Marvel Space and Time Administration Growth Log

Although Lancer originally did not intend to do it in such an exaggerated way, after discussing with Casper, he planned to buy an abandoned factory building and then renovate it. However, after hearing that Lancer planned to set up the headquarters, the shareholders took the initiative to happily sponsor a sum of money.

If Lancer hadn't refused, the Enterprise Alliance would have also planned to cooperate for mutual benefit.

They need to invest some money to help Anaheim in its early stages. After all, they have each developed a little bit of stuff based on the technology provided by Anaheim.

Even so, they have just gnawed away about 5 million worth of information. Look at the most cutting-edge technologies in the documents and swallow your saliva. They haven’t even gone bald yet!

Then recently, I don't know how AR15 got Chkalov to teach again. Each class costs 500 million. Each life-saving limit is 5 viewing IP addresses. You can sign up repeatedly. Each class is two hours, with a -minute break in the middle. Then I helped Chkalov organize all the teaching materials, and all the content was divided into about a dozen classes.

Previously, on the deck, with the help of a simple blackboard, an electronic projection screen, and some simple equipment, Chkalov, with an impatient face, finished the first lesson, and all the questioners were sprayed with empty garbage in their brains due to such a bad teaching attitude.

The second class was booked from 6 classes (including Atlas) to million yuan. They are still waiting for Mr. Chkalov to come and teach them. After all, where can you find a cutting-edge technology master who is as accomplished as Stark and Doom to explain the technical ideas and principles of a cutting-edge blueprint?

After all, even Doom wanted to listen and see how that woman, who had a very high level of technical skills but always looked impatient, would interpret these somewhat nonsense technical columns, and if possible, he hoped to communicate with Chkalov about some problems found on the spacecraft currently being studied.

After all, in Doom's opinion, Chkalov's technical attainments were still very terrifying. Not to mention, he always had a feeling that she also knew a lot about magic, spells, and incantations! Her level was already several dimensions higher than that of the elementary school student Stark.

Doom's attitude was no secret. It was quickly passed back to the companies behind him by the scientists who were analyzing the technology around him, and then further spread to several major shareholders of Anaheim...

So after their wives' actions, the two who originally planned to solve all problems with 100 million yuan were now a little confused with hundreds of millions of yuan in funding. It was also a new understanding of Lanser's wives' money-making level.

Well, let's start with the big deal. Since we are a company that has decided to take on the world in the future, how can we be petty? We bought the abandoned Brooklyn Shipyard and the dilapidated houses nearby in a short period of time. Lancer has contacted the Decepticon civil engineering group - the Diggers, to show humans what the highest efficiency of three connections and one leveling is!

At that time, it will be a matter of cooperation between humans and digging tigers. Lancer believes that the construction will be carried out with an efficiency that will shock the world.

So it can be said that Lancer is not slacking off in New York. It can even be said that he is a little busy. And then... no matter whether it is the White House, Capitol Hill, or the Pentagon, they can't stand this scum who is only as good as AC. Why do they praise you? Don't you know it?

Lanser replied immediately: I don’t know!

Then Lancer was called to the Pentagon. After all, Lancer was nominally a rear admiral, so it was reasonable for the Pentagon to call Lancer over.

"Lancer... General?" Just as Lancer walked into the building, a navy colonel pushed aside the army and air force personnel and came up to greet Lancer first. He glared at the army and air force personnel next to him with pride. Did you see that they were wearing navy uniforms? No less than 20 yuan per person, suits? Ha, General Lancer would be so ignorant?

"What is the content of today's emergency meeting? I'm very busy over there." Lancer took the card handed over by the other party and said bluntly that today he brought Fei Ma and M4 into the Pentagon, the center of American military power.

Here, the strongest military group on Blue Star mobilized millions of troops. A powerful group of hundreds of warships, led by 10 Nimitz-class and one Enterprise-class aircraft carrier, was divided into six fleets to dominate the world; the F22 led the way, and there were thousands of huge third-generation fighters (then the US standard third-generation) covering the sky and the sun; hundreds of thousands of soldiers and tens of thousands of combat vehicles were deployed around the world! Arrived around the world! In addition, there were tens of thousands of nuclear warheads that could give the world the last kiss.

This huge army can easily destroy any country other than the five permanent members. In order to smoothly mobilize this terrifying army, every command is transmitted from this building that doesn't look very good.

"It's about your Expeditionary Special Operations Command." The naval colonel said to Lancer concisely.

"Oh, I guess the guys in the Special Operations Command must be looking very unhappy." Lancer said with a smile. To be honest, before this damn guy raised his head, there was only one person and army that could deploy special forces around the world to cause trouble. But now it is obvious that a second special forces force that has been endorsed by the United Nations and can almost legally enter and exit the borders of countries around the world is about to appear. Then there is a very simple problem: overlapping powers and responsibilities. This is the most fatal problem in the US military, and this problem also represents a very fatal thing.

Funding!

Yes, all power struggles will eventually be reflected in the struggle for funding.

Love.

"Yes, General, Sheffield looks very bad today. You will face his strongest firepower soon." The naval colonel said with a smile. Although there is no conflict between the navy and the army, it seems that the United Nations Expeditionary Special Operations Command will obviously have a lot of relations with their navy, because Lancer is from the navy. This is a matter of position! The navy must support Lancer.

"Just a piece of shit." Lanser sneered, "If he jumps too high, just hit him with a stick." As he spoke, Lanser led the naval captain to a huge office.

After the two gendarmes stood at attention with their legs together, they opened the door. Just one glance could reveal the gathering of generals inside, as well as the smoke that was almost tangible.

"He's just a damn arms dealer. He hasn't had a single day of military service and doesn't know anything. How dare you expect him to..." Sure enough, when Lancer walked in, Sheffield's roar came as expected. This was no longer an indirect criticism, but a direct criticism. Of course, Lancer felt that he was right. He didn't understand the operations of you bunch of losers.

However, he was the commander of the 09th theater of operations of G&K.

However, he is the commander of the harbor.

Not to mention the messy memories in his head, the leader of Griffin, the private army group that will shock the universe in the future

That's right, he doesn't understand special warfare, nor does he understand naval warfare. The king of freeloaders is fearless! Bah, I'll rob your house in a moment.

"..." Lancer walked in with his two wives. Seeing everyone's gaze, Lancer shrugged indifferently, found an empty seat and sat down. Then, under everyone's gaze, he made a gesture to Sheffield to continue, and pretended to listen attentively.

"Listen, the life of every American soldier is precious, and they should not be..." Although Sheffield did not turn towards Lancer, his eyes were fixed on Lancer as he continued speaking.

"You said... those unlucky 141s who were killed on my ship, are they KIA or MIA?" Lancer leaned back slightly, and M4, who was dressed like a secretary, immediately bent down and listened to what Lancer said. Although Lancer's voice was not too loud, anyone who wanted to listen could probably hear it.

"All of them are MIA." M4's eyes flickered and he found all the information. If he wanted to investigate the fight with Lancer and the others, it would be a pile of shit. Sheffield himself might not be able to handle it. How could he do this for the treatment of the soldiers below? And the information files were incomplete. With the usual nature of the US military, how could it be KIA? He was thinking of having his cake and eating it too!

"Oh!" Lancer made an expression of understanding. Although the families of these soldiers might get some compensation in private, Sheffield had to accept Lancer's slap in the face in public!

"What do you want to say? Rear Admiral Lancer!" Sheffield's face twitched. After that, the 141st Special Forces almost stopped listening to the orders of his joint operations command and often wandered around according to their own judgment. However, their combat results were very good, and even Sheffield had to accept their credit.

"It's nothing. Everyone makes mistakes occasionally. It's normal. It's nothing." Lancer stood up. "I have to say that you have chosen a good person to target me. As the main force of my long-term trade zone activities, you ignore national sovereignty and do whatever you want. God, if there were no terrorists taking the blame for you, the United States would have already become the enemy of the world."

"What about you? You delivered weapons to every 'client' who needed them. Your record is too long to be written down! Even if I killed you then, it wouldn't be a wrong move!" Since everyone was not on the same page, Sheffield simply said, I'm not a good person, but what about you? "If Ukraine hadn't given your actions a golden glow this time, you would be a scum who should be shot in the ditch."

"So..." Lanser smiled, "Are you envious?" Lanser put his hand on Fei Ma's shoulder. Fei Ma patted Lanser's hand and signaled Lanser to relax. She would not take out her two-handed sword to chop people. You might as well worry that your cook will go to the airport to snipe him today.

"You!" Sheffield narrowed his eyes. He never expected that Lancer would be so straightforward without any explanation.

In fact, it is very simple, because although Sheffield said one-sided, it is indeed the truth, so why should Lancer defend himself? Lancer can stand here today and speak under the guise of a US Navy general, not because he is a good person.

"Everyone, it seems that the Third Fleet's acting position will end tomorrow, right? If you can get the position of commander of the United Nations Expeditionary Special Operations Command, I will treat you to a meal! Seriously, no kidding!" Lanser glanced at everyone. The generals of the navy were all looking at the army people with a half-smile on their faces.

You're right, if you can, take it away! He doesn't want it at all! Take it away! What the hell! It's in the way!

"...There's no need to waste time on such angry words, Lancer. Tell me the truth. What are your plans for this expeditionary special operations command?" Coincidentally, this session of the Joint Chiefs of Staff

The chairman, the man from the navy, Admiral Michael Mullen, smiled and casually ignored what Sheffield had been talking about for a long time.

"Okay." Lanser shrugged, took out his phone and tapped the screen, "Girl, wake up."

"Can you please not wake me up so rudely every time?" The awakened Mi Meng complained about being turned into a robot. He glanced around at the generals who were excited because they saw the Decepticons for the first time, "What are you doing! What are you doing! Haven't you seen a live Decepticon?"

"There are really few people who have seen it. Okay, let's retrieve the information." Lancer said with a smile, "The content is the internal assessment document of S.H.I.E.L.D., the record of supernatural power outbreaks from 2000 to this year, and the assessment of the cooperation between the special forces and the Decepticons in the Ukrainian war this time. Yes, the one signed by General Sheffield." Lancer blinked at Sheffield. After all, Ukraine is his jurisdiction. What is authority! This is it!

Sheffield, who already had a sullen face, looked even uglier at this moment, as if he would change his ethnicity at any time and become a black person.

"I have made simple icons to display the specific data and combat power, the kind that can be understood at a glance." Lanser waved his hand, and the dream on the table resignedly began to project these icons into the void.

After the data was tabulated, all the situations were displayed intuitively, which immediately caused a lot of discussion in the conference room. Let's not talk about the previous document for now, that was the SHIELD data. They have their own system assessment, which may not be as complete as SHIELD's.

However, most of them have seen the latter document, and perhaps have witnessed it directly, but there were not so many people present when they saw it to discuss it.

"Intuitively speaking, whether it is the assessment of combat effectiveness, assault distance, or the comparison between the results and losses after the battle, the combat effectiveness of the special forces under the current cooperation with the Decepticons can far surpass that of them acting alone." Lancer shrugged, "The assessments of various countries should be similar, and it's the same for all."

Although there was a little discussion, it was obvious that Lancer's statement was still agreed by everyone.

"In fact, in my opinion, the analysis of the following dozens of pages is simply nonsense." Lanser rolled his eyes and laughed a little. "You are a group of special forces..." Lanser looked at the generals of the Special Operations Command, "with a few heavy-armored units that can think for themselves and project heavy firepower, the combat effectiveness will be..." Lanser shrugged, "It can't be greatly improved. All these slackers should be kicked out and rebuilt."

Lancer is very familiar with this situation. Isn't it just a degraded version of the cooperation between his ship wives and the humanoids? It's just that the degraded version is a bit too much...

"So? The question now is, should we keep this organization after the war is over?" Lanser said with a smile, "Especially, this organization doesn't seem so controllable, am I right? Guys?"

"..." A group of people discussed for a while, and finally seemed to confirm what Lancer said on the scene.

"So, this is when my value is reflected." Lancer said with a smile, "If nothing unexpected happens, Anaheim will be able to operate quickly, and then it will provide equipment to this unit in the name of conducting experiments." Lancer looked at all the generals, "If anyone objects or withdraws, these equipment belong to Anaheim, so of course they have to stay."

A group of generals nodded their heads, saying that such a means of containment was acceptable. And obviously, even though Lancer didn't mention it, the support of the Decepticons... If you have the guts, go sign an alliance!

"You've already said that the war won't last much longer. Where can I find the enemies you need to fight when the time comes? You know, I..." At this point, Sheffield was suddenly stuck. After all, some things that are not conducive to unity can be said but not done, and those who are doing them cannot be said. So many things cannot be judged by what is said, but by what they are doing.

"So, did you forget the first document..." Lancer said with a smile, "Although there are many reasons, in a word, SHIELD can no longer suppress it. It's true that they are the regulatory agency of the other world, but since some things want to come into the light of day, we have to give them some punishment in the light of day!"

Applause... arose immediately, and all the generals realized that this was a power grab, not just a small power grab of SHIELD, but more directly, an announcement that mankind had a different view of the so-called "peace" that might last for thousands of years, not to mention that the turmoil in the underground world this time had exceeded the tolerance limit of mankind.

As warriors of the new era, you now have to hold your weapons and have a good talk with these bastards of the old era. After all, the existence of these dark creatures is a threat to everyone! And some of these threats will not take into account whether you are really powerful or not.

SHIELD has a lot to share in the Skrulls' mess, but to be fair, they can't suppress the inner world anymore! Hundreds of years of peace are about to end, so who would be against more authority, because more authority means more power, which means more benefits!

Everybody was laughing, even Sheffield

Germany also sat down and applauded reluctantly, because for the army, fighting a war is not a problem, but having no war to fight is a disaster.

2-146 Planning

"Thank you for your hard work, Commander." Back in the car, M4's eyes were filled with unexpected joy. Lancer's command level somewhat amazed M4, although it seemed that Lancer's tactics were very... reckless. To put it simply, it was to fight fast with fast, through a series of quick raids, and then use the absolute information gap in a very short period of time to form a local situation of more against fewer, or superior firepower, quickly cut into the battlefield, and after achieving the goal, quickly escape.

M4 was very familiar with this kind of combat style. Yes, it was the combat style of their former commander. They were too poor and couldn't afford any damn war of attrition. So for a long time, their humanoid team had been very familiar with this kind of rapid intrusion and high-speed strike combat assault. The AR team, 404, Disobedience, and the temporarily formed QBZ team all gained the commander's attention and love because they could adapt to this kind of complex but extremely high-intensity combat situation.

If the scale of the battle really expands, it will probably be done by adding some arrangements such as induction, deception, containment, fire traps, etc., but it basically depends on the commander's mood for action planning. But in the end it is usually the above-mentioned teams that carry out the final intrusion and win the victory.

So on the surface, Lancer's overall command can be seen as reckless!

After being defeated by Reckless in four games, the opponents who were practicing the game began to think that they should have understood Lancer's command style. They were set up with fire traps by Lancer for two consecutive rounds and almost became autistic.

In the final 9 small-scale military battles, Lancer only lost the first two, which was able to illustrate Lancer's command level. When he walked out, the faces of the generals in the special operations command were very ugly. At least on paper, Lancer was a rookie who had never been to a formal military school for a day.

Then they pinned these "special warfare experts" to the ground and beat them.

"It's only right to win, otherwise all the suffering would have been in vain, right, little troublemaker." Lancer smiled, then reached out and pulled M4's little face. There was no need to guess, after losing two games just now, M4's little eyes had revealed that she was ready to provide "tactical guidance" services to Lancer.

But her preparations were completely useless, as Lancer's counterattack began. M4 watched with twinkling eyes as Lancer almost wiped out the enemy in the penultimate sentence, and even had time to order the soldiers to clean up the battlefield and other time-consuming and laborious orders, with full of taunts.

"Let's go. We'll just be in time for Frank Underwood's dinner. Damn it, should I change my clothes? It's really a bit of a headache to have congressmen and Democratic bigwigs meeting with the military in secret." Lancer shrugged, and then the agent standing at the door reached out and took Lancer's coat, and then Befa wiped Lancer's face.

Lancer looked at SOPII on the side, and SOPII made a gesture to Lancer that it was done. Obviously, M4 and Fei Ma didn't really go to the toilet when they went to the bathroom just now. Some intelligence equipment has been invested in the ventilation system of the Pentagon, and detailed intelligence will be sent back continuously.

"Lance, how are you going to deal with this expeditionary command?" Fei Ma knew one thing very well, Lancer was a lazy guy! Whether in the port area or from what the girls in M4 said, Lancer was definitely not a diligent person.

"The QBZ team has completed its withdrawal." M4 quickly reported to Lancer.

At this time, a group of women wearing dress uniforms or regular uniforms of the four military branches of the navy, army, air force, navy and army got into a Ford SUV one after another. After the last person, 561, got in, the vehicle started by itself and drove away.

Because the current situation is special, there are hundreds of thousands of Skrulls around the world who want to eat Lancer alive, so the girls of Lancer dare not relax at all. After all, even if there are jammers deployed, no one can guarantee that the other party will not use other methods to bribe, manipulate, or other means to make humans launch attacks.

Such actions have been used by the Skrulls in many Decepticon records. After all, for many people at the bottom of society, they don't care about the impact on the nation and the future of the human race. The hundreds of thousands of dollars in front of him, and

After forcing Lancer to transform the three Ford SUVs they had just bought into new Decepticons and naming them Noose, Guillotine, and Electric Chair, they formed a Wanderer team. Their combat style tends to be more camouflaged attacks and infiltration and raids behind enemy lines, which is somewhat different from the crankcase, hatchet, and crowbar.

Of course, Lancer had greeted Megatron about this Wanderer team and currently had them on loan to him. Megatron didn't care, as long as they were not Combiners. Lancer loaned some Decepticons with average combat effectiveness (better than Megatron who could kill Optimus Prime right after waking up in Transformers 1, in his eyes, with average combat effectiveness) as combat vehicles for his wives to travel.

Although driving is not a big deal for his girls, Lancer thinks that it is not a problem for his wife to have a few cars for transportation. In addition, he will need to give the special forces soldiers who have gathered here, whether they are training for combat with large monsters, some equipment to fight the Decepticons.

Suitable training subjects.

And any kind of simulation is obviously not as good as having three real people here. In a sense, Lancer still feels that he is a competent commander.

"The AR team has also evacuated. Tiancheng asked us where to meet." SOPII reported casually, then lay down behind Lancer, watching Lancer picking things up quickly over there, "Commander, do you plan to establish two teams with Team 141 and Team Lennox as the core?"

"Let's go to the restaurant. Today the old man is treating us to a high-end restaurant. He is tired of living. As for the last sentence you said, it's right." Lanser looked at the panel in his hand with a smile on his face. After he released his plan for the United Nations Expeditionary Special Operations Command, many inquiries have been uploaded to the originally empty command server, and the information of the soldiers of the world's elite special forces has been continuously delivered to Lanser's hands.

Lancer took a look and thought, wow, basically all the countries in the world have sent their best special forces to follow the Decepticons to fill the front line. However, from the latest reports, these special forces soldiers don't mind this at all, and are even happy to cooperate. After all... you find that some rooms in this building are a bit difficult to fight in, and a knife as big as the room can be stabbed in from the side and swept across. Who can withstand such support!

Looking at the knife tip poking out of the wall, I love it. What kind of people can be alive in this room? Just take a look and you can find them. If they are not dead, just shoot them again. So now these few but elite special forces from various countries are basically excellent accompanying infantry assigned to the Decepticons. They can clear all possible ambush soldiers inside nearby buildings when the Decepticons launch an attack.

So that there won't be a gymnastics superman here, use the advantage of your body shape to attack in the blind spot of the Decepticons and launch a sneak attack~

The Decepticons can provide close-range firepower support when the infantry needs to attack, and directly send away the opponent's defensive strongholds. The cooperation between them is far better than the damn infantry-tank cooperation at present.

Under such circumstances, Lancer's post-war plan is to divide the current fighters into two groups. Although the Decepticons are warlike by nature and they would definitely welcome being sent out to fight, it will definitely not be the same as it is now, with all members attacking. In this way, the situation will be very close to the previous cooperation between Atlas and the Decepticons.

The first group is mainly human, and those who are responsible for reconnaissance, search, raid, sabotage, and beheading behind enemy lines are this group of people, and they will also be the main elite template for the future of mankind. This group of people will be equipped with the best equipment, carrying the most advanced equipment that humans can currently provide, and will be equipped with a small number of small Decepticons or light assault troops such as Wanderers.

On the other side is a large-scale force mainly composed of Decepticons! These forces will enter the battlefield when the former is sure that the opponent has strong military force, and will launch a large-scale force with the premise of annihilation!

When Lancer was communicating with Megatron about this matter, Megatron was also very much in favor of it. They needed to continue to maintain the repressive deterrence of combat power over humans to prevent humans from coming up with some very strange ideas. Of course, in order to cooperate in combat, the Decepticons required humans to pay compensation. After Lancer reported this condition, it was quickly approved. The five good people were very happy that the Decepticons put forward conditions, but they were afraid that they did not have the conditions. Then Lancer's Anaheim received an additional capital injection, which was basically required to be used for specific purposes.

But when sorting out these materials, Lancer always felt as if there was something he had not considered carefully, as if he had missed something, so Lancer felt a little annoyed, but this did not prevent Lancer from thinking here and making plans for the future of Anaheim.

"Old man, are you waiting to go bankrupt today?" When his wives interrupted him, he was already indicating that Lancer and the others had arrived at the place, a high-end restaurant where Frank Underwood invited him to dinner. When Frank Underwood said he would treat Lancer to dinner, Lancer immediately said that if he still got away with using grilled ribs, the matter would not be over.

"Today's menu is a set menu." Frank Underwood smiled, and then smiled at Lancer's mother and Tiancheng who was chatting with her. "But I've already told the restaurant that some ladies have special appetites, so the portions will be larger than normal."

"Oh, thank you very much for your care." Fei's mother nodded, not interested in saying anything more. Moreover, Fei's mother knew very well that she should not steal Lanser's limelight at this time.

"You're welcome!" Frank looked up and down at Lancer in his navy uniform and said, "This one does look a lot better. It suits you." He said it with a double meaning in his hometown dialect, implying that Lancer needed their support, and also hinting at who Lancer should favor given his current identity.

After all, Lancer's next position will be either in the United Nations or in a company jointly funded by five great philanthropists. For the United States, even if Lancer's position is just neutral, it can be regarded as a disastrous failure for the United States.

After all, Lancer is nominally a US general, and since a US military officer controls these two entities, in essence

It can be said that the United States controls these two entities, but so far, it seems that these two entities have not taken any clear-cut actions, which makes the United States somewhat uneasy.

Because those who really know Lancer know that after stripping off these newly acquired identities, Lancer only has a close relationship with various departments and government agencies in the United States, but in essence, the CIA once gave Lancer a chance to become his gray glove, but Lancer refused. (Mainly because few people who become CIA white gloves have a good ending, let alone gray gloves.)

In general, they are close, but there is a clear line there. After crossing the line, you can see that the people Sheffield had boarded his ship, destroyed a small force without hesitation, and made direct sarcastic remarks at the Pentagon.

"You know, I don't know how many people have hinted at many things to me in the past few days?" Frank Underwood said with a smile on his face, leaving the words half-sentenced and letting people guess. This is the usual routine of this group of old politicians.

"Frank, just say whatever you want to say. I believe our relationship is different from the ones you're about to take me to meet." Lancer said with a smile. To be able to close a top restaurant, either someone like Stark, a socially anxious and dog-eater, can do it, or someone has enormous power and can do whatever he wants in Washington.

And it is obvious that the Democratic Party of the United States clearly possesses such power.

"I like assholes like you." Frank Underwood whispered in Lancer's ear, and before the waiter could react, he pushed open the door in front of him, "Welcome our Ukrainian war hero, the commander of the United Nations Expeditionary Special Operations Command, and the US Navy Rear Admiral! Lancer S. Valentine!"

The eardrum-vibrating applause suddenly broke out in the packed restaurant. There were hundreds of people, the real powerful figures in the Democratic Party. Lancer took a look and saw that, well, the real cutting edge of American power. One look at them revealed that many of the slogans were just slogans.

What else can I say? I put my legs together and saluted, "Greetings to the patriots of the United States of America." The colorful sedan was carried by everyone, it was just a few lip services.

The applause got louder. At least it sounded like... this was a statement from one of our own, wasn't it?

2-147 A tough day