Marvel Space and Time Administration Growth Log

"Permission to enter, be careful, the stuff is underwater, and so are their people. If you get a little damaged, your heads will be in danger." Lightning shook the wings and stopped circling around the planes. He turned around and flew directly towards the direction of the three MiG-29s that had just knocked down the third convoy and found that something was wrong here. If there weren't a large group of outsiders present, he, Lightning, would teach these useless guys who have no vigilance a lesson today!

A large group of unidentified aircraft are approaching, and you are running towards the new toy area like three huskies? ! Huh? ! Do you really think that Decepticons have no house rules? Well... it seems that there is indeed no! No! We can enforce the wartime discipline of the Cybertron Empire Defense Force! In short! Lightning decided to deal with it severely

Let's teach these three new idiots a lesson.

"Hmph..." Ross sneered after hearing Lightning's answer in the command center. It was indeed the same as Lancer said, these guys had very high self-esteem and could only be stroked in the right way. It must be said that this soft speaking style was a very novel experience for Ross. He was an American general. When had he ever been so polite?

However, this experience really gave Ross a sense of superiority for successfully fooling others, which was magical! A kind of happiness that crushed the other party in terms of IQ.

"General Ross! The fleet has entered the appropriate airdrop area."

"Order all units!" General Ross simply nodded to show that he had heard it. "Begin the airdrop! Occupy this beautiful place as soon as possible! At the same time, notify the 10th Mountain Division... I only give them 48 hours! If they can't do it, there will be many people who want to kill them."

Following General Ross's order, heavy transport planes began to slowly open their respective rear hatches. Paratroopers from various countries who had been prepared long ago jumped out of the hatches, and the supporting combat supplies were also pushed out of the cabins and dropped to the ground.

Steve, who had just returned to the ground, looked at the large white umbrella flowers that suddenly appeared in the early morning light. He put his hands on his waist and showed a strange expression on his face, "What are the results of the market garden..."

"So this isn't some market garden." Lanser's voice came into his headset. This was the number of people that humans could reach at the moment, and helicopters would soon be bringing in more equipment and combat vehicles. "There are at least two more that haven't arrived yet."

"So it looks like you really got a good price." Steve smiled and shook his head. He had a little new understanding of the scale of things Lancer could do.

"No, no, no, this has nothing to do with the price. It's just a little necessary security preparation."

"I understand... Yes, I understand..."

2-95 Alternative Shareholders' Meeting

"Three idiots!" Lightning turned around, and Huanghun and the other three could only obediently serve as the background board of defense. After being beaten up by Lightning, they were really obedient at this moment.

However, Huang Hun and the other three could only serve as background members, because Dizzy and Surfboard, who had a better relationship with Lancer, also brought a number of Atlas soldiers wearing exoskeleton armor to the base that had been razed by Lancer. Then Dizzy and Surfboard became internal defense with these Atlas soldiers.

"Sir! I am under your command!" A leading former US Navy SEAL soldier, now an Atlas sergeant, saluted Lancer and handed over the command in a neat and tidy manner.

"Half of the people will go to the nearby commanding heights to see if there are any enemy scouts and set up observation posts. The other half will search the base. There should be a lot of people hiding. Pull them out and confirm their identities. If they are the maintenance personnel of these ships..." Lanser looked at the three majors from Britain, France and the United States not far away. "We need them to open their mouths, but we also need them to be alive. So before the professionals arrive, don't touch these hard-earned survivors."

"Yes!" The sergeant turned around and wanted to leave. The difficulty of these two tasks was not low. He needed to quickly allocate manpower. There were not too many people in this place, but it was not an easy task to search it thoroughly. Although there was only one commanding height nearby, the probability of there being Skrulls on it was not low, so he had to make good arrangements.

"Wait, your comprehensive tactical panel is number 4?" Lancer gestured to the captain.

"Yes, the iteration is too fast. We don't have time to popularize it all. This one can also be used." The sergeant scratched his face. Lancer was not wrong. It was indeed No. 4. It was two major versions ago, but this thing was upgraded too quickly. It soon evolved from the map marking used by Lancer and his team to the sixth version.

Not only does this thing integrate various tactical intelligence, it can also directly request a fire strike on a certain location. Moreover, the most critical point of the sixth-generation version is that the data link has completed the tactical command integration with the Decepticons. The port is opened here at Shockwave, which is considered to be a direct request for support to the Decepticon high-level.

"Give him one, and then connect it to our communication network." Lanser glanced at SOPII who was standing next to him. SOPII turned around and rummaged through the packages piled up on the side, then took out a box and threw it over. All the British, American and French military officers present were staring at the box.

"Thank you!" The sergeant pulled out his original tactical panel from his arm, replaced it with one of the same size, saluted again, turned around and left.

"..." The scene was silent. The paratroopers dropped from the air had already controlled the periphery, but Lancer was not panicking at all. He clearly let the Atlas troops seize the commanding heights. The reason was simple. There were five Decepticons here. It was not particularly difficult to deal with the three to five hundred paratroopers present, especially since they did not have too many heavy weapons, at most a few rocket launchers. The best equipped were the Atlas soldiers brought by the stun and surfboards...

Obviously, Lancer didn't express his opinion at all. Several ship girls took a chair each and blocked all the passages leading to the battleship. At first, some people wanted to force their way in through the cute and soft Amagi.

As a result, Tiancheng knocked them all down with a wooden stick with a smile on his face.

The few black guys who had been screaming the loudest at the beginning were now covering their crotches and screaming like a castrated Teddy bear.

After learning about the situation here, all the soldiers became obedient. They now control the base, but it is obvious that Lancer controls the most important assets of the base.

"Dude, I don't mean any harm. But... aren't you afraid of offending the higher-ups?" The French major simply leaned on his gun, looked at Lancer, and asked with a weird expression, "My mission is to ensure the safety of the spacecraft. To be honest, even if you're blocking it, our, or to be more precise, my mission has been completed. You don't have enough manpower to fly that thing, so..."

"You want to see me control it to fly away?" Lanser looked up at the major. "Listen, there are six ships here. One for each of the Five Permanent Members and the Enterprise Alliance. This is the agreement we had previously negotiated. So no one can get in unless everyone is present." Lanser shook his head firmly, and then returned to the previous topic. "So do you want me to show you how to drive a battleship away by myself? Hmm? Do you want to see it?"

"...No, I definitely don't want to." The French major shook his head quickly. Are you kidding? Do you dare to bet? He didn't know if Lancer would suffer any consequences if he did this, but he knew that he would be doomed! The people above would definitely kick him out of the army and use this incident to curry favor with Lancer in front of him.

Because Lancer could do it, it meant that he had mastered all the control rights and methods of the spacecraft... How much was this worth? His life? No, all the soldiers present were slaughtered by him, but afterwards, as long as Lancer handed over these things, the five permanent members would lightly say that they died for their country in the battle.

"You surrendered too quickly. I don't have the ability to do this." Lanser smiled and threw a box of cigarettes over. "Relax a little. This is the request of the two major shareholders of the board of directors. I can only cash it out after it is executed. You can do whatever you want after their people arrive." Lanser briefly explained the reason why he was stuck here. "So if you want to blame someone, blame the British for adding a rule: I can't get the funds you paid before I complete all the commissions of the board of directors. This is not a small amount of money."

Lanser said this calmly. "Do you think he's going to stay here? Are you kidding me? He still has a lot of trouble to deal with!" "Waiting here is just making things difficult for him!"

"..." The French major and the American major turned their heads together and looked at the British officer who had a helpless expression on his face, "The idiots above are making trouble again." Then the three of them took a deep breath and said no more nonsense. There is a traitor among us! What else is there to say? The French and American officers walked back and forth with their hands on their hips.

"Hey... why was he able to go in?" At this time, the British officer noticed something that made him less embarrassed, because Stark, wearing an iron suit, walked out from inside. He was immediately questioned by Lancer. Lancer acted in a businesslike manner at this moment, "Does he have special rights?"

"To be precise..." Tony Stark opened his mask, "I really do have it. Let me introduce it to this ignorant officer."

"If you have an energy or arms company with a market value of more than 500 billion US dollars, you can also get in." Lancer shrugged, "I am the most beloved philanthropist of your Sun, the most diligent scientist in the entertainment section, the king of the Hollywood red carpet, who knows the ins and outs of most female stars and is their favorite gossip target, and the owner of a super trust." When Lancer said this, he glanced at Tony Stark, who looked a little smug, "There is also a silly girl he loves waiting for him at home. The super winner in this game called life, Tony Stark himself! Don't ask him for an autograph, it will be embarrassing."

"I didn't realize you were good at praising people. Next time I organize a charity party, I will ask you to be the host." Tony Stark said with a smile, because he saw the surprised and envious expressions of the three officers opposite him. "Just a slight correction, you should add the most technological innovations and the smartest brains in history."

"Doom?" Lancer immediately started to poke at Stark's sore spot. Unlike a certain version, the two of them fought fiercely for more than one round. After all, it was a fact that their ideas were different, and there was also a bit of unwillingness to accept that there is no first in literature and no second in martial arts. If you are unhappy, just compete. If you are not convinced, just fight!

In the process of cracking the jammer technology that Lancer brought out, it was completed so quickly. There were sparks from the collision of two smart brains. Well, the collision of their power armor and iron suits really did create sparks. During that time, the rich district was really lively. Everyday, you would see Stark or Doom crashing through the wall, and then the villa would collapse in a corner after a series of clanging sounds.

After Doom was gone, Stark developed an anti-Doom armor that featured a cutting laser that could slice through the main armor of a battle tank like a toy.

After returning to his country, Doom developed the Super Melta Cannon, which could melt a main battle tank into a pancake with a single shot.

There is a thought called a knife, and he couldn't bear the thought.

However, the two still keep in touch with each other frequently, always trying to surpass each other in knowledge, so this knowledge war and arms race may have to continue.

"This bastard... you are also a bastard!" Tony Stark rolled his eyes at Lancer, "Okay, one of the smart ones, one of them!"

"Heh..." Lancer actually liked Stark a little. When you put the facts in front of him, he would admit it. It was this way of admitting it while still being arrogant that always made people feel a little amused.

"I'm very happy to hear this!" A figure also wearing an iron armor walked in from the door and nodded at Lancer.

"You actually called him over." Tony Stark glanced at Doom, then tilted his head to look at Lancer.

"He is nearby, and even though he owns less than you, he is also a shareholder." Lanser shrugged. No one should miss this shareholders' meeting. Everyone has to come, at least as a representative, to prevent Wu Chang from blaming me for my salary.

"We are all in New York, we are in the same group." Stark said in a low voice.

"You might as well give him something real." Doom sneered, then handed an energy weapon that looked like a large pistol to SOPII, along with a chip, "I've finished the safety lock you asked for."

"Okay, thank you."

"Safety catch?"

"Decepticon's."

"Oh!"

2-96 This is still your pardon, Norman Osborn 9/10

"Are you sure that only five of you are needed?" Lanser tilted his head and glanced at the temporary representative sent by China. The other party shrugged, as if he didn't care very much. Lanser shrugged. After all, China's location was not adjacent at all, and it would be inconvenient for several people to come. Since the other party decided so, it had nothing to do with him. "Release the guard of the passage and let our shareholders go in and out."

Naturally, the girls would not disobey Lancer's orders, and they all stood up and left, no longer blocking the passage, so a group of people immediately rushed in. Tiancheng walked back yawning, and when he found that there was no one around Lancer except the agent, he walked over with a smile and leaned on Lancer's back, watching a group of people rushing in with big and small bags.

In addition to the soldiers, there are also many technicians. After all, it is very rare to get a complete spacecraft and a major repair factory. So even though it is a very dangerous war zone, countries have still found enough fearless technicians to send here. China and Russia have also found people, but they cannot be sent here for various reasons for the time being.

Finally, after a detour with Russia's air supply, the Il-76 temporarily transferred a company of VDV from the direction of Odessa, and finally planned to mobilize a battalion of troops; and the five military attachés urgently dispatched by China were the last to arrive. There was no other way. The distance to the homeland was too far, and there was a lack of delivery force. In short, they had to keep the things they paid for first.

Anyway, Doom and Stark had been studying the smallest ship in the corner for a long time, and the others were jealous. The British, American and French technicians who had arrived earlier were jealous when they saw the two of them coming in and out and occasionally taking some tools back, complaining all the way.

However, these technicians saw a scene that made them feel very surprised. Stark and Doom were actually being scolded. Any scientific researcher would know that these two bastards are the top technology masters that mankind cannot avoid in the future. Moreover, the key is that they have outstanding hands-on ability in every sense.

"If you two really want to fight, pick a place for me! Is this the place for a fight?" Chkalov rubbed his forehead. This is like locking up Hanazono and Musashi in a lab together. These two silly girls can destroy half of your base even without their ship equipment, let alone now? !

Chkalov pointed angrily, "If you make trouble again, I will freeze both of you out at the risk of being scolded by Lancer at night! Do you understand?"

"..." Stark scratched his face. He was the one who witnessed Iron Monger being frozen, and Obaday was indeed severely frostbitten afterwards. The giant metal scorpion walking on the ice gave him a huge shock.

"..." Doom didn't say anything. He had seen the way Fei Ma deployed her ship suit, and the two metal dragons bombarded her crazily, which left a deep impression on him. At least he was sure that if a woman like this wanted to deal with him, he'd better fly up to the sky and run away as soon as possible! The enemy's firepower was very strong. Looking at the place being bombarded, and the sparks from the shrapnel hitting each other from time to time, Doom didn't think he could survive.

So in the end, they looked at each other, took a deep breath, and reached an agreement to go out and fight later.

"Lance, Norman is waiting for you in the small conference room No. 4." The agent came close to Lancer and whispered.

"Okay, I'll go meet this old man." Lanser's face darkened and he nodded. After the last incident, a gap had appeared between the two of them. After all, those were the people Lanser sent, but this old man killed them all. No one could stand this. "Tell Chkalov and Sopii that if you are going to beat them up, be more lenient. There are not many smart people like them."

"..." M4 twitched her lips. Commander, are you sure this isn't a way to add insult to injury?! If Chkalov heard this, he would probably start looking for reasons to beat up Tony Stark and Doom. But...what does this have to do with her, M4?

"Hey!" Norman Osborn, who had arrived from the United States by helicopter, stood up and hugged Lancer with a smile as if they were old friends. His face was rosy.

, and he was in very good spirits, his eyes were so bright that Lanser felt that this superhuman heat ray was about to burst out. However, considering his personality, perhaps a more appropriate analogy would be... A-Zu?

"Are you surprised to be here?" Lancer smiled and gave him a cigarette. The two looked out the window and saw paratroopers from various countries setting up defenses everywhere. Yes, everyone knew that the Skrulls would definitely counterattack, and now, they could only keep dropping paratroopers in.

Oh, and there is also the Decepticon flying team. The MiG-29 team that was hit by lightning has already blown up the opposing th team's convoy, so the Skrulls seem to be changing direction and trying to infiltrate ground infantry.

"The view is nice. After all, there are only four conference rooms in the world." Norman and Lancer smoked by the window. Neither of them spoke until they finished their cigarette. Then Norman spoke. The other conference rooms were all occupied by the five permanent members. This one actually had an owner, but it belonged to their corporate alliance, so it was reasonable for him to use it. "Why am I here?"

Straight to the point, straight to the core. If you are not cunning, you will be suddenly attacked by this old dog and the truth will be forced out.

"Hey..." Lanser glanced at the agent, who nodded. Then the British in the next room started tapping their communication devices. Suddenly, there was no sound. "Old man, our cooperation was very good before, but you are not honest this time. After all, this is my man..."

"Brat." Norman shook his head. He had been talking to him for a long time in vain. "Well, you get my apology. I'm sorry that I didn't notice this." Then the corners of his mouth curled up slightly. "Little fox, but it's more reassuring to cooperate with a smart person. At least he won't be a fool who thinks you are a fool."

"Hey, so this is my style. How about it, how does it feel to get the amnesty document?" Lanser tilted his head and looked at him with some complacency. For those who participated in this so-called corporate alliance, perhaps it was not so-called benefits, but this special "status"! For Wu Chang, those who entered this corporate alliance would definitely be treated differently.

"Pfft... Hahaha..." Norman Osborn was obviously stunned for a moment, then he laughed, "Yes, the amnesty document. So that's what it is." On the way here, Norman Osborn thought of many possibilities, but he never expected that Lancer's purpose would be like this. This really made him feel... touched? He hadn't experienced this strange feeling for a long time.

He and Lancer were doing something secretly. Once it was exposed, it was hard to say whether anyone could protect him. No matter how much money he gave to those politicians, they would not pay any attention to him. Because even if they were aliens, if you were involved in genocide, you would be guilty of original sin! Moreover, the main profit point of his Osborne Group was biopharmaceuticals. Once this matter was exposed, it would be self-destructive.

But... with this layer of skin, everything seems different. Just like Lanser said, this is a pardon document! As long as he can make achievements, or at the very end, use his position in this group to trade, he will be able to get a pardon.

However, Norman Osborn looked at Lancer a few more times. He didn't believe that Lancer would not understand how much profit the corporate group he casually mentioned when selling the ship would represent. The Wu Chang was willing to agree to this because Lancer had made a huge contribution this time and also for the sake of the face of the Decepticons in the Cybertron Empire.

Although this business group seems to be for these groups to pay money to Lancer and Decepticons on behalf of the Five Permanent Members, in fact, they will definitely receive special treatment from the Five Permanent Members in the future, and the groups that enjoy this treatment will definitely stick together! And be exclusive! What a huge benefit this will be! Look at those Korean and Japanese chaebols and big companies. After hearing about this, they have been jumping up and down in the past two days. Norman has received a lot of calls in the past two days, but after a long time, only Yashida is a company that has a good relationship with Atlas.

Shingen Yashida was now frantically trying to get people over because the distance was even greater. However, it was clear that the opponent's power was definitely not comparable to Norman Osborn's, so he would most likely land in Turkey and find a way to get over here. In order to get all this, he was almost beaten by the two bastards Irons and Frank, and paid a huge price to get the ticket to this chapter!

He, Shingen Yashida, no longer has to look at the faces of those so-called Japanese politicians and nobles from today on. His status has been elevated! From now on, he is no longer a glove of these guys! For this reason, when Shingen Yashida arrives, he will definitely give Lancer a generous thank-you gift! Because Lancer gave him this opportunity! The so-called top ten chaebols in South Korea want to kneel at Lancer's door, but they can't find the way.

How could this little bastard not know the value of this gift?! You must be kidding me!

"Because I'm not at a disadvantage." Lancer smiled and handed over a ring that was commissioned by the Vatican to be forged with steel melted from damaged divine weapons, re-silvered, and blessed in the cathedral. "Because from today on, we will become the giants behind each other."

"Double-headed eagle? Is it Rome? It can't be Russia." Lancer took the numbered double-headed eagle from his hand.

Wearing a ring with the number 5, besides you, Stark, and Doom, who else?

"I left one for our conscience, but he's still hesitating."

"Oh? Steve? This kind of secret society really doesn't suit his style. If he doesn't accept it, who are you going to give it to?"

"An old thing that's dying."

“…I think you are mocking me.”

"Perseus, have you heard..."

“…This is a myth.”

"An old bastard who sacrificed his entire life for an ideal and is now risking his life for humanity is still worth one, right?"

"Yes."

2-97 Steve and Millennium

"You are actually planning to leave?" Steve looked at Lancer with a strange expression. It was obvious that in this situation, Lancer would be able to maximize the benefits if he continued to stay here. Looking at those Wuchang paratroopers rushing here as if they were risking their lives, he could guess the value of the things below.

According to what Stark said, we still don’t understand the spacecraft, but we know this overhaul equipment. All manufacturers have received a new order! Humans need to rebuild at least 5 production lines! This is the first step for humans to understand this entire system.

"Because I have done what I can do!" Lanser said with a smile. His girls have cracked the entire set of equipment and systems, especially Chkalov, the technical master of Azure World who is full of black technology. In the communication with SOPII, he has come up with a set of basic spacecraft design framework. And Stark and Doom are estimated to be not far away.

However, this framework also requires actual technology and industrial production capacity to fill in the details, and here, the value of the overhaul line they occupied is reflected. After all, for humans! The existence of this overhaul line is equivalent to the Skrulls having helped them test it. Those equipment and materials can be used to build spaceships, which is a blessing for humans!

"Are you done?" Steve looked at Lancer with a serious look in his eyes. "How much do you know about Millennium? I think you may have the most information among all people."

"Let's talk in the car..." Lanser was silent for a while, and finally motioned Steve to get in his car, so that they could have a good talk.

"Wow...he went up! Hey! Why didn't they go up?" Deadpool on the side held his face with an expression that Steve was no longer clean.

"..." John Wick took a puff of his cigarette, then glanced at the scene in front of him, his eyes somewhat tangled, "I think we can start to worry about ourselves."

"Because there will be more and more troubles in the future, right?" Bob, who was holding his M110, had a much simpler look in his eyes. "But it seems that we are the ones who have least to worry about trouble, right?"

"...Yeah." John Wick looked back at Bob and nodded.

"How is it?" Not long after, the three people who were chatting saw 79 open the car door, and Steve got out of the car. John Wick greeted him and saw Steve's unpleasant expression, so he asked with concern.

"Knowing something I don't want to know..." Steve's face was almost expressionless, his mind recalling what Lancer had just said to him.

"I don't even need to ask you what you want to know." Lancer shook his head with a wry smile. "What do I know? Yes, it's just as you thought. They are the original World War II cargo who have survived from World War II to the present, just like you." Lancer leaned back in his seat without lighting a cigarette. This guy didn't like the smell of cigarettes in his car, so he didn't smoke at this moment.

"They are part of a cryptic unit. Yes, the kind of cryptic unit you imagine." Lancer looked at Steve and shrugged. "I believe you have seen these bastards in World War II. They are no better than Hydra."

"Hmm..." Steve remembered a lot. After all, these things were things of the past sixty or seventy years ago for others, but for him, this incident happened just a few months ago, not much longer than the killing of vampires in the church in New York. So when Lancer mentioned this matter, Steve confirmed it very straightforwardly.

"This is one of them. Their main focus is... mythology." Lancer shrugged. "And they are not the unlucky ones who went to find the World Axis and were killed by a group of wizards. They set their 'scientific research' project on vampires. Yes, those bastards you and I beat up in New York."

Steve's pupils dilated slightly, and he looked at Lancer with a horrified look, "Now it seems that they...they succeeded?! Oh my God!"

"No, to be precise, it's still... half-baked, but it's good enough for military use." Lanser smiled and shook his head, "The three main characteristics of vampires: almost unlimited lifespan, but often need to sleep; extremely high physical fitness, in terms of agility and strength, humans are almost unmatched,

But they need to suck the blood of living people; and the last thing is... their unique blood magic."