Marvel Space and Time Administration Growth Log

"Yeah, it's just random, whatever." Lanser didn't take it to heart at all and just said it. Then he was called away by the agent because he had to arrange for someone to pick up the freighter.

"Hmm..." SOPII pondered for a moment, clapped her hands, and in order not to embarrass the commander, she now had only two options. One was to delete the two folders and pretend nothing happened! Anyway, the system had no other external interfaces, so the Decepticons didn't care.

The other one... SOPII chuckled and started compiling papers and calculating various data on the spot...

When others found out, QBZ naturally laughed collectively, and SOPII started to show off again. The AR team looked at the crowd in silence, saying, "You said you want to have fun, so why are you so serious? Just for the wrist design, you have already iterated 7 generations based on various models to simulate usage scenarios?"

Then AR15 took a look and went to find Chkalov, who was remotely calling up data and trying to get in touch with the other side of the port, to see if she could point out some errors. After taking a few glances, Chkalov asked AR15 to tell SOPII that there were some scraps of data from the original April Fool's Day design in her file area, and she could use them.

These scrap data mainly include the human tolerance in many aspects, as well as some solutions that the port area has thought of.

Of course, some of these solutions are quite extreme...

It's like the Royal Family's solution to the April Fools' Day overload G-force problem.

, directly anchor the cockpit in time and space. After entering the cockpit, the driver's body will automatically go back in time and space. Yes! No matter how much G-force you have, or how much damage you have caused to the driver, I can go back directly to the time when nothing happened!

Then this plan was shot down by Chkalov. What a joke! I want you to solve the damage caused to the commander, not to play such evil ways! In the end, no injuries when you came out = no damage received, right? What the hell is sustainable damage! What about you lingering the commander? !

Then SOPII copied the homework and modified a bunch of model data, and then submitted the paper. For the humanoids with the support of quantum computers, this kind of trivial matter of brushing data is a piece of cake. This is one of the reasons why Chkalov doted on SOPII. The girl is too capable, completely different from a certain profiteer who just wants to slack off all day long.

So when Lancer met with the Knights, the various shareholders, both large and small, who had just obtained the login port of Anaheim's internal system, had just logged into Anaheim's official internal system using their respective permissions, and soon, various technicians were called over.

Soon, everyone was in a state of confusion.

"What the hell!?"

"Wait... this seems interesting!"

"it's wired!"

"What nonsense! Take another look!"

"Criticize! Criticize harshly! But the data seems to be correct."

"Is this Cybertron's technology? How terrifying!"

"It's horrible! What the hell is it good for! F*ck... This crappy technology has been iterated, and it has been iterated to 11 versions... Where did this idiot come from? Is he too rich to spend money?"

"There are 13 pieces of information here?! Holy shit..."

"Notify the relevant departments... prepare to work overtime."

2-115 The Bone Scraper Cutting at Shareholders

Of course, Lancer himself certainly didn't know how research institutes around the world drove Lancer crazy, and how SOPII followed suit and came up with a bunch of well-reasoned "pseudo-technologies" as the technical blueprints given by the Decepticons, and then some people developed them and came up with a batch of... well, at least somewhat interesting technologies.

But Lancer was done with his madness, but after SOPII found out that they were downloading these documents in large quantities, they laughed so hard that they twisted their chairs, and then suddenly they found out that AR15 suddenly intervened in the system they wrote, and forcibly classified all the documents, and then...

The various forces that had been happily searching for files suddenly discovered that these files could not be downloaded. After refreshing the webpage, a group of people were stunned for a moment and then started cursing!

"You have not enabled the internal document reading qualification, it is recommended to purchase a package."

The lowest level 1 full domain file package is 8 yuan! The fully decrypted version has 9 zeros, and the first number is .

Knife!

In short, whether it is AR15 or various research institutions, they want to kill each other in various senses!

Bah! Such a huge demand for money! Agencies everywhere are starting to go crazy.

Bah! How dare you not pay me just now! What's wrong! My SOPII edited it, you have to pay if you want to read it! AR15 tilted his head and looked at the complaints flying all over the internal communication platform, sneered, you can read it if you want, I won't force you. And this is the profit for the company, you are shareholders, you can't just ignore it.

According to Chkalov, although they are scraps, the technology inside is real. Moreover, because they are used to forge armor for Lancer to use in front-line combat, they are not weak at all in terms of technology, and each company has brought out its unique skills.

Just like the time travel mentioned above, it's not that the technology is not good, but Chkalov thinks that this will make Lancer feel the damage, even if this damage will not exist in the future, this is not okay! It's not that the technology is not good, it's that it will hurt the commander! The solution is wrong, the better the answer given, the more outrageous the mistake, how can Chkalov let you pass.

Among these highest-level technical solutions, there are many such fantastic and chaotic plans. For example, White Eagle once came up with a plan to transform Lancer's armor into a humanoid fortress hundreds of meters in size, with full shields. Although the attack method is single, it highlights a miracle of huge profits.

Well... the style of the painting suddenly changed from realistic to super! Although the final April Fool's Day is also a traitor to the realistic style.

So after learning this, AR15 said that he couldn't set a higher price. Otherwise, according to what he asked SOPII, she did throw some data in after calculating it, although it was not a ridiculous technology like time-space retracing. AR15 almost wanted to strangle this stupid girl to death!

It's not easy for Commander to support a family! Are you such a spendthrift? What if they downloaded it before?

Then AR15 took inventory. Because SOPII had fabricated too many documents, only a small part of the 13 documents were downloaded for viewing. Most of the documents were concentrated in the front part. The documents with higher technical depth had not been downloaded much, so AR15 gave up the idea of ​​criticizing SOPII.

"AR15 is so scary!" SOPII hugged Chkalov beside her with tears in her eyes, looking frightened.

"Don't pretend~ Lancer is not here, AR15 is gone too, so don't act so miserable~

"Chekalov knocked on Sopii's head, "Really, Lancer is stupid, you just tie him up, if he wants to destroy the world, you have to help him rub the nuclear bomb, right?"

"Hmm? I don't know whether I can make a nuclear bomb or not, but if Lancer really decides to destroy the world, I believe that your port area must have many crazy ways to fulfill Lancer's wish." SOPII blinked his eyes and showed an honest and slightly flattering smile on his face.

"Oh~ You see it clearly! If Lancer really makes this decision, the Red Axis will really start from where it is... Tsk, it seems that there are too many Red Axis elements here..." Chkalov touched his chin.

Although the Northern Union, Donghuang and Crimson are at odds with each other, and even Donghuang's daily verbal fights with the girls from Sakura Empire turn into physical fights, you can see that Binjiang cares the most about Tiancheng. Of course, all of this is hidden from Lan Se. The girls even had so much free time that they built a special "competition" venue on an isolated island 200 nautical miles away from the port area of ​​the bureau.

So when Lancer and the Knights of the Knights went to pick up the goods, Anaheim's first quarter profit had reached 22 billion, a steal!

A bunch of shareholders looked at this damn revenue, and they only had one thought: Damn the knife! The first cut of this broken company's boning knife was towards the shareholders! This share is in vain! However, when they entered the system to continue downloading the previous document after paying, it was stuck again, and then everyone twitched their mouths. No way, it's happening again? It can't be that the price has increased, damn it! I should have just opened the largest package...

What they saw made them take a deep breath and their blood pressure soared...

AR15 made a good news on the company's homepage, stating that the company's net profit in the fourth quarter of 2009 exceeded 90% of the world's top companies.

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"Do you want to tell the Commander about Anaheim's profit?" Brother Sixteen smiled bitterly and covered his head. AR15, you don't look like a sinister person! You are just a little stubborn. How can you be so good at outputting Wuchang like this...

"I don't think it's necessary." M4 sighed, feeling more and more that it was difficult for her to be the captain. She used to think that others liked to stir up trouble, but at least you, AR15, are reliable. Well, you are really reliable. Ever since Lancer made her an accountant in charge of all income and expenditure, this girl has been going crazy. Anaheim is not the commander's, is it appropriate for you to do this?

"No need to say, no need to say." RO635 said with a smile, "Lance will be very happy when he first hears about it, and then he will soon realize something..."

"This money is not his." M4, Brother Sixteen, and RO635 said in unison. The three of them looked at each other and chuckled secretly. Yes, AR15 made a lot of money, but even if Lancer distributed the dividends immediately, he would only get 1%, which is 2285 million and a little. The huge gap between 22 billion and 2 million is really a joke that can make people speechless.

But if you tell AR15 about this, she will tell you very seriously that 2 million can cover all their expenses! And even make a small profit, don’t you agree?! If you don’t agree, go rob a bank and get 2000 million back! It will tire you out!

While QBZ next door was trying to show off in front of the Commander, Springfield, though from the same country as them, was not on their team, and was always trying to tie the Commander to his belt. At this time, AR15 was able to give their AR Captain face, so of course they had to support him, so they were so happy over there.

"Sister, what are you doing?" While M4 and the others were giggling, 97 on the other side found that her sister seemed to be standing there in a daze. Was she tired from the fierce offensive yesterday? Impossible, as long as they had energy and the commander's love, they could fight forever. There was no way they could be tired. Impossible.

"Help SOPII." 95 said with a twinkling look in her eyes. Isn't it just brushing up on a paper? Although she doesn't have a high technical talent like SOPII like program mutation, some things that only require calculations and can be iterated, can she 95 also do it...

"Why do you do this?!" 97 looked at his sister with blinking eyes, totally unable to guess why his sister would do this.

"Because Lancer is the rotating chairman, and all the regulations are being drafted. And you can see that these countries are simply giving money. They are not short of these funds, but for us, especially for what the commander wants to do, it is very necessary."

"Are you talking about buying an island in an uninhabited part of the Pacific Ocean?" 97 shook his head. Someone from New York was going to move into their neighborhood soon, and it was obviously not appropriate to keep too many secrets there. As for Kherson...

Lancer had given up recently. According to 95's report, after Megatron showed his intention to establish a presence here, the quick ones had already sneaked in, while the slow ones were still trying to make friends. In short... this damn den of thieves cannot be kept! It will soon be treated like Brussels.

But we still have to take what we can, otherwise it would be a waste of time. Then Lanser planned to build two small islands for himself, and then dig out a huge underground space, and then fight with Tyrant.

There is only one tiger on each side, and by then everyone will help each other, and even the place will be considered promising, so the biggest problem now is the last problem that stands in the way, money!

Lancer convinced his wives with the words, "The villa is by the sea, and we are the only ones on the entire beach." When everyone heard this online, coupled with Lancer's smile that was a mixture of excitement and guilt, all the girls defined this as their common dream.

The ship girls are especially concerned! The reason why Chkalov wanted to find a way to contact the port is because there is a practical need and he can't take it easy.

The harbor, the harbor in this world, has finally been settled!

2-116 God has mercy on the world? Pah!

"May the glory of the Lord shine upon you." A group of strong men shook hands with Lancer. They were very grateful for Lancer's sufficient preparations. Weapons, equipment, medicine, ammunition, clothing and even hidden safe houses were all ready. Now it was time for them to kill evil for the Lord.

"You're welcome. The war may not last too long. I'll wait for you to return home in glory!" Lanser said with a smile. He tapped his chest with his left hand to greet this group of strong men who were generally a head taller than him. "Return victorious!"

The sturdy man was stunned for a moment, then quickly put on a smile, and then tapped his chest with the same etiquette, "Return victorious!" After saying this, the group of knights sent by the Holy See boarded the plane. Lancer called a helicopter for them. Yes, Dizziness will take them on a trip.

"The place they are going to is the Skrull controlled area. Are they sure they can force their way in with just such a small number of people?" Doom looked at Lancer with a hint of sincerity in his eyes. He really wanted to help these guys. After all, Latveria was a small country. If it weren't for his robot army, the country's control over the local areas, especially the marginal areas, would be appalling.

Therefore, some disturbances caused by dark creatures had occurred in his territory, and at that time, it was not S.H.I.E.L.D. or any other cross-regional organization that reached out, but the Holy See, which seemed to be somewhat outdated and ignored in modern society.

When Doom arrived, the Vatican had already cleaned up the underground creatures and was preparing to evacuate. Doom chatted with them for a few words and asked about the villagers' reactions. Wow, these guys actually claimed that they were commissioned by Doom to clear out the evil creatures. They were helping him win the hearts of the people, although Doom didn't think it was necessary.

However, Dum was very grateful to them and agreed to let them build churches in Latveria to spread their faith, but strictly forbade them to interfere with his rule. The Holy See was not very interested in a small country like Latveria, and after building a few small churches, it fell silent.

"It should be possible. If you really want to help, make a few hot melt spray guns. I'll take them to the Vatican and say they were donated by you. How about that?" Lancer glanced at Doom. This guy actually cares about the Vatican? How strange. You can't say that he had an affair with a nun in the Vatican... um... The script is too far-fetched, so don't imagine it.

But...does Susan know?

"Sure, it's not difficult. I can provide them with a continuous supply. Do you want to try the divine weapons? When you have made one, give me one. I am very interested in the operating mechanism of divine weapons." Doom glanced at Lancer. The divine weapons that this guy made by accident have now begun to appear in the world in small batches. Although the number is small, the killing effect on dark creatures has already attracted the attention of the entire underworld.

"You know, I have a guess." Lancer looked at Doom in front of him.

"Tell me." Doom thought that many of Lancer's ideas were very interesting, except for the outrageous parts.

"Maybe this thing has nothing to do with God." Lanser took a deep breath. "This is the attachment of human will. The mental power of ordinary people is very low, so weak that it can almost be regarded as non-existent."

"..." Doom frowned. He was a very powerful mage himself, and his attainments in this field were almost as good as his achievements in science and technology. Naturally, he immediately made his own judgment on Lancer's idea...

"And we all know one thing, the gods..." Lanser looked at Doom on the side, with a smile on his face like a devil spitting venom, "are stingy and greedy. They never give out anything, so there is no such thing as bestowing divine weapons. Then, where did those things come from? Or... who forged them in the name of the gods?!"

"..." Doom's face under the mask was covered with a smile. To be honest, he had never thought that Lancer would say such a long list of treasonous remarks to him, but he felt very happy. Yes, it was such treasonous remarks that represented that Lancer had thrown away all the rules and regulations made up by ignorant people and was a person who truly had a deep understanding of the world. Such a person and attitude was very much to his liking! "Are you trying to say...the creation of these divine weapons has basically nothing to do with the church?"

"Almost. The simplest reason is that I don't believe in God at all." Lanser shook his head with a smile on his face. "You can't say that God has so many believers but chooses someone like me who doesn't take him seriously all day long." After saying that, Lanser turned around

After they left, Doom stood there, thinking.

"Are you trying to say... we don't need them?" After a while, he noticed that Lancer went back to his group of wives, hugging the girl named Springfield and seemed to be talking to her. Then, a bunch of girls were talking to him with smiles on their faces. Doom was silent. This dog food was stuffed into his mouth handful by handful. Doom couldn't help but complain, "You really don't need any gods!"

"23 billion... AR15, you did a great job. We can't let these guys order me around all day. It's time to make them bleed!" Lanser smiled and approved of AR15's actions. He even reached out to rub her head. AR15 lowered her head and blushed slightly.

Don't look at the group of researchers from various countries jumping up and down on the Anaheim internal forum, AR15 looked cold and ruthless at them, scolding them when they should be scolded, banning them when they should be banned, warning them when they should be warned, and canceling their accounts when they should be cancelled. But in Lanser's case, she was a little shy and cold, except when Lanser teased her about her pair of aces in bed.

"By the way, Lancer, do you want to stop them? If you don't, in a few months, they will most likely conduct theoretical verification based on the data from SOPII. Then... it will be fun." Chkalov said with a smile, although most of the solutions analyzed by SOPII looked relatively scientific like the White Eagle family's solutions.

And in order to meet all the rules and regulations for MS that Lancer had mentioned before, SOPII was leaning towards that direction in all her newly compiled documents, deduction data, and some of the robot limb designs that were enlarged from the new Soviet military humanoid designs.

So what kind of theoretical verification is this that Chkalov is talking about? To be honest, what kind of theoretical verification is this?

"Let alone anything else, these damn people are just practicing the true scriptures in reverse. If they can come up with something else, I will definitely bless them... They are so lucky and have not gone astray." Lancer said with a smile. Just after he finished talking to Doom, the agent informed Lancer of Anaheim's profits. It's just that Lancer didn't care about this situation more than they did.

Of course, Lancer had to ask, how did Anaheim make money? It couldn't be that the shareholders had a change of heart and started to invest more, right? The agent naturally told the truth, and what Lancer heard here made him a little nervous.

Good man, I was just saying it casually, SOPII, you want to push Wuchang to build Gundam, right? Anyway, there are some real technologies in it, and if they spend money on research, at least they can make their money back if they complete these technologies. Lanser, who thinks so, probably can't imagine what kind of things humans will come up with in the future.

"Beep..." A car stopped in front of Lancer. Will Underwood stuck his head out from the driver's seat and said, "Mr. Valentine!"

"Oh... you call that bastard Tony Stark your godfather, but you call me Mr. Valentine?" Lancer looked at the young man in front of him. Hmm, he seemed to be one or two years older than him? ! But for some reason, Lancer seemed to have put himself on the same level as his father.

"Oh... spare me, please stop teasing me." Will glanced at his best friend who was laughing wildly on the other side of him, "Lance, I blocked the knife for you, you can't do this."

"Do you like it?" Lancer's mouth curled up. He knew that Will had asked Stark to change the startup password, and then Stark told him with a smile that the password was already bound to the basic source code, otherwise why would Lancer give it to him.

"I like you...but if I have to say this every time, I think it's only a matter of time before my father kicks me out of the house." Will shrugged. After getting to know Lancer, he felt that Lancer was easy to talk to. After they had gathered together privately a few times, they basically became familiar with each other, so he didn't care so much about what he said.

"Then don't think too much. It seems that you are planning to move forward with Steve and the others. Mitchell, come to my place later. I have a set of Pushdown heavy armor for you, so that you won't be the one who suffers the most when you go out with those monsters."

"This is a great help. I'm sure that the unlucky guy you mentioned is most likely what's going to happen to me." The protagonist in a sense smiled at Lancer. "By the way, Will told me that Mr. Lancer has Aurora for sale. Can you sell us a few? After all, I don't have the self-healing ability like Mr. Wilson."

"Okay, just bring your credit card. And you, Will, don't think you're invincible just because you're wearing the Iron Man suit. Your suit is a high-mobility style, without such thick armor plates! Do you understand?"

"I see! So I just followed them." Will nodded with a smile.

"Okay! Let's go and sit with me."

2-117 It's time to end

"Mr. Lancer, please hold on! I'm taking off!" Sitting in the dizzy body, Lancer was driven to the seat next to the pilot, while his girls sat neatly in the seats in the cabin, looking very skilled. On the contrary, a group of ship girls were observing everywhere with curiosity.

"This is really interesting..." Lanser narrowed his eyes, thinking of something, and took out a

Cigarettes, the ship girls around him were already confused, hadn't they smoked before boarding the plane, why did they smoke again? ! Lancer lit up for himself, took a deep puff, then crossed his legs in a very unpresentable manner, with his left hand on his ankle, holding a cigarette in his right hand, resting it on his knees, and spitting out an eyeball.

"Huh..." All the humanoid girls subconsciously sat up straight. The ship girls looked left and right, feeling somewhat surprised.

Fei Ma looked at Lan Se with gentle eyes and found this expression very charming.

Tiancheng's eyes flickered. The faint smell of gunpowder emanating from Lan Se made her feel so charming. She took a few deep breaths and squinted her glasses. Ah, yes, it was this kind of man who could make them obsessed.

Binjiang sniffed and thought, well, her man is quite attractive!

Chkalov touched the wine jug at hand and pressed it. Looking at the reactions of Lancer and the girls, Chkalov still found it very interesting.

"The difficulty of this mission is very low. We only need one assault to resolve the battle." Lanser raised the corners of his mouth, with a somewhat arrogant look on his face, and said this in a very relaxed manner.

"Tsk..." Brother Sixteen curled his lips subconsciously. Again? What the hell, just a charge will do! ? Every time he said that, he almost emptied all the magazines! After barely completing the mission, he ran for his life in a panic! After returning to the base, their broken helicopter basically couldn't escape and needed to weld the door!

But what Brother Sixteen didn't notice was that a smile had already appeared on the corner of her mouth, and she even felt a little eager to try.

"Commander!" SOPII raised his hand quickly, and the QBZ team on the opposite side all smiled. Here they come! The honest man who tells the truth is here!

"Fu, go ahead..." Lanser rolled his eyes and spoke quickly.

"Aren't we going to carry out a decapitation operation this time? Normally, our attack window is very short, and the other side is defending..." SOPII said a lot of things with her little mouth, which made Lanser roll his eyes. It was really the same as in his memory. SOPII deserved a spanking again.