Marvel Space and Time Administration Growth Log

However, the commander of the Skrulls followed the humans when they retreated to the ground, and deployed thousands of people in multiple locations, including elite troops equipped with energy weapons, in an attempt to launch a counterattack. If possible, it would be even better to create a central explosion!

Then, when this group of people and the Atlas soldiers were struggling around some ground entrances and exits, the diggers who came back with charred clothes, grinned and manually opened the three 2-meter-diameter pipes of the water pump, pouring huge amounts of river water into the underground at a terrifying speed.

After crushing an artillery position and tearing apart a dozen tanks and more armored vehicles, their anger had somewhat subsided. But it was obviously very refreshing to be able to open the sluice gates with their own hands at this time.

Listening to the roar of the water in the pipe, several Decepticons laughed ferociously. They could already imagine the desperate and helpless screams of the Skrull cubs who were rushing to the human-controlled area and were washed to pieces by the water! This is great! Isn't it!

"Hmm?" Lancer tilted his head slightly, and ten rings shone. A series of bullets hit his shield, but there was not even a ripple. Then a cloud of dust rose from the defense line where the bullets came from. Fei Ma looked in the direction of the shooting at Lancer with a gloomy face, and then glanced at Lancer. It was obvious that Fei Ma's murderous intent could no longer be stopped. Lancer shrugged, indicating that Fei Ma could fight back. Anyway, the mechanical creation could just be pushed onto the Decepticon and that would be the end of it.

The next moment, two mechanical dragons rushed out of the void towards a building more than a hundred meters away. After a while of tearing, the Atlas soldiers' faces turned pale, and they completed the demolition of the building in just over a minute.

Of course, their huge size and fierce movements also attracted the attention of the Skrulls, who immediately mobilized several tanks and armored vehicles to attack the mechanical dragon.

And then... and then it was noticed

Chkalov operated his SB2C and took action first. Three 2000LB bombs evenly hit the convoy. When the explosion sounded, there was no need to describe the tragic situation of these tanks and armored vehicles. All the glass windows on the buildings next to them were shattered at this moment. The last armored vehicle was not blown into pieces by the bomb, but after turning two and a half weeks in the sky, it fell heavily to the ground, turning half of the Skrulls into minced meat.

"QBZ, you guys failed in your duty." M4 pressed the headset and said dissatisfiedly. Today, their AR team was responsible for close protection of Lancer, while QBZ was responsible for the outer defense.

"They blew up the tunnel on the bottom floor and told the commander to come out of that area immediately. The enemy is likely to launch a full-coverage attack on the reservoir."

"Let's see who dares." Chkalov stroked his hair with a smile. Not far from her, a huge metal scorpion opened its pincers, and more light points burst out from its pincers. Want to bombard his commander? ! If there are still cars on the road in ten minutes, you win!

"Hey..." Tiancheng looked at Fei Ma who looked dissatisfied on the left, and then looked at Chkalov whose face was covered with frost on the right, and walked to Lancer's side. "The commander's brilliant move was very successful. I have heard many teams reporting that the guys hiding in the tunnels have all rushed out! Everyone can sleep well tonight."

"You always say things I like to hear." Lan Se tapped his strategist's head. Tian Cheng made a very shy expression. Bin Jiang on the side rolled her eyes secretly. She was carrying the Thousand Machine Umbrella and was ready to help Lan Se block the shells just like Tian Cheng.

"SOPII!" Lanser shook his head. He didn't plan to drag it out for too long. After all, it was not the same trivial matter as before. It would be meaningless to drag it out for too long.

"Hey! Here!" SOPII popped his head out from a nearby truck and waved to Lancer. There were two oil stains on his face, which made him look a bit like he was wearing tactical camouflage.

"Wipe your face..." Lanser gestured, "Then he said to Binjiang next to him, "Release all the self-destruct drones to clear the way for the Atlas people. Have the Diggers had enough rest?"

"Please give the order, Lord Lancer." The bulldozer crushed a container of energy blocks, wiped the corners of his mouth simply, and swallowed two energy blocks. The diggers were in a very good mood and wanted to continue to make a big fuss to prove their strength. How could the new tank team be as powerful as their Hercules!

"You form a team of Hercules and Hun Tian Bao and attack from two directions. While the rats are coming out of their burrows, wipe them out completely! What do you think? Do you want to do it?" Lan Se clenched his fist and gestured to the Digging Tiger. Although his tone was a bit negotiating, he was giving orders.

"Hercules! He loves to destroy!" The six Transformers of the Diggers combined into Hercules without saying a word, took out their guns and started shooting towards the outside of the city again.

"Destroy them before nightfall!"

2-109 Transactions

"Hahaha..." Irons was holding his notebook and laughing so hard that he could hardly speak. He shook his fist fiercely, turned around and said to his sister-in-law Claire, "I'm going to put this photo at the intersection of Fifth Avenue! It's perfect, hahahaha... this little bastard is a genius!" At 4 o'clock in the evening, unlike Lancer who was somewhat leisurely on the front line, Irons, who was almost forced to invest all his belongings, knew very well that this was a gamble!

If he loses the bet, Irons will not only lose everything, but also face the pursuit of losses by the Democratic Party bosses who are now his supporters. The best outcome may be to commit suicide after a complete indulgence. There is no need to expect that his brother, a political animal, will have the slightest chance of helping him. He will only push himself off the rails.

"What are you laughing at? It's not you who conquered Kherson!" Frank Underwood, who couldn't bear to see his brother laughing so wantonly, stared at the bastard in front of him who ate his food, lived in his house, and played double act with his wife to slander him all day long!

But now, Frank Underwood also had to admit one thing, his brother had not only reaped a huge profit in this gamble! The entire European world would be very concerned about Atlas, who held most of the military production capacity of Stark Industries in his left hand and a powerful military force in his right hand. He was actually the ruler of part of Colombia. There were even rumors that the election of the president of Colombia this time had already been decided by Atlas. Such a group suddenly took shape in just a few years.

Oh, they also have a good relationship with the group of Cybertronians who claim to be here to hunt down the Skrulls, and their technologies are slowly spreading through a company called Anaheim, which is under the umbrella of Atlas (theoretically, the Five Constant Virtues had some shame and didn't say directly that they had ended up like that, but the blame was put on Atlas, which had a very good relationship with Megatron before).

Moreover, in the short term, the countries of the world cannot touch him. Ains has a golden body to protect him! Look at the flags flying over the city of Kherson. The highest one is the American flag, and a little lower on its side is the Atlas flag! Who is it that has recovered the first large city occupied by alien races for mankind! Who is it!

“Actually, you don’t have to worry at all.

"Claire smiled and patted Irons, who looked almost exactly like her husband. She never thought that she would make a mistake between the two brothers. Just kidding, one of them would feel so uncomfortable wearing a suit and tie that he would not be satisfied until he tried it twice; the other one would curse at people if his tie was tied crookedly when he went out.

In short, in Claire's eyes, these two brothers who would call each other old bastards really don't look alike at all. Oh, except for greed and cruelty.

"Yes, the New York Times, Washington Post, CNN, FOX and all kinds of media will rush to your position like they are smelling the fragrance of honey, so get out of my house now, I don't want to be annoyed to death! Surrounded by such long and short sieges, people who don't know will think I'm in a scandal!" Frank Underwood looked at his brother who was flattering his wife, and he had an urge to give him a blow.

"Claire, you should divorce this bastard right away. He is not worthy of you! Look at him, how cold-blooded and heartless he is." Irons began to slander his brother without any hesitation. Then, before his brother exploded, he stood up and said, "Yes, he is cold-blooded and heartless! I just won a great victory for mankind! Now you want to kick me out! You are so cruel!"

"Asshole! If you have the guts, just get Lancer out of here!" Frank turned around and cursed at his arrogant brother.

"I'll ask him to continue attacking." Irons and his sister-in-law hugged happily. For Irons at this moment, no matter how much he invested, now he has reached the time to reap the rewards. How can he not feel excited and happy! Especially when he looked at his brother's stinky face, oh, it's a pity that Irons was very sure that if he took out his mobile phone to take a picture of his brother's stinky face, his brother would definitely fight with him. He had to take a few pictures before leaving.

"Let's go find a good hotel and have a barbecue dinner!" Irons walked out the door and waved to his guys with a very heroic look!

"Leaving?" Frank pulled his collar and turned to look at his wife. Claire took a bottle of vodka and two glasses, placed them on the table, poured them elegantly, then took a sip herself.

"Vodka?" Frank didn't notice it. He drank it in one gulp and then suddenly realized it. He looked up at his wife in front of him with a speechless expression. What are you doing? "Are you unhappy because Irons left?"

"No...it's just to cheer you up, and by the way, try the wine that Lancer bought for you. How about it, isn't it particularly...refreshing?" Claire said with a bit of double entendre, and it was obvious that her words made Frank a little embarrassed.

"Humph, Irons is not out of control. He just refuses to simply assign Atlas to Anaheim." Frank shrugged. "This situation was within the expected range from the beginning. It can even be said that it is not surprising at all."

"Yes, but he also refused to persuade the Robotics group to invest." Claire leaned against the back of the sofa. "Frank, you proposed these conditions after he had invested all his bets in Kherson and was almost doomed. He should not have had any chance to refuse."

"Yeah, but he was lucky, he won too quickly..." Frank leaned on the sofa. Although he was his younger brother, Frank felt that if he hadn't helped him, this bastard would have to wait for death in the hotel in Columbia! It was he who persuaded Lancer, that bastard, to invest again and again.

But now he succeeded, Atlas has become a behemoth that attracts worldwide attention! Kherson's victory will go down in human history! No kidding, according to the current heat of the Ukrainian battlefield, it is very likely that some Americans don't know the president's name, but they will know Atlas and Irons!

Frank thought more than Irons did. Atlas was now a castle in the air, and no one knew to what extent this company would develop. In addition, Lancer also formed a so-called corporate alliance, which directly brought many companies that were originally interested in joining Atlas there.

As a result, the large companies that Atlas is currently facing have no interest in joining Anaheim.

At this moment, Frank suddenly realized that this was a very good opportunity! Because it was impossible for the government to really set up Atlas, and then the only one who had the ability to support this plate was Atlas! If Anaheim was established with Atlas as the core... then wouldn't it be just a matter of changing a brand! ?

Then Irons refused without hesitation! Admittedly, after joining Anaheim, Atlas will indeed have a huge improvement. But! At that time, Atlas is still his own Atlasma?

"This little fox!" Frank said somewhat resentfully. After gathering information from all sides, Frank suddenly realized that Lancer had used the spaceship as bait and had set them up like puppets! (Amagi: My Lord, the tactic of killing three warriors with two peaches is well used).

"Buzz buzz buzz..." A cell phone on the table began to vibrate.

"Who's calling?" Claire didn't look back. She shook the wine glass in her hand, which was a way for couples to leave some space for each other.

"Our dear little fox!" Frank picked up the phone and looked at the caller information.

It must be said that his sense of smell is very sensitive."

"Do you want to answer it?" Claire looked at Frank, who was holding the phone somewhat hesitantly, and asked in a low voice.

"Answer it, why not! This little bastard!" Frank Underwood answered the phone. "Hey! Lancer! Congratulations! You conquered such a big city in such a short time! You are a hero now! How do you feel?"

"Your sarcastic words are really a bit uncomfortable to listen to." Lanser held the phone with a smile on his face. It was not easy to make this old fox uncomfortable. This time, his experience of personally supervising the battle on the front line really made Lanser feel heavy pressure. After all, many times, it is not easy to rely on the fighting power of wives to advance violently. The two or three thousand Ukrainians rescued by Kherson alone have already made Lanser quite a headache.

"Sarcastic?" Frank snorted coldly. "I'm just stating a fact. You have successfully made everyone work according to your arrangement. Shouldn't you open the champagne for this?" Frank said simply and bluntly. There was not even a fluctuation in his tone. His voice was magnetic and calm.

"Okay, if you insist on talking about this, I'll hang up." Lanser laughed. He called him because he had to play a very important role in the next situation, and he couldn't make any mistakes. Lanser had been good in American politics, and the only good guy was this old bastard! Otherwise, do you think Lanser really wanted to invite him? He didn't know when he would backfire.

"Ha...if you have anything to say, say it now!"

"You see, Anaheim is also in need of a president."

"I can't possibly go."

"I didn't say you, Claire."

2-110 After the Battle

"Long live the Decepticons!" Megatron stood on a pile of wreckage, raised the energy cannon in his hand high, and shouted from the bottom of his heart. A group of crazy Decepticons were holding their weapons and roaring over there. Is there nothing better than victory to make the Decepticons remember their former glory?

It’s gone, isn’t it!

So looking at the Skrulls lying dead all over the ground in front of him, Megatron roared with satisfaction, and then at this time, the Wagner soldiers, who felt the fight was unusually easy, also started roaring. For a moment, this unusually fierce aura even made the very few Skrulls who were fleeing feel a little weak.

"Prigogin." Megatron's voice appeared in the ears of Wagner's boss.

"Hey, man, what's up?" During this period of cooperation, Prigogin has learned a lot about the skills of this big guy. Utkin even sighed that if he was given a few more months, Wagner's soldiers would almost follow him. What is leadership temperament...

However, Prigogin is very satisfied with the current cooperation. Megatron leads his men to fight, and he leads his men to plunder. They each get what they need! They are busy with their own things. Isn't it just putting soldiers into a fight? It doesn't matter. Russia has many tough guys who don't want to eat jail food. It is also their honor to participate in this war for all mankind.

Then Prigogine's net worth increased by more than 20 times during this period of time. As expected, he would get a gold belt for killing people and setting fires, and there would be no corpses when he built bridges and roads. Wagner's soldiers, even those who were still training in the rear, received more than double the "war allowance."

The good relationship between Wagner and Megatron, as well as the combat cooperation between Atlas and the Decepticons, also made Moscow very satisfied. After all, Anaheim has gradually begun to obtain some Cybertron technology, and some energy-related technologies are particularly eye-catching! For a country that relies on oil for its finances, Russia is very clear about the impact that the emergence of this energy technology will have on their future!

Therefore, if they want to obtain this technology, they must at least participate in the development and application of this technology! Otherwise, if they are eliminated, their losses will be far more than what they can see now! So when the relationship between Megatron and Wagner was still good, the order from Moscow had already reached Prigogin.

"My ally, Lancer has captured Kherson." Megatron opened and closed his claws slightly, then bent down and grabbed a block of energy from a train that drove to his feet, and began to devour it. "Your warriors have exhausted their physical strength and supplies. If you want to continue the attack, you will need at least three days of rest and supplies. Don't make a foolish decision."

After Megatron finished drinking, the other Decepticons simply divided the energy blocks in the car and started drinking. These energy blocks were the focus of Wagner's protection. Megatron did not object to these humans taking a few blocks for research, but he had to ensure that the Decepticons had sufficient energy supply.

Prigogin also took this very seriously. Once a truck convoy carrying supplies was ambushed by the Skrulls. The commander successfully drove the enemy away and saved most of the supplies, but Prigogin almost killed the officer because the truck carrying the Decepticons' energy blocks was blown up. Megatron prevented this waste and simply transferred the commander to the front line of the battle, and then sent Surfboard to Crimea to airlift some supplies.

"..." Prigogin was silent after hearing what Megatron said. Megatron was right. A message from Moscow before

They wanted to capture a big city before Atlas to show Russia's combat power. But Megatron had no interest in this. War, especially street fighting, requires a lot of manpower, and although Wagner has a lot of manpower, it is not enough to support large-scale rotation on the front line.

So the pause in the offensive that will displease Moscow is about to occur. Of course, Prigogin can find some reasons and excuses for himself, such as "Shoigu! Where are my shells!" Although these may be a bit offensive, they are actually very effective excuses.

But this still could not change the fact that his soldiers had already lost the game. Although he and Megatron raised his own opinions and asked whether they should conquer Donetsk, the capital of Donetsk, as soon as possible, Megatron's attitude at the time... was a bit amused.

Megatron actually wanted to tell him that although they had more Decepticons and had better mobility when advancing, they did not have any advantage in such a tough battle. After all... Lancer had powerful firepower (two battleships, an aircraft carrier, and a light cruiser's artillery group) and more powerful siege fighters (two Combiners).

So Megatron had no intention of engaging in a city-to-city battle from the beginning. This kind of hard and tiring work had nothing to do with the Cybertron Empire Army since a long time ago. It had always been the job of their auxiliary army. Of course, this did not mean that the Cybertron Empire Army would not send out support forces.

The plan that Megatron has already implemented is to maneuver, pull, and mobilize the enemy's forces, forcing the enemy to send troops to fight various encounters with them due to threats from various directions.

then……

The results were remarkable. This was the fifth time that the Wagner Group had annihilated the enemy's brigade-level to light infantry division-level units. Tens of thousands of Skrull corpses were piled up like a mountain at the feet of the Decepticons! No mercy! The Decepticons who were maneuvering on the battlefield found a sense of refreshment that they had not felt for a long time.

"Mechanical dog~mechanical bird~go scout!" Soundwave released two mechanical bionic creatures. The Skrulls' living soldiers nearby had been squeezed to the limit by them, and now, releasing these two was to find the place where the Skrulls hid women and children. This was very ruthless and cold-blooded! But it was necessary for the racial war.

"Of course, you don't have to be so pessimistic." Megatron sneered. "The Americans' proposal is to reduce the pressure on the front battlefield as much as possible." Megatron stood there, looking at the city of Donetsk that was being bombarded in the distance. "And we have almost squeezed their manpower, so this is a good opportunity for your country to end. After all, instead of gaining the reputation of a mercenary, it is better for them to end it themselves, so that they can understand the real situation on the battlefield."

"Good idea!" Megatron's words gave Prigogin an idea to get out of this predicament. "Let them take the glory they want. For you, mercenaries never want these things, right?"

"You are right, all right, but this is not the Russian way." Prigogine's lips curled up into a smile, "Moscow does not believe in tears." He took a puff of cigarette, "But I will contact Moscow and ask if they are willing to send troops and provide me with more supplies. Recently they have even started paying for ammunition." Prigogine shook his head. Since he couldn't take it down, he might as well drag others into it. That would be good too.

"But I want to know why you think so highly of Lancer." Prigogin asked a question that he and many others were concerned about. The leaders knew what they should know. District 7 was not as secretive as they thought. The origin of the Decepticons that suddenly appeared had been figured out.

The only missing clue is why Lancer can give orders directly to the Decepticons.

The answer they will never know: My wife is strong enough!

"Hmph... Would you make a covenant with someone who approaches you with all kinds of greedy thoughts?" Megatron didn't look back, and left a very obvious answer. Yes, humans are too enthusiastic at this stage. Why? Because even the little bit of money that slipped through Megatron's fingers was enough to cause humans to fight for it!

Because of the special nature of silicon-based life forms, their civilization may be very difficult to develop, but it is also very difficult to interrupt it. They really remember it! Therefore, in the hands of the Decepticons, there is a complete set of technology chains that are several stages ahead of humans, including all aspects of people's livelihood and military.

As a Megatron who has commanded huge fleets across the starry sky and even governed the local people's livelihood, do you think he is familiar with these things? And what do you think he feels when faced with the enthusiasm of human countries?

"Then why is he different?" Prigogin gave a bitter smile. Didn't Russia behind him also make a long list of the exchange conditions they could offer and the things they wanted...

"He has his own pursuits, and so far, he hasn't asked us for anything specific." Megatron turned around and signaled his subordinates. Although it was a bit difficult for humans, who were their auxiliary army, to continue advancing,

Yes, they can continue.

After receiving Megatron's order, Dizzy and Surfboard flew out in another direction. Obviously, they were going to transport something back, and the roadblocks and the side roads had long disappeared. They had gone out to scout after the battle. If nothing unexpected happened, Starscream and Skywarp would provide air support.

"We will continue the hunt tonight. Let your men rest. I hope to resume the offensive at noon tomorrow."

"I try my best."

2-111 Rest

"Almost..." Fei's mother nodded, and the nearby Binjiang and Tiancheng immediately stopped the shelling. "Spring Field has reported that there are no survivors!"

Ever since Lancer was shot, the QBZ team had gone crazy. 95, who was originally in charge, began a mad attack without saying a word. Except for looking for Tiancheng to replenish ammunition, he retreated and then, after carrying twice the usual amount of ammunition, he plunged into the battlefield again.

The five girls created a horror story on the battlefield. Because they had the support of large battleships, whenever there were armored vehicles or suppressing fire, what was waiting for these guys was often a 5LB bomb falling from the sky, or a large-caliber artillery shell of more than 2000 mm. Of course, the self-destructing drones operated by the girls themselves also often appeared and received rave reviews!

At least Lancer has seen that when the Atlas soldiers were unable to break in, they began to tie explosives to the drones they were equipped with. I hope Irons will not curse when he sees the bill for replenishing drones when he returns.

In this way, 95 they led a group of elite Atlas teams and chased the collapsed Skrull team directly out of the city.

And as if inspired by the previous battle of Odessa, or simply because he was a commander, the Skrull officer once again tried to use the positions on the outskirts and edge of the town to block the pursuing troops.

But Odessa is Odessa, and Kherson is Kherson. Odessa does not have the direct fire support of Fei Ma and his men. Fei Ma and his men's fire support are basically outside the city, and they lack sufficient contact with the group of veterans. There is very little guidance for artillery attack, and it is even worse than their own artillery.

But it’s not like that here. When an artillery command is placed on the map, the girls will mark the enemy’s size, the required artillery caliber, and even the type of ammunition.

After all, in some cases, the killing efficiency of a 406 round may not be better than hundreds of 40mm anti-aircraft artillery shells on call. As a result, the girls pushed forward frantically, and the bombardment of various artillery never stopped. After all, the Type 95s could run past while constantly following the command system's artillery instructions. The ship girls only had to fire according to the data on their panels!

Under such efficient bombardment, the Skrulls were really in trouble. When the QBZ team was sprinting, the sound of artillery almost never stopped. Amid the dense artillery roar, pools of blood were created!

The Atlas soldiers even felt that there was rarely any need for them to follow up in combat. Most of the time, they just shot the Skrulls on the ground who were still breathing but unable to move.

"I see. The ammunition is almost exhausted." 95 looked at the remnants of the fleeing Skrulls vaguely in the distance, and after typing the last aerial bombing label on the tactical panel (Chekalov: Oh~ Our little girl must be so unwilling, let's bomb one more round.), she glanced at the team members on both sides, and she, 95, was responsible for the rear guard, and everyone slowly withdrew into the city.

After quickly handing over to the Atlas soldiers in charge of outer security, 95 and her friends found a few bicycles and started to walk back. When they passed through the city of Kherson, they could only faintly hear some gunshots. It seemed that most of the battles ended with the end of the flooding of the Seventh Army. The tunnels prepared by the Skrulls buried most of their own support forces.

"Are you back?" Lanser smiled when he heard the bicycle bell and raised his eyebrows at 95. 95 pulled his coat unhappily and said, "No matter whether you are a man or a woman, you have to lean forward when riding a bicycle."

When 95 and his friends returned to the temporary base marked on the humanoids' communication system, they discovered that it was a coffee shop that had been renovated but not opened, but had unexpectedly been preserved. 95 could not help but sigh, "Springfield is really lucky." Of course, the coffee shop is Springfield's home turf.

"You're back? You've worked hard. The results are amazing." Lancer saw a smile on 95's face and waved to his wives who were out killing people like crazy and couldn't be called back. In fact, he was not worried about ordinary light weapons shooting. With the increase of mental strength brought by meditation, Lancer could support the opening of the ten rings for longer and longer periods of time. It was no longer like before when he had a headache after opening it for a while. Using three ten rings to cover his body was a common operation. Except for some anti-material sniper rifles, he was not afraid at all.

"Sorry... Commander, we..." 95 lowered his head and said a little embarrassedly. Although there were some other reasons, the fact that they did not do a good job of peripheral security was just that they did not do a good job. 95 felt that there was no need to find any excuses.

"If you really want to apologize, you might as well sit on his lap." Brother Sixteen, who was walking by 95, slapped 95's perky butt hard, causing 95 to stagger and almost fall directly into Lanser's arms.

The key to not falling in was that the agent reached out and stopped 95,95 directly. 4 was waiting for the agent fiercely, and suddenly he felt that he understood why M hated the agent so much.

The agent glanced at 95 and sent a message to 95, "Why, Griffin's scrap metal can't even stand? It looks like it's not far from being dismantled."