwell wants to evaluate our hulls. If they are not very important, the unfinished orders will be given priority."

"This guy..." Lanser said unhappily. He happened to meet this guy who resigned in anger, so Lanser recruited him into his shipyard. Then this guy did not act arrogantly because he was a veteran. Instead, he took all the certificates required to operate a shipyard. He was one of the few super test-takers among black people, and now he is the top manager of this shipyard.

Even if it was out of respect for the most capable academic under his command, Lancer really had to listen to Maxwell's ideas. "If we really can't schedule the work, forget it. We'll just fill up the gas and leave. We can scrape the bottom of the boat next time. New York is a bit unbearable to stay in. It feels worse than floating outside."

"Okay." M4 nodded. She would usually carry out Lancer's requests absolutely, unless it involved Lancer's personal safety, which was not negotiable.

"Commander! Commander! Commander! Can we install big bang bangs on the ship this time?" SOPII raised her hand and said to Lancer. What she called "big bang bangs" did not refer to the large-caliber cannons similar to those installed on the Feima ship, but some 107 agricultural sowing rocket launchers, which were one of the three-piece set of Oriental guerrillas collected by Lancer and his men.

Lancer had collected some before, thinking that they would sell well, but he was severely educated by reality. They have special dealers... Of course, unless it is in some places where big countries play chess, it is another matter. But if you sell this stuff in such places, you may be punished by the other side. Lancer doesn't want the ship to drift on the sea and missiles to come from the sky.