Marvel Space and Time Administration Growth Log

On the surface, after taking down Hongliman, the Skrulls were already cut off from the north and south, and their fate was basically over. Even with the few remaining, it would be difficult for them to become powerful. However, the United States and Russia, which were advancing at full speed at this time, obviously did not think of this reason.

Of course, the HV22 Osprey sent by the Third Fleet originally planned to take Lancer back directly, but Lancer himself refused. After all, for him, there was really not much difference between the so-called front line and the rear.

"Yes!" Since Lancer agreed, several special forces transported by the HV22 Osprey immediately sent the message to the Ukrainian NATO Command via satellite communication.

"Megatron! Thank you for winning this battle for humanity, and it will soon become a war." Lancer looked at a group of special forces soldiers from various countries who were shooting at the sky with their guns, shook his head with a wry smile, turned around and thanked Megatron who was drinking an energy bar not far behind him.

"No, humans have great courage... Not every race has the courage to charge at an enemy that is a hundred times more powerful than themselves." Megatron seemed to be in a good mood because they had won a glorious victory for the Decepticons after two days of fighting, and he was satisfied with the elite human soldiers in front of him.

Lan Se hesitated for a moment, thought about it again and again, and finally decided...well, he would not humiliate Sun Shiwan.

"What a pity! After 48 hours of continuous fighting, these elite soldiers have basically exhausted their physical strength." Lanser shook his head. "After all, we can't compare with you. As long as we replenish our energy, you can continue to advance."

"Yes, this is our advantage. Many races similar to yours collapsed under similar circumstances because their soldiers could not bear the continuous fighting with us. According to your time, 48 hours, the human's support capacity is still at an above-average level." Megatron gave a simple evaluation and glanced at Lancer, but this did not include Lancer's subordinates.

Because Lancer can provide supplies at any time, they are not physically lacking. Even on the battlefield, the hot dogs provided are something that other special forces would covet. However, they can only silently curse the seemingly endless amount of green-shelled rice dumplings in their hands (because they are too lazy to distribute them, there is a pile of them in a corner on the first floor of the headquarters, and they need to take them themselves).

Even the soldiers in Delta found that the taste would be much better after slightly charring one side. As for how these nobles found out, it was said that a bastard was so bored that he used C4 to roast it. According to his sophistry, he really didn't want to eat it and wanted to die with it...

But at this time, Chuntian took out the smoked sausage and fried it on a steel plate. By the way, the steel plate was used to thank the friendly donation of the T72 wreckage and Binjiang for plucking a piece of it back. Then it was sandwiched with bread that had a shelf life of 18 months, but after cutting it, it was simply toasted on the steel plate with the oil used to fry the sausage, and the taste was much better. It was sandwiched with some onions that were easy to carry and not easy to spoil, and chopped and sautéed.

Regardless of where the soldiers were from, they no longer cared about the beauty of Lancer's wives, and stared at this simple street snack! They were almost going crazy with greed. Especially when Lancer's crew also started to eat, the morale of these special forces soldiers was directly evaluated. These grandsons even licked their fingers after eating!

At that time, a soldier with a signal flag was playing with the dagger in his hand and glaring at their fingers with a vicious look. Delta on the side looked at him, sighed, handed over a bag of roasted green-shell rice dumplings, pushed him, and told him to wake up and stop dreaming. You can't beat Marco alone.

Signal Flag was silent for a while, took his dinner with a sad face, and then shared his cigarette with the American soldier. Perhaps these two soldiers were the first friends between the United States and Russia...

"By the way, how about letting them turn on all the publicity machines? After all, our victory this time was pretty good and worth bragging about." Lancer said to Megatron with a smile on his face.

"Good idea, let them hear it, destroy their morale, make them panic, and let them die!" Megatron naturally heard it in an instant.

Understanding Lancer's meaning, his mechanical arm opened and closed excitedly, and he glanced at a group of Decepticon soldiers who had swallowed up the energy blocks. A few idiots were arguing about who had more battle records today. It was estimated that they would fast forward to the fight soon.

Digger was talking to Lancer's girls. They would probably be busy soon. Although Dusk and his team, who had just been named the Peregrine Squad due to their good performance and bravery, had been driven to patrol the sky by the veteran Red Spider, the Fear Squad and the other two squads went to pursue. Only a few unlucky guys who were slightly injured were resting there after drinking the additional energy blocks for the injured.

The tank convoy was on alert and confirming something with the human soldiers on the ground. The whirlwind and the noise turned into T80U and MI24 Hind helicopters, which seemed to be searching for the remaining Skrulls in the city. The explosion just took off, carrying the spoils and the injured unfortunate people to Crimea. The fraud was talking to the human soldiers with an unhappy look on his face. The mother of the phil glared at him and honestly took the wounded to the US military's own evacuation point.

In simple terms, the current Hongliman is actually supported by a group of Decepticons. If the Decepticons abandon them... Maybe this group of special forces will not be defeated, but they will inevitably pay a certain price. However, after that, the eyes of these special forces will probably look at Fei Ma and others as if they were looking at gods.

"Commander, I have good news for you." Chuntian came over and threw an energy block of a strange color to Megatron. "Mr. Megatron, following my husband's suggestion, I poured some whiskey into it. Can you help me try the flavor?"

"?" Megatron caught the small piece of energy. He knew that Lancer had specially asked Soundwave to try it out. But he poured it into his mouth without thinking too much. Then he was stunned. After hesitating for a while, he said, "I have to admit that you humans have some strange ideas. It tastes very strange, but I... don't hate it. No, it's good."

"Thank you for your compliment." Chuntian nodded, "I'll prepare more next time."

"So what's the news?" Lanser looked at the scene in front of him with amusement. Isn't this what he and his wives talked about? The Griffin Five often do such rubbish, mixing all kinds of strange things into energy blocks. Springfield, you are doing it now? Oh, by the way, there are six behind.

"Commander, I just noticed the surveillance camera in the store. A large group of people came! And they seem to be from the same place as Fei Ma and the others."

"Huh? Them?! And Fei Ma?" Lancer was stunned. After thinking for a few seconds, he opened his mouth to say goodbye to Megatron and then go find Chkalov.

"It's Bismarck, Enterprise, Akagi, Elizabeth, and Richelieu who are here." Chkalov stopped Lancer who was about to say something, "They didn't stay and returned to the base because they have other things to do."

"So the two-way channel is now stable? Lanser said doubtfully, then can we send some things over here?" Lanser's eyes lit up.

"No, it only lasted for more than an hour, and we have to wait for them to send us a message to know the subsequent situation, so don't be happy too soon." Chkalov was somewhat excited and poured cold water on Lancer.

"Okay." Lancer raised an eyebrow.

"But there is good news." Chkalov leaned close to Lancer's ear and said with a wicked smile.

"What." Lanser shook his head. What else could he say since he had already gone back? But when he thought about the people who came, they definitely couldn't stay. How could there be any good news?

"Your little bed-warming maid is here!"

"what!?"

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"bell……"

"Hello, Springfield Cafe, how can I help you?" A gentle, slightly playful, and somewhat serious voice came from the phone.

"Befa?" Lanser smacked his lips. This strange yet familiar feeling, he had experienced it several times before, so he was more or less used to it. Knowing that his new wife had returned, Lanser quickly called her back, but he didn't expect the other party to answer the phone immediately.

"Hi~ Dog Xiujinsama." Belfast obviously softened and jumped up a bit after hearing Lancer's voice. "Is there anything I can tell you, Belfast?"

"I'm sorry for not coming back to see you the first time, but I'm watching you now!" Lancer looked at the panel in front of him. Chuntian turned on the camera to let Lancer appreciate the figure of his maid.

"Hmm?" Befa turned her head slightly, looked at the camera, smiled, and then raised her skirt to the camera, "Welcome back, Master!"

"Well... change into something suitable. Did you bring the one I bought for you last time?" Lanser smacked his lips. "I'll trouble you to look after the coffee shop for the time being. I may..."

"The master bought a lot of clothes for Befa. I wonder which set it is?" The malicious maid had begun to tease her master secretly as usual.

"Ahem..." Lanser looked at Chuntian, who was already smiling, and scratched her nose. What's the meaning of your evil smile? I'll buy you a few sets when I get home, both for tearing and not for tearing! Anyway, after this wave, I will become a top rich man anyway.

It’s a first-class one, no shortage of money!

"Okay! But don't flirt with other women while you are talking to Befa, Master." Looking at the camera shaking left and right, Befa smiled. He was a very interesting opponent who actually knew how to use this method to tell him.

"Huh?" Lancer immediately understood what was going on, pinched Chuntian's cheek, and continued, "Okay, then wear the clothes you like to wear when grilling pizza. I think I will be back soon." Lancer was somewhat speechless when he said this.

Wu Chang didn't want Lancer to have any accidents. The Decepticons were powerful, but Lancer and his subordinates were just ordinary humans, and their bodies didn't have strong resistance to injuries. So the Anaheim board didn't want their executive director to spend too much time on the front line, and used some means to put pressure on the corporate alliance, so that they also found Lancer and persuaded him to go back first.

After all, although the battle with the Skrulls has not yet been completely over, the Skrulls have lost a large number of manpower, suffered huge losses in ammunition, fuel and equipment, and have no channels for replenishment. They are like grasshoppers in autumn and will not be able to jump in a few days.

As for the Ukrainian military, which could be considered to have armed the Skrulls, although it has not been disbanded, it has been suppressed by both NATO and Russia. Whoever moves will die. All senior officers have been arrested one by one, and all the soldiers have been kicked to the front line to participate in the battle. Then, due to lack of training and ammunition... those who understand will understand.

As for those Ukrainian warehouse rats who escaped early, this is great!

Yes, for the intelligence organizations of various countries, these are hundreds of fat sheep running around outside without knowing it. After being caught, they will be squeezed dry of all the oil and shot to death, and even the effort of money laundering will be saved. No one will avenge them, no one will be sad for their death, on the contrary, their death will become the credit for the promotion of these agents.

Just like what Norman Osborn said, it would be a blessing for all the traitors to die in the stinking ditch. After all, being able to die simply is indeed a kind of happiness, isn't it?

After all, for most institutions, how much hidden funds they can dig out is related to everyone's future bonuses, so how can they not pay attention to it? !

"Okay! I didn't expect that the master has done so many things here! Belfast is also very happy~ It's a pity that Belfast can't witness it together." Belfast listened to Lancer telling him about what happened recently and said with a smile on his face.

"Oh, right." Lanser leaned back, and a pair of cold little hands naturally pressed on his head, pressing gently, "Is there any vacant position in the maid group?"

"No!" Belfast said firmly, and then he chuckled at the sudden silence on the other end of the phone. "But if it is the master's request, we are also willing to have someone share the burden, but not too many! And if she is not an excellent maid, I will be angry!"

"Don't worry, the agent is a great maid. If you are careless, you might lose your position as head maid." Lanser teased Belfa and moved his head. In addition to making himself lean more comfortably, he also took the opportunity to look at the agent's expression.

The agent had a smile on her face, with no special expression, but there was a slight indescribable feeling in her eyes, as if she was a little dissatisfied with herself for having lost the position of head maid inexplicably.

"Haha... I like challenges, Master!" Befa in the video nodded to Lancer. She was in charge of the entire royal maid group. Someone wanted to take her position as the head maid? Ha, would Befa be afraid? "Then we'll wait for everyone to come back! Master, Befa will be ready."

"Okay!" Lanser nodded, "Then we'll see each other later!" Lanser put down the phone and took a deep breath, "You're the only one with so many tricks!" He hugged Chuntian and kissed him hard until Chuntian started to struggle. "Let's go, let's pack our things and prepare to evacuate."

"In fact, the things have been packed. Frederick has sorted out all the master's equipment. Chkalov used the signal flag and Delta to pack the 'important package' and prepare to send it directly back to New York by Explosion. According to Explosion himself, if it flies at full speed, it will only take a few dozen minutes. When he comes back, he can blow up another Persian Kru." The agent reported the general situation.

"That's great... I was thinking about transport planes before, but now we can use space shuttles to transport things. We just have to make the explosion a little more low-key. Although their battle footage is everywhere on the Internet, most people will still be shocked when they see it up close." Lancer felt like covering his face. The maximum flight speed obtained by the explosion was 25000 miles per hour, which is about 4 kilometers per hour... It was really global express delivery, and the mission was accomplished.

"Springfield, please post an online message for me to thank everyone for their cooperation during this period. I will move to the rear and continue to support everyone's battle. I wish you all good luck." Lancer shook his head. He didn't say who it was, but Springfield naturally knew who needed to be informed.

"Then hand over all the locations where the weapons and ammunition were hidden before to Perseus. The treasures that this old guy gave us ended up being used by himself! It really is true that what is destined to happen will eventually happen!" Lancer curled his lips. He had been busy for a long time, but in the end he had to return them to this old guy.

"Tell him to offer the sacrifice as soon as possible."

The meaning of Lancer's words does not need much explanation. After all, one of Lancer's methods of escaping is to kill a bunch of Hydra from other factions and then pretend that the Ukrainian branch of Hydra has already sent this fact. After all, faking death to escape is like a snake shedding its skin. Although it is old-fashioned, it works.

Anyway, the Ukrainian branch itself is an organization that suddenly appeared. After being almost actively involved in such a large-scale war, sudden death is a normal result. It is consistent with everyone's perception of this inexplicably fierce Hydra organization. If they die in battle, everyone who knows what they have done will respect them, and even feel that Hydra is not worthy of them.

But obviously, the old guy had no intention of leaving so soon. After receiving the notice from Lancer, he expressed his attitude very straightforwardly. His performance was not over yet. Then he gave Lancer several accounts. These were the support he had recently extorted from Hydra, and he would use them to purchase those weapons and ammunition.

At the same time, the old guy did not forget to tease Lanser with a smile. He was forced to leave the stage he created because of what he created. In the end, there was no place for him at the closing ceremony.

In response to this, Lancer just said "Hey" and let it go. After all, such a large abscess was squeezed and burst in advance, and humans saved a lot of trouble and reduced the losses a lot. Besides, "It's just me who is leaving, not everyone, right?" In response to this, Perseus laughed.

"By the way, how's the contact with Coco going?" Lancer's voice suddenly rang. When Hex came before, Lancer was arguing with the shareholders of Anaheim, so he had no time to meet the woman who almost crushed Coco to death.

However, there is no point in really meeting such a crazy woman. After all, Lancer was also on the Undershaft Plan, which Lancer accepted as a treat. In order to threaten Lancer, the other party once planned to force Lancer into a desperate situation. This almost became the beginning of the rift between Lancer and the CIA.

As for this woman, as Bookman's armed force, Lancer directly suspected that she would probably make some irrational moves. If she could live into the future, she would definitely be a die-hard Trump fan, a MAGA-obsessed woman.

"It's been negotiated, and she will continue to provide security." The agent nodded, indicating that everything had been settled.

"That's good. This period of time has been really tough. It's time to have a good rest. Let's go back to the ship!" Since there is nothing to worry about, Lanser has nothing to worry about. "Let's get rid of all the blame and then go back to have a good rest."

"Yes!"

2-125 Special Recognition

"Are you here to laugh at me?" Balalaika was lying on the hospital bed with her eyes blindfolded. Her clinical adjutant told her who the footsteps just now belonged to.

"No, no, no... I can't laugh at you, no matter who you are." Lancer lit the cigarette, took a puff and put it into Balalaika's mouth, then stuffed a box of cigarettes and a lighter into her remaining hand.

"Oh! God! You must be his apostle." Balalaika was stunned for a moment, and with unexpected agility, he stuffed the thing under his pillow.

"You, this apostle, are really cheap." Lanser motioned to his girls and gave a pack of cigarettes to each soldier who was still breathing. These guys were all monsters who had escaped from the hands of the god of death. Those who deserved to die would not get to smoke this pack of cigarettes, and those who deserved to live would not die because of this pack of cigarettes. "How about it, how long will it take for you to get out of bed?"

"Hmm?" After blowing out a puff of smoke, Balalaika turned his head towards Lancer's defense line.

, being able to keep a life is the greatest luck." Balalaika seemed to have a bit of survivor's guilt, and his words no longer had the vigorous momentum he had in Roanapura, and his tone revealed a serious sense of fatigue.

"I heard that you drove the large power armor prepared by Ivan and chased the Skrulls until all the energy of the power armor was exhausted. Then you were counterattacked by the enemy and almost had your power armor stripped off and was beaten to death." Let me see, who are these four unlucky guys?

"Here!" A Russian man who also had only one arm left, holding a cigarette in his mouth, greeted Lancer with a smile.

"Our power armor hasn't been stripped off." Another man, who looked to be of Mongolian descent, was quite tall and strong, and he retorted to Lanser in a huff.

"But he was definitely pinned to the ground and beaten. Without the energy, it's just like a prison uniform." A very strong-looking woman on the other side said. She also had a broken arm...

"Is this the arm that holds the Gatling gun?" Lancer frowned as he looked at the situation. Among the four people, only one person's arm was intact, and basically all four of them had injuries on their faces, with bandages above the nose. It was obvious that the injury was not light, but very serious.

"Yes, it's really good stuff!" Balalaika opened his mouth with a ferocious smile, "Don't blame that guy named Ivan, his work is a masterpiece! We killed at least 300 Skrulls, destroyed countless vehicles and armored vehicles, and broke at least two of their charges. And that power armor saved our lives. It's enough, more than enough."

"Yes! We killed those bastards!" Several men in power armor shouted loudly.

"It seems that you think that exchanging three neighboring houses for all this is worth it! Then let me tell you something more worthwhile." Lanser looked at them with narrowed eyes, and an inexplicable aura rose from him, and everyone fell silent.

After all, this was not the first time that Lancer's wives had felt this kind of aura, so they did not speak at this moment, but just silently watched their men. Lancer stood up, took a briefcase from the agent, and took out a document from it.

"Confirmed by all countries in the world, the last Soviet military operation, in Odessa, ended this month. The Soviet army fought alone against the Skrull invasion army that invaded Odessa, and the performance was amazing. A large number of soldiers fought until the last moment, never retreating a step, and bought precious time for Atlas's counterattack. On behalf of all mankind, I wish all the great warriors who participated in the war and salute you! United Nations Security Council, September 2009, 9."

After reading the first one, Lancer took the second document from the agent. "Award all Soviet commanders and fighters who participated in the battle the Medal of Honor for the Battle of Odessa. Captain Balalaika is promoted to Lieutenant Colonel. All soldiers are promoted one level. Those who died in the battle are promoted two decades later. Effective immediately. United Nations Joint Command, August 2009, 8."

"Out of respect for the heroes, the Corporate Alliance will establish the Odessa Battle Fund. All veterans who participated in the battle will receive a special allowance of $3000 per month until they die in battle, depending on their rank, and paid out twice a year. Those who died in battle will receive a one-time compensation of $50."

"You fought for this." Balerika's voice trembled slightly. She crushed the cigarette, as if she wanted to have another one, but after thinking about it, she gave up.

"Captain Balalaika, please accept the medal first." Lancer said with a smile.

"You send it?" Balalaika hesitated and asked a somewhat rude question.

"In front of you is the temporary commander of the U.S. Third Fleet (although the command has been handed over, the title is still there), the acting commander of the United Nations Forward Joint Special Operations Command (for the purpose of coordination, the special forces of various countries in Hongliman temporarily formed such a thing, and in Hongliman, no one's rank can be higher than Lancer, and both the United States and Russia have to give Lancer face, so he is an agent), Rear Admiral Lancer S. Valentine." Lancer looked at Balalaika, who couldn't see but had an expression of disbelief on his face, "Ask the guys around you, I'm wearing a navy dress now."

"Yes, Captain." Before Balalaika could speak, the adjutant next to her said, "I actually thought he was pretending. Could it be real?" It was obvious that he felt a little bit unbelievable. After all, Balalaika and the others were lying in the hospital now and had no access to information from the top.

The documents Lanser brought out were also official congratulatory documents signed by the United Nations and the United Nations Front Command.

"Just hearing your identity shows that you are definitely a big shot." Balalaika tried his best to sit up, "Thank you for the award, Your Excellency Major General."

"Congratulations, Lieutenant Colonel Balalaika." Lancer placed a brand new Soviet military uniform in Balalaika's hand, and then hung a heavy medal on her hospital gown. "Your medal does not contain gold or silver, but it is made from the armor plates of Skrull armored vehicles and tanks destroyed on the battlefield. I hope you will remember the honor." After saying that, Lancer saluted Balalaika.

"I'll keep it in mind." Balalaika nodded. "Thank you. Our dream has finally come true." She knew very well

Even if Lancer didn't ask for these treatments, it was because this large-scale plan basically belonged to the Lancer plan and was instigated by him. Now it has come to fruition. Human beings have achieved very terrifying results in this largest ground war since World War II, and this plan can be said to have made a great contribution.

And these old people from the old times have become cannon fodder, so naturally there is no reason for them to help them realize their dreams. But all this... after Lanser intervened, things were completely different! Honor, wealth, and dignity were all given to them.

Yes, all given!

"I can only help here. Fortunately, I still have a little face and credit." Lanser smiled bitterly and shook his head. There are many people who risk their lives, but they may not be valued. These people are the real warriors. "It shouldn't be only those who survive who are rewarded."

"You are so soft-hearted, how can you do a good job as an arms dealer?" Balalaika leaned against the back of the bed, "Any other good news? For example, we need to transfer to the rear or something like that. After all, here in Odessa... there are still Skrulls infiltrating every few days."

"Don't we have jammers?" Lancer asked with some confusion, and then quickly realized a lot. Jammers can only interfere with the Skrulls' innate abilities, but even humans themselves have developed camouflage masks that are so lifelike. If you say that having jammers can 100% block the Skrulls' infiltration, that's wishful thinking. You underestimate these infiltration masters.

There are many civilizations in this universe that have developed similar technologies, but in the end, did they stop the Skrulls? No...

"Because of the fighting, the local power station, which was previously a focus of the exchange of fire, has been destroyed. Many power transmission facilities have also been destroyed, and the power supply is intermittent." Balalaika also said such bad news, "This is enough to be fatal. The unlucky people in Atlas have paid a lot of lives to guard against them." Balalaika spread her hands. She could understand, but who would not shake her head at such a result.

"Do I need to give you some weapons for self-defense? Although I don't think they will come towards you." Lanser thought about it. Balalaika and the others have basically lost their combat effectiveness now. Let alone controlling the battle situation, it will be a bit difficult for them to take care of themselves in the future.

"Everything is there, except cigarettes and alcohol." Balalaika took out a revolver from under the pillow and gestured to Lancer, who glanced at it and nodded.

"Then I'll take my leave. I have somewhere else to go next. If everything goes well..." Lancer put on his hat, saluted Balalaika, and turned around to leave.

"Everything goes well? Then I wish you all the best!" Balalaika smiled freely and carefreely. There were also a few voices in the ward, but they were definitely sincere blessings. The group of veterans did not ask what would happen if Lancer went well. They had already realized part of their own dreams, although even though this time was very short...