Marvel Space and Time Administration Growth Log

Of course, not a single frame of this video is real; it is all synthetic.

Of course, these are just minor incidents that happened later, not worth mentioning.

"How long will it take for our own production line to reach full power? This old fox Irons is really rude in charging me the processing fee, and he doesn't even think about who is helping him maintain the production line now, bastard!" Lancer cursed in dissatisfaction. In fact, Lancer himself knew that now is not the off-season for Atlas' production.

On the contrary, because fighting on the front line is not easy, the soldiers that Atlas is now sending to the front line are waiting to popularize the simple exoskeleton load-bearing components designed by Ivan. What's more, their own production line was originally put together bit by bit by Stark Industries, and they have only just completed the active running-in. At this time, Lancer's order is completely putting pressure on his entire production line.

After all, there are about 600 sets of exoskeleton armor now. And then? Can you guess how many special forces are currently assigned to the United Nations Expeditionary Special Operations Command under Lancer in theory?

Just a small reminder, there are already more than a hundred special forces soldiers who died in battle and are preparing to erect a monument for burial in Ukraine. The number of injured elite soldiers among the world's elite soldiers, if those with repeated injuries are included, may directly exceed a thousand.

So, Atlas' production line experienced for the first time the feeling of being watched by the whole world at their former employer, Stark Industries. Then, with Lancer's reminder, the five good men suddenly remembered that, yes, compared to the model that was still being perfected in Anaheim's hands (actually, it was a version that had already been designed and was just undergoing adaptive adaptation), the several pieces of equipment in Atlas' hands were also very interesting!

Then the margin of the production line will be even more difficult...

"It will take another 4 months to complete the installation of the production line, and perhaps 2 months for debugging. I have to say that the Americans' efficiency is really..." Casper spread his hands helplessly. Some people can work overtime desperately to make more money. In a sense, 996 is really a "blessing", because many people are actually 007 (a friend of mine works for a large online entertainment company in Hangzhou. When some of their projects started to sprint, they didn't stay away from home for a week or two. The longest time was close to a month).

But now they can't take it out, and it's useless to pay more. It can be regarded as a small shock to Lanser and other factory owners in the capitalist world. It's useless to pay more! Or it can be said that paying more does not increase the quantity.

And no one knew that the bastard had revealed the fact that Anaheim had billions of dollars in its hands, and some guys who didn't understand the situation began to plan to snatch some of the money from Anaheim's fingers.

"That means we can rely on our own production line as soon as half a year later? Will we have enough engineers and workers?" Lanser tilted his head and looked at Casper.

"I have to say, boss, your appeal is really strong. With just one call, hundreds of skilled and excellent workers gathered together." Casper exclaimed with a smile. He really didn't expect that Lancer only made a few phone calls, and then some workers who were obviously working in other companies in the morning gathered at the gate of the Brooklyn Shipyard, and most of them knew each other.

Yes, they all worked together in the shipyard of the Blue Lane Shipping Company! After these people learned the skills from Lancer, Lancer asked them to go to other companies to fight for higher salaries, so that they could get out of the original bad cycle.

And now, their old employers said that they could get a satisfactory salary here, so there was no point in waiting, and most of them quickly gathered here.

"But they're just workers, aren't they? What about engineers?"

"Basically, they are all there. Many retired military engineers have come here on their own."

"..."

"What's the matter, boss?"

"…It's okay, just use them without worry. They are shareholders after all. If you offer them a lower salary, they should still have a salary anyway."

"Uh, I think I understand."

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2-169 A breathing space

"Master...get up, we are going to Washington today!" At 4 o'clock in the morning, Lancer was still sleeping soundly with Chkalov in his arms. Yesterday, Lancer was asked to undergo a time-space positioning. The preparations at the port area are almost complete, and it may be possible to carry out a multi-dimensional penetration.

Then, when Lancer was lying on the chair in the laboratory, he looked at Chkalov's smooth black silk legs swaying in front of him.

If you say that Chkalov didn't do it on purpose, that's absolutely false. Not to mention that when the monitoring patch was applied to Lancer's chest, Chkalov didn't even bother to act. He just sat astride Lancer's legs. Lancer could clearly feel the slippery touch even through his trousers. This was not the most excessive thing. The key point was that after this dead woman gently applied the patch, she seemed to rub it carefully, rolled it, and scraped it in order to make it stick closer.

Lancer looked down at the cables all over his body and raised his eyebrows at Chkalov. Was he being tied up again? Then he immediately gave Chkalov a look that said, "You'd better wait till the evening."

Would Chkalov be afraid of Lancer? After reaching out his hand, he slowly raised his index finger from his chest until he hooked Lancer's chin. Chkalov leaned over and pecked Lancer on the face, "I'll be waiting for you to deal with me tonight~"

After the inspection, Lancer carried Chkalov away. He rebelled after not being taught a lesson for a few days! ?

So it was probably only an hour since Lanser went to bed last night.

"Hmm?!" Lancer responded in a daze, then rubbed his hands. Chkalov, who had also been tossing and turning all night, murmured and told Lancer to stop, and then the two of them wanted to turn over and continue sleeping.

"Master, get up. Also, Chkalov, if you keep staying here, I will have to fulfill my duties as a maid!" Unlike the agent who just spoke, the experienced Befa is not so easy to negotiate with. She just grabbed a corner of the quilt with her little hand. If you don't cooperate with the maid, don't blame the maid for giving you a bad look.

"!" Chkalov opened his eyes and glared at Lancer angrily. These guys wanted Lancer to give a report, but Lancer didn't want to go. It was easy for him to rest for three days! Can't he just let them wait for a while?

"..." But what greeted Chkalov was Belfa's dissatisfied eyes. Oh, you know how hard Lancer has worked these two days! To be honest, Lancer complained when he was rubbing his back yesterday that he had a little backache from being tired these three days, which made Belfa feel distressed. After all, even under such circumstances, Lancer did not miss his meditation, combat training and shooting training.

In other words, he was complained by a certain book spirit every day that he was an idiot about spells, but he learned very quickly and even developed his own system of spells. Just like Lancer and Ancient One said, he just needed to be led into the door and learn how to meditate, and then the spells engraved deep in his soul would slowly emerge.

As for combat training, it is currently in charge by Brother Sixteen, who has the dirtiest hands, and Binjiang, who is currently at the top of the combat skills. As for marksmanship, because Lancer uses the so-called individual defense firearm P90, which is a submachine gun in a sense, it is usually either RO635 or 79 who is in charge. The interesting thing is that the fighting styles of 79 and RO635 are not consistent. One is more inclined to stealth, and the other is more inclined to gun battle. Therefore, Lancer's learning is very confusing, and was described by Brother Sixteen who was watching with a smile as "how to charge while hiding".

"Okay, get up..." Lancer reluctantly played with the softness in his hand and kissed Chkalov, "I'll trouble you and Chuntian to look after the house." Lancer patted Chkalov's butt and got out of the bed. Chkalov got up with a curse, then hugged the quilt and leaned against the back of the bed, looking at Lancer, and clicked his tongue at his abdominal muscles under the light of the bedroom.

The two maids came forward naturally and began to wipe Lanser's body and helped Lanser put on his clothes.

The logo of the United Nations Expeditionary Special Operations Command, the ironed and straight general's uniform with Lancer's major general star, and a series of medals that Lancer could not understand at all. However, since his maid wives had prepared them, Lancer felt that they must be correct. It was likely that these were obtained in the battles in Ukraine.

After all, M4 was solely responsible for the connection of these things. His little hesitation was just some stubbornness, and this stubbornness also brought about attention to details. Mistakes like giving Lancer the wrong medal would never happen.

After Lancer put on simple clothes, he insisted on washing himself. For him, this was something he had to insist on. Generally speaking, his wives would let Lancer be a little sloppy when he didn't go out. But after being caught and laughed at by Casper last time, Lancer definitely didn't want to experience it again, so before leaving his bedroom, Lancer would definitely clean himself up! Even if Lancer himself was too lazy to do it, his maids would take care of it all.

"Springfield, thank you for your hard work." When Lancer walked downstairs, several simple hot breakfasts were already placed on the table. It was obvious that his cook had gotten up to bake bread for him when he was probably still asleep.

"You're tired, too?" Chuntian teased Lanser with a smile. It was obvious that the two of them were not tired at all. "Go ahead, have breakfast, then walk in the car and have a good rest! This time, you should be able to get a good sleep, right?"

"You guys should sit down and eat too, wow... um, okay, I won't say anything." After sitting down, Lancer looked at the agent who had a similar portion in front of him, but next to it were twenty sandwiches, a stack of fried eggs, and a small basket of fruit... Lancer looked up at Befa who was hesitating whether to sit down or not, and wanted to make a teasing remark, but quickly gave up in the face of the embarrassed look of his maid.

"The bread machine looks pretty useful?" Lanser drank the orange juice in the cup. It was not very sweet, a little sour, freshly squeezed, refreshing and appetizing. Lanser felt very thirsty besides the buzzing in his head. After drinking the drink, Lanser put the cup on the bar with a smile.

"Well, SOPII has been modified and it works well!" Chuntian took out a glass carafe from the bar behind him and poured Lancer a new glass of juice.

As for the bread maker, Lancer could tell that it was not very easy to use, otherwise SOPII would not have to do it. But obviously, for this simple manual work, SOPII was willing to play with it for a while. The dolls were very clear about one thing, their new companions did not have high material requirements for other things, but there was only one requirement that was relatively high.

The need for food...

However, imagining the powerful combat capability of the ship girls, the humanoids have to admit the rationality of this matter. After all, as pure human images (at least it seems), they do not seem to have a better way of absorbing energy. But in a sense, they just eat a little more, which is already a surprisingly economical situation.

In a sense, there is nothing much to say about the scene described by 95 and the others of the 09 base being stunned by the massive amount of supplies. Maybe to these ship girls, these amounts of supplies are just a small amount of supplies that are normally consumed by the ship girls (in fact, it is just the strength of one side that is feeding them, but 95 and the others came early, and the first thing they fed was the White Eagle, and later the humanoid girls received a lot of feed with flavors from various countries).

Although Befa's breakfast seemed to be a lot, as a maid, it was obvious that Befa could easily finish her breakfast earlier than Lancer while Lancer was eating and chatting with her cook.

"How is it? Made according to your idea." Chuntian looked at Lancer after he took a sip of the drink he poured, and a look of surprise appeared on his face. He asked with anticipation. After Lancer mentioned it before, Chuntian began to try mixing fruit juice, and she thought this was a good recipe.

"Are they made with pears?" Lansor smacked his lips. It tasted quite good, very similar to the orange pear that was sold at extremely high prices in milk tea and bakery shops. One could only say that the chef at home really put a lot of effort into it. Lansor succeeded in making it just by mentioning it.

"Yes, is it good?" Haruta saw that the agent and Befa also put their glasses on the bar, and filled their glasses, not looking like she had any grudge against the agent. After all, it wasn't Haruta who had a conflict with the agent. Even though she came with the AR team, she wasn't a member of the AR team. Although she did mind the agent, a former Iron Blood, at first, but... they had been honest with each other for so many times, what was this grudge?

So using this line of thought to infer, Lancer brought Little Tangle and the agent into the room together to really reconcile the conflict between the two parties. Just take it seriously.

"Not bad. The original sour taste is not so prominent. It has a light pear fragrance, which is very good. No need to add sugar. It has just the right sweetness." Lanser smiled happily. The love of his wives is something that can make people feel very warm!

The meal was quickly prepared, and Haruta simply threw the dishes into the dishwasher, left a note on the table, and then posted a note on the door of the room of an employee who didn't pay the rent at Lancer's place.

Litie said that the two girls have been too lazy recently and have pushed all the cleaning work to Peter. If they continue to do this, she will deduct some of their wages and give it to Peter.

Yes, Skye did not move out of the coffee shop. Instead, she tidied up the small corner in the warehouse that was originally vacated for Deadpool and John Wick to take refuge, made some space for herself, put down a small bed, and happily used her boss's place for free. Anyway, her clothes and other things were all in the van at the door, so there was no need to panic!

That's right, Skye is sleeping in the middle of a pile of guns and ammunition, and he doesn't seem to feel any discomfort at all, his mentality is so stable! Tiyi jokingly calls him a free doorman, Skye said carelessly that this is his dedication.

"Then let's go." Lanser looked at Binjiang, who looked like she hadn't gotten enough sleep and stuffed a sandwich into her mouth. Lanser smiled and stopped her and helped her get into the car. "Thanks to you three for accompanying us on this trip."

"No need to thank them. We are a different life form from you, so we don't need sleep." Mi Meng turned into a human form, stood on the co-pilot box of the vehicle, and knocked on the LCD screen, "Is that right? Guillotine."

"That's right, Mr. Lancer, you just go to sleep, Ms. 191 just put your hands on the steering wheel." Guillotine said that he could act on his own and there was no need to go through so much trouble.

"Okay, thank you for your help." Since the other party said they would come, 191 had no intention of refusing. He turned around and looked at Lancer, "Lancer, what do these politicians want to talk to you about? I searched the format of the hearing, and it doesn't seem to be that friendly."

"Apart from really wanting to figure out what's going on with Asgard that suddenly appeared, I guess it's just a script of party struggle. Since I'm close to the Democratic Party, the Republican side is obviously not very happy and wants to make trouble for me." Lancer shook his head. No matter what time it is, the human clock likes to seize time to fight. They have no idea that the most important thing to solve at this moment is how they should face Asgard and the Asgardian prince who is now undergoing trials on human territory. After all, as Americans, they still have some understanding of hegemony!

Then the value of a direct heir to hegemony is more or less understood. So they were very dissatisfied with Lancer's "unauthorized" action of sending Thor to Ukraine, thinking that Lancer had seriously exceeded his authority! Where did they put the masters of Capitol Hill?

It would be appropriate for them to hold a meeting to discuss and decide Thor's whereabouts.

Lancer's comment on this is: By the time you guys have settled your quarrel, Thor might just die of old age on Earth!

Although the two sides can still reconcile to a certain extent at this time and have not reached the stage of opposing for the sake of opposing, some signs can already be seen.

"These guys are really idle." 79 complained unhappily on the side. Guillotine had already taken the lead and drove on the road. At this time of Ze Ge's time, there were basically no cars on the road, so Guillotine increased the speed to the speed of crossing the line without any care.

"Sleep! Let's not talk about these things anymore, eh!" Binjiang complained unhappily. At this time, Binjiang was leaning against Lanser, looking like he was about to fall asleep at any time. And in order to prevent Lanser from doing anything bad while he was asleep, Binjiang, in the confused eyes of Lanser and Befa, Befa pressed Lanser's legs, and then placed Lanser's hand on Befa's pair of snow-white towering mountains.

To be honest, Belfa didn't mind. After all, it wasn't the first or second time that he was molested by his master. You can guess why it takes so much time to deal with the grease. But this behavior was really a bit weird, so the two were confused.

"Forget it, let's rest. We should be able to reach New York soon." Lancer chose to pick up Belfa, then leaned on his maid's shoulder and fell asleep smelling the pleasant fragrance of her hair.

"Buzz! ~Buzz~" More than two hours later, Lancer's cell phone vibrated. The agent sitting in the front seat quickly took over the phone signal and chatted with the other party. After all, the other party was Frank Underwood, and the old guy came to warn Lancer.

Because Lancer had already submitted a simple report about the trial in Asgard, Lancer roughly described the causes and consequences. Although the humanoids and Amagi helped to proofread the manuscript, Frank still felt that there were too many places that could be manipulated in this document. It would be better if this little fox threw out such a thing on purpose, otherwise when he was questioned by these guys who liked to nitpick, he would inevitably fly into a rage and be given an excuse by the other party.

At this moment Lancer suddenly pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and noticed that he was on a call, "Frank?"

"The sound is very clear, what's wrong?" Frank thought that the signal on Lancer's side was not good. This was a common phenomenon in the United States. After all, he was not like some strange guy who had to plug in a signal tower even in the desert and wasteland.

"It's nothing. You don't have to worry about this matter. I am mentally prepared, and my official military status is with the United Nations, so these guys really can't do anything to me for the time being." Lancer stated a fact calmly.

His current identity as the commander of the Special Operations Command is, on the one hand, because the Five Great Kind People need a channel to allow humans to better cooperate with the Decepticons in combat, and on the other hand,

Because Lancer used Anaheim's technology as bait, he was able to better balance and stabilize all parties.

So in a sense, the identity of the United Nations Expeditionary Special Operations Commander and the identity of Anaheim's CEO complement each other and are indispensable.

Maybe there is a backup for the commander, but is there anyone who can replace the CEO of Anaheim? Do you want Stark or Doom or another top scientist?

Don't make trouble, let's see if they will come! This is a huge troublesome thing. Only Lanser, who will throw a lot of technology to them and doesn't care about the damage to his own interests caused by the spread of technology, can sit firmly in this position.

Otherwise, just look at Anaheim's terrible shareholder composition, and the quarrel will definitely be more interesting than that of the US Congress.

"Okay, got it. Let's meet first?" Lancer frowned as he listened to what Frank said. He was indeed a politician in Congress. Some of the predictions the old man made to him were enough to give him a headache.

"No...it's too much trouble to meet. Let's meet after the meeting." Frank Underwood leaned back on the sofa and rubbed his nose wearily. This little guy Lancer was really good at causing trouble. Such hearings were always fierce.

Because for the congressmen, it is not important what you said, but they want to ask the questions they have designed in advance! The important part is here, as long as you let them ask their questions, they have already succeeded for the most part.

It was unknown whether the little fox Lanser had ever seen such a scene, so he was a little worried that Lanser would explode in anger when faced with such questioning.

And this is exactly what the other party wants.

As for tricks like quoting out of context, distorting the context of words, asking questions and then interrupting others, they are really just tricks, because in many cases, as long as you answer the other party's questions, you are already dancing with shackles. No matter what, your shackles are already on. This does not mean that it increases the difficulty, but...

Only criminals need shackles!

So both publicly and privately, Frank Underwood felt that he needed to lend Lancer a hand this time. At the very least, he couldn't be so stupid as to run directly into the other party's gun. This was definitely not a fun thing to do for either of them.

Others may not have witnessed it, but Frank Underwood, who was standing under the Statue of Liberty that day, knew very well that if Lancer's female companions really wanted to raze Capitol Hill, they would see how much they were willing to contribute.

"Okay." Lancer's voice of agreement came from the other end of the phone, which made the old guy sigh. "You idiots of the Republican Party, you don't know how humble I was to talk to this little bastard in order to save your lives."

"Fuu..." Frank Underwood let out a long sigh, stood up, and prepared to put on his coat and go out.

"Were you contacting that guy named Lancer just now?" Claire came down from the stairs and saw her husband getting ready to go out. She was not surprised at all and asked about Lancer's situation instead.

"Yeah, this bad guy has a hearing this morning." Frank put on his coat, kissed Claire on the cheek very intimately, and then prepared to leave.

But when Frank Underwood walked to the door, he suddenly stopped and turned to look at Claire. "By the way, has Lancer's donation for this year arrived?"

"It's already been deposited. He's always quite straightforward in this regard." Claire nodded to Frank, indicating that she was aware of the situation and had made the corresponding preparations. However, Lancer seemed to be very straightforward in giving the money, so this situation didn't seem to happen to Lancer. However, Frank's serious tone still frightened Claire a little, "Why, is there going to be any problems on his side? Personally? Or with the company?"

"No, I'm just making some necessary preparations for a rainy day." Frank didn't say it directly, but continued to speak ambiguously.

"Ha...he's a good boy."

"Okay, you don't have to worry about so much. After all, we haven't even tried to please anyone in the negotiations."

"Do you look down on me?"

"Um, sorry Claire."

2-170 Hearing

Three identical Ford SUVs drove into the parking lot of the U.S. Capitol. Lancer and his wives all got out of the cars. The security guards nearby showed a shocked expression for a moment, and then whispered to each other. All of them.

"Everyone cheer up, we seem to be a little underestimated!" Lanser's mouth curled up. The security guards around recognized who they were, and then there were inevitable whispers. In a sense, as the seventh-rank officials in front of the prime minister, these security guards naturally and inevitably had the bad habit of looking down on others, not to mention such a strange team like Lanser and his wives.

"Sir, please park these cars in the special parking area for visitors. If you don't want to drive there, you can just hand over the car keys..." A security guard came over with a flattering smile on his face and said politely to Lanser.

"Visitor?" Lanser looked up at the security guard in front of him, "Do you need me to ask someone to come pick me up?" Lanser sneered, really thinking that he didn't know any rules at all.

White? "Also, you'd better not touch these three cars, otherwise you will bear the consequences." Lanser showed a slightly contemptuous smile on his face.

"Sir, this is against the rules..." The security guard seemed a little embarrassed.

"I don't know who greeted you, but this is not my first time on Capitol Hill, you understand?" Lanser also had a smile on his face, "Workers should not get involved in the troubles of the people above. Also, the bug in your left pocket is too old."

"Um... sorry, sir." The security guard opened his mouth with a look of surprise on his face, but said nothing and immediately retreated.

"Where are the tracking results?" Lanser walked directly to the elevator and asked directly.