Marvel Space and Time Administration Growth Log

At the same time, through the Skrull disguised as War Machine, we know that the Skrull refugees have the same attitude towards Thanos as humans. So the question is... who is the decisive and ruthless boiled egg in Avengers 1 to 4: the real one? OR... the Skrull boiled egg? )

"Huh..." A group of people sighed, as if they were unwilling, but also as if they were relieved. Yes, they all wanted to leave, but none of them wanted to. The really timid ones had already taken a sum of money and went to those poor places that definitely couldn't afford to install jammers, such as some small towns in South America. Most of those who stayed behind were struggling.

But now Talos has helped them make the choice, and they don't have to worry about it. No matter whether it is good or bad, someone has made the decision for them. Naturally, when everything is settled, all the merits and demerits will be borne by Gravik and Talos who made all the decisions. Rights and responsibilities belong to those in power.

"What are you going to do?" A Skrull who was sitting next to Talos and had not transformed into a human looked at Talos...

"Hold on. If possible, communicate with their leaders..." Talos stopped his wife and the lieutenant beside him from saying anything, and signaled them not to panic. "I'm going to make one last effort. Nick Fury was right. Ukraine... can't be stopped. What I need to consider is to protect those of us who are not stained with human blood."

Talos glanced at his tearful wife and smiled bitterly. "What Gravik did is a fait accompli. We must bear the price. If there is hope, we can pay with other things... why not? Cybertron is not the only one with technology that surpasses humans. We have already helped them, or guided them, to obtain a lot of technology. Now we can use more to trade, or in other words, to pay the price..."

"But what if they don't agree? Your safety..." the adjutant said with a frown. He glanced at the people who walked past him, took the money and car keys, and were about to leave. It was like looking at a group of traitors. How could it be that when there is a crisis, the leader will take on everything and the rest will scatter like birds and beasts? !

"I can't go to meet them directly. I will leave my contact information and find a middleman. Nick Fury this time... maybe he was hunted down because he helped to contact them, but it doesn't mean that he can't talk to him! We have money and resources! As long as he puts forward conditions, we can talk." Talos shook his head, "Okay, I will be careful. Direct contact is suicide. I know it very well."

"...I'll stay!" The adjutant shook his head. "After so many years, we..."

"No... If you really have an idea, go find Nick Fury. I know he has a trump card in his hand, but he may not be willing to use it, at least not for us... Do you understand what I mean?" Talos sighed. Although he felt a little sorry for his old friend, this guy was even being hunted down for them, but now they only have such expectations. It just so happened that he would be willing to take care of such things.

"!" The adjutant looked at Talos. It had been so long that he almost forgot about it. Yes, if it was her! She should be able to stop humans from going crazy! Those high-ranking officials were afraid of being replaced by the Skrulls, but they were also afraid of death! As long as... as long as they were threatened! So the adjutant didn't say much, nodded and left. Several Skrulls who were obviously unwilling also looked at each other and followed.

"My dear...pay attention to your own safety, everything will be fine!" Soran said with a sad face. Although Talos said it so easily, she knew very well that the risk involved was not a small one, and any mistake in the details could make things go wrong at any time.

Be careful about being discovered and killed by others. They have also experienced the cunning of humans, even if they are sometimes fooled by humans.

"I understand. This is the last bet. If both preparations fail... dear, we may have to wander again." Talos hugged his wife.

"... Wherever you go, I go." Soran sighed, "It's our daughter. I think she will be very happy. She has been going crazy writing her graduation thesis recently. Now she doesn't have to worry about this problem."

"This girl." Talos had a bitter smile on his face. He thought he had a child because it was settled. He thought he could let his daughter live happily in this world for the rest of her life, although the final marriage leave might not be what she wanted.

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"Winston, Winston, Winston..." Lancer pounded on the table, muttering someone's name. The person on the other end of the phone smiled awkwardly, "How many battle axes do you think it would take to raze your hotel to the ground?"

"Don't talk about such horrible topics." Winston, the general manager of the Continental Hotel in New York, had a wry smile on his face. He had no doubt that Lancer couldn't do it if he wanted to. This guy was no longer the same after returning from Ukraine!

Has the United Nations Forward Special Forces Command been disbanded? No! Lancer really has the authority to apply for a strike! Not to mention that this guy is now the acting commander of the Navy's Third Fleet! The Navy is worried that there is no chance to strengthen Lancer's authority. If they do him a favor, is it a big deal to attack a mainland hotel?

Oh, it was just a terrorist attack!

"I have already issued the reward, but... you know, even a fool would think twice when seeing a reward for such a powerful person." Winston said softly. He was not even angry. How many people did Lancer call out?

Not much, then?

FBI and NSA agents were running wild in New York like crazy. The entire New York police force was mobilized and all exits in New York were blocked. All the gangs in New York reached a rare consensus and dragged every black person, one-eyed man, or even just one-eyed man to the street to wait for the FBI and NSA's confirmation. The execution efficiency was epic, and everyone was taking action to catch Nick Fury.

Then what? Oh, the assassins at the Continental Hotel looked at it and thought, it was just a few bucks, and they would also risk offending S.H.I.E.L.D., so they decided not to do it! Not to do it!

I have to say, even Winston himself thinks that this target is really good!

"Why do you think I came to you?" Lanser snorted. I know the truth, but I extended my hand, and you just looked at me. So don't blame me for throwing away the olive branch and taking out the gun, right? "You don't think I really need your little manpower, do you?"

"..." Winston's lips suddenly went dry. He didn't think about it, thinking that they just wanted to mobilize the maximum force, or to prevent Nick Fury from going through their channels. Damn... he should have thought of it! "It's my negligence. I will contact all my partners immediately! How about it for free this time?"

"Just for free?" Lanser's tone on the phone was indescribably sarcastic.

"Two hundred gold coins." Winston immediately quoted a huge price. As the saying goes, "Stand at attention when being beaten", it was nothing more than this.

"Okay, for the sake of our old relationship, I won't make a fuss about it this time." Lancer nodded. It would be pointless to force him too much, so he gestured to Springfield on the side and asked Peter to get it immediately. Springfield rolled his eyes.

"Thank you for your tolerance." After saying that, Winston heard the sound of the phone being hung up and sighed.

"Looks like we've passed it fairly smoothly." Charon looked at his superior with a somewhat wry smile on his face. This time, Lancer really had no intention of cheating them.

"Yes, contact everyone and tell them that if they don't want to eat the tomahawk, just be honest."

"……it is good."

2-132 The Fate of Betrayal

"..." Coulson stood in the rain with a pistol in one hand, his head lowered looking at the person in front of him, his face full of solemnity and helplessness.

"Stop looking and shoot. This is your final test. Pass it, Coulson." Nick Fury's face was covered with rain. He held up his upper body with difficulty. His smile was very bitter. Isn't this little bastard growing up too fast? He is just an arms dealer. How can he mobilize so much power?

All the underground businessmen seemed to have suddenly realized the importance of morality and stopped doing business with him, forcing him to find a way to escape from the metropolis of New York alone! He was almost caught by the New York police who set up a checkpoint.

His car was shot to pieces by the FBI, his kidney was stabbed by a gangster who was cheering for 10 yuan, and the NSA agent had just chased him to the point where he had no way out and had to jump down and broke half of his leg. If Coulson hadn't blocked his way for him, the NSA agent would have already blocked him.

But escaping here is almost the last step. As his superior, Nick Fury knows very well that Coulson admires Captain America, the bond seller, very much, so he has very rare qualities and morals in the agent industry... So Coulson occasionally seems a bit "different" in S.H.I.E.L.D.

In the past, Nick Fury felt that this was hindering him

Unnecessary emotions at work can provide very low value, but in the very end, Nick Fury was very glad that he ran into Coulson instead of being caught by others. At least in Coulson's hands, he could die more peacefully without worrying about being tortured with his life hanging by a thread. Aurora is not only used to save people.

The torture method that Captain Night Demon was asked to use by Lancer spread out in an instant, and then some people who were proficient in this also developed a large number of application methods. Except for being more expensive, they were all very good.

"Why?" Coulson looked at Nick Fury, half-knelt down, and squatted in front of Nick Fury.

"No reason. I promised them and got their help. There's nothing much to say." Nick Fury thought of himself, that woman, and a series of events involving Talos. He sighed and said, "Please take care of the cat for me. Okay, don't keep me waiting any longer."

"Is there anything you need to tell others?" Coulson let out a long sigh and looked at Nick Fury, who was smiling in front of him. His facial expressions were very rich... so rich that Nick Fury doubted how one person could show so many expressions on his face.

"...When you feel the need, press it!" Nick Fury was silent for a moment, then took out a very simple-looking pager from his waist.

Coulson was stunned for a moment after taking the thing, "What is this? If it is useful, why don't you use it to help your friends." This question made Nick Fury stare at Coulson, but he soon gave up because he had lost too much blood and had begun to feel the coldness of the legal soul.

"This is humanity's last insurance, not theirs, and... they've gone too far this time. She's not a fool, and she may not help them when she comes back." Nick Fury looked at Coulson from behind, "If you don't take action, others will come looking for you!"

"Thank you for your help, really." Coulson had a mocking smile on his face and pressed it down! "Coulson" raised the gun in his hand, "Talost, I say hello to you."

"Pfft...Hahaha!" Nick Fury laughed, and his laughter was so hearty! "Okay, just consider it as me paying you back what I owe you, and also help me pass on a message to Talos..."

"Coulson" pointed to Nick Fury expressionlessly.

"You killed the last human being who was kind to you. Go find a new home, otherwise those people will find you and kill you all." Nick Fury looked at "Coulson" in front of him, "Remember, it's best not to talk nonsense, otherwise when she finds out what you did, no one can protect you. Okay, I don't owe you anything."

"Thank you for your advice!" Coulson pulled the trigger and fired several shots. In addition to a headshot, Nick Fury's lungs and heart were pierced by bullets. "Coulson" gestured to the people next to him. After walking out of the room, they turned into a few little ghosts in fashionable clothes. Then they didn't walk too far and turned into a corner of an alley. They turned into a few hot girls. They even hooked up with FBI agents on the side of the road, and then were driven away by these agents!

Finally, he got into an SUV and turned into a secret agent in a suit. Yes, it was the same ones he had just hooked up with. The former "Colson" picked up his phone and dialed. The other party didn't answer. He was told to leave a message, "I caught a super big fish of 20 kilograms. Let's go to the harbor together tomorrow night to try our luck."

The car just disappeared into the night.

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"Boss, I've arrived." Peter Parker got off Skye's van and looked up at the not-so-big hotel in front of him. He felt a little stressed just standing here, because his spider-sense told him that there was not a single good person in this damn place. They looked at him as if he were a lamb to be slaughtered.

"Hey!" Skye knocked on the car door. With the consent of Springfield and Lancer, she sprayed the words "Springfield Cafe" on her car door. Occasionally, she would drive to deliver takeout, such as when Stark ordered something. As long as the payment was in place, Skye would happily deliver it.

"...Thanks!" Peter Parker felt it was amazing. He turned around and looked at Skye. Skye shrugged and motioned him to hurry up. Peter Parker took a deep breath and walked in.

"Hello, how can I help you?" Charon looked at Peter Parker in front of him and was not very surprised. No matter they came to register to become killers, or just strayed in or even knew something, there were many who came in to take risks. You could say that the young people nowadays are precocious, or you could say that they don't know the consequences.

But Charon was also wondering why such a handsome guy would become a killer.

"I'm from the Springfield Cafe. The owner asked me to pick up something." Peter Parker was a little wary. He had heard of the Continental Hotel before, but this was definitely his first time coming in.

"Springfield Cafe...Mr. Lancer's?" When Charon heard the Springfield Cafe, he couldn't remember it for a moment. Then, after remembering whose Springfield Cafe it was, he suddenly looked at the young man in front of him with a strange look.

As we all know... there are only two men in Springfield Cafe. One is Lancer, who can be said to be a new boss who has been dominating the area recently. A phone call from him made Winston unable to sleep well all night. And the other guy who runs errands and delivers takeout...

Although he is certainly not as famous as Lancer, he is the source of the New York vampires' suffering. According to legend, a group of vampires captured an employee of the Springfield Coffee Shop, and then... a certain arms dealer took to the streets with guns and swept away all the monsters, and the entire vampire community was physically exorcised.

At that time, most people in New York were confused. Many people were wondering if this little guy was Lancer's illegitimate child. Why was he so concerned? As a result, after some investigation, Peter Parker's information was found, and then everyone knew that this clerk was a kid from Queens, New York, who was born and raised there.

And now Charon suddenly realized that the little devil might be the culprit of the disaster. As a black man, his glaring eyes were somewhat abrupt.

"Yes, is there a problem?" Peter Parker looked at the person in front of him with a very speechless expression. The other party seemed a little rude, but he didn't care too much at this time. The other party just showed a very shocked expression. There was nothing to care about.

But at this time his spider alarm went off again. No doubt, it was because Charon's words "Mr. Lancer" alerted the killers present. Peter Parker curled his lips secretly. He had to admit that his boss really had a good reputation.

"Hey! Charon! This is for you! Hahaha! Thanks for your reminder!" At this time, a tall and strong man came out of the hotel elevator and placed a bottle of expensive-looking wine in front of Charon. "It's only 10. I can only treat you to this level of wine."

"Oh? You mean..." Charon reached out to dial a phone to notify the finance department to bring Lancer's compensation, while looking at the person in front of him, "Nick Fury is dead?!"

"Huh?" At this moment, Peter Parker was stunned. He had been with his boss for a long time, so he naturally knew who Nick Fury was. Was he dead? Ever since the vampire incident, Peter Parker had been going to school and work honestly. Recently, he even accepted remote learning from SOPII. Unless he encountered a problem, Peter basically did not do anything to help others. Seeing his boss doing whatever he wanted, he began to understand the saying that justice comes from strength.

Then Peter Parker listened silently as the killer and Charon boasted about their good luck, and then looked with envy at the photos he showed, photos worth $15.

"Hello! Boss..." Peter Parker walked out with a box, then took out his cell phone and made a call.

"Parker? Why did the Continental Hotel give you a hard time?" Lancer had a very nice temper towards Spider-Man.

"No, the news I just heard seems to be that Nick Fury is dead, but the person who received the reward didn't see who did it, and..." Peter Parker hesitated.

"and?"

"It seems there are no signs of fighting at the scene."

"… So, go to the store, take the phone that Haruta left behind at the cash register, and go to the scene. Do you know where the scene is?"

"Already know."

"Okay! If you run into someone from the military, just say you're from the United Nations Expeditionary Special Operations Command."

"what?"

"Your boss's new identity, I've made note of it."

"what?"

2-133 Exploration

"Parker?" Officer Murphy looked at a familiar van that stopped in front of him, the words "Springfield Coffee House" sprayed on the door, and Peter Parker getting out of the passenger seat with a strange look on his face. Then he laughed when he saw the little guy open the side door and Skye went to Toronto's cheaply remodeled car and took out two large bags of coffee and a bag of sandwiches.

In this cold and drizzling weather, a cup of hot coffee seems to be nice. I don’t know who is so kind, but no matter who orders it, it makes everyone happy at this time.

"Officer Murphy! It's you who is blocking it. I wouldn't have bothered with this if I had known." Peter Parker had a tired smile on his face. After Lancer asked him to go to the scene, Peter applied for a batch of coffee and cakes to build relationships. This surprised Lancer. The little guy was flexible and naturally would not object.

"Kid..." Murphy looked at Peter Parker, "This is not something you should get involved in. Thank you for the coffee. It's for your own good. Don't get involved."

"Do you think it's possible?" Peter Parker said with a smile, "Although I don't work on a ship, others may not think so, right?"

"...Huh, I haven't seen you so good at chatting before." Officer Murphy sighed and looked at Peter Parker in front of him. The room had been cleaned up, so there should be nothing visible.

"It's not up to you to decide whether you can see it or not, Officer Murphy." Skye grinned and winked at Officer Murphy. Then Skye took out a cell phone from his pocket and shook it at Murphy. On the back cover of the phone, there was a Decepticon logo, which simply and straightforwardly explained the method of the investigation.

But there is a small problem…

The police on the scene did not recognize the Decepticon logo.

The police looked at Skye like he was a fool, and two of the youngsters even took out their phones to tease him...

"Huh..." Skye took a deep breath. These bastards! I dare not pull out my gun!

"The Decepticon emblem? Could it be real?" Just because the police don't recognize it doesn't mean no one knows it. An FBI agent walked out of the room and looked at the phone in front of him with surprise. They have held several internal meetings about the Cybertron Defense Force, and with the recent excitement in Anaheim, it would be a problem if they knew it or not.

"What do you think? Come on, little guy, send them the identification code of the United Nations Forward Special Operations Command." Sky said complacently, somewhat taking advantage of the power of others.

"...Wait a moment, we need to confirm your authority." The FBI agent looked at the girl in front of him with complicated eyes. First, the FBI agent, and then all the police officers nearby, received a text message with the identity information of Skye and Peter Parker, as well as the information required for authority authentication.

"Lance is playing with fire with you guys." Murphy shook his head, a little dissatisfied with this approach. Although Skye is a little older, Peter Parker is a good boy, but he is not yet an adult! Letting the two of them handle these things, isn't it really harming them?

"Actually, we just need to go in, and the rest will be its business." Peter Parker handed the last cup of coffee to the FBI agent in front of him and looked at Sheriff Murphy.

Sheriff Murphy didn't say anything, somewhat helplessly. He still felt that it would not be a good situation to involve Peter and Skye in such a matter too early.

"Well... okay, you have temporary permissions, go in and watch a big man die." The FBI agent received the receipt of verification of permissions and nodded to the people next to him to move aside.

"Thank you!" Peter Parker walked in politely. This was a very ordinary shop. The owner of the shop was dejected outside the blockade because he had encountered such a big thing. It would take a long time to complete the investigation. Skye, who was full of sympathy, gave him a cup of coffee and a sandwich.

The style of the store is still very medieval, like the small stores from the 1970s and 1980s, with a circle of wooden glass counters and a few hanging racks in the middle. It's not a big place, but the variety of goods is quite rich.

"Let's start, Dream." Sky put the phone on the counter.

"Ah... you were sleeping soundly. Hey, have you never seen a Decepticon transform? Also, take off your recorders. Decepticons also have portrait rights, okay?" Under the curious gazes of a group of policemen and agents, the cell phone formed a small Decepticon, and then began to complain about the people present in the clear voice of a little girl, "Where's that egghead? Where's the body? There's nothing here... Wait, get out, get out of this room, quickly!" The slender metal arm was waving, and Mi Meng began to drive people away.

Peter Parker smiled bitterly and turned around to say something, only to find that he and Skye were the only ones left in the room. At this time, Dream had already started her work. The electronic eye began to scan and asked while scanning, "Is there any surveillance footage from last night?"

"Because he is in the process of pursuit, Nick Fury chose to operate in areas without cameras. The only surveillance here is that of this store, and it was damaged and the hard drive was removed." The FBI agent informed the results of the preliminary investigation.

"Except for the footprints of you idiots, there are three more footprints entering here." Mi Meng jumped off the table and walked along with the scanner on. She was having a lot of fun with her short legs. Finally, she walked to the stairs and looked up at the stairs that were quite hopeless for her height... "Damn it, I hate this kind of scene."

"Do you need a little service?" Skye squatted down and looked at Mimeng.

"Ladies are more considerate, you idiots!" Mi Meng complained angrily, then climbed onto Skye's hand, "Go upstairs slowly, luckily there aren't many people going upstairs."

"Okay..." Skye walked up step by step, and then everyone present looked at Peter Parker, obviously curious about why he didn't go up.

Peter Parker was rubbing his hands, as if thinking about something, and then he looked up, "Have you checked the information with each other? What I heard at the Continental Hotel, when the people from the Continental Hotel arrived, there was already a body. Can any of you confirm it?"

"No!" My people were the first to arrive. Kingpin, who looked like a brown bear, walked in with a cigar in his mouth and a very ugly face. "They even heard faint gunshots, but when they arrived, they didn't see anyone, just a few kids having fun."

"This is Queens...I live here. After 7 o'clock, not many people are walking on the streets. It seems...you missed something." Peter Parker looked at the Kingpin in front of him.

"***! ***!" Jin Bing swore.

"Is there any information about a similar period of time?" Peter Parker looked at the people around him. He thought about what Ms. 191 had said to him. Nothing can leave no trace. Even the most sophisticated design is full of loopholes in the face of careful thinking and detailed review.