Marvel Space and Time Administration Growth Log

"What... are we?" 95's eyes were a little vague. Yes, in front of the world's top military force, what are they who don't even have complete human rights?

(This is how it was set up in Girls’ Frontline 1. Although the dolls were allowed to keep some of their finances, there was obviously a prerequisite that they could be ‘owned’ by others. And from the plot of 416, it can be seen that someone would capture the ownerless dolls.)

"You are the bad boy's concubine." Fei's mother leaned over to 95's ear and whispered softly. She had noticed the whispers of these girls. "He loves you as much as we do. Instead of having wild thoughts, you should think about what to cook to feed him in the evening. Otherwise, you will be stripped naked by the bad boy and thrown on the bed to apologize~"

"Hahaha... Mom, if you say that, 95 can't hold up!" Sixteenth brother laughed twice, and sure enough, 95 per catty was red warm.

"They are all his women, there is nothing to care about." Fei Ma shook her head and continued to look at the hearing. The other party was already carefully asking about the content of Asgard, and Lancer obviously did not intend to share too much with them. He just repeated some of the information he wrote in the report. His perfunctory attitude was obvious to everyone.

“So… it can be said that your greatest fighting force is these ladies behind you.

Are they?" A woman took off her glasses and tried to force a smile on her stiff face. Lancer's weirdness had already made these congressmen feel that their blood pressure was a little high.

"That's right! I never deny this." Lancer looked back at his wives and smiled, and then Lancer's wives smiled back as a matter of course.

"Then when the country needs you, can you represent American women to..." The female congresswoman was obviously excited and thought of something. You see, according to the reports they have read, many of the women who participated in the war that day can be compared to Ms. Carol who shined in Ukraine!

Ms. Carol has a very serious ideological deviation for some unknown reason and cannot be controlled, but these women in front of them may be able to...

"I refuse!" Fei Ma simply raised her eyes slightly and glanced at the stage, then looked at the girls beside her, all of whom nodded in unison. "And we all refuse."

"...Why?" The female congressman looked at the people in front of her in astonishment, "Don't you have any patriotism at all..."

"Oh my god..." Frank Underwood couldn't bear to hear it anymore. Lancer was not a good person, and these women were not good people either. You're going to talk about patriotism with them? Believe it or not, they'll just tear up their passports, and then you can prepare for the Navy's riot. Didn't you see what happened off the coast of New York? Why did the Navy send a four-star admiral today? Even if you don't have knowledge, you should have some common sense.

"We obey his orders, follow his back, and wipe out his enemies." Frederick the Great smiled, and all the humanoids and ship girls proudly straightened their bodies. "No matter where his sword points, or who it points to!" Frederick the Great crossed his fingers at this time, and the majesty exuded in his smile made it impossible to look directly at him. "Our bodies and minds belong to him, there is no doubt about that! Do you... understand?"

"Gulp..." The female congressman swallowed her saliva and nodded subconsciously, then suddenly realized that she was completely suppressed by the other party. When she looked down, she saw Lancer, who had heard Fei Ma's passionate confession, flirting with Fei Ma (actually, he was flirting with a group of wives with his eyes).

"Pfft..." Stark laughed at the side, and then his whole body shook with laughter. In an instant, all eyes in the originally silent field were focused on him.

"Mr. Stark, please remain serious." The congressman who presided over the meeting turned pale. It can be said that they have lost everything in this hearing. The difficulty of Lancer was far beyond their imagination. All the questions were basically blocked by him. They even realized that they could not conduct a strict investigation because too many conflicts of interest had been formed.

Not to mention anything else, just say that according to rumors, the CIA seems to have some conflicts with Lancer. The representative they sent didn't say a word during the entire hearing today. They seemed to be deaf, blind and dumb. They didn't have one tenth, not even one percent, of the enthusiasm they had when they were provided with information before!

Nonsense, the CIA representative who had just received a call from Langley and learned that their little tricks were caught by Lancer didn't need to say anything more. A lot of Ukrainian guys died. Even if Lancer is unlikely to kill people directly in Washington, there are still people who have not been on field missions. Who do you think will have the most elite special forces in the world in the future?

"No...haha...ok, take a deep breath...huh..." Stark stood up and walked behind Lancer, patting Lancer on the shoulder, "Man, it's really not easy for you to endure this!"

"You're welcome, you're welcome." Lanser smiled back. It was really hard for him to bear it. These idiots asked such stupid questions, such as the question asked by the congresswoman who was criticized by Fei Ma, whether Asgard would interfere in the internal affairs of American democracy...

Please, would you, the United States, interfere in the internal affairs of a primitive tribe?

Well, maybe. As long as the primitive tribe has oil, bulldozing it is still a form of interference, right?

"I just saw you guys talking about a lot of things and wanting a lot of things... I roughly understand what my hearing will be like in a while." Stark spread his hands and said unscrupulously, "Also, the one over there asking about the financial situation of Anaheim, if you are ignorant, you'd better ask your sponsor, is this a question you can ask? Two countries have already paid a huge price, do you want to be the next one?"

"Two countries? How come I don't know that?" The congressman named by Stark frowned slightly, his expression a little confused.

"Deputy Director Anderson, is it because his confidentiality level is not high enough?" Stark turned and looked at the FBI director beside him, the smirk on his face almost uncontrollable. Lancer had done this several times just now. These congressmen who were usually high and mighty had been confirmed by the cadres of the FBI, NSA and even CIA that they were "not qualified to know" this!

"Not enough. You need a special application to access it. If you submit it now, it will take about seven working days." The FBI executive looked at Stark with some surprise. It was common for Lancer to cooperate with them. It was even said that the FBI wanted to absorb Lancer into their official team. However, they had not yet experienced the terrifying power of the FBI, so they

We were attracted by the AR team back then...

"Well, it turns out that you are not stupid or ignorant. I wronged you." Stark spread his hands and said, "I apologize." He Stark doesn't apologize often! You have to know honor!

"..."The congressman's face suddenly turned gloomy.

"So now, do you still want to touch Anaheim?" Stark's mouth curled up, "I wish you good luck!" He couldn't hold back his smile! His shoulders trembled twice, "In my personal opinion, Anaheim is insignificant without him, but now, Anaheim holds the key to the United Nations Expeditionary Special Operations Command. This guy, hey..."

"Is what Stark said true?" Claire moved closer to Frank Underwood. In the past, Lancer had to rely on Underwood to avoid a lot of trouble. How long has it been since then?

"Yes, the little fox is not someone that anyone can touch now." Frank's mouth curled up. For him, he was not sad for a moment because he might lose a target to coerce and exploit. On the contrary, he was extremely satisfied that he had a strong ally! Where can you find such a strong ally? "Will may be rotated back recently, remember to prepare a family dinner."

"Okay, how long will this hearing last?" Claire looked at Stark, who was full of sarcasm, and raised the corners of her mouth. The stronger Lancer was, the better for them. Just like the stronger Atlas was outside, the more stable Frank Underwood's position would be. For Claire, this was also excellent news.

"Mr. Stark, I hope you can speak carefully. We have great respect for Mr. Lancer. He is a hero who came back from that hell in Ukraine. We have no intention of targeting him. We invited him to attend this hearing today just hoping that he can clarify many things that we don't understand." The host really couldn't bear to listen any longer. It would be fine if they failed in this hearing today, but if they let Stark continue speaking, they would become a laughing stock!

"Oh, your understanding..." Stark reached out and pointed at the gorgeous harem behind Lancer, "including asking his girls if they are willing to... oh, I have to choose a word, change their homes?"

"Bang!" The host banged the gavel. "Mr. Lancer, if you have nothing to add, the hearing is over."

"No more!" Lanser still maintained his smile without any change.

"The meeting is adjourned." After the crisp announcement, he immediately picked up his things and left. It was obvious that the host's mentality was a little broken.

"Hey..." Stark was unhappy. He was actually ignored. "What is this?"

"Stark... be more tolerant. After all, you still have to give them a chance to escape." Lancer put a bottle of soda on the table and whispered, "Just let them go. After all, you will have another chance to embarrass them later."

"That's great." Stark took a sip, then looked at the thing in his hand with some surprise, "What brand is this? The taste is unexpectedly..." He smacked his lips twice, "Not bad."

"Homemade soda, just mix it with juice and add carbonation. I made it this morning." Lancer looked at Stark and wanted to say something, but after noticing someone coming from the other direction, he stood up and saluted the four-star admiral of the Navy. The necessary etiquette still had to be followed, otherwise his maid would definitely complain when he returned home. "General Scott, thank you very much for coming today."

"I wanted to say a few words to help you, but now I think I should fire my spokesperson." Admiral Scott Swift saluted Lancer and shook hands with him. "Get used to it. That's their tone."

"Washington Rules." Lancer put down his hand and responded with a smile, "I heard that the Third Fleet is about to withdraw from the Black Sea? Was it attacked?"

"Yes, thank goodness for your suggestion to let those knights of the Vatican rest on the ship... I really didn't expect that medieval ghost stories would happen in this era." The vice admiral did not elaborate, but it was obvious that the attackers were not the target they originally wanted to guard against, the hateful soldiers of the Skrulls, but more difficult opponents that the knights of the Vatican were more familiar with dealing with.

"Why would these guys attack the fleet? Didn't the latest battle report say that they were spotted attacking the Skrulls, and on a rather large scale?" Lancer had just heard this news when he was driving over. But the battle was over soon. The 200 tough guys from the Vatican who retreated to the ship to rest defeated 10 artificial vampires of low levels (Master Xing passed the Eighteen Bronze Men Formation). No ship was damaged, and only over a hundred crew members were injured. Only a few unlucky guys died at the beginning. It seemed that this encounter was not difficult at all.

"The Knights apologized." Lancer's problem seemed to involve a lot of things. Apparently, the U.S. Navy itself was not very clear about it. This was the only piece of information available at the moment, but it seemed to be enough to explain it.

"Damn...are we supposed to take the blame for them? That's a bit far-fetched!" Lancer loosened his tie, looking a little annoyed.

"All those who died in the battle have been cremated, and the Vatican has sent a cardinal to preside over their funerals."

"Can

There are probably more Protestants here than not.”

"The cardinal came with a check for €50."

"Oh, that's not important."

2-173 Anaheim Manufacturing Plant

"Mr. Lancer!" The huge excavator looked down at Lancer, "The project progress has exceeded 39%. It will take us about 5 days to complete the foundation construction. The placement of the specific equipment will take one day, and the specific installation will be the responsibility of the equipment company." The excavator simply reported to Lancer.

"Are you used to the work?" Lancer said with a smile. Compared with the tank team led by Lancer himself, Digger and Lancer had a good relationship, but there was always a lack of intimacy. For example, the lazy Fraud had learned how to play dead and act like a spoiled child in front of Fei Ma without any instruction.

After the farce hearing, Lancer attended Stark's hearing in the afternoon. Stark went even further than he did in his own hearing. Not only did he kill the other party crazily, he also embarrassed Hammer Industries who came to testify. He mocked the other party's mechanical design, saying that it was not as reliable as the one made by a little girl next door with a hammer and a wrench.

"Who are you talking about! Stark! Let's duel if you dare! I'm going to kill you with my Stinger, you conspicuous person in the sky!" SOPII jumped up immediately. Previously, in order to find a way to enhance the combat effectiveness of their humanoids, she built an all-terrain bipedal power armor, but the effect was not good after trying it. She originally planned to modify it when she had time, but Stark saw it when he broke into the warehouse. Now he is using it to taunt Hammer! ? I have 6 stingers on the rack! Kill you!

He had to be kicked by his mother and rolled on the ground twice before he was willing to work obediently, just like a rebellious little kid.

"Can you please get these guys out of here!" Bulldozer's request was simple and clear, easy to understand. He pointed at the reporters on the road.

"No, no, no... You can't just ask them to go away so simply and rudely. They are just filming you and not interfering with your work. You are now the image representative of the Decepticons. Come, wave to them in a friendly manner, then go over and squat in front of them. Tell them that you are available for a simple interview, with only one question per person. But could you please not point the camera at you like this? It makes you nervous." Lancer shrugged. It could only be said that those who came were not the most fierce ones.

For example, the tank team that had a good relationship with him and was leading the attack must have already started pulling out his pistol and pointing at the group of reporters.

Decepticons, when is it strange to have a good temper? The situation where the ship girls' guns are pointed at their heads does not count.

"...I don't like this kind of social activities." Forklift muttered, but he was very sure that what Lancer proposed was indeed a very good suggestion that could quickly solve the problem that was bothering him.

"If the other party asks something strange, just say it's a private matter and it's inconvenient to answer. After all, we are different species and have different habits." Lanser added with a smile, then turned to look at Casper, "Deduct one point from Casper."

"Well, it's true that I didn't notice this problem." Casper spread his hands, then looked at everything in front of him with a bit of high spirits, "Can you believe it? After you seconded them here, the progress of the project was more than five times the normal time. It would have taken one or two days to move a lot of large equipment, but they just picked it up, walked a few steps, stuffed it in... and it was over... Crazy..."

"So isn't it a huge waste for such civil engineers to go to war?" Lancer sighed. Who said that the Decepticons don't have construction talents? Because they have a good relationship, Stark visited the construction of the Decepticons' own base and was said to be very shocked. After all, the island was bought not long ago. The surface seemed to be nothing, but a huge hole had been dug underground. Two sets of Otto fusion furnaces and an Ark reactor were already running in their base. Stark also helped them solve some problems with the energy connection between the Otto furnace and the Ark furnace.

"That's true, but if the front line needs to build fortifications, they will also be needed." Casper said stubbornly.

"Come on, we all know that wars are no longer decided by one or two fortresses. The time it takes to build a fortress is enough for them to build more than a dozen factories, and the output of these factories will increase the factor of victory far more than that of a fortress." Lanser looked at the bulldozer who was squatting on the road and communicating with the reporters, "After he finishes the communication, help them clean up. It's a huge surprise that he listens to advice. Don't leave any trouble. After all, what these reporters like most is to talk nonsense."

"Understood. I'll go and solve this problem." Casper nodded. After all, he was working for them. The diggers had to solve whatever you said. Casper felt a little embarrassed. If Anaheim couldn't solve such a small matter, it would really be looked down upon by other giants in the corporate alliance.

"Lance, do you have any misunderstanding about large laboratories?" Chkalov walked to Lancer and poked him in the chest.

"I should have built the necessary dust-proof and waterproof systems." Lancer blinked. He was a little confused by Chkalov's dissatisfaction. After all, when he asked her if she had any requirements, Chkalov didn't say anything. Why was he saying this now?

"These are the items that need to be rectified!" SOPII sent a list to Casper. Casper took out his fruit machine and flipped through it, then nodded to SOPII. "I will solve these problems when the renovation is actually carried out. But when will your equipment arrive? Once the construction of the digging tiger is completed and sealed, it will not be so easy to move things up."

"Don't worry, I will move in by myself!" Chkalov glanced back at Casper, "You can go and do your thing. Let's go around the park with Lancer!"

Casper looked at Lancer, Lancer winked at him, and Casper rolled his eyes. He could already hear Qianjitan laughing behind him. Although Casper was not the type who lacked popularity with women, but now...

Singles were brutally murdered.

"Let's have dinner together tonight. Koko has arrived in New York. It seems that she is here to slam the table. It has something to do with you. The Decepticons have been resting for too long because of insufficient infantry." Casper said softly. It is better to communicate this matter first. After all, according to Koko's habit, she will definitely open her mouth and speak sweetly. The Decepticons are not here to guard the house for your corporate alliance! War is their main business!

If Lancer turns hostile, then this meeting will be interesting. After all, they are not the same as they were in the past. When two arms dealers collide, they will just have a falling out and the negotiations will end with gunfire! There is no such a troublesome thing. Anyway, everyone will talk about strength or the power behind them in the end. Either they fight to the death or they will fight to the death.

The dispute between Lanser and Koko back then could really be considered a gentleman's dispute, at least both sides maintained a positive attitude, which also left room for a turnaround in the relationship.

HCLI might be feeling a little depressed right now, because their crown prince and eldest princess seem... seem... to be about to leave HCLI and go solo for the time being.

Not to mention Casper, who is now the de facto steward of Anaheim. He was taken away by Lancer in a trade with HCLI. This deal is very cost-effective for Anaheim.

As for Princess Koko, although she has not nominally left HCLI, her current role transition is very smooth. She is very good at playing the role of the Decepticons' interest agent and helping the Decepticons to get various benefits at various high-end meetings. This is also the reason why they were able to build several Otto fusion reactors in a short period of time.

But the feeling given to HCLI is very subtle, especially Koko is very diligent in finding faults with HCLI. Whenever the materials are delayed for more than 10 hours, she picks up the phone and scolds the person in charge. In this regard, Casper can only say that his sister is petty and even doesn't let him go! Don't count on others.

"Let's eat, with Koko." Lansher showed an obvious hesitation. It's not that he had any opinions about Koko. He simply had a similar trait to Koko, which was that he just couldn't swallow his anger. In other words, he wasn't very broad-minded.

"Not bad! I haven't seen Koko for a while." Fei's mother nodded. In fact, there was no conflict between the two of them. It was just that two somewhat similar individuals had a sense of repulsion towards each other.

"Okay, I happen to have a restaurant, and I want to go there and try it out." Lanser sighed and agreed, "Have you heard of Fu Shou Lou in Chinatown?"

"I don't have any special liking for Chinese food, but since you said so, it should be not bad. See you later!" Casper said hello to Lancer and turned away.

"Remember to deal with those reporters." Lancer reminded him, and Casper made a hand gesture to leave it to me. Obviously, he didn't intend to talk to these reporters one by one. He had Murdoch's phone number, so why should he go to the trouble of taking care of them one by one.

"Let's go for a walk!" Lancer held his little tail agent with his left hand and put his other hand around Chkalov's waist, and a group of people started wandering around in this huge shipyard. The biggest transformation Lancer made to this shipyard was to plant some trees and shrubs in the open space inside the shipyard, adding some green to the world that was originally filled with only steel and concrete, making it look less cold.

"Okay!" A group of people started hanging out in the large construction site with laughter. After all, for them, this would be Lancer's career base in the future!

A gust of wind blew past the factory name covered by a red cloth: "Anaheim Manufacturing Plant"

2-174 The Chef of Fushoulou

"Hello... Wow, so many beauties!" A woman who looked quite familiar to Lan Ser, but whom he met for the first time, saw three cars stopped in front of the door, so she took the initiative to come out to greet the guests. As a result, as soon as the car doors opened, more than a dozen beauties jumped out of the cars.

"The second floor is reserved. If there are any guests, please ask them to move to another seat. Their meal expenses will be on me." When Lanser's voice reached the ears of Miss Chen, she was quite surprised.

"Hello, we don't offer private booking services here."

"2." Lanser came up to the young lady, took the two stacks of dollars from Fei Ma's hand and gently handed them to the young lady in front of him.

"...It seems that since you came early, there is no one on the second floor yet. It's not impossible, but does the 20,000 include the cost of meals?"

"

Thirty thousand, and can you provide the kind of self-service ordering? My people have a big appetite. "Lance said with a smile, well, the chefs in the kitchen were exhausted in those days, but for Fushoulou, 3 US dollars, at least there is a net profit of nearly 5000, which is pretty good, "If you are satisfied, add another tip at the end." Lanser looked at the little sister of the Chen family in front of him with golden eyes.

"I hope their dishes are worth the price of 3." AR5's eyes flashed with hostility. It was normal for Lancer to spend money, otherwise why would she earn so much? She could just pay for the meal directly through Anaheim's account. But if the food in this restaurant was not good, don't blame her for causing trouble!

Recently, Lancer disagreed with him to continue mowing shareholders, that is, Chkalov's third class sold well, which comforted AR15 a little. So when AR3 heard Lancer open his mouth and pay 5 US dollars, she was a little unhappy. Of course, she was unhappy about why Fu Shou Lou was so expensive. Then she glanced at Binjiang and the others in front of her, tilted her head, and said, "Hmph! I'll tell them to eat as much as they want when they eat buffet! They can't make money!"

"When my guests arrive, they will tell me my name, and you just need to bring them upstairs." Lanser glanced at the restaurant, but didn't say much, and took the girls upstairs.

"Hmm?" Miss Chen looked at Lanser with a puzzled look. He had been here before! ? Such an eye-catching person had been here before. There was no reason for him not to remember him. After all, there were so many beautiful girls. Oh, it was too dazzling! This man would die in bed sooner or later! But he had to work hard today! They made money! Those bastards deserved to die!

She had prayed for a long time in a certain dimension, hoping that Lansel would live longer. After all, their family supported half of their restaurant's business.

"Commander, it's dinner time now. There's only one table of people downstairs, and there are many signs of damage." M4 walked up to Lancer and whispered.

"Well, it looks like something has happened. I don't know which family is so blind. The chef of this family..." Lanser's mouth curled up. "Just wait and see. QBZ team, work hard. Block the stairs. Xiao Tangle, all the windows. Binjiang, take out your weapons."

The humanoids didn't waste any time and walked directly in front of Binjiang. The commander was just making necessary preparations. The QBZ team guarded the stairs, and then the AR team shot directly from the window. It was a configuration for an annihilation war. If the problem could not be solved, the agent would directly break out of the window to join the battle.

If this still can't solve the problem... what kind of monsters and demons have fighting power? !

Then Lancer could legitimately use the excuse that the commander of the United Nations Expeditionary Special Operations Command was attacked and deploy his strongest force.

"Okay." Binjiang nodded, then took out the humanoid equipment bag. A pile of bags fell in front of her. She bent down and handed them to the humanoid girls in front of her one by one. The humanoids didn't say anything nonsense, turned around and walked into a small private room on the side, unzipped it, took out a pistol and several magazines from it, then turned around and walked out with the bag. After all, it was a bit scary to directly show off the assault rifle.

Only 191 stayed in the room. He took out his assault rifle, loaded the magazine, pulled the bolt, closed the safety lock, leaned against the wall, and started electronic warfare with the assault rifle slung over his shoulder, invading all nearby communication equipment and trying to find a target.

"Oh, it makes me feel safe to see you guys coming up here. Where's Lancer?" Soon, Casper's voice came from the corner of the stairs. 79 was lying on the stairs and waved at him.

"You booked the whole place? This hotel doesn't seem to be very suitable for dining." Koko started complaining as she walked in. Falme next to her twitched her lips. She hoped that Koko would at least remember what she had said on the way here and remember to control her mouth. Not to mention Lancer's current status and position, the force that had been exposed was no longer to be taken lightly. The reason they were able to survive back then was really because Lancer didn't like to say much.

"Although the downstairs has been simply repaired, there are indeed many signs of being smashed." Everyone is walking on the edge of a knife. In some situations, they can know everything with just a quick glance. Although for them, it is not a cause for concern, their respective security forces can ensure that they can easily fight their way out.

"So you're already on guard." Lan Se reached his hand back, wanting to pat Brother Sixteen's butt, but Brother Sixteen grabbed Lan Se's palm, pinched it, and then let go.

"Hello! Can I order now? How many rooms will you guys be divided into?" Although the scene deployed by Lan Se and the others was a bit strange, Miss Chen had seen some things after all, so she continued speaking naturally.

"Four rooms, each room will have a meal for $4. If they still have room to eat, we'll ask them what they want to eat and then serve them. I'll just copy the one next to mine." Lanser said with a smile, "Is that okay?"

"No problem, you look like a straightforward person!" The young lady from the Chen family nodded and went downstairs to copy a book. Wow, this statement is really heroic!

"Commander, there are six or seven cars approaching the corner. It looks like our meal will have to be postponed." Brother Sixteen said with a smile.