Marvel Space and Time Administration Growth Log

As it turned out, when Carol used the contact information given by Fei Ma to contact the other party, although the other party still looked at her impatiently, the support they provided was indeed much better than before. Not only was the planning detailed, but they were also able to provide support at critical moments.

The soldiers she brought back were mostly wounded, and dozens of uninjured civilians and prisoners of war were dispersed by the Hydra Ukrainian branch through their channels. In order to facilitate Carol's transportation of the wounded, they also prepared two large restart rubber boats with the motors removed.

"Hurry! Prepare the car! Contact the field hospital in the rear and have them get ready to receive the patients. Their organs are bleeding, their pulse is weak, and they are close to shock! Their pupils are still reacting!" Several medical soldiers, not knowing whether it was intentional or not, directly put the two seriously injured soldiers on stretchers and ran towards the parking lot.

"...Huh, you guys are busy." Carol didn't know why she felt tired. She shook her hands and didn't plan to say anything more to the person in front of her. The energy in her body surged, and she stood up and flew directly into the air. She was saving people, killing people in the process of saving people, and it seemed that she had saved many innocent people.

Ever since she couldn't win the argument with Steve that day, she realized that she would definitely not be welcomed by most people this time! Especially since her position was at a so-called "neutral" angle.

Just like what the guy who was dressed in black all day, as if he wanted to melt into the darkness said, "Justice is the greatest virtue, but all justice has a stance from the beginning!"

"Justice that can't even protect one's own people is meaningless!"

"Look, those who died, those who survived miserably, where were you when they needed your justice?"

"I am their justice! Their messenger of revenge!"

"Revenge is meaningless to the dead! But it is survival for the living.

The meaning of going down!"

"Justice without fairness is just garbage!"

These words lingered in Carol's ears like a spell, causing this dark figure to appear in her mind every time she thought about similar things recently, like nine poisonous snakes, slowly entwining around Carol's body.

The Avenue is Invisible...

Without knowing it, Carol Danvers had been able to naturally accept the support from Hydra's Ukrainian branch without any hesitation or doubt at the beginning. This time, she was not even as cautious as before. When the mission was issued in the mission room, she was just given the address and a general description of the situation and Hydra's preparations. She set out without asking any questions or being on guard against anything.

This situation is generally called trust...or obedience!

"Well, at least she doesn't look that bad..." The adjutant, who didn't know Carol's condition, sighed as he watched Carol fly away. He lit a cigarette for himself, and then looked at the scene where a group of medics were busy bandaging the wounds of the wounded. He took a closer look and found that many of them were very weak from hunger, and seemed to have a cold.

The adjutant frowned, remembering that there seemed to be news recently that some infectious disease seemed to have broken out among the Skrulls, and it seemed to be quite serious. He blinked and felt that he should do something. After all, on the battlefield, especially in a land where the death toll had reached hundreds of thousands, the word infectious disease was definitely not good news.

So he motioned a medic who was transporting the seriously injured to come over and said, "Hey, ask them if there is an outbreak of any infectious disease among the Skrulls... If it is true, we must be prepared."

"..." The medic was stunned, but as a medic, his professional level was still online. He immediately realized the importance of what the person in front of him was saying.

"I understand. If it's true, I think we'd better isolate them for a while and provide them with a place to disinfect and wash their bodies, as well as new clothes." The medic took a deep breath and expressed his thoughts.

"I'll take care of it, so if you have any news, let me know so I can coordinate these as soon as possible."

"Yes, Major."

2-149 Training Ground

"Whoosh, whoosh..." With the sound of helicopter blades cutting through the air, a Chinook landed on the ground, and a team of American soldiers who had just completed combat rotation in Ukraine walked out of the helicopter with exhausted faces.

"Hey...hey...hey..." Epps patted Captain Lennox beside him, "Are these the guys from across the sea? And those French guys seem to have left a few weeks earlier than us..."

"Okay, I think I understand what happened." Lennox looked at his wife who was walking towards him, "Our vacation... will probably be in this base."

"No...it would be better for me to stay in Kiev. At least there are a lot of very hot girls there who need my help." Epps covered his face with his hands, looking sad.

"Well, at least we can still have some time off, but think about Jimmy and the others." Lennox shrugged.

"Don't mention it. It would be better if that guy was injured a little more seriously. Then he would be willing to give himself an injection. He doesn't have to stick his butt out every day waiting for others to care for his white and tender little butt like now." Epps showed a lewd smile on his face, and his big white teeth looked particularly abrupt against his dark skin.

"Oh, don't laugh so disgustingly..." Lennox was about to say something, but suddenly his expression froze, and then he suddenly shouted, "Get down!" Then he rushed forward two steps, knocked his wife and daughter directly to the ground, and then pressed them under him.

It was nothing else but a sharp explosion. For these soldiers, they were very familiar with this explosion. It was nothing else but the damn stun grenade. After this explosion, it meant that a group of fully armed soldiers began to rush in! The battle was imminent!

"Damn it! This is a trap! All our weapons have been taken away!" Epps screamed loudly, and then wanted to look back at the Chinook he was riding in. There should still be some self-defense weapons on it, but what he saw was the damn helicopter taking off from the ground.

"You get full marks for your reaction, but now is not your assessment time. Relax, this is the event that the Italians are competing for. Here, this is your report document, this is your clothing collection document, this is your meal card, and this is your room card. Okay, get up." 561 walked over to Lennox, picked up the camera and took a picture of him lying on top of his wife, ready to protect her with his own life.

Of course there were other American patients in his team, and when each team arrived, someone would assess their status.

Obviously, although what is happening now is definitely an accident, it is true that their reaction speed and efficiency have made them worthy of having just come down from the battlefield. Their vigilance, reaction speed, and discipline are very good.

"Uh..." Lennox looked at 561 who handed him a stack of documents.

He was a little stunned, but he immediately realized that they were already in a military base in the United States, and there seemed to be hundreds of soldiers here, and there were also many combat vehicles outside, so it was impossible for them to be attacked. Lennox let go of his wife awkwardly, and then stood up, "Okay, can you say it again?"

"Well...it actually says on the things that you just need to go to the conference room at 2100 for the meeting. Don't ask where the conference room is. It's in the Osprey maintenance warehouse next door." 561 said simply, "There's a small town nearby. You can go there to rest. You have three days to rest, but you need to go to the conference room at 2100 every night to attend the daily summary." 561 didn't waste any words. After explaining things, he left them there and left.

"Hey, so what's going on here..." Epps looked at the group of soldiers opposite him with sad faces, obviously they all looked worried. He went over to the captain who was chatting with his wife and whispered to him, "Our boss actually brought us to this place without saying a word to us. I thought we would land in New York!"

"Okay, just ask and you'll know. You still need to stay here for three more days even if you're on vacation, and..." Lennox brushed his wife's hair with a puzzled look on his face, "If it's normal, she can't come in."

"It's a family encouragement program." Lennox's wife explained softly, which answered Lennox's doubts. "It seems that everyone in this base is allowed to bring their families in, and... the commander of the base is a very strange person."

"Strange?" Lennox frowned.

"Yes, he received us when we came here. We also saw other soldiers saluted him before. Although he saluted back, he was a navy man and was wearing casual clothes in the barracks, so he was quite..." After recalling her actions carefully, Mrs. Lennox continued hesitantly, describing what she had seen.

"Maybe he hasn't gone to work yet?" Epps smacked his lips. Although no one would say anything to generals if they dressed to make themselves comfortable in the barracks, normally, they would be wearing regular uniforms at most. And as Mrs. Lennox said, wearing your own clothes in the barracks...

Generally there are only two possibilities. One is that one is a third-party contractor of the military camp, or one is a non-military personnel invited to the military camp. In short, if one holds a military position, one should generally wear a military uniform.

"Let's go to the restaurant! They have a very good Chinese buffet restaurant here." Lennox's wife pulled her husband and asked them to eat first. After all, the most important thing for them now was to have a good rest.

"Okay, I'm really hungry too." Lennox nodded and followed his wife to the restaurant to have something to eat. During their time in Ukraine, they were really fed up with those green-shelled rice dumplings. Although MREs were even more unpalatable, no one knew who made these things and made them everywhere in Ukraine.

In fact, this really has nothing to do with Lancer. Although the first batch was ordered by Lancer, the armies of various countries found that the stuff ordered by Lancer was indeed cheap. Moreover, it seems that only a certain Eastern country can supply so much demand on the front line in a short time.

"Why don't these newcomers come to ask questions?" A Russian standing in the distance looked back at the group of soldiers.

"They are from the US Army. I know them. They are fighting in Ukraine wearing desert camouflage... 20 US dollars. They will regret it in three days." A special forces soldier from a major oriental country shook the 20 US dollars in his hand, wanting to see if he could earn a little more.

"It's better not to put pressure on them. No one believes that they will get anything good." The Frenchman sighed and looked at the dejected soldiers walking out of the training ground not far away. His expression was somewhat gloating. "The Italians were defeated in 6 minutes. Why do I feel that they are the ones who are resisting resolutely..."

"Let's not talk about it... Who else will be fighting in the afternoon?" A British SAS officer looked at the dejected Italians and thought about the scene where they were dragged in and beaten up two days ago. The British officer stood with his hands on his hips helplessly, not knowing what to say.

"Probably it's just you and the guys from Brazil." The Frenchman looked at the British with a smile, and the British immediately glared back.

"Come on... I hope you won't be too unlucky." The soldier of the Eastern power patted the British man on the shoulder kindly, but the smile on the corner of his mouth could hardly be hidden.

"You can all go to hell! The Brazilians can't take us down." The British officer gave them a middle finger. "There are still ten days before the division. Be careful, or I'll kick your asses!"

These special forces are originally people with lofty ambitions. There are not many of them drawn from the front line, only a few or a dozen people in each group. They are going to carry out preliminary combined training here, and the first step of the training is to carry out practical combat training.

Yes, in a sense, Lancer, after communicating with the Pentagon and Congress, formally reported to the United Nations the Expeditionary Special Operations Command's plan to form a small-scale "experimental" force. This plan aroused the interest of countries around the world, except

Since 141 itself had great resistance and had not yet come, other countries had sent their elite troops to participate in the screening before the experiment.

Lancer knew very well that these guys were very arrogant, and it was almost impossible to make them behave themselves and not have any ulterior motives, so when the Lancers were still in Ukraine, they had already started to build a training point in this base.

He didn't have someone's support to build a fully realistic training ground, which was later expanded into a super training base with multiple training scenes. He could only use reinforced concrete, 3D projection, camouflage cloth, temporary wooden boards, and various temporary components to build a training ground for investigation.

As for what Lancer has planned now, many people think it is a very good training venue.

Of course, if field training is required, there is a ready-made training ground outside this training base and there is no need to rebuild it.

When these elite troops arrive, of course they will be given 100 killing blows first!

"Ha! British!" The Russian shook his head in disdain. 11 against 3, and they ended up being beaten to a pulp.

"You are so good." The British naturally heard the Russian's disdain and ridicule, and immediately retorted, "You Russians are eight people who beat the enemy until five of them are fighting, and then what? Within ten seconds, the enemy's grenade hit the defense position and all the hostages were killed!"

"Okay... everyone has their own way of being unlucky. Maybe we tried too hard to scare the Italians before. They are struggling desperately, but they only struggled for a few minutes." The French officer chuckled, "Look, the Germans over there look very bad. It's their turn tomorrow morning. I wonder if they can sleep tonight." As French people, they certainly wouldn't miss it if there was a German's embarrassing appearance to see.

"So I just hope that our General Lancer can show a little mercy..." As the Russian officer spoke, a group of people looked at a group of M4s sitting on the side, writing and drawing on a tablet. Obviously, this was giving a final score to their performance. Whether they could stay, who could stay, and how many of that country could stay might ultimately be determined by the score on the tablet.

It's not like no one has tried to get the data plate from M4, and some even formed a team. Yes, this bunch of lunatics did it, and even formed a team across national borders. But I have never heard of anyone succeeding, and instead some unlucky people reported to the infirmary.

"It looks like... they all have a very good relationship." Lancer sat in his office, watching a group of people across national borders gathered together and whispered. They seemed to have a very harmonious relationship. The large number of surveillance devices installed in the base, in addition to being used by the dolls to give scores, also allowed Lancer to see the scenes he wanted to see.

The only problem is that they seem to be trained a little too hard. Every day Lanser can see a large group of dejected unfortunates. "Should I let... um? Is it time for afternoon tea?"

While Lancer was thinking, the table in front of him was lifted a little by Befa, and then the agent pushed the dining table over, with small steamers on it to keep it warm.

"Enjoy your meal. You should take a short rest after eating. After all, long hours of work will make you very tired." Befa looked at Lanser gently. "The agent will help you solve these problems."

"Gulp..." Lancer swallowed. It's not that he thought the agent couldn't do it, but he was afraid that the agent would go too far... After all, in order to have a good sleep yesterday, the agent and Springfield defeated two Spanish special forces and left no chance for the enemy to survive. And today, the Spanish team is still undergoing high-intensity training for their failure.

"Are you hungry? Then eat quickly." Befa took Lancer's swallowing of saliva as a reaction to his hunger, and simply brought the fish porridge and other snacks to him, and began to signal to Lancer that it was time for afternoon tea.

"Lance, eat quickly. Someone is coming from New York, and it's an old acquaintance. He will arrive in about half an hour. He probably wants to borrow some manpower to assist." Fei's mother, who was dozing on the sofa covered with Lancer's coat, took out Lancer's cell phone, glanced at the message, and said briefly.

"Oh? Who is it?"

"Colson and Sitwell."

"It's been a while indeed."

2-150 How strong are they? (6K)

"Welcome to the League of Losers!" After hearing the sound of the door opening, the French officer took a glance and shouted with a smile to Lennox and others who walked into the bar dejectedly, "Bartender, give them a glass of beer to calm them down."

Epps gave them a middle finger and said, "Go to hell! Frenchmen!" France currently ranks first in Europe in terms of comprehensive performance, which has made the French very excited in this base recently. Anyway, no one can take the first place from them in a short period of time. Before China, the United States and Russia transfer back their top special forces, they can still be proud for a long time.

Lennox and his team had just finished playing, and the players' mentality was a little exploded. They were specially allowed to take advantage of the afternoon break to go to the town near the base to relax a little, but they had to attend the usual review meeting at 2100 in the evening.

"I'll have to go back and be hung up and laughed at by them...ah..." After sitting down, the beer was quickly placed in front of them. Epps did not refuse, but after taking a sip, he said this with a sad face.

"The machine gunner was killed by a sniper in one minute, and then three people were killed by booby traps laid by the enemy during the search. Because they were too close, three were killed by grenade launchers. A seriously injured soldier was blocked and killed by the enemy when he had to evacuate. The death corridor... huh... 1 minutes and 3 seconds. No wonder others were so careful in the battle. By the way, do you remember how the Chinese managed to hold on for 5 minutes yesterday?" Lennox was now exhausted.

Lennox felt that his team had been as careful as possible, but after seeing the crazy behavior of Lancer's guards, he began to feel that people have different talents. You have to admit this. Lancer's close women were recruited from nowhere, and each one was more terrifying than the other.

"We relied on four snipers who fought desperately with the enemy snipers, and the rest of us attacked in a nearly skirmish line assault, but it was useless in the end... The enemy's close combat skills were terrifying, and we were all beaten to death before the maid came out. This is for you." The captain of a Chinese special operations team who passed by dropped a plate of snacks. His surname was Lei, a 4-meter-tall man from Northeast China, and was called Lei Lao Hu by his teammates.

Before, during an internal conflict (I don't know when internal training was called an internal conflict), he showed off to others how he could suppress a 180° fan-shaped area with short bursts of fire from an assault rifle with both hands (there are really people who can do this, don't underestimate the lunatics trained by the country folk, learn about the full-equipment assault on the plateau...), blocked the Swedish mountain infantry's assault route by himself, and then his team ended the battle with 12 grenades on the side, and then his name Lei Lao Hu began to spread among special forces all over the world.

"Has anyone raided their core area?" Lennox looked back and saw that most of the people there were from the military camp. He picked up his beer, gestured to his teammates, stood up and went over to chat with others.

"Yes..." The Frenchman Martin, who seemed to be very rich and often treated guests, was called Saint Martin. He gestured to the Brazilians opposite him, "They went in."

"And then they stepped on a landmine and were killed..." The Brazilian officer didn't care. He spread his hands and introduced them to Lennox. "These women are mainly divided into two teams. One team's fighting style is more inclined to interspersed counterattacks, and the other team likes to push forward. Anyway, there is not much difference. They all lose. In addition, there is a maid who often dies to protect our commander's lunch or sleep time, and that monster sniper who uses a Springfield rifle."

"Springfield rifle monster sniper?" Lennox and his team were ravaged by the QBZ team today. Springfield was busy cooking, so he had no time to join the battle. Similarly, 95 was also in a hurry to go back to cook, so he was beaten more badly.

"Don't you Americans like to swing your guns?" Joseph, who called himself Ice Point, took a sip of vodka and looked a little unhappy. "The first time, she swung her gun like a dance and knocked down half of our team. The distance was about 200 meters. If anyone showed their heads, they would be shot."

"She doesn't change the bullet?" Lennox smacked his lips. Wow, it turns out that the level they are fighting today is not the highest difficulty level. Who knows where the strongest monsters are.

"No, she changed. We saw it. Three of the half-team members thought this was a good opportunity and stuck their heads out to suppress the shooting, and then they were all killed." Joseph shook his head. "The general is fair. He won't give any side any cheats. As long as you can do it, you can jump directly to the third floor like those people in the Chinese team. He doesn't care, because we will basically face this type of crazy people in the future."

"Including the use of a large number of drones?" Lennox rubbed his face. It was not that he was tricked by the QBZ team using the drone team, but in order to understand what his opponent was like, he went to watch the battle between the Germans and the enemy.

The battle began, more than 100 drones suddenly broke into the battlefield, and then the battle ended... The Germans were all wiped out in 2 minutes. The cause of death was that the anti-drone electronic exhibition equipment was deployed before the opening. Seeing the 1 kg of C4 tied under the recycled cheap drones, everyone's face turned green. What kind of damn terrorist attribute did their commander have!

The Germans gritted their teeth and added twice the normal amount of jamming equipment to the squad... but it was pointless. When they were fighting with John and his team, they were beaten to a pulp by the fully automatic unmanned shooting platform they threw in.

"By the way, tomorrow afternoon, another veteran squad of General Lancer will confront you. Be prepared." St. Martin gestured to Lennox on the opposite side. If their commander doesn't behave himself after some events, he will definitely be a coward.

"Ah?" Lennox was stunned for a moment, "Are you more difficult than these ladies?"

"The veterans... their level is about the same as ours, they have rich combat experience and better equipment, but they are not as difficult to fight as these ladies, but..." Joseph smacked his lips, tapped the table, and his expression suddenly became irritated.

"Sandstorm Lord, no one would have thought that General Lancer had such a big boss under his command." Lei Lao Hu also came over and looked at him with an unpleasant look.

, crushed the cigarette on the ground, looked at Lennox's confused eyes, smiled bitterly and said, "His strength is beyond that of a normal person. Joseph was almost killed by one punch from him, and he is immune to bullets, explosions, and cuts. If you see him in the work area, you'd better run away."

"...Superpowers?" Lennox hesitated and expressed his guess, but generally superpowers seldom participated in their battles, because after all, most of the battles of superpowers were limited to visual distance, and the fighting method of human armies had long broken through the visual distance. In modern times, indirect explosives have completely eliminated them from the main combat force.

"Yes, a superpower. I have never seen a superpower who is so suitable for modern warfare. Modern electronic equipment is just a piece of shit in front of him. He can't be killed by guns and it is almost impossible for him to win in close combat." Captain Hunter of the British SAS said helplessly while chewing a pickle. I heard that 141 had a fight with him. I don't know how they survived.

"So this is the strongest fighting force in the hands of our General Lancer?" Lennox frowned. Those girls were simply good at fighting and were easy to deal with. But if the opponent was a mutant who was almost immune to the killing of modern armies, it would really make people feel a little confused.

"You... didn't you just come back from Ukraine? How could you not know?" St. Martin looked at Lennox with a strange look, as if to say, are you kidding me?

"Okay... I remember now, the other ladies, right? They... are finished?" After drinking the beer in his hand, Lennox signaled to the bartender to add more wine to the table.

"No, not really. It is said that the reason is that they feel sorry for the money." Lei Lao Hu smacked his lips. He didn't know what money he felt sorry for. When he came, the superiors meant to watch carefully, learn well, and not be afraid to spend money. They would buy whatever the other party wanted. The entire team had applied for a credit card with the maximum limit.

"Well... from what I know, if it is really those people who attacked Ukraine." Lennox shook his head, "probably the entire base needs to be rebuilt. Maybe General Lancer doesn't want to pay the army for it."

"Is it so exaggerated? To be honest, I was originally going to be in the next batch going to Ukraine. What's the situation over there?!" Lei Laohu spread his hands. It was said that the troops who went there before had a somewhat difficult fight. They were all top troops at the military region level. Basically, they all reached the 20% loss line soon and retreated for rest and rotation.

Of course, there are definitely some who are not convinced and think they can still fight and continue to fight, but do you think Old Wei will listen to their excuses? Get off my feet! The Decepticons stuffed all of them into helicopters and kicked them back to Crimea, and then directly transferred to passenger planes at the airport and packed up to return home.

Then when it was originally Lei Laohu and his men's turn to go to Ukraine to fight, an officer suddenly came on the plane, whispered a few words to the captain, and then directly announced that we are not going to Ukraine, but to the United States. Why are we going to the United States? You will know when we land.

Yes, we did find out after we landed, and then we were beaten.

After half a month of close combat training, we never lost in internal fights and never won in external fights!

Fuck it…

"I participated in the defensive battle that mobilized the Skrulls." Lennox looked at the people at the table, "It was the battle where a group of Soviet veterans fought the Skrulls to the death." When he said this, the atmosphere at the table suddenly froze.

"And?" St. Martin put down his wine glass and tilted his head to look at Lennox. This was the first experience he talked about. He was one of the few among them who fought on the battlefield in Ukraine and was suspected to have cooperated with Lancer under certain circumstances.

Everyone present had received orders from their superiors to collect as much information as possible about Lancer's and the women around him. After all, the terrifying roar off the coast of New York was the world's first real impression of Lancer's power. The entire battle made the entire New Yorker buzz!

(Then something very strange happened. I don’t know if the people on Wall Street were shocked, but the stock market skyrocketed the next day! It was very confusing, but Lanser in this dimension didn’t have a housekeeper who was trading stocks or mining, so it didn’t affect Lanser at all.)