Marvel Space and Time Administration Growth Log

"There are currently more than 200 workers and about 30 engineers." Lanser looked at the girl in front of him. He seemed to remember that her name was Chen Xiaofan, but she herself didn't like this name very much. So in her memory, the girls in Lanser always called her Miss Chen. "The window needs to provide fast food and specially ordered stir-fried dishes. Can you do that?"

"It's not a big deal." The little girl waved her hand, and then seemed to suddenly remember that...she looked behind Lanser with a smile, "Would you like to eat too?"

"Normally not. If you come, we will notify you in advance." Fei's mother smiled. Oh, the girls had just eaten and drunk a lot, and Lansor also packed a lot of dishes to feed his weird teacher in black silk stockings. It was obvious that these chefs had burned out their last bit of physical strength after such a tough battle.

"Well, that should be enough." Chen Jia

The young lady said with a smile on her face. It can be seen that several people have finished eating the dishes they prepared for a normal day of business. In the middle, Lao Chen called and ordered a lot of dishes. Fortunately, Lancer and others talked about things while eating, so as not to embarrass themselves. The appetite of the ship girl is so ferocious. Just as AR15 hoped, 35000 dollars is just a small profit.

"I'm sorry, my daughter really is..." Old Chen sighed and pushed his daughter away. He felt that if his daughter continued talking, he would probably be forced by her to go over there and open a store tomorrow. Even an old hand like him had to admit one thing, the two people in front of him were very sincere, freeing the rent and providing all the benefits. What kind of philanthropists they were.

But Lao Chen thought about it, no matter what, at least his daughter's safety was not a problem. He just consulted some old friends about what kind of company Anaheim was. As a result, after a few friends were silent for a while, they asked him what happened, and then praised him for "climbing up the ladder" and took the initiative to get close to him, which made Lao Chen very emotional.

"It's okay. Such an energetic girl is great." Lanser reached out and shook hands with Lao Chen. "You need to come here often to supervise the process."

"Of course, of course." Old Chen had a smile on his face. His daughter had already talked to him to such an extent, and the other party was also very sincere.

"Hey! Well, I wanted to ask you just now, are you the owner of Springfield Coffee Shop?" After being pushed aside by her father, Miss Chen rolled her eyes, then moved to the side of Springfield and asked in a low voice.

"Well, yes, my name is Chuntian, hello, what can I do for you?" Chuntian tilted her head. She had a good meal today, and most importantly, she was very happy. 95, which has always prided itself on being good at Chinese cuisine, found that her cooking skills had been surpassed by others. That's what it means to eat a lot of twists and turns.

"Wow! My friend has been thinking about your coffee shop since he went there last time!" Miss Chen's eyes flickered. "Let's take a photo together? Then it looks like I can go to your place and try your coffee next time."

"Okay, welcome. When you come, I'll personally make you a cup of Blue Mountain." Chuntian was a little surprised, but only a little. After all, her coffee shop has a lot of repeat customers.

Then, when she was about to turn around, she suddenly saw a bald old man walking towards her with a smile, waving at her from a distance and saying something. Then, the little sister Chen was rolling her eyes, and she saw Chuntian flashing his eyes and blocking her behind him. Then, 79 and 191 of the QBZ team walked over directly with guns slung over their shoulders. Yes, the girls were all armed.

"ID card." 191 said indifferently. Chuntian hoped that someone would make things difficult for the other party. After all, this bald guy took the money from his little fans, and it seemed that he was doing nothing but cheating on his fellow thieves, or even acting as a traitor to the other party.

"Are you the police? ID cards? I'm telling you, I've been hanging around this street for decades, and I've seen everything except you..."

"Kacha..." 79 took out the big black star and pressed it against his forehead, "FBI, if you don't cooperate, I think you are smuggled in from the underworld."

"..." The bald man gestured vigorously at the police car across the street. The cold touch of the pistol against his forehead made his liver tremble. Then he watched the policeman opposite silently get into the car and close the door. Then he said to the girl in front of him in a fawning manner with some fear, "I don't know a great man! No matter who I offended, can you give me a way out?!"

"Heh..." 79 looked at him with a fake smile, and then a car on the other side opened its door, and two people in plain clothes got out and walked quickly to 79's side. "We'll take over here. What's going on?" Then the agent took out his ID from his pocket, "FBI, you're under arrest."

"I...I...I just came out for a walk! I didn't do anything." Uncle Li was shocked. He pulled out a gun! Why didn't you even look at it? Why did you arrest me?

"Oh? Really?" 191 reached out and pulled out a BlackBerry from his coat pocket. His eyes flickered and he threw it to the FBI agent standing by. "The password is 112345. He's a gangster, involved in drug and human trafficking. He got more than 2 in dividends today. The bank is City Bank of New York. You need to check the account number yourself."

"Thank you!" The FBI agent took the phone and was obviously stunned. The New York FBI had a good relationship with Lancer. They used to borrow a batch of black guns from Lancer from time to time, and returned them to Lancer after use, asking Lancer to sell them. In addition, they also needed to sell the guns to earn some extra revenue. Now that Lancer has quit, they are a little sad.

Now, the credit has been given to the FBI, how can they refuse?! What else can you say? Let's go, man, let's talk about the 2 US dollars you received today, let's talk about it in detail! Don't worry, we are not the Lubyanka Hotel, you don't have to worry about us beating you to death, don't worry!

"..." Old Chen wanted to say something. Uncle Li had been their neighbor for many years. How could he be like this... Then he was stopped by his own daughter. Is this something they can do? Let's see who did it first! For people like them, the man in front of them could have been killed with just one finger. How could they not accept his kindness?

"Then we

Goodbye, prepare the canteen as soon as possible, because our factory... is actually under great pressure from many people." Lanser tilted his head. It was obvious that the revenge of his concubines was not just for the man in front of him. After all, Lanser had thought about whether to live in Chinatown. I won't talk about the process. The result was that Fei Ma almost showed off her ship suit for the first time.

At this time, three vehicles drove over from a distance. Lancer got in the car and looked at the cars. Koko rolled her eyes suddenly. If you want to say who is the best at commanding those Decepticons, it's you!

"By the way." Lancer suddenly turned back to look at Casper, "Can you tell HCLI about this for me?"

"Tell me!" Koko said impatiently.

"Okay." Casper nodded.

"Well... it's all the same. Anyway, the big blond guy hasn't had a good time lately. If you can, give him a hand. Also... don't get too close to him. He's just silly, not stupid."

"A big blond guy?" Koko was stunned.

"I understand, but it's more convenient for Koko to do it now."

"Huh?! You're trying to trick me again!"

"Heh...good luck to you!"

2-178 Thor's New Position

"I have 3300 people here! I need these foods! Heating equipment! Do you know what the temperature is now? People will die if there are not enough blankets at night." Thor shouted loudly while holding the mobile phone. Although he was sent from the United States due to the bombing only a week or two ago, Thor has begun to adapt to the work here. He is just naive, not stupid.

"I'm sorry, Thor... I have food for 3300 people and blankets for 3300 people, but these are military supplies. I can't provide you with any of them." The officer opposite Thor lowered his head but spoke in a firm tone. A confrontation between hundreds of thousands of people, especially a racial war of this kind, where both sides have already fought with real anger, the fight between the two sides will not end so easily, not to mention that humans have to ensure that no Skrull can leave alive in the entire Ukrainian land.

The Skrulls also know this, and even recently some dark creatures seem to have suddenly realized something and have begun to actively contact humans, saying that they can provide some assistance as long as humans do not kill each other after the war. They have suddenly become interested in peace.

In this regard, Lanser could only say that there might be a traitor inside the Pentagon... Otherwise, how could they just start to plot against them and use their fellow villagers' heads to do something, but suddenly they became cowards? How could this be possible!

"Man, 3300 people, only one day's worth of food left. Isn't this war just to keep them alive? And any warm clothes, we can chop firewood ourselves, as much as we can give."

"...I can only give you 200 kilograms of rice and clothes...We really have no better way, but we have a batch of tents and some inflatable mattresses. They are not warm and were delivered by mistake, so if you need them, just take as much as you want." The quartermaster sighed.

On one hand, our brothers on the front line are fighting, and the whole of Ukraine is consuming huge amounts of supplies every day. Moreover, as the snow begins to fall, the temperature drops sharply, and humans need more resources to ensure their survival.

At the beginning, Lancer was able to provide the food, on the one hand, because he had the hard laborer Koko, and on the other hand, the supplies Lancer stockpiled at the beginning were very terrifying. After all, an aircraft carrier, two battleships, and a light cruiser. Normally speaking, a large battleship is a small town floating on the sea, so the food reserves are definitely sufficient.

But Thor had none of these. Even if he did have some administrative experience, he was only in charge of some things at the forefront of the war. But at that time, he could basically use Asgard's military supplies at will, and the current situation would not have happened.

"200 kilograms of rice... that's enough for a few days. We still have at least 100 wounded. How can this be enough? At least 1 ton!" Thor was in a state of panic. 200 kilograms? Is it enough for mouths a day? ! Tents and mattresses can at least block the cold wind. If we chop more wood and build a fire, we won't feel cold at least.

"The soldiers on the front line are still fighting hard. I can't use their supplies to feed these Ukrainians. You should go find those merchants." The quartermaster said helplessly. This is the army's warehouse, not the Red Cross emergency warehouse. If the Red Cross could deliver the supplies, they would have delivered it long ago!

Because of the destruction of the war, bridges and roads were all completely damaged. Several large rivers in Ukraine alone have become a huge problem for transportation. Even if some floating bridges were built, it is obvious that they are already very difficult for the army to use.

After all, as a Skrull who specializes in espionage, this is not the first time they have faced an opponent who can discover their talent for transformation. There are still many ways for them to do so. They have infiltrated and sabotaged more than once or twice, and the most convenient way of infiltration is undoubtedly to disguise themselves as Ukrainian refugees who have escaped from the Skrull-controlled area.

Maybe it's okay once or twice, but after this happens repeatedly, even though everyone knows it shouldn't happen, everyone knows...

But to be honest, facing these terrible things, it is absolutely impossible to say that these soldiers will not vent their anger, so the attitude of the army towards these real Ukrainian refugees

, just don't bother me, just get out of here! If you get close, whether you want to ask for food or help, the first thing you may face is guns raised from all sides.

There is no way. No one knows whether you are holding a baby, a weapon, or even a pack of explosives in your arms. Floating bridges have been blown off like this countless times.

So now, the NATO army has simply stipulated that Ukrainian refugees are prohibited from approaching the pontoon bridge. If they violate the regulations, the garrison has the right to use force to drive them away. Under such circumstances, the situation of the remaining refugees in Ukraine is conceivably miserable.

As a result, a large number of refugees were stranded in the war zone, and Thor was assigned to take charge of one of the larger refugee camps.

"Merchants...you know the price they offer is not something we can afford." Thor shook his head. Because of the existence of this strange organization, the Corporate Alliance, merchants are very active in this war. Even in the current front line, there is still a group of merchants active. They should still be able to buy food.

Today's Ukraine is no longer the world's granary as it used to be. The farmlands that were almost ready for harvest have long been turned into piles of ashes under the artillery fire, and most of the previously stored food has long been stockpiled by the Skrulls in preparation for a long-term battle.

So selling food on the front line is like selling one's life. This price is not something that a group of refugees who have lost everything can afford. So after trying his best, Thor was forced to go to Liangshan for supplies and went straight to the army to forcibly demand supplies.

"Yes, but, sorry, these are military supplies. I can't give them to them at the risk of being shot." The quartermaster said helplessly. This man really couldn't be beaten or scolded, but he had to stick to his bottom line. After saying this, he said, "400 kilograms of rice. Sorry, this is all I can do."

"...Thank you..." Thor was silent for a while. He shook his head and patted his forehead. "Where are the things? I need a car."

"No problem. I'll send you the driver as well." The quartermaster agreed very readily, with no intention of delaying at all. After all, his superiors had really offered to assist him. It was just that the supplies on the entire front were in poor condition due to the transportation routes and the destruction by the Skrulls. Now it was even necessary to organize a large fleet of transport helicopters as one of the necessary means of replenishing supplies. Therefore, it was even more impossible to use them for the refugees. There was really no way to squeeze out the supplies.

Soon, Thor left in a car. In the end, the quartermaster gave some things that the US troops didn't like, such as canned luncheon meat, which made the supplies look more abundant than expected.

Because it was not too far, he arrived at the refugee camp half an hour later. As soon as he arrived here, he smelled a fragrance. It seemed that some unlucky animals were hunted by them today. So the members of the United Nations High Commissioner for Refugees are working hard to take good care of the people in this camp.

"Thor!" A woman looked at the man in front of her with surprise, as well as the military vehicle he was riding in. In any case, Thor was going to get the supplies, which was a very good thing.

"Finally we got some things so that everyone can have enough food to eat for a few days." Thor took a deep breath, and got off the car with a smile after accepting them. He wanted to give these people confidence. He hugged the staff of the UNHCR. He respected this group of people very much. It was because of their efforts that these Ukrainians managed to hold on until now. Thor told the truth that without them, he alone could not have done the job he was doing now.

"I'll go talk to Tommy, and then we'll have dinner together." Thor smiled and patted the guys in front of him, then walked into the tent, and his face instantly turned not so good.

"Why are you unhappy? Didn't you get the supplies?" An old white man pushed his reading glasses, stopped his work, looked at the tired and discouraged man in front of him, and sighed. He didn't know why the people above would send such an alien prince to him, but to be honest, things did become much easier after he came.

"400 kilograms of rice, a few hundred water purification tablets, and about ten boxes of canned food." Thor leaned back in his chair. At this moment, he took off his mask and felt deeply exhausted. "Is it enough for three days?"

"Three days? I'll try my best to get them to extend it to five days." Old Tommy handed Thor a glass of water. Water was the only thing they had here. "We caught some fish today and dug up some potatoes from the fields. We can barely make ends meet, right? You also got a tent? That's good."

"But it's still a drop in the bucket, unless..." Thor sighed. Maintaining this camp gave him too much mental pressure. Even a strong man like him was already feeling exhausted.

"Unless we can evacuate them, but because of the Skrulls, they won't agree to let us walk on the bridge." The old man shook his head, "So we either have to find a way ourselves, or... let's see."

"Damn it... These people shouldn't die here." Thor clenched his fists, but the fatigue that surged up made him unable to think of any good solution.

"Take a break. I'll call you when it's time for dinner." Old Tommy shook his head. Everyone knew it, but no one dared to do it, because even Tommy couldn't be sure.

Are there any Skrulls in the camp?

"Hmm...I'll think about it..."

"Go to sleep, kid, you did a great job, really."

2-179 Sudden Intention

"Really... you've learned to beg for help? You've put down your dignity for the sake of others. That's at least some progress." Lanser rubbed his nose bridge and listened to 95's report. They were dragged back after only a few days in New York. Lanser was speechless.

"Yes." 95 leaned against Lancer, "Why didn't he contact you."

"How can a candidate contact the invigilator directly after the exam?" Lancer said unhappily, "But I don't understand why he didn't contact the Decepticons. Forget it, don't Steve and the others need to rest? Let them contact Thor and help with an assessment. Then bring some food and supplies. I heard that there are a lot more people in that camp. It will take some time for Koko to arrive."

"Yes, Steve... He wrote back. He has heard about that person and is on his way there. It's just that he couldn't gather much food. The supplies in Ukraine are already very tight. However... because of the dislike from all parties, he brought a lot of 08 rice dumplings... Why haven't they been eaten yet? We only left behind about 95 or of them in the first place, so they should have been consumed by now." twitched his mouth, with a somewhat unnatural expression.

"Sister, there was news last time that someone started a fully automatic production line, and then further cut down on other varieties, leaving only two styles: Yangzhou fried rice and snow vegetable fried rice. And according to previous reports from the front line, there are also huge team bags with some chocolates in them..." 97 sat in the back seat of the guillotine. After all, the sofa was more comfortable than the soft bench in the C17 cabin.

"..." Lanser suddenly didn't want to talk anymore. It seemed that he was the source of all evil, right? He raised the bad reputation of Zongzi rice of a certain Eastern country to the level of spiritual and physical? Forget it. It was good enough to have a meal at this time. Did these refugees want three dishes and one soup with fish and meat for each person?

To be honest, apart from those nominally nice words, few of the leaders of various countries actually have a good attitude towards the huge social hidden dangers and financial black holes of refugees. In addition, it has been proven that the Skrulls will blend in with the Ukrainian refugees on a large scale. In this case, all countries look at Ukrainian refugees with disgust. So even though it is impossible to say that the attitude of the United Nations has come out, Ukrainians will stay where they are and wait for post-war reconstruction.

This is why Lancer sent Thor over. This guy has to give face to everyone, no matter how much, you can't not give it! The quartermaster who was blocked by Thor, although he was not happy about it, still gave some supplies.

And now new problems are emerging. Due to the lack of supplies, many refugee camps are almost unable to hold on. In contrast, in the relatively large camp where Thor is located, which can get some supplies by providing certain logistical services to NATO, where will more and more Ukrainian refugees set their goals?

The test is still waiting for Thor...

"Lancer, the French generals are complaining in the group that they don't have enough training equipment, and that the combat effectiveness of the power armor seems to be lower than expected, and it costs so much money." M4 showed the tablet in his hand to Lancer.

"What's the point of complaining! If you don't want it, you can distribute it to others first! All countries are saying that it's not enough!" Lancer said unhappily, "Send it out. Because of the French general's opinion, the amount distributed to France will be reduced in the near future, and then after the modification is completed, the amount distributed to France will be increased." Lancer said unhappily, "Have you forgotten something? I'm the CEO of Anaheim. Frenchman, what are you doing, you're scolding a bald donkey in front of a monk!"

"The group suddenly became very lively." Chuntian's mouth curled up. The offensive message sent directly by 191 using Lancer's real name not only stunned the French, but also the group of senior UN officers were stunned for a moment. Then the British were the first to arrive and started the intensive watching mode.

The British jumped up first and said that they were very satisfied with this batch of exoskeletons. They would pack up all the batches that the French didn't want! If they were short of money, they could just throw the French out of Anaheim and they would pay immediately. How many pounds did they want? Speak!

Then the other three jumped out immediately and really started to slam France. After all, except for the Americans who had a little more shares, everyone was the same, so naturally if you had a little more, I would have a little less! Now that the French are courting death! Hmm...

What a death!

Of course, the generals of several countries are more worried about the group of special forces who are letting themselves go and doing all kinds of things in their power armor than competing for the first batch of products. It seems wrong to say that they are not training at all, but you say they are training? Haha... Look at their bright smiles, is this training? Just have fun!

So Lancer was knocked on the head by the dissatisfied generals and dragged back from his happy nest in New York.

But this time Chkalov didn't follow, and SOPII was also left behind. When Lancer left, SOPII hugged Lancer's thigh and really cried! But she turned around and was carried away by Chkalov. Crying was useless... When the experiment reached a critical moment, SOPII was the only one who could help here.

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So Chuntian, who originally planned to stay and look after the store, happily followed Lancer onto the plane. She was temporarily added to the AR team, hoping that the soldiers would be happy when they saw Chuntian in the AR team! Although it didn't really matter to them.

In order to get Lancer back as soon as possible, they would simply send a C17 transport plane to New York to facilitate the return, so that Lancer could take his harem and the Wanderer Squad directly from New York in the northern east coast of the United States to the training base in the central part of the country.

"I remember they said that these guys were training today in the name of an exercise, right?" Lanser, who was sleep-deprived, looked a little unfriendly. It was these bastards who were causing trouble for me, right? "Then shouldn't we find something for them to do as well?"

"Give the generals a look! I need some support. Tell the base to sound the alarm and launch fighter jets to fight. If possible, I hope they can act more realistically. It would be best if we can also launch two fighter jets to welcome them." Lancer knocked on the door of the captain's cabin while speaking. "Mr. Captain, the temporary exercise now is a very low-altitude penetration and airdrop. Can you do it?"

"Hmm? Sir? Are you sure?" The captain turned to Lancer with a confused look on his face. Wasn't this a simple transport mission? Why was there such an exciting mission all of a sudden? The expressions on the faces of the two captains and co-pilots quickly became very interesting.

"You have received a formal order." Lancer nodded, his expression became very serious, and then he winked at the other party, "The air force will probably come over and touch our heads soon, so we will need a low-altitude airdrop."

"General, your equipment..." The captain scratched his cheek. Lancer and his men came up in plain clothes, and there were three SUVs. Now Lancer said they wanted to make an extreme low-altitude direct parachute jump. They could fly, but... could Lancer and his men do it? Wouldn't it be suicide to jump without equipment?

"You might as well take another look." Lancer made way for the seat behind him, and the captain looked through the open door toward the cabin. Although it was just a quick glance, he saw a group of girls already wearing exoskeleton armor (humanoid) and were busy mounting heavy equipment parachutes onto three SUVs.

"Understood! We are starting to lower our altitude now. We still have about an hour to fly. If there is a confrontation with fighter planes as you said, do we need to perform tactical evasive maneuvers?"

"Everything is based on actual combat. After all, if nothing unexpected happens next time, we may really need to force our way into the war zone and decapitate the enemy." Lancer said seriously. The captain nodded to show that he understood. He didn't even think about where Lancer got so much equipment from.

"The exercise permit has been issued. The 27th Fighter Squadron of the 333st Fighter Wing will provide us with air support, and the F15E of the 4rd Fighter Squadron will be responsible for shooting us down! Both sides have begun to take off urgently." M's voice appeared in Lancer's ears.

Lancer could already imagine the pilots of the two fighter squadrons cursing as they rushed towards their respective fighters. Since it was a temporary exercise and the situation itself was not that serious, there was no need to die. As long as the planes took off and locked onto the opponent for a period of time, the opponent would be considered shot down.

And judging from the types of aircraft deployed by both sides, Lancer felt that the pilots of the 333rd Squadron must have been full of the desire to complain in their hearts, and they began to take off urgently while cursing.

"Then General Lancer, please fasten your seat belt immediately! We will start to lower the altitude immediately!" The captain said quickly, and at the same time he began to make an emergency broadcast in the cabin, but the content of his broadcast was quite speechless.

"We have received an emergency notice from the North American Aerospace Defense Command that unidentified fighter jets are approaching rapidly. We are now beginning to lower our altitude and are ready to airdrop at any time." The captain made a reasonable description based on his own judgment. After all, this kind of exercise without a script and without character introductions is rare for him.

"Thank you for your cooperation." Lancer smiled, turned around and left, then sat directly in the driving seat of the guillotine and fastened his seat belt. The humanoids began to gather near the tail warehouse. Everything was ready!

2-180 We are all wearing armor, why are you so fast?

"What the hell is going on?" A group of soldiers who were playing ball for fun during their break were suddenly faced with a sharp alarm that sounded without any warning throughout the base. Everyone was confused, but as the world's best special forces, they still rushed to the combat training building as quickly as possible. After all, all their weapons and equipment were there.

"Lei Lao Hu, what happened!" Lennox rushed into the command room of the combat training building. He just saw Lei Lao Hu, who was the temporary commander, put down the phone.

"…Retribution is here." Lei Lao Hu said with a bitter face. Monsters, usually they either face the AR team alone, or the QBZ team alone, or one of the Decepticon Wanderer team alone, but today! All three of them came at us in the face! And the first two were all wearing power armor to enhance their combat power, which was awesome!

"What?" A group of special forces officers looked at each other in bewilderment. Although they could understand the English pronunciation of the man in front of them, they could not understand the man's English.

Should? What is retribution?

"It's probably because the content of our previous self-training was rather messed up, so the generals of our respective countries decided to recall our leader. Yes, don't look at me, it's General Lancer. He is now preparing to raid us. In order to create an atmosphere..."