Marvel Space and Time Administration Growth Log

After the collapse of the Soviet Union, the lawyers and the veterans of the former penal battalion took different paths. The lawyers still insisted on their traditional careers and went abroad. Some of them established their new empires in the United States; while the latter actively merged with certain government departments, just like the superior unit of Balalaika. If you follow the line all the way up, you will probably touch the door of the Lubyanka Hotel.

As for the relationship between the two parties… Although it is not like in the past, where nothing can be said and the two sides can talk about it later, it only maintains a superficial calm. However, if you cooperate with one party, you will be immediately put on the sidelines by the other party. Lanser, who has just established a connection, obviously does not want to be put on the sidelines by the Moscow Hotel.

"You know, John Wick!" Vigo looked at Lancer with some impatience. He warned most of the arms dealers in New York and kept a close eye on the road to the hotel, but he didn't expect that John Wick had found a more troublesome source of weapons.

The Lancer in front of us used a New York gang boss as a stepping stone when he just started out, and then two days ago he hung Hammerhead's body outside to let everyone know that if someone wants to make trouble, no matter how glorious they were before, it will be meaningless when they face Lancer's wrath.

"Oh, New York's number one killer, you're really lucky." Lanser sneered immediately. Isn't it just pretending to be ignorant? Can't everyone pretend to be ignorant?

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Yes, the number one killer." Vigo was not angry. Lancer's reaction was normal, so he didn't have any nonsense thoughts and said directly, "Did he get the weapon from you?"

"He got weapons from you? Hahaha, look at what he said!" Lancer laughed and said, "Springfield, bring the list over and show it to our guys. I'm a well-known honest person. I will repay a favor. Now that he has come into my house, I will naturally meet all his needs."

Haruta threw the order on the table and returned behind the bar with his arms folded.

"Are you... crazy!?" Vigo glanced at the list and immediately felt a chill.

If the pistol and shotgun at the beginning were still understandable, then the assault rifle that came later was a bit too much. Of course, Vigo was very clear that the assault rifle in the hands of the Asian in front of him was not a law-abiding toy that could only fire single shots. The grenade launchers, rocket launchers, general-purpose machine guns, etc. that came later all made him feel a tingling sensation on his scalp.

Moreover, the side dishes of thousands of armor-piercing shells, dozens of grenades, and more than a dozen rockets were all irritating the nerves of the gangster boss in front of him...

Of course, Lancer had no obligation to tell him that these were all one-time large-scale purchases initiated by that bastard Deadpool in order to get a bargain. The amount of arms he took away was so much that a pickup truck was needed to haul it away.

"Ha, are you crazy? Compared to you, I'm nothing, okay? Which idiot provoked John Wick? Come out and introduce yourself to me. Next time I see you, I'll stay away from you, otherwise my new clothes will get splattered with blood!" Lancer spread his hands and looked at the crowd behind Vigo, as if he wanted to find the unlucky guy who caused everything.

"Fuck you! You son of a bastard!" The young man was obviously under too much pressure during this period of time. After being provoked by Lanser, he immediately jumped to the front in a rage, pulled out a pistol and pointed it at Lanser.

"Oh... I remember this idiot is your son?" Lanser completely ignored this guy, propped up his chin with one hand, and looked at Vigo in front of him, "Kill him as soon as possible, otherwise I'm afraid I will have to attend your funeral."

"What the hell are you talking about?" Trasov stepped forward and pointed his gun at Lancer's head. "In New York, no one can talk to us like that!"

"Oh, to be honest, there are a lot of people who can talk like that, including the mayor of New York, the police chief, those bigwigs on Wall Street, and..." Lancer started to rip on him with a smile. Is Vigo a big shot? He has hundreds of Russian gangsters under him, plus all kinds of legal and illegal industries.

But in New York, can he really say that he has the final say? Don't be ridiculous, too many people called and Vigour just couldn't bear the pressure.

"Shut up!" The young man stepped forward and pointed the gun at Lanser's head.

"Yes, it's time to shut up." Lanser smiled, and the next moment the kid felt dizzy, and then a cold pain came from his throat! Brother Sixteen grabbed him and threw him over his shoulder, and the bayonet was coldly nailed in his throat. As long as Lanser nodded, Brother Sixteen would cut the throat of this guy who made the girls unhappy.

"Of course there are plenty of people... but you are not one of them for now." Vigo looked coldly at the women who pointed assault rifles at him, "Let him go. It seems that you don't have John Wick's contact information."

"You have it, and it's useful?" Lanser smiled at Vigo's judgment, but didn't comment. He tilted his head and looked in the direction of Brother Sixteen beside him, "Teach him a lesson, and let him go."

"Ah..." Brother Sixteen pierced Trasov's palm with the dagger without hesitation, and kicked him to Vigo's side the moment he drew out the knife.

"Damn it! You're done! You... Ugh..." The young man wanted to say something harsh, but the next moment, Vigo's fist hit Trasov's stomach! He felt deeply that Lancer was right about at least one thing. Maybe he should really beat this little bastard! How much trouble he had caused him. And Vigo also knew that he would not get the answer he wanted from Lancer today. Judging from this attitude, it was obvious that Lancer would not be a middleman for him.

"Go!" Lancer couldn't speak loudly in front of him? Vigo wasn't sure, but the hammer was hanging over there, wasn't it...

"Commander, I request an action..."

"No, no, no, Xiaoqiu, your task now is to wash yourself and wait for me in the room. As for him, he belongs to John Wick."

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1-39 A Commission from Sitwell

"So, did you come with them, or do you have something to talk to me about?" Lancer crossed his arms and looked at the man in front of him, somewhat surprised. Agent Sitwell, his business partner, a senior agent of SHIELD, and a HYDRA undercover agent of SHIELD whose hairstyle was highly consistent with that of the Director of SHIELD. In short, this was a bad guy!

"I came here to look for you, but I didn't expect to run into them. This guy is a legal thief, you should know that." Agent Sitwell seemed to be kind enough to remind Lancer, "So you probably didn't reach any cooperation with him. The Moscow Hotel doesn't like them."

Agent Sitwell leaned in the shadow of the corner. He had no intention of walking into the light. After all, for him, appearing too much in the light was not a good thing. After all, both S.H.I.E.L.D. and the identity behind S.H.I.E.L.D. hoped that he would keep a low profile.

"Thank you. You know the basic rules. What do you want to talk to me about?" Lanser lit a cigarette and leaned against the other side of the corner. "You can't be asking me to take the blame for something bad that happened to you again."

"I need you to help me find someone." Agent Sitwell's tone revealed a hint of seriousness.

"Looking for someone? Are you looking for the wrong person? I don't run a detective agency." Lanser said unhappily. "You bastard, you clearly arrived a long time ago, but when you saw the Russian gangsters coming over, you didn't even show your head, and you were not as tough as a policeman. Now you want to make conditions to me?"

"Take a look first. This is a semi-public missing person notice. If you find this person, you can get a lot of benefits." Sitwell handed over a paper document. No matter how advanced the technology is, many people find that in the end, many stupid methods are the most reliable.

"Hmm?" Lancer took it and read the contents on the note in the light of the street lamp. His eyes flickered. "How come your SHIELD is in charge of everything and even finding people? Could it be that he is an important sponsor of yours? Moreover, such a rich man should be surrounded by people wherever he goes. Did he hide himself?" Lancer looked at the photo on the information, flicked his lips twice, and said, "Hello, Mr. Stark." The story began.

"There are indeed a lot of people, but they were attacked on the way back to the airport..." Agent Sitwell shook his head. He felt that Lancer was interested, which was a good thing. After all, he didn't have many people to use. Although Lancer in front of him ate at many restaurants, the fact that he could eat at so many restaurants itself explained the problem, didn't it? If he could borrow his strength...

"There must be a traitor. The traffic route should have been planned in advance. The other party knew very well where our tycoon was going to go. It was a clean ambush, kidnapping, and transfer. The end was very clean and professional. I don't believe you don't know who in that area could do this." Lancer handed the information back. The probe on his collar had recorded all the information. At this moment, the printer in the SOPII workshop had started running, and it was printed out after recompiling.

"Hmm..." Agent Sitwell was silent for a moment. "So, do you have any suggestions?"

"Heh, you'd come to me for help, which means you guys who care about everything can't do anything openly. In other words, there's a high probability that someone is covering this up. I guess..." Lanser lit a cigarette and smiled, "There's not much that can stop you, and you can't endure it. And unfortunately, we have to make the U.S. military block the news, and we have to shut up Stark Industries, the news media, and the Wall Street bastards. Oh, the market will open tomorrow, so go check the stock price of Stark Industries."

"You mean... someone from Stark Industries?" Agent Sitwell narrowed his glasses. The latter two could be agreed upon with nothing more than money or an exchange of interests, but the first and second ones were not something that ordinary organizations could accomplish. At least Agent Sitwell was very sure that SHIELD itself had no chance, and the U.S. military alone was unlikely to bother with them. As for Stark Industries? !

Haha… In America, rich people are the fathers! If you want to say something bad about your father, look at his Septwolves belt and think again!

"I didn't say anything, don't talk nonsense." Lanser laughed, "Also, you asked me to intervene in this matter, I'm not strong enough, thank you for your kindness."

"You, is this your motto? " Agent Sitwell was also amused. Lancer was a very

Trouble, no. Normally, he is doing business well. As long as you don't provoke him, he will not interfere in anything. But this guy does earn too much, and he can't stand the envy of others. However, this recent show of force should calm many people down.

"Hey, risk and reward must be proportional, right? Can anyone who can plot against Tony Stark be just an ordinary thug?" Lancer laughed and spread his hands. Everyone knows this, right? What's there to say? And if he agreed right away, according to the brain circuits of those patients with paranoia in the late stage of Hydra and SHIELD, they would probably start to speculate whether he played a role in this matter.

Oh, no, maybe this intelligence and commission was a test in itself? After all, he had just asked for a batch of advanced equipment from Stark Industries to be traded to the Russian mafia. If he really wanted to talk about the purpose and motive, he might be able to come up with a complete logical chain.

After all, he was famous for being greedy for money. It was not easy to support a wife these days.

"Okay, that's exactly what happened. I need some time to make arrangements. Can you take action first? At least the initial action." Agent Sitwell thought for a moment. Was Lancer wrong? Obviously not. If he were in her place, he would not casually get involved in this mess.

"I'm going to Europe. I can go there in a short time. If you take too long, I'm sorry." Lancer said simply. To see the birth of Iron Man? He was very interested, and Lancer also knew that the birth of Iron Man was very necessary for the Marvel world. If he rashly got involved and interrupted his enlightenment process, it would not be a fun thing.

"You're going to Ukraine, right?" Agent Sitwell said with a smile.

"Damn it, how come the whole world seems to know about this?" Lanser frowned. After all, he was preparing. The warehouse in Ukraine was coveted by all the arms dealers in the world. This was an important base for a world superpower to fight World War III. God knows how much stuff was in it. And now, for arms dealers, they only need a small sum of money to take these things away. It was simply a treasure trove.

"Because the remnants of the CIA and the KGB each have their own supporters in Ukraine, and the news over there is like a leaky sieve, with leaks everywhere. Both sides seem to have prepared good things for you, and it looks like you will make a lot of money this time." Agent Sitwell said with a smile, "I can't provide such a good source of goods, but I think you must need some generous buyers."

"..." Lancer was suddenly embarrassed. A generous buyer? Lancer was not sure whether SHIELD had any connection in this regard, but if it was Hydra... then it must be possible, but such a business would be questionable. "Okay, I'll go and take a look, but I can't guarantee that I'll find him. However, no matter where the customer is, in our industry, we need to verify the customer's information before we can do it."

"I'm telling you now, do you believe it?" Sitwell glanced at Lancer. Although this guy was greedy, he had a clear mind and would not be dazzled by excessive profits. He had avoided several deadly traps at the beginning.

"Hey, of course I believe what you said. We are nobody's business!" Lancer said with a smile. You are an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. and a hidden agent of Hydra. I will believe everything you say without verifying the information. As I said, you have to go to the neurology and psychiatry department. One of you must be seriously ill.

"So it's that simple. I'm sorry to bother you resting today. I'll send you the information tomorrow after I've sorted it out. Let's use the old method, right?" Sitwell glanced at Lancer, turned around and began to walk into the shadows.

"Commander..." M4's voice came from the headset, "Even without their assistance, we can sell the goods smoothly." Obviously, M4 also felt that it would be risky to supply the goods to the buyer he provided. After all, Lancer had directly told his girls the true identity of Agent Sitwell in front of them from the beginning.

"To be honest, necessary contact is also a way to obtain intelligence. Through the buyers he provided, we can also learn some information about him." But M16 expressed the opposite opinion. He supported making some contact with the other party. After all, Hydra had not yet surfaced at this time, and their transactions were just in the gray area. If they wanted to shoot him, this reason would be no less than this.

"So do you have any other suggestions?" Lanser turned and walked into the coffee shop, locked the door, hung up the closing sign, and smiled. "If nothing unexpected happens, the business he brings us will definitely be very close to the position of Mr. Tony Stark. If possible, I don't mind doing him a favor."

"So we need to prepare desert combat clothing, right?"

"Well... maybe we should bring some more water and food. Of course, the most important thing is, have you finished washing, M4?"

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1-40 A perfect morning starts with morning exercise

"Hmm..." The next morning, Lancer opened his eyes, and AR15's eyes, which had been closed quickly, were clearly seen by him. Yes, M4, who had many things to do last night because he might leave soon, ran away and handed AR15 to Lancer. "Are you still awake?" Lancer stretched out his hand to rub the softness of the pointed tip and began to tease this shy girl. AR15 didn't dare to open her eyes at all, and could only shrink her head into Lancer's arms, "嘤嘤嘤!"

The girls in the AR team all have their own characteristics. M4 is a bit dull, but it’s really fun to tease her. Especially if you tease her too much, M4 will fight back, which is really interesting.

Let's not talk about M16, old driver, postures and tricks are not just talk. SOPII likes to try all kinds of strange postures, and occasionally rubs something to add excitement, but it hurts my waist to say too much.

RO635 always says something very strange when doing things, which always makes Lancer feel like he is a villain who is corrupting the knight. He is so excited for no apparent reason.

Chuntian usually looks like a gentle lady from a noble family, but when she takes off her clothes, you will understand what a good young woman is! She is the kind of woman who will never regret breaking her waist.

As for Fei Ma, well... Lanser has tried two completely different feelings above and below the water. In short, it's not that he's a little bit high, but this thing is addictive... Thanks to the little yellow chicken for understanding the concept of tolerance, which makes Fei Ma so attractive.

"Commander, stop bullying 15. Hurry up and do some morning exercises, then get up and exercise." M16 knocked on the door and shouted, "We don't have much time left after we come back to rest. Don't procrastinate. Fei Ma said she would go to the supermarket to prepare fresh vegetables! Hurry up and get up."

"Hmm..." Lanser already felt as if she was holding a stove in her arms. The thick-skinned soldier's teasing had clearly completely penetrated AR15's sense of shame, causing her to let out a wail in Lanser's arms. This was a small, weak resistance to M16's shameless verbal attack.

"So... let's hurry up?!" Lancer lifted the chin of the curled-up AR15, looked at the shy but expectant expression on the girl's face, and smiled as he kissed her.

"Tsk... it's really started!" M16 curled his lips. The sharp-eyed and sharp-eared old driver heard the noise inside, how could he not know what happened! ? The commander started to torment the girl in their team early in the morning. Hey, the commander's ability to resist temptation is really too poor. I'll remind Fei's mother to buy more kidneys and stew soup for the commander.

"Where's the commander?" RO635 heard some noise on the stairs, but saw that the person coming down was only M16 sliding down the escalator. She asked with some surprise, after all, she should have been going to wake the commander up.

"Commander? He's hugging his little lover AR15 and doing morning exercises." M16 spread her hands, a sly smile on her face, and told everyone about the commander's restless behavior early in the morning, and by the way, let AR15 suffer a social demise for a while. After all... she also has some bad habits occasionally, doesn't she?

"Morning exercise?!" RO635's face twitched up, and he made a Kim Carrey-like funny expression, then quickly tensed up his face, "AR15 actually indulged the Commander so much!"

"Haven't you ever been forced to do morning exercises by the commander early in the morning, Your Excellency the Knight?" He quickly took out two servings of Springfield from the food on the table and placed them on the bar, then stabbed RO635 in the heart.

"Uh...it was the commander who started it, I resisted!" As if it was the last word of his struggle, RO635 really didn't have the face to say that he had simply insisted on rejecting the commander. He even knew that his struggle and rejection would only make the commander more angry (Xiao Yueyue: Exciting!)

"Alright, hurry up and eat. I'll need two of you to go to the supermarket with me in a little while." Fei's mother's mouth cracked. Isn't it normal for the commander to like to play a little? Which of their commanders in the port area is not a hero who has experienced hundreds of battles! If you don't have this level, you'd better resign as soon as possible. You're really worried about your life. After all, the girls in the port area are not just good at fighting.

"M4, you saw the information last night. Have you done the relevant verification?" M16 tore open the bread, soaked it in milk, and then put it in his mouth, asking M4 about what happened last night. Agent Sitwell did not have a close relationship with them, but he actually sent such important information to him, which made it hard not to feel suspicious.

"Verified, and the CIA seemed to have some... ideas. They sent us a message to verify our next route, and seemed to want to know if we were heading in that direction." M4 said a piece of news that indirectly confirmed the news.

"Oh? The CIA is also targeting Stark?" M16 looked at M4 beside him with some surprise, but the surprise only lasted for a while. "But if you think about it carefully, it seems to be a very reasonable thing. After all, for the CIA, the most important thing is whether they can maintain their current profits, and arms have always been their second favorite profit project."

"Yeah, they always ask us several times every year if we can transport all kinds of illegal drugs and raw materials for illegal drugs. Ha, they are usually ignorant of the dangers." RO635 said disdainfully. The biggest task of a national intelligence organization is not to obtain intelligence for its own country, but to obtain funds for itself, and even transport illegal drugs to its own country. In order to ensure this, it even fought rounds with its own drug control agency...

And apart from being awesome in movies and games, in real life, if you look at the history of the CIA, well... most of the time they are responsible for failures... But as the girls' commander said at the time, they only focused a small part of their attention on this matter. After all, there are priorities, so it is completely understandable that they ended up like this.

"By the way, this time they said they were going to send people to Ukraine. Could it be that the CIA is finally going to take action against Ukraine?" M16 shook his head. If he complained about the CIA, then today's joke would be over. After all, they were just having breakfast time. After saying this, M16 picked up a whole fried egg with a fork and put it into his mouth.

"Probably not. Not to mention that the destination of the mission is still uncertain, but Ukraine's size and position determine that they will be an important bargaining chip. Moreover, although the Ukrainian government itself is already sufficiently inclined towards the United States, there is still a tug of war, so maybe they want to go a step further?" M4 shook her head, sipping milk in small sips, frowning.

"Makes sense. The CIA's goal is to completely win over Ukraine?!" RO635 was drinking coffee. This was a very fragrant coffee that could not be compared to the instant coffee labeled as various types of coffee that they used to drink at the headquarters. So RO635 felt like he had earned a cup every time he drank it.

However, the question that M16 raised at the beginning quickly expanded. A group of humanoids began to quickly search for the latest news in the whole of Europe. This era was different from the past. A lot of intelligence was actually disseminated in the public media. It was just that because there were too many inquiries at the same time, it was extremely difficult to screen out these critical and timely intelligence.

The problem is that as long as you are intelligence, you have a time limit...

"There are three highly sensitive events." M16's eyes flickered for a while, and he turned his head slightly to look at the ceiling above. AR15, what should I say to you? You actually have time to come and participate in the consultation search at this time...

"Actually, there should be only one." Fei's mother knocked on the table with the remote control. The TV news on it was broadcasting footage of the Ukrainian election. It was obvious that the two sides were in a mess.

"Oh..." RO635 shrugged. "You are really politically sensitive."

"Although I am not the great German emperor, I have inherited his name. And I learned this basic judgment from the commander." Shaking the coffee cup in front of her, Fei Ma said leisurely without paying any attention to the gazes of the humanoids, "The question now is, is the commander really interested in this matter?"

"I'm not very interested in things that are destined." Lanser's voice came from upstairs, "Ukraine needs to eat, but it is obviously following Russia. Russia can't give them what they want, but they won't give Europe and the United States what they can theoretically give. Ukrainians who can't see this... will become cannon fodder in the struggle between the two sides." He walked to the dining table, picked up a piece of bread and put it in his mouth and started to eat. Although morning exercise early in the morning was pleasant to the body and mind, it also consumed a lot of physical strength. Lanser was feeling a little hungry now.

"Oh... 28 minutes, this time is a bit short." M16 decisively began to tease Lancer. After all, they all knew how their commander performed.

"Heh..." Lanser looked at M16 speechlessly. You old driver, aren't you afraid that the book will be lost by being so naked?

"Commander, are we still going to Ukraine?" SOPII raised the fork in her hand and began to ask, "After all, it seems that we have already contacted the business, wouldn't it be a pity not to go?"

"So we still have to go. After all, this may be related to our future business." Lanser shook his head. "First, go find Balalaika to get him. Xiao Tangluo prepares some more 'bricks' for Fei Ma."

"Is it because that person might need to run away? We can take this opportunity to buy more things at a low price." Mrs. Springfield brought Lancer's breakfast to him.

"That's right, so I hope he can hold on until we arrive. Inform John and the others that we have to set off quickly as well."

"Sitwell's way?"

"Let's go around while we still have time. There's no information at all. It's like looking for a needle in a haystack for us. Let's go to Ukraine first and wait for more information."

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1-41 Preparation before departure

"So this is the hotel's sincerity?" Lanser looked at the more than 30 US dollars transferred into his account. Generally speaking, the hotel's "gold recycling" business also requires a handling fee. In a sense, it can be said that the mainland hotel is really squeezing these killers dry.

When the task is handed over, a handling fee is charged, which is reasonable. What is given is not cash payment, but gold coins with certain physical value. This thing is made of pure gold. In theory, it is likely to be exchanged in any bank. Of course, the exchange price is based on the gold price of the day.

Even if the gold price is calculated at the maximum, this price cannot be higher than the hotel's "recycling price". So in a sense, this gold coin, after going around in circles, finally returned to the hands of the mainland hotel. In the whole process, the mainland hotel has earned more than 30% profit.

Not to mention, during this process, these killers will most likely spend money in mainland hotels, whether it's food, supplies, or even support for some other projects. The profit in the whole process is really huge. Just imagining it, Lanser has an urge to open one himself and make money without doing anything.

However, there are complicated interests involved, otherwise it would be impossible for Continental Hotels to gain a foothold in major cities in each country. An outsider like Lancer, who has a weak background, would never be able to control such a treasure trove full of gold.

"The other party didn't say much. Judging from the remittance we have received now, it is 15% more than we should have received. It is probably because the other party did not charge us the handling fee." M4 reported the current situation to Lancer. Because Lancer decided to sail to Europe, they were speeding up the processing of various projects this morning. Naturally, the gold coins obtained from John Wick as payment for the weapons were also one of the things that needed to be resolved.

"It will take another day to prepare the cash. Deutsche Bank said the gold will be delivered soon. They are very grateful that we chose them as our partner and hope to have a meeting with you." Chuntian, who is in charge of external communications, said quickly.

"Refuse him and tell him that I will treat him to a meal after I come back." Lanser shook his head. Now is not a good time to make connections. "The progress of water supply."

"Before 6pm!" SOPII raised his hand and reported loudly, "I will supervise them. We will set sail tonight."