Marvel Space and Time Administration Growth Log

"It's not like I'm driving the drill bit in, I'm just fixing the screw, what a coward!" While SOPII was complaining, the motor started to work and the electric wrench drilled the screw into the originally reserved fixing hole.

"My head is buzzing..." Lei Lao Hu muttered softly. This experience was really terrible. He always felt that this thing was more like a pistol drill than an electric wrench. Sooner or later, it would hit his forehead with a "sizzle..." and then his imagination would open up.

Then RO635 next to her waved to several Chinese soldiers, signaling them to help her lift the 12-kilogram Gatling machine gun and then move it to Lei Lao Hu's wrist.

Lei Lao Hu looked at RO635 in despair as he took out a screw that was about 10 centimeters long… “Isn’t this really just drilling a hole in my arm?”

"If you want, I can help!" RO635 pulled the trigger of the electric screwdriver twice, and the motor made a sound, which was obviously intended to intimidate the soldier in front of him.

Looking at RO635's sparkling eyes, Lei Lao Hu swallowed his saliva. He swore that he had never been bullied like this in his life! And... and... and he was sure that he could not beat this little girl who bullied him! Yes, they all saw it.

How did the QBZ team on the side just rush forward, launch a collective surprise attack and pin down the big guy named Thor!

And how that big guy beat the hell out of all of them without using lethal force!

So in the end, Lei Lao Hu lowered his head in resignation. However, in order to distract himself from thinking about the three little girls drilling into him with something that looked like a pistol drill, he said, "Commander, can I ask a question?"

"Speak." Lanser held his chin with one hand. When he heard Lei Lao Hu speak, he said something, and then motioned his girls to continue. Don't be polite. Don't give these idiots a chance to breathe. They are really lawless. Do they treat the prohibition order they said as air? Let my wives remove the weight on the battery tomorrow! Go around in circles for me.

"General, what are you going to do with that big guy? It seems like you're going to give him a...make-up exam?" Lei Lao Hu tried his best to use a calm tone to prevent himself from thinking about other things.

"Oh, he will be sent to Ukraine, and then be responsible for arranging matters related to refugees." Lancer said with a smile. After he finished speaking, a group of soldiers began to smile. Their commander was indeed a black-bellied person. This mess was really a trouble. The whole job was a thankless task.

Because Ukraine is now experiencing a war that is almost a race war, and it is almost certain that most of the middle and upper classes are suspected of selling out their country to some extent. Even if the original domestic management system is not in tatters, it is almost completely untrustworthy. Then everything needs to be rebuilt by the United Nations (the five permanent members have already proposed to divide the responsibility areas for reconstruction after the war. Does it look familiar? Of course it is familiar).

Not to mention the complexity of the matter, it requires communication and coordination with a large number of departments. It may take some time just to figure out which departments are in charge here.

Then there are the resettlement of so many refugees, the transportation and distribution of supplies, the maintenance of order, and the prevention of the already unlucky vulnerable groups from becoming prey to local gangs (don't deny that with soaring prices in Europe, only a certain special service industry has not seen a price increase, and there is even a downward trend. Ukrainian refugees have made a contribution to this, and this is a helpless sadness). There are so many complicated things to do.

And all this has a premise! There is a war on the front line! All material transportation must be given top priority to supplying the front line. Fortunately, Ukraine itself is a major grain-producing country, otherwise famine is almost unavoidable, but this has already caused an increase in world grain prices.

Just imagine the hellish paperwork and all that crap to understand how deep a pit of hell their General Lancer had kicked this big guy into.

If you ask whether their generals have the right to organize a "make-up exam" for an alien prince, there is no doubt that they do! The beam of light that fell from the sky that day was, in a sense, a note to Lancer. It was also after that that Thor became particularly honest, because in a sense, Lancer's identity as "invigilator" and "question setter" was supported by Odin.

"Why go to the rear? Wouldn't he be more suitable at the front?" Lei Laohu thought about it. This big guy is simply the best attacker. Would it be a waste of talent to go to the rear? And the big guy didn't look like someone who could handle such a complicated matter.

"So this is your perspective. At this stage... there is really no one more suitable than him. You can think about the reason yourself." Lanser shook his head. So you are just a group of soldiers. Only if you think clearly do you have the potential to become a general. Military affairs are never just simple military considerations!

The reason why Thor is suitable is also very simple. Now that the five good men have roughly figured out what Asgard is, what will happen if Thor can really start to deal with the refugee problem honestly? His request will be taken seriously by the five good men. No one will have the courage to perfunctorily treat him like they perfunctorily treat others. Today he is exiled, but the hammer there proves that Asgard has not abandoned him!

The purpose of this trial is to enable him to grow better, not to abandon him to fend for himself! This message is right here!

No matter what kind of bureaucrats they are, they must be warned that when facing his demands, "do your best to meet them!" This is definitely the most realistic warning! The traditional art of the bureaucratic system of cheating, shirking responsibility, and shirking responsibility will be known to the lowest level! Those refugees will recover and thank him from the bottom of their hearts!

Glory does not necessarily come from the battlefield! This is what Lancer roughly understood Odin wanted to tell Thor. As a ruler, one cannot just think about wars to expand territory!

Lancer was very curious about one thing: was this the inspiration that the Cybertron Empire's downfall gave to Odin?

"Commander, it's done!"

"Okay, put him down and walk for a few steps."

"Oh! This is awesome! Can I try out some of this firepower! General Lancer!"

"…SOPII."

"Eh!"

"Take off the battery!"

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2-167 Physical collapse

"So after trying it, your suggestion is to wear the armor in a reclining position?!" Lancer looked at SOPII on the side and said in a low voice. Now a group of unlucky guys were wearing a full set of equipment and walking on the playground in a posture that was almost like a crab step.

Lancer explained to them, "It may be normal to be out of power on the battlefield. The system for quickly replenishing energy has not been solved yet, so you need to conduct some experiments. Now you are the unlucky ones on the battlefield. You have exhausted all the energy." Lancer paused when he said this. "By the way, I have to mention that humans have already had a similar battle example. Four unlucky guys were in desperate situations on the battlefield because of this reason and were almost killed by the Skrulls."

"Sir, has this thing been put into actual combat? I thought we were the first to use it." A soldier said with some surprise. They seemed a little regretful. After all, being the first to use advanced equipment was itself a recognition of the soldiers' strength.

"The EXO series is an exoskeleton armor that has just been developed and put into production. You are the first batch to use it." Lancer knocked on the guardrail, "What are you guys doing, you lazy bastards? Are you running for your lives?" A group of special forces soldiers walked stiffly in crab steps, which is definitely more exciting than stepping on an elliptical machine! Physical energy consumption is called a lever, so soon, they walked slower and slower...

After being yelled at by Lancer, a group of soldiers struggled to walk a little faster. Of course, there was also a brave one, Hunter, who was wearing EXO style, who cursed and made a universal hand gesture towards Lancer's defense line.

"You're such a brave kid." Lanser laughed out loud! "Springfield."

"Hey, Commander~" The proprietress was in a good mood when Lancer called her, but the group of soldiers next to Lancer felt their scalps tingle when they heard Lancer summoning his personal thugs.

Every single person in the entire base cannot say that they are powerless to do anything about being ravaged by the QBZ or AR teams. They can only say that they are used to it. That's life... If you can't resist, just lie down and accept it! You have to have a good attitude, otherwise you won't be able to live like this!

But there were still some things that gave them a headache and fear. Behind Lancer, the fate of two people almost made them collapse instantly. One was the maid with a ball head behind Lancer. She was holding a pair of PKMs (instead of the guns on the metal arms under her skirt). She entered the arena and swept them in one or two minutes.

The other one is Springfield. In most cases, after Springfield joins the battle, they often react only after half of the team is sniped without knowing the reason. Springfield with Springfield M1903 can snipe at a distance of more than 800 meters, and Springfield can even use the natural fall of the bullet to produce a similar indirect shooting effect, which is very scary...

When these two men were about to die, if their dignity as elite soldiers had not allowed it, they would not have wanted to fight and would have directly surrendered to save time and effort.

"Help them cheer up!" When Lancer spoke, the soldiers around him felt that this guy was definitely the devil among devils.

"Bang!" A gunshot rang out from the second floor behind them, and Hunter felt a burning pain in his ear. He was not unfamiliar with this feeling, and could even say it was familiar. He instantly broke out in a cold sweat on his back, and then lowered his head and started walking. Wearing the lightweight EXO type 1, he was naturally not like those guys wearing EXO type 2. A complete set of armor alone weighed nearly dozens of kilograms, and it was so painful to remove the battery that he felt like he was flying on the spot.

Moreover, Springfield not only intimidated Hunter, but also a few unlucky guys who fell behind. They all benefited from Springfield's "warm reminder", which made them walk briskly in the night immediately.

"The last three unlucky guys, one more lap!" Lancer shouted loudly from behind, and a group of unlucky soldiers immediately began to curse and struggle. The interesting thing is that none of the soldiers around Lancer felt sorry for them. Instead, after Lancer shouted this sentence, a group of people immediately started to scream loudly to cheer for their teammates and shouted at them to sprint quickly.

Simply put, gloating over others' misfortunes and taking advantage of others' misfortunes are common human virtues...

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"So this is probably the limit." Lancer looked at the electronic version handed to him by M4, which recorded the distance that this group of soldiers had fallen down while running in their dead exoskeletons that night. Those wearing EXO type II armor were almost exhausted after running nearly meters. This was despite the fact that these elite soldiers had been undergoing continuous physical training since arriving at the base, and they often had all kinds of stewed beef for meals. The only thing left was to ask China or the Vatican for methods of human body modification.

EXO

The situation of the type was much better. They basically ran five kilometers. Hunter, who was given special care by Springfield, even ran a good result of six kilometers. But when he fell down, he was too weak to stand up. In the end, two comrades carried him up. When they passed by Lancer, Lancer teased them, "He can't move today. You have to take good care of him." The two British special forces made a strange and meaningless laugh, and then carried Hunter away, who dared only to curse in a low voice.

Of course, if this group of people want to leave, they can't just go and rest. They have to take off the power armor they are wearing first.

However, during this process, because there are not too many of Lancer's wives and the other soldiers have not yet completed their training, it is better to wait for the humanoids to come and remove their power armor for these unfortunate guys than to expect them to do so. Otherwise, it may not only be a waste of time, but they may also suffer some hardships.

"You have a day off tomorrow. Thank you for your hard work! There are only three left. You owe me one lap. You can make it up the day after tomorrow!" Lanser led his men to run around the playground in a full circle with flashlights to see if there were any unexpected dropped parts. The good news was that they didn't find any. The bad news was that they found an unlucky guy lying in the distance. This guy was struggling in pain, and it was obvious that he was completely exhausted.

So Lancer and the soldiers carried this guy who was about to faint back, and after entering the meeting room, they called SOPII to remove the EXO Type II from the unfortunate guy, and then looked at the scene.

"Quick donning and doffing..." Lancer frowned as he watched the scene. He knew very well that the exoskeleton's performance at the moment could only sustain attacks for half a day at best, and then those wearing power armor would run out of battery... From what he had seen today, they would need engineer support within about two kilometers, or at least maintenance and power replacement.

Lancer frowned at this situation. On the battlefield, this was not a good idea. However, it would be a good idea to design a quick-on and quick-off function, just like the function of Stark's Iron Man suit...

Regardless of whether doing so will weaken the defense, the added structure will add a considerable amount of weight, which to be honest is definitely not good news for the armor.

However, if no changes are made, then EXO Type II will basically face a huge investment problem, and will become a weapon that can only perform defensive operations or short-term assault operations. Long-term combat...

"It seems that the more reliable approach is to either wait for the completion of the energy block's energy absorption equipment, or to put it into use with a vehicle or some other carrier." Lancer thought somewhat helplessly. After all, compared to the soldiers wearing EXO Type 1, the Type 2 soldiers are really exhausted after doing all these things. The Type 1 soldiers can basically still have a little bit of physical strength. For the battlefield, this little difference may mean a life.

"Commander, here's the news from Ukraine." M4 came over at this time, and a series of intelligence data quickly popped up on the panel in Lancer's hand.

"...Eh, we suffered such a huge loss." Lancer said helplessly, "These guys haven't figured out the importance of agreeing on command?" In short, although both parties agreed in the plan to launch a joint attack, pull the Skrulls' effective forces, and then achieve a local advantage, and then severely damage the Skrulls' few remaining heavy troops.

But when this plan reached the execution level... it turned into a disastrous operation that was no less catastrophic than Market Garden. Due to the mutual calculations of both sides, they actually tacitly agreed to collectively slack off on the first day of the battle in order to put more pressure on the other side.

The Skrulls almost thought they were being strategically deceived and that humans were going to attack from another direction. However, in terms of the front-line response, the Skrulls responded more quickly, and this time both Russia and NATO paid a heavy price.

"Huh... I won't read it anymore. It's annoying." Lancer handed the intelligence panel in his hand to M4. He was dispatched back because there was some game between the two sides. The Russian side was worried that Lancer would lean towards NATO and allow NATO to achieve greater results, so they urged Lancer to return quickly.

And now it seems that the internal conflict between this pair of Crouching Dragon and Phoenix has not been resolved yet.

"It's not that there are no bright spots." M4 curled his lips. The losses were not light, but not serious either. There were no more than a thousand casualties on both sides. It was just annoying to watch, but it was nothing to NATO and Russia who had already started the war machine.

"Yeah, I really didn't expect that the news about Carol would turn into good news one day."

"Then Commander, you underestimate Perseus."

"really."

2-168 It's not easy to be the head of a family (5K)

"Huh... It turns out that my own place is more comfortable." Lancer returned to New York from the base in the Midwest of the United States. The unlucky guys in the base are now studying hard. Lancer will return in half a month for assessment, and then decide who will be given priority for equipment.

He was also called back to Washington to explain what was going on with Asgard, Thor, Loki and a series of other things. They needed to figure out what was going on.

After receiving the notice, Lancer took the opportunity to say that he needed to return to New York to rest.

Information, then organize the intelligence at hand, and then make a report to them. The congressmen agreed, and then the generals in the Pentagon were full of complaints. After all, what Lancer was busy with seemed extremely important in the Pentagon!

The front line is still fighting! Train this unit as soon as possible! Humans need them to deal with the elite teams of the Skrulls! But they also want to know the specific situation of the alien prince that Lancer is about to kick to the front line, so Lancer is only allowed to rest for three days, and then there will be abnormal inquiries waiting for Lancer.

After receiving such a reply, Lancer returned to New York in a swagger. The group of special forces who had lost the brutal suppression of Lancer's wives cheered there immediately, unaware that the surveillance cameras everywhere in the base made the generals of their respective countries look livid.

Of course, this has nothing to do with Lancer. He sat at the bar in the coffee shop, lamenting that although he seemed to be getting higher and higher in position and power, the real result was that more and more troubles came. Lancer had another video conference in the afternoon. The five good men hoped to see the quality of the troops as soon as possible, which made Lancer full of complaints. What do you think is some kind of two-week IDF training?

But even though he complained, this was also an obligation that he had to face after he got the power. After all, the five benefactors gave money so readily, which meant that they had a certain investment in Anaheim. Lancer was not polite, and indeed he took out a lot of technology to spread to the five benefactors, so now Anaheim is the treasure in the hands of the five benefactors.

Among them, Anaheim's second huge revenue project is Chkalov's class. Because the students kept urging him to teach more, Chkalov had to hold the textbook and start the class while Lancer was training at the base. Chkalov was very unhappy because Lancer was being rushed, so his attitude was definitely not good at all. He spoke too fast, and the huge amount of knowledge made all the listeners feel a little headache.

You're talking too fast! There are too many knowledge points! My brain is running out of ideas!

Moreover, one class crammed in the knowledge of the previous two classes, and even those who did not understand the previous content, when someone asked, I would just say, "Go back and watch the previous class. If you did not buy it, please make up for it!" Wow, this is a forced sale.

It is basically like your teacher in your senior year of high school using one school year to go through all the textbooks for the entire three years of high school again.

Because the amount of knowledge covered was too much, Chkalov, who was in a bad mood, did not leave any time for interaction or questions. When the three hours were up, the textbooks were put away, and the class ended immediately! A bunch of "students" were left with a lot of questions to ask.

However, the students who had attended the lecture last time said with a wry smile that their beautiful "teacher" was just like that. Next time, perhaps they should find a way to trick Lancer up to attend the class together. It was said that this could greatly improve the teacher's attitude.

It's just that Lancer's schedule is busy enough. If they want to trick Lancer into attending Chkalov's class as an auditor, it will probably take some effort.

"You finally have time to come back today? I heard that something surprising happened in your base." Casper said with a smile. Qianjitan sat down naturally and waved to Peter at the bar, indicating that six of Casper's subordinates had arrived.

"Everything goes well?" Lancer gestured to Springfield to take down the bottle of whiskey he had placed high up, but Casper still ordered a cappuccino, because Lancer had traditional hand-brewed coffee, and with Springfield's craftsmanship, it was well worth it to get a cup.

"What do you mean smooth? A group of guys arranged for us to buy the An-225 at this time, and now we are selecting a maintenance site. The island you bought is a bit small. The An-225 can barely land there, but it will have trouble taking off." Casper scratched his head. He was somewhat uncomfortable with Lancer's style of completely delegating power. After all, the entire Anaheim company can be said to be run by his team, which is extremely inappropriate for any company boss.

At least he should select a few people from his team to check and balance him. To be honest, Casper was already prepared for this, but Lancer didn't move at all, as if he didn't care at all.

Casper naturally could not have imagined that his every move was under the surveillance of Lancer's own wives. Oh, maybe not necessarily his wives. When Mimeng was free, he also had his own authority to fool around in the company's internal system.

So what does Lanser need to arrange for people to go to the company to do? Actually, it is not necessary. For Lanser, as long as they are using the company's internal office software system, what is the difference between that and monitoring them all the time? !

"Reclaim the sea." Lanser said nonchalantly, he had money! He took a sip of soy milk to moisten his throat, then poured it out.

It’s not that Anaheim is short of money at the moment. After this batch of products was brought out, five great philanthropists formally placed orders and paid large sums of money. They didn’t want Anaheim to collapse easily. The IRS here hasn’t received a dime from Lancer, but it has received a notice from the big guys above that the tax reduction package has begun to be arranged!

After all, this is a company with top scientists like Chkalov who are comparable to Stark, and also has Cybertron technology.

Atlas, which uses some Cybertron technology, has already shown great potential. Everyone knows that Anaheim's future will definitely not be bad.

"Well...that's fine, I'll ask someone to rent a dredging ship!" Casper nodded. Expanding the island was indeed a good idea, but being a nature's porter would take a little time. But that didn't matter. They didn't expect to complete it in one day.

"Just buy it, and if possible, see if we can connect the two islands directly." Lancer said simply, "Then we can use the Decepticons' manpower and save the money on defense facilities." Lancer winked at his cook and pointed to the bread in the back.

Chuntian smiled and went to prepare the sandwich that Lancer wanted to eat. He was naturally worried about his commander, especially since he had performed so well last night.

"Good idea. A complete set of anti-aircraft missiles is almost the same as the price of a dredging ship! It only takes some time." Casper nodded in surprise. Although HCLI had just updated their quotation, they no longer needed such a high purchase price. As a member of the quasi-corporate alliance, HCLI could get a very good price. However, Casper strongly supported Lancer's idea. Why spend money if you can do it for free?

"Is that so?" Lansher was very happy that the other party thought so too. When the runway is built...wait, "By the way, it's better for you to build the runway longer, and build it according to the largest specifications." Having said this, Lansher hesitated for a moment, as if he was looking for words.

"Why does it have to be so complicated?" Casper looked at Lancer in confusion. At most, after Lancer caused trouble, transport planes from all over the world would fly over to pull things or do something. The specifications Lancer mentioned here were obviously beyond the take-off and landing requirements of ordinary transport planes. They were probably the specifications of C5 Galaxy.

"Because of the bombing of the Decepticon tank team, you should know it." Lancer looked at Casper, who has recently become a well-known super express courier around the world. The transatlantic route arrived in less than half an hour. If you take his spaceship, you must have a good body and a space suit that can help you resist G-force! Otherwise, this flight experience is basically hellish.

"That seems to be right." After thinking about the situation, Casper expressed his understanding. After all, Anaheim is special. When encountering some emergencies, the special operations soldiers of the Expeditionary Special Operations Command directly commanded by his boss can load the equipment they need on the island and then take off directly to meet up on the battlefield!

"How's the shipyard matter going?" Lancer crossed his legs. The shipyard across from the Springfield Cafe belonged to Azur Lane, while the Brooklyn Shipyard that had just been acquired belonged to Anaheim. The two had fundamentally different natures, so Lancer didn't take it too seriously and just left it all to his subordinates to handle.

"Progress..." Casper spread his hands, "Recently, we have been harassed by the dock workers' union and the construction workers' union, so the efficiency is..."

"Harassment?" Lanser blinked and immediately laughed. This shipyard hasn't even been built yet, but it's already eyeing up the big guys? ! Aren't these two families funny? "Is it serious? Is anyone injured?"

The hurting here does not mean that the people sent by Casper will do it. After all, Casper is not an American. If he continues to be as unscrupulous as he was before in the United States, he will really be punished by various local American agencies and departments. As someone who has to operate in the United States for a long time, Casper naturally cannot be so stupid.

So, the tradition of American labor unions is to "forcibly absorb" non-members into a factory, and then, after reaching the majority, bully the minority in various ways. The long and short of it is to squeeze out all the people in the factory who are not union members, and finally negotiate wages with the business owners. If they disagree, they will go on strike. This approach is almost always effective.

The automobile industry, once the largest in the world, was destroyed bit by bit by these unions.

"Call Kingpin, the public security in Brooklyn has been much better recently." Lancer shook his head and turned to look at M4. "Since you are going to use tricks to trick me, don't blame me for playing dirty tricks." "If you can avoid death, at least don't let people see the body. Oh, by the way, donate 20 US dollars to his union." Lancer's words made Casper smile with ease. Yes, his smile was almost the same as Lancer's.

Cunning and bloodthirsty.

Kingpin's response was very simple. In the afternoon, two gangs had a gunfight near the Brooklyn Shipyard. It seemed that not many people died in the two gangs. The police arrived quickly, but these gangsters ran even faster. When the police arrived, this sudden gunfight had ended for a few minutes.

However, a group of people preparing for the march were unfortunately involved in a gunfight on the road, and several people were injured. The organizer of the march angrily criticized the Anaheim company for attacking him in front of reporters. This well-founded statement did not receive any support. Instead, Lancer had people put up two signs at the door, saying that they would not recruit members of the construction union and the shipbuilding union, which was a direct confrontation.

At the same time, it was time for Lawyer Ma to take up his post. Although Lawyer Ma was not very willing, the conflict between Lancer and these unions had been going on for a long time and could still be seen today.

These guys are so lively and energetic that Lawyer Ma is already persuading Lan Se not to take any action in order to accumulate virtue and do good deeds.

Then, a video of the two union leaders in a high-end nightclub, hugging beautiful women on both sides, drinking expensive drinks, and discussing how to deal with Anaheim, the tactless troublemaker, was anonymously leaked to many news media, which immediately triggered public opinion.

The union leaders were in a state of panic, trying to explain to the public what had happened and trying to prove that they had been at home with their families for the past two days. However, the vivid images, the vulgar language, and the blushing atmosphere were much more effective than their pale explanations.