Marvel Space and Time Administration Growth Log

"No!" Lanser leaned on him and bared his teeth and claws.

SOPII pinched his face and picked it up, rubbing it. He felt his blood pressure rising when he thought of this batch of things used to hold the warehouse. The key is that this batch of things cannot be thrown away casually, otherwise something bad may happen. After all, if it falls into the hands of knowledgeable people, a No. 5 battery can wake it up from its slumber and make people experience the pleasure of exploding.

"Hmm..." SOPII puffed up her face in dissatisfaction, resisting Lancer's rubbing, but it soon turned into a headbutt attack on Lancer, knocking Lancer into Fei Ma's arms. Fei Ma hugged Lancer with a happy face, and then gave SOPII a slap on the head. SOPII held her head and rolled left and right on the narrow seat.

"We're home now. It's no good to keep making a fuss in the car." Chuntian looked back and smiled helplessly, then opened the car door and walked out. He looked at the sign of his coffee shop and the situation of the store with a satisfied expression, "It seems that the lazy guys in my store are all on time for work today."

"Morning, Sister Chuntian. I have already baked the cake for today." Peter yawned and said hello to Chuntian. "I'm going to school."

"Go ahead, you've worked hard! Here, this is your special salary. Buy some delicious food on the way! And bring a bouquet of flowers to your girlfriend. It looks like I don't have time to get you a small cake today." Chuntian took out three $20 bills from the cash register on the counter. It was a bonus for Peter. Overtime pay would be calculated separately.

It seemed that Peter Parker slept in the store these past two nights and did not go back to his Aunt May. However, yesterday was a special case and it was only after Peter Parker insisted that Lancer and the others agreed. After all, opening this coffee shop was Chuntian's interest, and even if she was not there, the few girls she hired could run the business steadily.

"Enjoy your school life." Lancer and Peter Parker also greeted him.

"Okay, boss! Oh, by the way, I want to take a day off next Wednesday. We have an observation class in our school, so..." Peter Parker said a little embarrassedly.

"Go ahead and check out some great places." Lanser agreed with a smile and made a comment.

"Stark Industries, maybe I can meet Mr. Stark, and maybe I can ask him for an autograph." Peter Parker said with shining eyes. For someone like him who is interested in scientific research, Tony Stark, who is at the forefront of technology, is simply an idol among idols.

"Well... I suddenly feel that there is no hope for you." Lancer changed his expression to a very serious one, looking at Peter who was confused in front of him.

"Uh, why do you say that, Mr. Lancer? Stark has met him once before, and he seems to be easy to talk to." Lancer's words made little Peter scratch his head, not understanding why Lancer said that.

"What does Stark say...Peter, if you were a girl, I think you would be able to get more than just his autograph, really!" Lancer said sincerely.

"...Boss! I refuse!" Peter, who had been bullied by Lancer more than once, immediately made a gesture of refusal.

1-33 Fei Ma's Aura Suppression

"Where's the commander? I just saw Mrs. Fei coming downstairs." Chuntian was holding a small cake and a cup of coffee, and it seemed that he wanted to bring them to Lancer, because after coming back, Lancer went straight into his office, and the sound of the keyboard could be heard non-stop. M4, Lancer's secretary, was also in there with Lancer. The two of them had AR15 bring them lunch and had a simple meal.

"Mother Fei is a little angry. She thinks Lancer is being a little too hasty. His life is already very good, and there's no need to rush to catch up with the progress." RO635 glanced at Chuntian. It seemed that because business was good in the evening, Chuntian didn't pay attention to the communication in their humanoid communication space. So RO635 whispered some additional information to Chuntian.

"Um... Is the commander still alive?" Chuntian blinked, with a confused expression on his face. Is Frederick the Great angry? Frederick can destroy their entire AR team and her who was inexplicably reinforced with just a little finger. Chuntian, "Or do we need to call an ambulance?"

"How could Mother Fei bear to touch the commander? You might as well worry about our captain instead of the commander." M16 put his hands on his waist and had a funny expression on his face. Mother Fei doted on her commander without any blind spots, so even if she was a little angry, she would not do anything to Lancer. The unlucky one could only be M4, who acted as a secretary but failed to take good care of Lancer.

Chuntian silently searched for the messages sent by M4. The last one was three minutes ago. Hmm... it seems like he still has a breath left?

"Mrs. Haruta...if it's convenient, please arrange dinner for the commander. The things we need to do here are almost finished." M4 obviously noticed Haruta's actions and immediately arranged some tasks.

"I prepared some snacks. Do you want anything to eat? Please ask the commander for me." Chuntian just finished asking, and then her face twitched. She realized how Lancer would answer her.

"Beef burgers, cola, muffins or hash browns are all fine." M4's answer came as expected. When it came to eating, Lancer was worthy of being Griffin's commander. His eating habits were to fill his stomach quickly.

In simple terms, it is junk food, which is moderately delicious and can quickly replenish the calories needed by the body.

Then this action is basically like dancing on Fei Ma's resentment bar. Apart from anything else, what's so delicious about junk food.jpg.

Steak! Beer! Bread! Sausage! Pork elbow! Sauerkraut! This is the standard of diet that the commander of the battleship Frederick the Great can accept! As for Coke, a fat otaku's happy water, it is junk food for the lower class! How could it appear within the sight of Frederick the Great!

"Is it too late for me to call for Mother Fei now?" Chuntian covered his head. If he did what the commander asked, it would be okay if Mother Fei didn't know. But if Mother Fei knew...uploading the cloud map might not be able to protect his safety, and they didn't have any spare bodies here.

Thinking of this, Chuntian sighed deeply, but thinking that this was what Lancer wanted to eat, forget it, who let everyone, the one who spoiled the commander, could be ranked first! Just avoid Fei Ma's sight.

Thinking of this, Haruta began to walk towards the kitchen of the cafe. The food the commander wanted to eat was not very troublesome. Basically, it was ready-made and not difficult to make. Haruta took out the beef patties and the seasonings needed to make pancakes from the freezer and started working in the kitchen. Anyway, even if Peter hadn't come to the cafe yet, several girls from nearby blocks who were paid daily wages and tips were busy in the store, so she didn't have to worry.

"Poke it... um~ it's almost done, the ingredients for the potato cakes are ready! Just fry them..." Mrs. Haruta did not spend much effort to finish cooking what she had in her hands, and she was almost done with Lancer's very simple dinner.

"Ding~" Suddenly, a service bell rang behind Chuntian.

"Uh!" Chuntian's back suddenly froze. As a sniper rifle, he didn't even notice the person behind him! Chuntian looked back, and then turned back with a tangled expression on his face. Yes, Fei's mother sneaked up behind her, which gave Chuntian a very tangled experience. This experience is like when you are secretly eating supper without your mother's knowledge, and you turn around and find that your mother is looking at you with a smile on her face, of course, she may be holding a rolling pin in her hand.

It feels very different for a human figure...

"Bring it here, I'll eat it, and he won't say anything to you. Then prepare a decent meal for the commander." Fei's mother said with a smile that could not be refused. Obviously, Fei's mother knew very well how her commander would tell her beloved coffee shop manager about the dinner after she came out of the room. The guy who had no patience at all liked to do such embarrassing things.

"Sir Frederick the Great, this is the commander's meal. If you want to eat it, I can prepare another one for you." Chuntian looked back at the battleship, and showed an attitude of defending the commander's dinner without giving up.

"Well~ look at that one over there." Fei Ma slightly turned sideways, supported her head with her left hand, and gestured to a round fat man not far from the door who was walking slowly past the door with a cup of American super-large happy water in his hand. Yes, the American "large cup" of happy water that weighs 2000 ml and two kilograms per cup.

"..." Chuntian looked out the window and saw a fat guy happily drinking happy water, and his fat body was swaying with his steps, walking past him. Chuntian's face instantly became very ugly.

"A normal male, without intense exercise, consumes 2400 to 3200 calories a day. The 2-liter super-large cup in his hand is equivalent to more than 800 calories. One cup is equivalent to one-third to one-quarter of the calories a man needs in a day, and your meal..." Frederick the Great smiled as he looked at Springfield who was trying hard to protect Lancer's stupid meal, "So?"

"..." Haruta took a deep breath and looked back at the meal behind him. "The commander's daily exercise intensity is still very high. If he eats more, maybe... maybe... maybe..." Her eyes kept looking at the fat guy passing by the coffee shop outside the window. Her beloved commander would become like this!? Haruta couldn't accept it!

"Yes, indeed. So is his exercise really enough? 6000 calories! So... give me the meal!" Frederick the Great looked at Springfield in front of him and spoke word by word. Although she did not take any action, her aura had completely suppressed the hesitant Springfield. "After all, you don't want Lancer to become a fat otaku, do you?"

"…This is not because of your request." Chuntian sniffed and felt extremely depressed. Indeed, she knew very well that the meal Lancer requested was not a healthy diet. Excessive calories did have various possible effects on Lancer's health.

"Thank you for the treat!" Fei Ma looked at the hamburger, side dishes and a large cup of Coke that Chuntian reluctantly placed in front of her. "By the way, give the commander a piece of bread and steak, oh, and some pickles, he likes these too."

"Okay, don't worry, I will take good care of Lancer." Chuntian shrugged. He was actually scared by Fei's mother. Well, fortunately no one else knew about it.

"Hmm~ It's worthy of being served to Lanser!" Fei's mother picked up the plate and

He started to cut the burger in front of him happily with his knife and fork, and then put a piece into his mouth. "The seasoning is great! It's really good that the hamburger meat can be cooked to this level!"

"Hmph..." Chuntian opened the refrigerator door with dissatisfaction as he started to prepare the dishes again. Fei's mother's finishing blow was really too hurtful.

"I was wondering where my dinner went. Turns out you intercepted it." After Lansher finished his work, he waited and waited but his dinner was still not served. He had no choice but to come up to see what happened. As a result, he saw Fei Ma showing off his dinner, with her sweet little mouth full of his hamburger.

"Hehe! Commander~" Fei Ma smiled and leaned close to Lanser's ear, whispering, "I caught you being naughty~"

"..." Springfield tactical retreat, Fei Ma really knows how to do it! Two more times, the commander is afraid that he will not be able to eat, just hug Fei Ma upstairs and eat her first! I am so angry, they are all people who spoil the commander, how can Fei Ma be so good!

But at this time, Lancer looked up at Haruta and blinked, "I'm hungry!"

"Hmph!" Chuntian rolled his eyes at Lancer and said, "Scumbag commander!" Then he pointed at Lancer and turned away. There was nothing he could do. The commander was hungry, and he couldn't just stand there and watch. But for some reason, Chuntian, who was teased, went to help Lancer prepare meals even though he called him a scumbag. He still felt a little warm inside.

"Anyway, it's not appropriate to eat my meal without saying anything." Lanser said with a smile.

"Is this your meal? There's nothing written on it!" Fei's mother tilted her head slightly, revealing a playful smile on her perfect face, "And even if it's yours, can't I eat it?"

"Too……"

1-34 Legendary Veteran and Legendary Comedian

"Burp..." Lanser burped loudly. Although it was the dish ordered by Fei's mother, Lanser felt something was wrong for some reason. However, seeing that Fei's mother was eating very happily, it seemed that this had nothing to do with Springfield's cooking skills. The Germans themselves had already approved of it. But the pork elbow with pickled cabbage... Lanser tasted a strong flavor of traditional Northeastern cuisine. If the main dish was not bread instead of steamed buns, Lanser would really wonder if he had come to the wrong place.

"What's wrong? Doesn't it taste good?" Chuntian leaned on the bar, looking at Lancer and others in front of him with a smile. There were not many people in the coffee shop now, so Chuntian asked his girls to go home early and then watched the bar alone. However, he just asked SOPII to bring two large stacks of the cheapest coffee to the other side. It seemed that Maxwell planned to work overnight to catch up with the progress. He couldn't let the boss's ship leave without any maintenance.

As night fell, business in the coffee shop began to slowly slow down. This small coffee shop in Springfield was not located on a busy commercial street, so there weren't many people around.

Unfortunately, all decent people in the United States know that when night falls, they should stay at home and avoid going out, because many fatal things may happen. Therefore, it can be said that there are very few people walking on the road. Even if there are, they are basically in a hurry. Therefore, only Lancer's girls are with him in the store.

"No, it tastes great. I've never been to Germany, but I feel like this tastes so familiar." Lanser shrugged, not knowing what to say.

"Hmph!" Chuntian rolled her eyes at Lan Se charmingly.

"Puha..." SOPII on the side touched her belly and made a very indecent sound, "I'm so full! Mommy, is the hamburger delicious?" Then she looked at Mommy who was wiping her fingers very elegantly, as if she was a little envious that Mommy could eat the commander's Springfield special love dinner.

"It must taste very good." Fei's mother leaned her head and poured herself some beer. There was no smug look on her face, as if the fact that she had overwhelmed Chuntian before was not worth mentioning at all. She even raised her glass to Chuntian, "Thank you, Chuntian."

"You're welcome." Chuntian had a glass of wine that he mixed in front of him, and his eyes were a little tired. Today, he was actually frightened by Fei Ma with a fat otaku, which made Chuntian have great doubts about his own mental cloud map. His firm execution of the commander's request was actually shaken! This must be because he liked the commander too much! Chuntian covered her face, but that fat commander, she...she really couldn't stand it!

"Have all the girls gone home?" Lancer took a deep breath, glanced at Springfield, and then looked at the M1903 rifle hung on the wall behind him.

"They have all gone back!" Chuntian nodded and opened a drawer at hand. In addition to some change, there were rows of bullets. The yellow .30-06 rifle bullets were in it. Chuntian glanced at these little cuties with a smile on his face, and the expression on his face became happy.

"Hey! I wonder if we can give handsome Deadpool a cup of your vodka coffee now!" Two figures stumbled into the Springfield coffee shop. One of them should be Deadpool who just won the first prize of the Continental Hotel. The other

What...

"Are you sure you two guys, who have been beaten to the point of being turned into sieves, can still drink honestly?" Lancer took a look and found that they were indeed old acquaintances, the legendary veteran in the assassin world, the retired John Wick, and the legendary comedian in the mercenary world, Deadpool, whose real body is in the suit (Deadpool: What did you say!).

"Here!" Springfield placed two glasses of whiskey on the table and slid them over. There was no need to worry about Deadpool, as it would not be so easy for him to die. On the contrary, the guy next to him who was obviously pale seemed to have some problems.

"Oh, thank you!" Deadpool helped John to a chair and pocketed the $20 Lancer placed in front of him. "Hey, can you raise the price a little next time?"

"Click!" Lancer took out his 57 pistol from his waist, loaded it, and placed it on the table. His attitude was very obvious.

"Okay..." Deadpool didn't say much. Although it was somewhat against his original principles to say nothing, the attitude of Boss Lancer was already very clear. The $20 was a tip for him to shut up. If he dared to raise the price, he would have to use another method to keep him quiet for a while.

"John, what's wrong? Why are you so embarrassed?" Lancer asked softly after seeing the pale John's face become noticeably rosier after he drank a glass of whiskey.

"Well... this unlucky guy had a little conflict with the Russian gang." Before John could say anything, Deadpool, who was really a little bit impatient, said quickly, "When I got there, there were already corpses all over the floor."

"Fuck it." John Wick said unhappily, "I just want to live a quiet life."

"Really?" Lancer motioned to Springfield to refill John Wick's glass.

"Thank you!" John Wick thanked Springfield and drank it all in one gulp again. "But I heard from Winston that you almost massacred the entire New York Hotel again?"

"It was almost like that. When I went out, I was indeed prepared to do so, but the people above gave me enough benefits to make me stop." Lanser shook his head. He did not work for the CIA, but as long as you are in the United States and make a living in the arms business, you cannot escape the fact that you have to deal with the CIA. Those bastards are very annoying.

However, if the environment is special, and because the girls of Lancer have the conditions to absolutely close off the surrounding communications, Lancer has also greeted the CIA and its dogs warmly (here Scarecrow exited the communication with a curse), but this time they really gave too much.

"By the way, if possible, you'd better keep some distance from the hotel. It's basically confirmed now that they at least have a cooperative relationship with the CIA. You should know the CIA's style." Lancer smiled and shook the wine glass in his hand towards John Wick.

"Oh~ um... I didn't expect... This is really an interesting development. I like hotels, but I don't like the CIA. If possible... Oh, okay, I won't say anything." Deadpool seemed to want to say something, but after seeing Lancer staring at him with dead fish eyes, he immediately told him to shut up.

"Who cares about these bastards..." John Wick, breathing heavily, drank the whiskey in front of him again, but this time Springfield did not fill his glass.

Chuntian placed two pieces of cake and some sandwiches in front of him. "Are you sure you don't need to bandage it first? The guy next to you can't die anyway."

"No, not for now..." John Wick gasped, coughed twice, grabbed the sandwich and started stuffing it into his mouth, "Thank you very much." He knew very well that the Russians should have started chasing him everywhere, but the moment Deadpool took him directly into the street, the car that the Russians were chasing them in suddenly stopped. It was obvious that they would have to pay some price to come in.

"No need to thank us." Lancer looked at John Wick's expression of holding back his anger, feeling a little amused, but still signaled AR15 to take down the medicine box. "Listen, man, I owe Deadpool a big favor, so it's no big deal for me to protect you today."

To be precise, it was not Lancer who owed this favor, but John and his friends. During a battle, several mutants suddenly appeared on the enemy side. If it weren't for Deadpool who broke into the battlefield to earn the hunting bonus and dealt with them, John and his friends would most likely have been killed by these guys.

"..." Deadpool didn't say anything. He proudly gave John Wick two thumbs up with both hands. He was a respectable and upper-class man.

"Hey..." John Wick shook his head helplessly and smiled bitterly. He felt extremely... ashamed that he was saved by Deadpool!

"..." Deadpool narrowed his glasses and pointed at John Wick. It was obvious that he was very dissatisfied with John Wick's reaction.

"Regarding the relationship you mentioned with the CIA... I've heard a little bit about it. They have been cooperating with each other for a long time." John Wick glanced at Lancer, "I don't know the details, but I'm retired now..." He tilted his head and shook his head with some sarcasm and sadness.

"John, you're kidding me. This isn't a job where you can just decide to go to a company and fire your boss when you don't want to do it anymore." Lanser shook his head. "If I make a living, I might even be able to move to another country and enjoy the rest of my life.

"I can only say good luck to you. I guess this is just the beginning."

"..." Lancer's words made John Wick feel a little defensive. He didn't have much to say. After all, this incident happened so suddenly that he felt very helpless besides being angry. But he was just one person after all.

"Do you need me to arrange a room for you?" Lanser tilted his head and looked at the Russian. "By the way, if you don't mind where to retire, I can take you away from this troubled place."

"...Thank you, but I have some accounts to settle." John Wick rejected Lancer's idea without hesitation. He wanted to solve his own problems.

"It's a good habit to settle accounts." Lancer looked at Deadpool on the side, "Then it looks like I can repay Deadpool's favor." Deadpool made the same pose as Lancer, but he nodded quickly.

"Oh?"

"Come with me."

1-35 Satisfy customers

"Open the door..." Lancer nodded to SOPII who was jumping beside him. After asking Springfield to inject John Wick with a painkiller containing trace amounts of stimulants, Lancer simply took him to a small warehouse behind his shipyard and motioned SOPII to go up and unlock it.

"Okay~" SOPII went up and took out an ID card, swiped the card to open the door. In fact, opening the door and swiping the card have nothing to do with each other. A long time ago, Lancer asked the girls to transform the door of his warehouse into an induction door opening system similar to that of luxury cars. As long as the data link recognition set by his girls can pass, you can enter even if you are not a human.

"Shh~ Wow!" Looking at the huge warehouse filled with crates and a few hard goods thrown on top of the crates, Deadpool blew a loud whistle, "Are you planning to start a world war? Oh, I forgot. Sorry, you are the one who is shuffling around the munitions for the world war."

"So Deadpool, I'll give you wholesale prices and you can move whatever you want yourself." Lancer said something that made Deadpool very happy. Deadpool rushed over and was about to give Lancer a kiss to show his passion, but then he was kicked to the other end of the warehouse by SOPII next to him with a roundhouse kick.

"I'm hurt! Damn it! I broke several bones! How could you treat your friend like this!" Deadpool complained loudly.

"Fold in half!" Lanser shouted in the direction of the voice.

"I love you so much! Daddy!" Deadpool at the loudest volume!

"..." Lancer and John Wick looked at each other, and both shrugged helplessly.

Although there were many brutal-looking weapons such as revolvers, light machine guns, and even rockets and missiles placed in other areas, John Wick walked to the area where the pistols were placed without saying a word. To him, this was the equipment he needed. No matter how good-looking the other equipment was, in fact, they were not very useful to him.

"All of my products here are factory-produced goods. We don't offer customization for the time being." Lancer leaned on a box beside him, and said with a smile on his face. Because only Americans have a special .45-inch complex, 9mm caliber weapons are often considered not powerful enough by these Americans! However, in terms of global sales, 9mm pistols are the absolute majority.

"Springfield Arms Company..." He quickly pulled the slide and checked the condition of the gun. Then John Wick observed the LOGO on the Gun God and glanced at Lancer. He was a little surprised. He didn't expect to see this factory product here.

"Anyone who knows what's good knows what to choose when fighting. Although Kimber's 1911 is very good, Springfield's is not worse, and it's cheaper, and its design is more practical. I believe you will like it. After all, everyone likes rails, right?" Lancer said with a smile. The M1911s from the factory here are all elite models, so there is a short rail under the slide to hang some small gadgets such as flashlights.

Of course, this Springfield Arms Company has nothing to do with the famous Springfield Armory in the United States of America. This Springfield Arms Company is also a well-known "copycat factory" in the United States. After the Springfield Armory closed down, a Texas boss renamed his original weapons company Springfield. Yes, he has such a business acumen.

Then he began to produce most of the firearms originally produced by Springfield Armory and sell them to the outside world. He was a company with a large output, government orders, and a good reputation among the public. Of course, the classic old gun M1911, which is loved by the American people, police, and military, is also within his copycat category.

However, I have to say that, in the United States, the most illegal guns on the market are not the products of these regular companies, but the counterfeit goods from small workshops in small corners of small countries, such as the products of family workshops in the mountains of Myanmar. These hand-rubbed M1911s can be sold for thousands of dollars in the underground black market in the United States. When Lancer just came back yesterday, before Lancer docked, he had cleared out hundreds of them.

Yes, this guy sends illegal M1911s to the United States, selling M1911s produced in American factories... There are always some brand new M1911s in the cabin of this guy. Gangs like illegal guns, but mercenaries in war-torn areas prefer this kind of branded guns when possible and funds allow.

As a self-proclaimed excellent transporter, it is Lancer's job to meet the needs of both parties.

"A very good gun. Do you have any recommended configuration?" John Wick looked at the young man in front of him. The girls behind him stood in corners after entering the warehouse, obviously ready to control people who were not in their right minds at any time. The one who threatened him the most was the coffee shop owner who was leaning on an old bolt-action rifle on a high place. Her cold eyes staring at his head made him very uncomfortable.

"If you want to talk about it, there really is one." Lancer turned to SOPII and began to report the configuration. "SOP, 4-inch compact government elite type. I remember there are two with enhanced springs, laser pointers, and 10-round magazines. Go get it and let him try it. Which one is more useful? Do you want a silencer?"