Marvel Space and Time Administration Growth Log

Doom was full of disdain for Stark's reaction. What a piece of trash, pretending to know nothing about magic. Well, he did research something for him, but only a little.

"Okay, Mr. Doom, how long will it take Stark to wake up?" Lancer has already gotten up, and the agent has come in to change Lancer's clothes. The big fox is also "helping". The agent is glaring at Tiancheng with an unhappy look, but he really can't beat him.

"About two hours." Doom looked at Stark and estimated the time. "But his magic resistance is very low, so it may take longer."

"Understood, I'll arrange for soldiers to move his bed to the bunker next door." Lanser pinched Tiancheng's little face and told her to sleep a little longer. It was estimated that there was still some time before the trial began. Then he stopped the agent and walked out of his lounge. "Be careful, the other party is a magical civilization, and our monitoring equipment may not be able to detect their people."

"I see. We've done a little bit to counter it." Doom sneered. He left a triggered hellfire array next to the hammer, hoping that the other party would like it. He was also very sure that the woman from Lancer (Tiancheng) did not dance in vain in it. There must be something left behind.

"By the way, is either Lord Shockwave or Megatron online?" Lancer walked into the corridor. The French and Spanish were patrolling there at the moment. The soldiers were surprised to see Lancer, but they all saluted quickly.

This general is really capable. The base he arranged looks stable, but in fact the focus is all on a fan-shaped expansion direction. The highlight is the firepower stranglehold centered on the hammer. The shooting range is extremely clean, and this direction seems to be easier to break through due to the terrain.

In short, these soldiers who were originally from special operations forces felt their scalps tingling. Lancer did not waste any time and conducted several large-scale exercises at this base in the past two days. The attacking side was disgusted by Lancer's various advance arrangements and almost vomited, and this was on the premise that they knew what the arrangements were.

"I'm here, Shockwave is here too." Megatron has already returned to Ukraine, but he has been online all the time. After all, even if he can't participate in such a trial drama as a background boss and beat up the heirs of Asgard, and they will thank him for the beating afterwards, it is worth it even if he just watches from the sidelines.

It's worth seeing.

"Energy block..." Lancer said it was an unexpected idea. After two days of tossing and turning, Shockwave and Stark did extract energy from the hammer. And the purity of this energy was far higher than the energy blocks produced by the fusion reactor before.

If I must add a description, it would be that ordinary energy blocks only keep them full, but these energy blocks made now, in addition to being able to keep the Decepticons full, are also equivalent to taking a tonic, which is very... surprising to Lao Wei. It turns out that making friends with the Earthlings seems to be more valuable than fighting with them.

"They have all been transported away by the explosion. I'm requesting that a tank team be dispatched to guard the place." Shockwave's explanation was very simple. This was a good thing, and it was very good news for the Decepticons. In fact, for the Decepticons, the days of hunger and fullness were too long, and most of their bodies had suffered some damage. This energy block was simply the best news for their bodies.

"Lancer, do you need it?" Megatron directly threw the question to Lancer. As an ally, this was the minimum respect. Besides, the protagonist this time should be human. If Lancer asked, he would definitely be willing to send him. Although Shockwave was capable of fighting, there was only a Wanderer Squad on the side, which was at most a second-line combat force, and was not good enough at all.

"It's a trial, not a real invasion battle." Lanser shook his head. This was indeed a trial, but it was actually aimed at two people. Unfortunately, the results of the trials for these two people did not seem to meet Odin's expectations. "The front line is still more important. Ending the battle as soon as possible will benefit everyone."

"That's right!" Megatron closed his claws, and the metal blade directly cut an abomination into two pieces. The Skrulls seemed to be facing the current bad situation and realized that their chances were running out. They brazenly launched a large-scale counterattack, which was why Megatron came and went back quickly. "Shockwave, keep those energy blocks!"

"Understood. I will defend to the death." Shockwave turned his head and looked at the energy blocks that were constantly being transported out of the track beside him. He was very satisfied, "But I need another explosion."

"Okay!" Megatron did not refuse. This energy block boosted the morale of the Decepticon front line. After all, no one had thought that there would be such a strange energy block.

"Then I'll arrange for someone to transport your energy blocks to a base farther away, so that at least it can be guaranteed to be safe, how about that?" Lanser interrupted. He didn't expect that his casual plan would actually work out. He hoped that this would not weaken the power in the hammer.

"Good idea." Shockwave nodded immediately. If the base exploded and the energy blocks in front of him also exploded, there was no doubt that Shockwave would be furious!

"Okay! Lancer's communication is over." Lancer cut off the communication here and quickly walked down the stairs. The American engineers' craftsmanship was good. With the help of large-scale engineering equipment, they quickly prepared according to Lancer's requirements. He walked into the excavated semi-basement command center. Unlike the high-tech command center in the original movie, this place made people feel safe, which was praised by Lancer's wives.

"Guys, we are all spectators from now on. Remember, everything should be done according to the plan!" Lanser took the communicator handed over by a soldier next to him and looked at the mark on the command system. "Is this the Lennox team? This is Lanser, can you hear me clearly?"

"Yes, General Lancer, the communication is very clear." Lennox responded very quickly. They were now in an SUV, wearing casual clothes, which were not too eye-catching. They were now outside a hospital.

"Report the other party's situation and how you found him." Lancer was somewhat surprised that he could find Thor so quickly. After all, it was like casting a wide net to catch small fish, and it was really not easy to find a person in a society.

"Well... we watched him get hit by a car, and then we jumped up and scolded the other person." Lennox said directly.

"...That's it?" Lanser twitched his lips. In this world with many people with special powers, mutants, and aliens, not being able to be killed by a car accident is not an exaggerated ability.

"It's a truck, General..."

"Okay, raise your spirits and pay attention."

"Uh... General Lancer, I really want to see him jump out of the window..."

"…Which floor?"

"5nd floor?"

"Awesome..."

2-154 The Trial of a Dilemma

"The drone is in place! Um... should we release the Predator?" The operator was a little confused. The drone they were using now was a drone that was manually improved by SOPII, and it was used for array networking and observation and surveillance. Those who had used it said it was good, and many people wanted one. Anyway, this was probably the first hit product in Anaheim.

I don't know if this is the right thing to do. Anyway, after Lancer used drones on a large scale to teach soldiers a lesson, countries seem to have started making some small and cheap drones for soldiers to carry. Even if the load after modification is definitely not as exaggerated as SOPII's hand-made drones, but even 300 grams of C4 is terrifying!

It also comes with a drone's fragmentation damage...

"No, it's enough to be able to see clearly. Oh, he was hit again?" Lanser stood there and looked at the screen. "Project it to the big screen."

"Okay!" The operator simply pressed the button twice, and the central screen in the command room lit up.

"I remember this is the woman who looked down on Martin a few days ago. Her name is... Jane?" Lanser tilted his head and looked at the picture on the screen. "Look, this is the difference between you and the prince. When you get hit, you curse at the rough guy driving the car, but when he gets hit, he... a beautiful lady."

"That General Lancer... is nothing, injured by a truckload of concubines?" Several officers looked at each other, Hunter said in a low voice, and then was pushed by Lei Lao Hu next to him, indicating that 79, who was not far away, had already glanced over.

"Stop talking, it's your turn for training tomorrow. If you get beaten, I can at most carry you to the infirmary." Lei Lao Hu said in a low voice, "You're just kidding. If you offend these devils, don't drag us into it. When you get beaten, we will only be responsible for cheering for you from the sidelines and see if we can match the rhythm of your beating."

Lancer didn't care about these at all. After all, right next to Lancer, at least the few officers around him naturally laughed happily along with Lancer's jokes. After all, they were now watching a prince of an interstellar empire suffer on Earth.

"Sitwell, the identity of our Royal Highness the Prince has been confirmed by Shockwave. The heir to the throne of Asgard, Thor, the God of Thunder, should be undergoing his trial now. I have already reported this to my superiors, and I think you should have received the corresponding instructions, right?" Lancer signaled the surveillance team nearby to keep a certain distance and not to follow too closely.

Actually, for this kind of tracking and surveillance, Lancer wanted to transfer people from the FBI. After all, compared to these soldiers who were used to being straightforward, FBI agents were better at this kind of operation. If Lancer directly let these rough guys go forward, anyone who was not a fool would find out.

However, the Pentagon firmly rejected Lancer's plan to call on the FBI. The Pentagon knew very well that Lancer already had a position in the FBI, and it would not be a problem to second a team of people.

but!

No! When has the FBI ever been involved in what the US military is doing? Do they have to blow up their cars afterwards?! In short, they allowed Lancer to use all the means he could, but only military means. Then the two sides argued for a while. Of course, Amagi was very professional in this regard. In the end, the Pentagon had to admit that since SHIELD had intervened in this matter in advance, their power could still be used.

"Yes... My scalp is tingling as I look at the information you gave me." Sitwell put down the information in his hand. Pierce's attitude was that since the military wanted to take the lead, let them go. When they messed up, SHIELD would take over completely.

But Sitwell had a lot of complaints about Pierce's idea. After all, Lancer had only been a soldier for a few days, and he was a notorious troublemaker who did not play by the rules. So Sitwell thought that he would receive a call soon.

Well, this time the phone didn't come, but the radio did ring.

"Lance, do you want us to monitor or go directly to him?" Coulson also had a bitter smile on his face. After all, Pierce had already made a decision to focus on the military, and SHIELD was just cooperating. But Coulson was also very curious, why would an alien prince be here? Could the so-called trials in the myths be true? !

"We need to make contact, but not now. We need to keep monitoring. We need to make sure that his trial is just a trial and will not turn into a disaster due to unexpected circumstances." Lancer crossed his arms and said in a dark tone, "If there is no accident, our ancestors should have had contact with Asgard and may even have made some kind of covenant. If the specific text is not available or there is no time to investigate, we must ensure the personal safety of the other party from any perspective and not give an interstellar civilization a reason to cause trouble for us."

"This is the most troublesome option." Sitwell and Coulson looked at each other in the car, both of them with helpless expressions. Lancer was right, yes, definitely right. As the weaker party, humans had no right to bargain. Humans could only choose to accept the decision made by Asgard.

But Lancer's judgment is a typical one made by a boss who wants everything!

Now the Asgardian prince who was brought into the car by this beautiful woman was at least one of the five good people! For their security work, there was only one standard: strangle all dangers, even all troubles that might threaten them!

Destroy them all! No one will be left alive!

This is normal operating procedure!

If his safety is to be guaranteed, it should be carried out in this state. Lancer's soldiers will occupy all the key positions nearby, then block the roads and deploy defenses to ensure that no danger can approach the prince!

But it's impossible to do that! There's no possibility at all!

They are here for a “trial”!

Lancer's guess was confirmed by Megatron, which was consistent with his stereotype of Asgardians. Because they were born powerful, they would really make all kinds of strange "trials", especially for key figures like the heir to the throne.

This is not just a simple tradition. In a sense, it also allows him to get in touch with the real situation of this world, so that they can understand the universe.

To understand their own identities, the conflicts between various ethnic groups, and even the various knowledge they need to master, is in a sense a journey of thousands of miles.

This is an overwhelming trouble for humans!

Since it is a trial, it must be accompanied by danger! Without danger, it is called traveling...

But when the prince was in danger, humans could not rescue him immediately! After all, without experiencing danger, the so-called trial was meaningless. The prince would not gain fixed growth in this "trial"! Therefore, excessive interference would not only not get Asgard's gratitude, but would even attract the other party's anger.

But if something unexpected happened to him during the trial...

Do humans dare to bet that Asgard's accusation fleet will not arrive? No one dares!

At least Lancer was very sure that if he were the king of Asgard and his son died in a civilized land like humans that had not yet stepped out of the atmosphere, then humans would definitely not have any good results! What fleet? Letting you die is the greatest mercy!

So this is a fatally contradictory choice.

"The hotel across the street has been vacated. We just happened to have rented it out for you to live in." Lanser shook his head and threw away his chaotic thoughts. "Can you guarantee surveillance? If necessary, I can also have someone take over the store on the other side."

"No need, it's enough. The location of the hotel is just right. There will be two other groups of people monitoring them nearby and maintaining regular contact once an hour. If the contact is interrupted..." Sitwell stopped here.

"Three nearby attack teams are going to force their way into our unfortunate professor's house," Lancer continued. "But to be honest, that's definitely not a good idea."

"If you have something better." Sitwell teased Lancer, "The prince's power is sealed now, but considering his physical fitness, we may not be enough for him to defeat him."

"Don't worry, you will get strong support if necessary." Lancer gave Sitwell a reassurance, "Lancer communication ended."

"General, will the people from SHIELD..." The Spanish officer beside Lancer hesitated for a moment, and finally spoke. After all, just like the previous incident that caused them to be punished and run away, the number of Skrulls in SHIELD... What's more, no one can guarantee that the Skrulls will not know about this and deliberately launch an attack to anger Asgard.

"The Wanderer Squad is parked right in front of their door." Lancer said with a smile, "And those three groups are the bayonets pointing at the back of SHIELD. They won't do anything stupid, and..." Lancer stretched out his hand and knocked on the table, "Things won't be that simple. I don't know how long his existence can be concealed." Lancer sighed.

To keep a secret, one must ensure that as few people as possible know about it. However, if Lancer's unit wants to take action, there is no way Lancer will not report it to the Five Great Benefactors. And then he doesn't know how the news will spread among the Five Great Benefactors themselves. After all, this matter is too big, and Lancer has no way of estimating it.

At least one thing is certain, Frank Underwood and Lancer have complained that just banning the media and preventing them from coming to cause trouble has exhausted most of his energy!

Haha! The United States’ ability to keep secrets is number one in the world!

"Then let's..."

"Stay alert. I'm on the first shift in three hours. You guys come according to your ranks. Befa, get me a camp bed."

"Yes, Master."

"Did you hear that, Master? General Lancer is playing..."

"Shut up! Do you want to die, Hunter?"

2-155 Thor's First Meeting

"So we're going to be a lovable villain, right?" Sitwell pulled his suit and looked at Professor Xavier's residence not far away. Lancer needed them to pay a visit to Professor Xavier in the name of S.H.I.E.L.D. After all, it was not normal for a truck to hit a guy who looked fine, so it was normal for S.H.I.E.L.D. to conduct an investigation.

Professor Shavig led two of his students to conduct astronomical research, but in addition to astronomy, Professor Shavig's research also included a lot of mythology. Although in scientific research, many research directions are not necessarily "scientific", Professor Shavig's research can be regarded as a "heresy" that is not well received.

If he wanted to conduct astronomical research, he had to stay away from big cities. The light pollution in big cities could already block the starry sky at night, so he went to such a remote town to conduct research. Professor Shavig was not a scientist with huge funds, so he could only use some relatively simple equipment (pulled by a pickup truck), and such a small town, with low living expenses, also met his needs and relieved his financial pressure.

"Do you want us to send some soldiers to perform for you?" Lanser asked during the communication. After all, for ordinary Americans, if they come to their door in police uniforms, they will receive a ticket; if they come to their door in suits, they will receive a bill; if they come to their door in military uniforms, they will almost think of everything that is bad; if they carry guns, lie down, face down, and put their hands on their heads...

Therefore, the air in the United States is free and sweet, and the people are law-abiding and conscious...

Because I really will eat it if I don't accept it

shot!

"No need. Let's go up and communicate. I think a prince should be a reasonable and civilized person." Coulson imagined the intelligence of royal nobles from various countries in his impression. Even some natives would not be rude.

Then, the moment he knocked on Professor Shavig's door, Coulson decided to gouge out his own eyes, and then use the memory-clearing stuff on himself!

The blond 2ha was holding the plate and eating like crazy...

Image? What is that?

"Who are you..." Professor Shavig looked at the man in front of him with vigilance. Ever since they picked up this person yesterday, Professor Shavig had a strange feeling of unreality. These people in front of him, dressed in standard black suits and looking very capable, seemed to be from the secret government agencies.

"Agent Coulson of S.H.I.E.L.D., this is my colleague, Agent Sitwell." Coulson shrugged with a very peaceful smile on his face. Yes, it was the same smile when he went to the Springfield Coffee Shop to abduct Skye and was kicked out by Tiye. Then Coulson and Sitwell rarely showed their credentials to Professor Shavig.

"S.H.I.E.L.D....S.H.I.E.L.D.?!" Professor Shavig was still stunned when he heard this unfamiliar term. After all, professors in universities like them did not live under these shadows, so they naturally did not often deal with organizations like S.H.I.E.L.D., so they did not react at all for a while...

But the fact that he didn't react at first didn't mean that he didn't know what SHIELD was. After all, the base of this agency was openly located in New York, and a series of true and false urban legends and movie stories revolved around this agency.

When he uttered the second syllable of the name, Professor Shavig suddenly remembered what SHIELD was. It seemed that his research and the person in the room who didn't look so normal could be classified under the jurisdiction of SHIELD!

Then Savig made the standard reaction of an American facing an American institution. He instinctively wanted to close the door, but Colson was obviously experienced. Before he could make a move, his shiny leather shoes were stuck in the crack of the door.

"You should know that there have been a lot of US military incidents on the streets recently. They are affiliated with the United Nations Expeditionary Special Operations Command, and they also have the authority to deal with some mysterious incidents. Now that I'm out, they are the ones who are here." Coulson said with a smile, "Although I checked and found that this house is insured, and your car is also insured, but if the Special Operations Command ordered the attack, do you think the insurance company will pay you?"

"..." Professor Shavig looked at the people in front of him with a grim face. Recently, there have been so many American soldiers on the streets that this originally peaceful town has become a little busy. Every day, they can be seen eating, shopping, and drinking everywhere, but for some reason, the officers of the base will let them out during the day, but after seven o'clock in the afternoon, these soldiers will all run back to the base.

What makes soldiers from various countries obey regulations and orders so obediently is not some regulations or high-pressure orders, but those who exceed the time to return to the camp will form a special team the next day and enjoy the warm-up of the AR team and the QBZ team. Occasionally, the Wanderer team will be added. Then, in the online discussion meeting, they will be the first to be seriously whipped...ah, discussion.

"So, let's talk?" Coulson looked at Professor Savig in front of him with a businesslike smile and put forward his own opinion. Of course, he now had an idea. He hoped that Professor Savig in front of him would be more principled. In this way, they could just turn around and leave to see how the well-mannered Lancer would deal with the professor and the prince in front of him.

"Okay, but I hope you remember that we are not prisoners!" Professor Shavig was silent for a moment, opened the door, left a weak word, turned around and walked into the room.

"Are you monitoring this range?" After entering the room, Sitwell immediately saw a large number of computer devices. He immediately narrowed his eyes. In fact, their SHIELD might not have as detailed data as Lancer's, which made them somewhat unhappy. They had wanted Lancer to share data because they were all agencies of the United Nations and the United States.

In response, Lancer shrugged and pointed at Stark and Doom, saying that Chkalov had slept with him that night and the data was in their hands, so it would be better for you to go there yourself.

Coulson glanced at Stark, who was roaring at Doom because he was unhappy with the sleeping spell he had taken, and at Doom, who was completely ignoring Stark's use of the spell to detect something...

Coulson didn't think about it and chose the easy difficulty. Giving up was a wise choice. Moreover, Coulson knew very well that this was pure nonsense! Lancer didn't want to give them anything, so he said that. Did he really think they didn't know when Stark and Doom came? Why didn't you say that the data was in Megatron's hands?

But today they unexpectedly discovered that Professor Shavig in front of them seemed to have recorded relevant data and video materials about Asgard opening the Rainbow Bridge, which should not be missed.

"We did record some things, but these are our assets. You have no right to take away our support." Professor Shavig turned around and looked seriously at Sitwell in front of him.

“We just ask for sharing if necessary.

, we can provide some funds as your subsidy. " Sitwell glanced at the Asgardian prince who was looking at them, and his eyes instantly became polite. He put on a negotiable look and negotiated with Professor Shavig.

"..." Shavig was silent for a moment, "If you are willing to pay some compensation, I can disclose some of my research to you."

"Okay, we'll talk about it later." Sitwell made a very happy expression. Hey, he ate a melon today and actually paid for the medicine. He hoped Pierce wouldn't mind later.

"So, you are the ones who have been monitoring me for a whole day?" After finishing the beer in his hand, Thor stared at Coulson who was walking towards him. This long adventure did not leave him with nothing. His intuition told him that he was sure that the people in front of him were coming for him.

"Yes." Coulson pulled out the chair opposite Thor and sat down directly. "We are a government agency responsible for protecting most people from another reality of this world, and obviously, you should be that 'reality'." Coulson took out two photos, one of Thor colliding with the truck, and the other of the truck in the repair shop afterwards.