Marvel Space and Time Administration Growth Log

"Hook, what is he doing here?" Forklift came over and handed an energy block to Hook. They had been busy all morning, so what's wrong with stopping for lunch to eat some energy blocks? Among the entire Decepticon group, there weren't many who could fight, but they were the only ones who were good at making things. The others could only make those modular things.

"How should I know? Shouldn't he be researching spaceships in that Doom's country..." Hook shook his head. They had just spoken a few words, what did he know?

"after all

We are outsiders, so don't say too much." The bulldozer patted his old brother and reminded him, "Although Megatron wants to revive the Decepticons, we all know that this will take time."

"Hmph, I get it. Megatron is the Decepticon. I get it." Hook nodded. They recognized Lancer's fighting ability and the help he gave them, so they listened to some of Lancer's mutterings. They agreed with them and didn't say much. They just silently did what Lancer said.

Dig a hole deep, accumulate food widely, and slowly become king!

When three thousand elite Decepticons rush into the galaxy, who dares to deny the return of Cybertron!

Their lifespan is long, they can afford to wait! Lancer has already added a dozen Decepticons to their team in Ukraine (in addition to the Peregrine MiG-29 Squadron and the Tank Team, there are also some small fry), all of them are adult Decepticons, there is no larval stage at all, this kind of progress is something they haven't seen in a long time!

Not to mention the appearance of the tank team, ah~ Combiner! The directly born Combiner, although Lancer was directly wilted after completing the activation of the Spark Source, but all this... is worth it. Seeing the terrifying combat power of the Hun Tianbao, all the Decepticons felt a surge of emotions, and Megatron directly regarded him as his own guard.

Therefore, most of the Decepticons have a good impression of Lancer, which is why the forklift asked about the hook at the beginning, and the forklift did not forget to send a message to Shockwave, so that Stark would not be shot down by the automatic weapons placed by Shockwave.

"Wow, what are you doing..." Stark watched the giant robot in front of him transport a lot of energy blocks into a deep pit. Several ordinary-looking Transformers (Lancer tried to use low power consumption, facing some simple Decepticons produced by production equipment. Their IQ was fine, but their combat effectiveness was very average) were busy at the edge of the pit, and batches of energy blocks were being continuously sent down.

"Store energy blocks. The energy blocks on the front line are enough, so we don't need these now. These are shipped from Columbia. There are only a few people left there to assist Atlas in keeping watch. They don't need so many energy blocks." Shockwave glanced at Stark. They had cooperated before, but it was just cooperation.

Stark helped improve the energy conversion efficiency of some Osborn-type energy furnaces and solved the radiation problem. The absorbed radiation can be used for secondary energy supply, which is considered to be a bit of help. That's why Shockwave is willing to talk to him more now. If someone else comes, do you think he will pay attention to them?

"Well, without prior notice, I guess I need an entry certificate?"

"Okay, Mr. Stark." A laser quickly swept across Stark in front of him, "It's done. Welcome to the Earth Territory of the Cybertron Empire. What can I do for you? If it's business, you can contact Anaheim, which is our designated agent. If you want to put pressure on Atlas through us, I suggest you talk to Frank Underwood. It would be more convenient."

"I don't need those, I just have some... um..." Stark said immediately. As a proud and stubborn top powerhouse, Stark simply did not admit that he needed the results of the Decepticons' technology diffusion, although he had seen some technical information leaked from Anaheim through some research projects contributed within the corporate alliance.

Half an hour later, Stark was sure of one thing: the damn Lancer was fishing. Obviously, he had technology of a higher level in his hands, and the woman named Chkalov was leading people to analyze these technologies. Some of the technologies of lower level were packaged in various ways and released here.

Oh, what does it mean to specifically hit the pain points of the industry? Leading, but only one or two generations ahead of you. You can see the taillights of the car, not even the shadow! It seems that if you work hard, you can catch up!

Humph, what is professionalism? This is it! And all of this is laid out in the open. If you want it, pay the money. Then Lancer will not register a patent because... someone has expressed their attitude with practical actions. Look at the signboards of our five good people, and consider whether you are worthy of it!

In short, in order to avoid greater losses, Japan and Germany had to pinch their noses and spit out the things!

Stark sneered. Lancer was also a quiet guy. Rotating CEO?! Hmm? Hey... Does Wuchang need such a company? What they lack is the documents and materials in the company archives! As long as Lancer is still throwing technology in, he is the executive of Anaheim!

This guy! He's full of bad intentions!

"After hearing that we officially established a base here, he felt a little uneasy and planned to come over to see our attitude." Shockwave shook his head. As a former senior official of the Cybertron Empire, he understood Stark's thoughts. "It's under construction, nothing to see. Maybe they will build a large Osborn fusion reactor here in the future, which can be used as a lighthouse and produce energy blocks."

"...and there's a, um, alternative kind of beauty." Stark almost said the evil villain beauty. After all, when you look at that ball of hot plasma rolling over there, no normal person would think that this is a good place. It's almost like putting the villain base on your face.

"Your human aesthetics are meaningless to us." Shockwave suddenly paused, then looked at Stark for a few more times, "Do you... have some element in your body?

Too high? It’s not like humans can withstand such high levels…”

"It's rude to scan others casually..." Stark sighed. How could he not know whether he was in good health? It was just that Stark had been rolling in sadness, shock, anger, and heartache during this period of time, and he didn't have much energy to care about these things.

"Welder, retrieve document 7-4661 and show it to him." Shockwave shook his head and retrieved a file directly. However, a communication came in at that time. Shockwave tilted his head slightly and suppressed the conversation. "Okay, I'll be right over. Stark, you take a look first. I'll come back to you later."

"Okay." Stark took a panel from the small robot, and then the robot left. It still had a lot of tasks to do and had no time to stay here with Stark.

"Huh!? This... How is this possible!" Stark was shocked when he saw the information and blueprints on the panel. What shocked him even more was the signature below the blueprints: Howard Stark! "This is not true! This is not true! Damn it, I can prove it!" Stark immediately used his Iron Man suit to remotely mobilize his laboratory to calculate everything in front of him.

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"Shockwave, although I shouldn't question you, are you just going to give Ivan's things to him?" Bombardment, who had turned into a human form, said in a muffled voice.

"If you knew, you shouldn't have said it. There's no next time. This time we're even with Stark." Shockwave shook his head. "Is this what Mr. Lancer planned to take to Ukraine for testing?"

"Yes! Special cocktails! Exclusive for the Skrulls!" Following the explosion of energy blocks, two or three thermostats slowly opened after receiving the explosion input signal, and a bunch of green potions rose from them. "How about it, the human way of thinking is very interesting, isn't it?"

"Effect?" Shockwave's question was very direct.

"A progressively intensifying respiratory disease, highly contagious, theoretically not very lethal, but the effect on the Skrulls is doubled in intensity." The explanation for the explosion was not complicated. Although Norman Osborn used some common sense, he found that he still had to hide this method after staying on Earth for a long time, and he felt that it was just a means of seasonal influenza.

"Put it away, Stark is on the island." Shockwave said nothing, but in his heart he re-evaluated the reaction speed and danger factor of humans. They are a group of troublesome guys. "Don't expose it. Humans have a strange moral sense. They are all about killing. They can accept the use of swords and guns, but they can't accept the use of this more efficient method."

"It may spread to the so-called civilians. Humans like to clearly distinguish between battlefields and civilians. Of course, we all know that this is not a very realistic thing. War is an act of violence. There is no such thing as mercy." After hearing what Shockwave said, Blast drank the energy block in his hand in one gulp, wiped his mouth, and turned back into the Blizzard space shuttle, then reloaded the boxes of "cocktails" into his own cargo hold, "Okay, then I'll leave."

"Well, let's go and 'unload' before meeting Lord Megatron. Although we are helping Lancer, our own reputation is also important." Shockwave signaled Blast to set off immediately. They will rest here for a while and rebuild the core elite forces of the Decepticons.

In these years of wandering in the galaxy, there have been too many once glorious Decepticons who have fallen into madness due to their obsession with force. Such people are only butchers, not warriors! In the future, they will not be able to bear the honor of the Cybertron Empire.

Amid the huge noise of the Blizzard space shuttle taking off, Shockwave turned around and left. This guy liked to do unnecessary things. Since this island was originally the base of the future Decepticons, it was not a bad excuse to put something down here. At this time, a message about the explosion was transmitted.

"I forgot to mention that Lancer said that if Stark comes, give him an energy block and tell him that this is one of the solutions to the thing in his chest. He doesn't necessarily need to be obsessed with the so-called reactor." The information about the explosion made Shockwave tilt his head. In theory, Stark is not living by the output of the reactor, but only by the energy produced by the reactor. So...

"Looks like I have to thank him." Shockwave shook his head, then silently added an Ark reactor to the island's energy building. Well, although the systems are different, they are all reactors that can produce powerful energy, and the rest is just a little radiation or something.

This is a big problem for humans, but for the Decepticons who can travel the galaxy with their steel bodies, is this a problem? Don't be ridiculous! There is only a lot of radiation in the universe!

"So... where did you get these from?" Just as Shockwave walked back to his post, Stark was a little excited when he saw what he saw. "Sorry, I... this is about my father. I... I'm sorry, my father meant..."

"I am the provider of your genetic factors. Although our life forms are different, we travel the galaxy and are not illiterate." Shockwave said with a bit of amusement.

Stark was a little flustered, but this was normal and in line with their stereotype of carbon-based creatures. "Ivan, it's his. He told you to go find him after you've read it. The Vanke family has something to ask you."

"Uh... Ivan?!" Stark was stunned for a moment, then thought for a long time, "Who is that?"

"Atlas Chief Technician."

"Oh! Yes! I remember now... Why did you give me this? I can't drink it like you guys."

"The treatment your friend Lancer found for you."

“…That bastard.”

2-144 Anaheim's first employee

"Yawn!" Because it was the weekend, Peter, who had agreed to cover for Tiyi, yawned as he opened the door from the inside. Last night was another busy night. How should I put it? There are too many unlucky people in New York. Many people are taking risks. These people are like crazy and want to make money from the unlucky people who are active at night or the unlucky people who are careless, so that they can enjoy life in the next few days.

The result is that the little spider, wearing a tactical vest, kept taking pictures and sending them to the police station. In the past two months, the police have been fighting courage and wits with all kinds of monsters every night. The little spider has done all the work.

But for some reason, Peter seemed to feel that New York was a little quieter since his boss came back. He almost got off work at 2 o'clock last night. Otherwise, if it were in the past, he would probably not be able to do what Tiyi asked him to do. After all, even as a superhuman, he still needs some rest.

"Good morning, Peter. Why do you look so sleepy?" Officer Murphy's car stopped right in front of the car door. "A young man like you shouldn't be in this state. Maybe you haven't been exercising much recently."

"The boss said that people feel sleepy in spring, tired in summer, exhausted in autumn and hibernate in winter." Peter used his boss as a shield. This was what he heard the boss loudly argue when his mother went to drag the boss up at around ten o'clock every day. Of course, Peter did not have a maid to take care of his clothes, arrange his meals and itinerary for the day, and two cooks to prepare breakfast for him.

"Don't listen to him. Young people should act like young people. Did you stay up late last night?" Murphy walked into the coffee shop. Although the door had just been opened, everything was already prepared. Peter even took care of the hygiene. "You forgot to put away the mop. Six cups of malted milk foam."

"Civility, next round." When Murphy asked if he had stayed up late, Peter brought out his own shield, which was very useful and no one disbelieved it. It worked every time. "Not drinking Yinong today?"

"I got into a fight with a bunch of lunatics last night... No, it's nothing. We went back to the bureau to do some paperwork and then went back to bed. We drank just to keep us from falling asleep on the way."

"I understand. There's overtime pay for sleeping in the bureau. Hey, that's great. Why don't I have it?" Peter Parker had already turned over and got busy at the counter. However, since it was Murphy who ordered the coffee, it was not troublesome, so they soon had their coffee prepared.

"What do you think? Troublemaker!" Officer Murphy took the can of coffee. "You're lucky your boss didn't beat you to death, little bastard. Stay at home and play games tonight. Don't run around."

"Thank you for your advice. I'll listen to it." Peter Parker suddenly slapped his head. "According to the rules, I should throw away the mango and durian cake I made yesterday. Do you want to eat it?"

"Eat, why not? Why can't I sell this?" Officer Murphy smiled. Isn't this the benefit of being early? Helping the boss lady deal with the cakes that were not sold yesterday. Isn't this better than those damn donuts?

"Here." Peter quickly packed the things and handed them to the sheriff in front of him who was probably the most stubborn and dedicated sheriff in New York.

"Thanks!" Murphy turned around and left with two large bags of coffee and cakes, but when he went out, he saw two people. He frowned. He didn't know why, but two big troubles, the man didn't count, and the woman made him feel scalp tingling. He put the cake and coffee on the table, and while speaking, he gestured to his guys. The other police officers began to get out of the police car, "You two, show your ID."

"Oh, okay." The man smiled businesslike and immediately indicated that he was going to take his ID out of his shirt pocket. After getting confirmation from Officer Murphy, he reached into his inner pocket.

"Hey! Casper, you're here early." SOPII slid down the stairs on the handrail and looked at the person at the door. "Captain Murphy, there's no need to check. He is the head of the European and North African division of the shipping company HCLI. He should be here to see our Lancer. Also, Peter, Chuntian is still staying in bed today. You should make the cake first. Also, the lab needs 3 cups of 4x iced Italiano. Prepare the toffee separately."

"Okay." Peter Parker snapped his fingers to show that he understood, and asked casually, "Sister Chkalov, are you okay with working so hard?"

"It's okay. I didn't get up until 5 in the morning. Don't worry." SOPII waved his hand. SOPII thought that what Peter should worry about was whether Lancer would be able to crawl out of his bed this morning. Yesterday, he was attacked by a large group of people and didn't give Lancer any chance to resist. He just held Lancer down. He was a little reluctant to let go when he was on the boat before, but now! You're still showing off at home.

, fuck you!

On the way back, the maid who had occupied Lancer for a day and a night expressed her hope mercilessly that the admiral could save her life. However, from her half-smile, it was obvious that such a scene was definitely not the first time.

"Confirm?" Sheriff Murphy glanced at SOPII in front of him, and SOPII nodded to him with certainty. If Casper wanted to cause trouble, it would not be here. Apart from anything else, Casper knew the frustration that Koko had experienced. And what level of combat power did Lancer have that could easily deal with the opponent...

Moreover, although HCLI had seen and heard nothing in Ukraine, although few people had seen it directly, those large-caliber artillery shells and aerial bombs could not be said to have appeared out of thin air! What Lancer left in Ukraine was not just a few military legends, but also bomb craters all over the ground.

"To be precise, I'm not a HCLI employee anymore. I'm planning to apply for the position of administrative director of Anaheim." Casper shrugged. After Koko sent Lancer's message back, HCLI headquarters immediately recalled him. Lancer's actions were indeed very sincere. He recommended HCLI to join the company alliance in the name of Anaheim's CEO. Then, countries around the world who were obsessed with trading papers and technology saw that HCLI was just a mover compared to the others. It looked honest and there was no threat, so they agreed.

Of course, allowing you to enter does not mean letting you in. If you were allowed in so easily, wouldn't that be a slap in the face of the five good people themselves? So it's time to follow the procedure!

What program?

That's the procedure to follow.

It sounds helpless, right? There is nothing you can do. The rules are set by others, and you have no choice. Do you think it is unfair? Do you think there is any other choice besides leaving?

But for HCLI, this is also a huge progress. Whether they understand this routine or not, of course they understand it. What remains is just a little bit of hard work to break through each level little by little, and then obtain the consent of all countries, and finally successfully push themselves into the circle they have always dreamed of.

Moreover, they are now the first in line, and perhaps there is a sense of buying a horse with a lot of money in it. How many people are craning their necks to watch behind them! They are all waiting for them to make a mistake so that they can jump the queue. Moreover, for HCLI, more practical benefits have already arrived. Many companies in this enterprise alliance have their own long-term shipping partners, and basically will not look for them, who are just "transporters" in disguise. But now, guess how many inquiry calls HCLI's sales department has received.

There is also the sudden opening of some special channels for purchasing goods. Although it is not open in public, but behind the scenes... who knows, there are suddenly many more channels for goods, which is simply a dream come true for HCLI. However, Lanser doesn't care about this, and HCLI has no reason to disclose this information to Lanser, so Lanser doesn't know how big a gift package HCLI has received.

All of this is enough to make HCLI ecstatic, so let's take a look at the attitude of HCLI headquarters towards the fact that Casper, the eldest son of the Heikmatia family and theoretically the future head of HCLI, is going to Anaheim to take office...

For the future of the company! Let's offer the prince a sacrifice! Champagne, fireworks! Let's do it!

Besides, Anaheim is so popular now, and the prince is the executive director promised by Lancer himself, so HCLI headquarters has no psychological burden to sell it. Currently, Anaheim only has one database, but it is already so popular. In the future, when research laboratories are established...

As long as the prince's pen is slightly crooked when signing the contract, HCLI may be waiting for them with huge wealth. How could HCLI miss these benefits!

"So... you were kicked out just like that?" Lan Se, who was dragged out of the bed by SOPII who risked being pinched to death by Binjiang to wake him up, now has a very... speechless expression on his face. The reason is that the man in front of him can be considered as a handsome, young and rich man. He is definitely the level of Casper, the dream lover of every girl.

But now this guy was laughing without any grace, as if he was going to roll on the ground, and his noisy laughter could not be stopped at all. Even his subordinates were a little embarrassed, not to mention that Lancer was looking at him with disgust.

"Hahaha... yeah... hahaha..." Looking at Lancer's disheveled and miserable appearance, Casper, who was almost considered Lancer's bad friend, really felt like he couldn't stop laughing.

To others, he is currently the powerful acting commander of the Third Fleet of the World's First Navy, the commander of the United Nations Expeditionary Special Operations Command, the only ally of the Earth in the globally watched Cybertron Empire, and the CEO of Anaheim Corporation, which is responsible for technology transfer.

Not only do he have many titles, but they are also scary. Most importantly, they are all real power titles. But this guy seemed to have been beaten up by his wives last night and even this morning...

How could Casper not seize the opportunity to laugh at him? If he missed this opportunity, he would miss it forever.

"You don't know that mocking your boss can easily lead to you getting into trouble.

You wouldn't know." Lanser looked at his bad friend with a dark face. He had no choice. After arriving in this world, he had inexplicably embarked on this path, but his career was destined. Stark looked down on him.

Stark just didn't remember. Even Pepper had secretly apologized to Lancer again before. After all, the memory of being openly ridiculed by Stark at the cocktail party, "Don't even think about charity, wag your tail more and let others pity you!" Obviously, it's not a good memory. Apart from anything else, Stark's fangs left a deep impression on Lancer. If Lancer hadn't brought an M4 that day, even if Pepper didn't show up at the party, Stark Industries would have basically suffered a few rounds of unknown 16-inch heavy artillery.

Such an experience, even with the memory of back-to-back battles in the previous life, obviously made Lancer not like Stark too much. In a sense, Stark also helped Lancer from one side, allowing him to always maintain a certain clarity. Other people's memories are other people's, and the memories created by oneself are always a little deeper. After all, the choice is in one's own hands.

Even though I envied that tremendous power.

Even though he longed for that unparalleled swordsmanship.

Even if I am jealous of the magic that can destroy the world.

But, if it’s not yours, it’s not yours, right?

However, this did not prevent him from drawing the strength he needed from this strange experience of time and space synchronization, and all of this seemed to be developing in a strange direction as Lanser hoped...

Lancer, who was holding SOPII and stroking the dog's head, couldn't help but sigh in his heart, soft rice is really delicious!

"You don't even know how to help the master put his clothes in order." The agent walked to the back and helped Lanser put his clothes in order quickly.

"You can't blame Miss SOPII. After all, that's our duty." Befa took a tray, dragged SOPII away first, and put her on the chair next to her. Then she rinsed her mouth, brushed her teeth, rinsed her mouth, and combed her hair. At the same time, the agent carefully wiped Lancer's face, and finally tidied her clothes again.

The two of them operated smoothly, and there was almost no error in the cooperation between her and the agent. The connection was perfect, and Lansor was arranged thoroughly and everything was done in the shortest time possible.

"Great!" Casper clapped excitedly! This operation was much more sophisticated than the maids in the homes of European nobles, not to mention that they didn't have such beautiful and considerate maids, "Great!"

Lanser, who was clearly arranged, rolled his eyes at Befa, who was obviously laughing. Befa leaned over slightly and came to Lanser's side. "Master, Befa was a little slow last night. I told the agent today that we will not let anyone else use the beds we have made~"

"You guys..." Lanser said unhappily, then patted his maid's perky butt and motioned her to go to the back. "Okay, you've seen enough jokes. Since you're here to interview the CEO, do you understand the current situation?"

"What else can I say? This is the only company in the world that has achieved sales of over 60 billion in a few months by selling technology. It currently has only an unknown R&D organization and no organization. In short, I am taking over an empty shell with only technology." Casper shrugged, picked up the coffee cup in front of him and took a sip. He looked at the cup in surprise. It was very good. "So the question I should ask you is, what do you want? A super complex enterprise like Stark Industries that handles both R&D and production?"

"It's also an intermediary company that sells analyzed and redeveloped Cybertron technology." Casper looked into Lancer's eyes, "This is the decision you should make."

“I probably want more than this.”

"So radical? Aren't you afraid that the five permanent members will turn against you and wipe you out?"

“I’m just afraid that by then, they will think I’m not radical enough.”

"Interesting... Well, let's run wildly on the edge of the cliff together. Don't worry, our future is full of explosions, roars, blood, and death!"

“It’s really our specialty.”

2-145 Special Meeting at the Pentagon (5K)

"I really didn't expect this..." Lancer opened the car door, pulled his military uniform, and looked at the scene in front of him with a complicated expression. He came to the Pentagon today. Yes, he left his home and was forcibly dragged to Washington. The reason was two very straightforward words, "Meeting!"

Yes, as the absolute power group in the US military, the US upper echelons finally decided not to watch Lancer do whatever he wanted in New York. After Lancer found the New York government and bought the land of the Brooklyn Shipyard and its affiliated areas, they prepared to start large-scale construction.

Chkalov needs an extra-large laboratory, SOPII needs a decent manufacturing workshop, or an unmanned workshop, and considering that this is likely to become the permanent residence of Cybertronians in New York in the future, the building’s highlight is its huge space.