Marvel Space and Time Administration Growth Log

"It's not much indeed." Irons nodded, and began to understand the meaning behind Lancer's words. Lancer only wanted 10%, and the remaining 30%... was nothing more than Anaheim and Decepticon. It was about who would take the biggest share or split it equally. That was about it. How to divide it specifically, of course, depended on Lancer's idea.

"Then 10% will go to Anaheim as tax, and the other 20% will go to the Decepticons, who will provide technical guidance and support after the sale." Lancer looked at Irons in front of him, "That's about it, help me spread the news, and those who are interested can find me, and those who want to bargain, don't waste time, after all, I can eat this thing myself, it's just a bit more laborious, not impossible, right?"

"I understand." Irons nodded. This deal was really done. After all, for them, Lancer's requirements were not high and very realistic. Lancer could eat it himself, so he only had to pay about 30% of the price, and then Lancer could get 70% of the share. Now he only took 10%, and the rest would naturally depend on how the corporate alliance handled it. "You'd better make sure your phone is connected these two days, because your phone is likely to be blown up..."

"Huh? Mimeng, are you rebelling?" At this time, there was a movement in Lanser's pocket, and a slender metal arm holding a phone card stretched out, and shook to attract Lanser's attention, which made Lanser somewhat speechless.

"It's nothing. It's too troublesome to make so many calls. Why don't you just use an ordinary cell phone?" Mi Meng's voice sounded a little pitiful. It was unknown whether it was because she had spent too much time with those two lazy people in Springfield Coffee Shop. In short, Mi Meng's personality was becoming more and more Buddhist, which made Lan Se speechless.

You are a Decepticon! Not a salted fish!

"I'll have you handed over to Megatron for a beating sooner or later." Lancer sneered, took the phone card and handed it to the agent behind him. The agent took it and put it into his own pocket.

"That's all. If you want to talk to me about specific matters, it's best to wait until the UN meeting is over." Lancer leaned back in his chair, feeling a little full. Because the maid and Fei Ma and Tian Cheng were feeding him, Lancer only had to eat. He chewed and swallowed almost without pause, making him completely full. So Lancer was actually very happy that Binjiang came to Lancer to poach some food just now. It was indeed his own heroine who cared about him (Binjiang:???).

Lansel had no intention of standing up in a hurry. After all, the girls around him had just come back from getting food. Since Lansel had already come to the buffet, he naturally wanted to make his girls happy while eating. He didn't know what the boss here was thinking. Anyway, Lansel was very happy to see the buffet go bankrupt.

"Got it!" Irons looked at his watch, "It's already this time, huh, buffet... Haha, I haven't eaten buffet in a long time. This is really a good place to overeat." Irons looked up at Lancer while speaking, "Speaking of this UN meeting, are you going to discuss the other company's affairs?"

"Asgard, right?" Although Irons didn't say it explicitly, Lancer felt that he was basically talking about this family, so Lancer used the declarative sentence without any doubt.

"Well, after all... if the Skrulls are outrageous and Cybertron is unbelievable, then Asgard... is something I can't understand at all." Irons looked at Lancer, "You know what? When I heard that a small group of Skrulls were attacking the refugee camp over there, I quickly sent people to support them by helicopter." Irons clenched his fists lightly and leaned forward, "But as you know, when we get the news and rush over, half of the time we are late, just like the police always arrive after all the crimes have happened."

"But what we saw was Thor smashing all those Skrulls to death with his bare hands?" Lancer looked at Irons and said softly.

"Yes, you got the information?" Irons was not too surprised by this. After all, Lancer's current identity was there, so it was normal for him to have some information.

"No, I guessed." Lanser denied this, "But he is just that strong, even in his sealed state."

"Yes, but he seems to be driven crazy by government affairs lately."

"After all, a husky among humans will go crazy when he thinks."

"What did you say?"

"nothing."

2-186 Speech

"The end of the war is in sight. As a Cybertronian and your comrade-in-arms, on behalf of our leader, Lord Megatron, I would like to congratulate humanity on its upcoming victory that will be worthy of boasting even on the starry sea." Just as Lancer guessed, Jisi participated in the negotiations in the form of a projection, and his conversation also showed a very high level.

The projection of Dream happens to be much taller than a human being. The proportional height projection of 2 meters just shows a sense of oppression, but not enough to make people panic. Who says that the Decepticons don't know how to beat around the bush?

Oh, it’s from the Devanagari sect?

Okay, it’s okay, let’s go!

"I like this big guy." Frank typed a series of words on his phone, and then he quickly put down the phone and joined everyone's applause. He also looked at Lancer who was watching the meeting in the corner. This guy must have arranged some strategies. This guy couldn't have come in as his real body. After all, it was too exciting to see an S400 missile vehicle coming in.

The tank convoy and the Wanderer Squad, which seemed to be affiliated with Lancer from the outside, were considered to be the largest convoys that the United Nations had never seen before. After all, the United Nations headquarters was in New York, and it was quite difficult to see T80, Mi-24 Hind and BTR80, which were almost the three-piece set of Soviet assault troops.

"Our little Mr. Fox always finds an unexpected good friend without realizing it, such as... me." With a smile on his face, Frank clapped his hands vigorously. The American representatives next to him also clapped happily. After all, everyone likes to hear good words.

Xijun bowed slightly on the stage, indicating that his speech was over. Then Mimeng cut off the live broadcast signal without any hesitation. Then a United Nations staff member came over quickly, picked up Mimeng, held him in his palm, and walked towards Lanser in the audience.

"This lazy girl." Lanser muttered unhappily. He had clearly heard the complaints about the attack on the radio. He hadn't said anything to win her favor, but he couldn't think about it now. Mi Meng simply cut off the live broadcast, which made him extremely speechless in an instant. If Mi Meng was not beside him, this iron fist weighing tons would inevitably hit Mi Meng's face.

"Not bad! Stopping here can also show that Cybertronians pursue efficiency in everything." Fei Ma beside Lancer clapped softly. She squinted her eyes. Although many people have seen the battle between these big metal guys in various videos, and even New Yorkers occasionally see the Wanderer team who were given parking tickets suddenly turn into robots and quarrel with traffic police.

But for most political entities in the world, today is the first official appearance of the Decepticons under the starry sky.

In response to this, the New York Police Headquarters came to a conclusion that if the vehicle drives away on its own within one minute after the ticket is issued, it will not be considered illegal parking. Then Stacy called the policeman who was issuing the Lancer ticket and scolded him, saying, "How many people are you causing trouble for?"

"Yes, for the Decepticons, they need two images, violent and fierce on the battlefield and orderly in normal times." Tiancheng said with a smile, his eyes flickering with an unknown light, "In this way, even if their former 'good friends' come, humans will be willing to believe that they are still each other, no need to say more."

"And it looks like our troubles are coming." Lancer shrugged as he watched Doom and a large group of people approaching. "Send a message to Frank. The Corporate Alliance is here to kidnap someone. I'll leave first." As Lancer finished speaking, he saw Frank turning around in the meeting room. After the phone card was given to the agent, the agent helped with everything. Still need a mobile phone? Don't be ridiculous. Just wear a headset. My wife will take care of the rest.

Sooner or later, I will execute the dream! I have never seen such a useless robot, not as good as Griffin's scrap metal BY Agent

"Lancer, let's go. I think you are ready. When I landed in New York, the counter of the armor told me that your nest was in operation." Doom looked at Lancer. Behind him was the scientific research team provided to him by the entire corporate alliance. There was another team of the same size, which was Stark's team.

"Let's go. To be honest, I thought it was Stark who would come, since New York is also his territory." Lancer stood up, and then the two rows of girls behind him stood up in unison and prepared to leave. Binjiang, who had already fallen asleep, was pushed awake by Belfa because he was a little bored.

"He has been to your laboratory, and you didn't know?" Doom glanced at Lancer. He was also very interested in the trump card that Lancer revealed, the identity of the magic swordsman. Although the extraordinary swordsmanship with frost and strange energy was not quite the same as his path, it was also of some reference value. Doom was thinking about whether he should make something as a close-range weapon.

"Really..." Lanser twitched his lips. He really didn't treat me as an outsider. Lanser turned back to look at 95, "Notify SOPII to remove Stark from the lab."

"Okay!" 95 nodded and notified the person directly.

"..." Doom felt a little speechless. As for this guy Lancer, you really can't say how broad-minded he is.

"Come on, let's go watch Stark embarrass himself," Lancer gestured and headed for the door in front of a group of sniggering scientists.

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"Mr. Lancer, our duties are over. We are leaving now." As Lancer walked out of the door, the tank team's attacker said to Lancer. After all, they were Megatron's personal guards, and the war was not over. After they completed their duties here, they needed to do their best.

They quickly went to Megatron's side. In their eyes, Megatron could not be alone, and that Red Alert was a complete villain who could not be trusted at all.

"No, don't panic. There's no fighting going on over there yet, so we shouldn't have to wait that long." Lanser gestured to them with a smile, "Do you know where the Springfield Cafe is?"

"Understood. We'll wait for you over there." Although Attack didn't know what Lancer wanted to do, he still agreed.

"Why do you want to call them?" Doom looked at Lancer speechlessly, and at the same time re-evaluated the relationship between Lancer and the Decepticons in front of him. He said, "You really listen?" In other words, Doom didn't say anything, otherwise the attacker would probably signal him.

The little anchor of love~

An anchor sends a disobedient kid to the moon!

Then more than half an hour later, in front of Doom, Stark, and dozens of researchers with horrified eyes, Lancer poured a cup of coffee into the energy block. As the dark brown color gradually mixed into the energy block, a group of people began to look messy. Then, after Lancer sprinkled vodka on the surface of the energy block, a group of people with twitching brains and numb eyes just watched Lancer holding the energy block and giving it to the scammer closest to them.

"Try it and see how it feels." With Lancer's smiling face, Fraud looked down at the energy block, then looked up at Lancer, "I thought only we knew this, but I didn't expect you knew it, Mr. Lancer." Then Fraud took the energy block, tilted his head back, and drank it all.

"He really drank it!" a technician muttered quietly.

"Damn it, for a moment I was actually curious about the taste of this thing with coffee and vodka in it, damn it..." Stark covered his face. He was very sure that if he stuck his tongue into the energy block, then there would be no doubt that the excessively high energy density would instantly engulf his nerve organs and he would not even feel any pain.

"Mr. Lancer, I think we can add more vodka. Hiccup..." Swindler smacked his lips, then looked at the other energy cubes he received from Lancer. "Coffee doesn't have a refreshing effect on us. It can only be said to have a stronger flavor. It's better to just pour milk next time."

"I think it tastes great." Chaos took a big sip of the energy in the energy block, grinned, and waved to the New Yorkers standing behind the police on the street. He took out his mobile phone to take pictures with the police, and then shook the energy block in his hand towards them, "Cheers! Guys!"

"Oh!" A bunch of nosy New Yorkers cheered loudly. Even the ESU special forces team who were urgently dispatched to maintain order (someone was saying why the unlucky Officer Murphy was everywhere, because ESU is a heavily armed team that does everything from security to counter-terrorism) looked at the big guy and laughed.

"The commander reacts really quickly." SOPII beside Chkalov had a smirk on his face. Chaonao's action was Lancer's hint, and he did it without thinking much.

"Would you like to take some with you? I have made a batch here." Lanser looked at the attack in front of him with a smile on his face. After getting the blueprint, Chkalov did not spend much effort to come up with the blueprint, and then SOPII spent two days to make a basic model.

"Where does he get so much energy?" Doom was a little confused. Even if Lancer had the technology, it would still take energy to make energy blocks. Where did Lancer get such a terrifying amount of energy? Electricity? It's not that New York was short of electricity...

"Because his electricity is really free." Stark began to rub his temples. Ah, he seemed to see the Ark reactor in his Stark Industrial Zone roaring at full power.

"...I think it suddenly dawned on me, 'I am Iron Man' that time?"

"Doom, you could shut up."

"Well, take care of your poor self-esteem."

2-187 Hidden Content

"I have to say, what I actually saw was even more astonishing than I imagined." Doom looked at the simple U-shaped production line, then glanced at Chkalov standing next to him, "Have all the production processes been resolved?"

"No, I just made it usable. There are still some adjustments in the details. I didn't deliberately pursue energy conversion efficiency and production efficiency, and I didn't consider safety at all. Anyway, I only plan to carry out experimental production, and make sure that it doesn't explode while you visit and figure out how this thing works." Chkalov looked at the flow of data on the data panel in front of him calmly.

"But as it stands now, if there is no external interference, it probably won't be easily damaged." After saying that, Chkalov looked at SOPII behind her. Some possible minor problems that she had not noticed were actually corrected by SOPII in one go during its construction.

"Huh?" SOPII was concentrating on having his head rubbed by Lancer, so when he noticed Chkalov's gaze, he felt a little stupid, and had no idea what Chkalov was talking about.

In this regard, Chkalov could only wave his hand and let SOPII continue to be rubbed. After all, this time she paid a small price.

"So, theoretically we take over now? Let us study here directly, or tear it down?

Let's go?" Stark had already summoned his Iron Man suit and looked at the production line carefully. "And I just wanted to complain, is your manufacturing blueprint a soda production line?"

Stark looked at a machine rotating in the center. After the interface on it automatically locked onto the energy block storage, it rotated to the side. When it turned to the exit slot, it was filled up. The energy block was then pushed out by the latch and transferred to the conveyor belt on the side for delivery. The energy tube interface connected to the next one in the next second to continue canning.

The whole process, once you have seen a soda or beer production line, there is no possibility of mistaking it, it is full of the rough beauty of mass production in the industrial age. As two masters in the fields of machinery and energy, Stark and Doom naturally feel comfortable with such an industrial canning line.

"This house was specially vacated when it was built, so if you want to use it, you can use it. If you plan to take it away, that's fine. Just don't come to us if it breaks down." Chkalov closed his recording board and took out a plate with two USB flash drives on it and gave them to Doom and Stark respectively.

"This is a brief introduction and the key points of the production line that I compiled. The original Cybertron energy block production method is a bit primitive, but it is enough for them. In other words, this is a test of the Cybertron Empire on its followers and allies." Chkalov put down the plate after seeing the two people take it away. "The technology is good, and there are many crazy ideas, but it seems that the other party is hiding something. I don't know if it can be considered a test."

"Did you see this from the file?" Doom frowned as he took the USB drive. It wasn't that he doubted Chkalov's ability to see the problem, but to Doom, this kind of behavior was basically the same as a provocation.

"Interesting test." Stark immediately became interested and wanted to compete with Lancer. Don't be ridiculous. This guy is just an ignorant and skillful manipulator. Competing with him in academics? Isn't that bullying? As for competing with Chkalov... Let's see if Chkalov will pay attention to him.

So for Stark, competing with Doom academically is the most interesting thing he has found during this period of time. Every victory gives him a huge sense of accomplishment!

Doom usually has no interest in this so-called competition, thinking that Stark's mentality is just like that of a child, except that this child has terrible technical ability. However, every time Stark starts this kind of competition, Doom's self-esteem does not allow him to fall behind, so he often involuntarily enters the state of competing with Stark.

The result of this competition is that all technical teams in the entire corporate alliance are in a state of suppression. Anything published by anyone will be carefully checked by the two monstrous technical bosses with a picky attitude (in a sense, this is also a process of competition). The result is often that the two bosses mercilessly find a lot of problems and kill them!

The result was that for various reasons, two technical teams were formed with Stark and Doom as the core. The entire corporate alliance was very satisfied with this process. After all, after the technology was developed, they were the final ones to enjoy it, without any other impact.

"Huh..." Doom sighed and glanced at Stark. Yes, he had already guessed it. Needless to say, he had been involved in a new competition. The content was who could find the secrets buried by the Decepticons from the information provided by Chkalov faster. Since he couldn't escape, he would crush Stark with the results! "I need a quiet experimental place."

Translation means: Stay away from Stark.

"Atlas's large base is right next door, and it has just been completed, but all their people and resources are in Ukraine, so..." Lancer clapped his hands with a smile, "I have prepared the basic equipment for you. If you want to purchase anything, it's up to you. I think it shouldn't be difficult."

The equipment that Lancer had collected at the beginning seemed to Chkalov to be no longer useful. Now Chkalov was using all the equipment he brought from the port area. However, these equipment were also considered to be the most advanced equipment in circulation on the market in this era. It would be a pity to throw them away. This time, the idle resources were reused and the account was reported by the way. This was the expense of Anaheim Company.

"No problem." Doom nodded. For him, all he needed was a quiet place, and he could prepare a lot of equipment by himself. It was good that Lancer had the basic preparations, but he later discovered that Lancer's preparations were actually quite complete, and a little beyond the scope (after all, these were the equipment Lancer had prepared to study dimensions), which gave Doom great confidence.

"You don't need it, right, Mr. Stark, the local boss?" Lancer tilted his head and glanced at Stark.

"Yes, I have the best. If someone thinks this is unfair, it's okay. Give Dad Stark a list and then I can help you a little." Stark said proudly. Of course, he didn't need these. New York was the headquarters of Stark Industries. He had several top-notch laboratories here, and the equipment inside was simply not available on the market.

So don't look at what Stark said, but he really doesn't want to rely on the excessively advanced technical equipment advantage to beat Doom, which is very boring. What he wants is a relatively fair competition.

Beat Doom in the game! This is victory!

"Take me to the laboratory you prepared." It depends on whether Doom pays attention to the elementary school student or not, Doom said to Lancer simply.

"561, please take them there. Tell the people over there if you need anything and they will report it. If the Corporate Alliance is still alive, they should be able to deliver what you want as soon as possible." Lancer raised the corner of his mouth. When Doom said this, Stark shrugged and walked out with his team. Time was short and the task was heavy. It was not an easy task to defeat Doom.

"So what's the answer?" Chkalov shut down the canned energy block production line. She wasn't a Decepticon, so why did she need so many energy blocks? However, Chkalov knew very well that his bad student definitely knew the answer. Just based on that strange memory, it was under his prompting that he conducted a deep analysis of this seemingly harmless technology and found that there was something wrong.

"Huh..." Lanser smiled bitterly at Chkalov, who had already hugged his shoulders and said, "If you don't tell me, he won't let you go, even if you tell me, he won't let you go either." He also smiled softly at the wives who were curious about the matter. He didn't rush to answer, but took out the dream from his pocket first. "If you are a traitor, you will really die."

"The employees of Springfield Café will never betray." Mi Meng's voice made Lanser laugh, and also made a group of girls laugh. 95 also sent this voice to Springfield.

"This set of equipment, in essence, converts the absorbed energy and stores it in a very special way." Lancer picked up an energy block and placed the dream on it.

"Hmm." Chkalov nodded. This was something anyone could understand after taking a look at the energy block production line.

"So what would happen if the energy conversion efficiency was infinite?" Lancer gave the first condition.

"..." The group of girls were silent.

"If it is infinite, wouldn't the energy blocks produced be a lot?" SOPII held up his right hand, touched his smooth chin, and thought, "But can the speed of energy absorption keep up?"

"!" Chkalov looked at Lancer in shock. There were many crazy people in the port area, and there were also many crazy plans. As the chief technical boss of the port area, Chkalov naturally had some knowledge that was not so normal.

"It seems you have guessed it, Chkalov." Lanser's smile gradually became more and more drunk. "Naturally, we will gradually increase the size of the extraction equipment, and eventually, we will aim this set of extraction equipment at the largest energy source known so far."

"Is it a star?"

"That's right, it's a star. If you drain all the energy from a star in one breath, guess how much energy you can get."

"!"

"And unfortunately, they have been to Earth before and have planned what they want to do."

"..."

2-188 Ross's Troubles (Edited)

Although it was not early in the morning, being pulled out of bed at 5:30 in the morning was definitely not a happy thing, especially when there was a soft and fragrant body in the bed, and snowflakes were blowing outside the window, so Lansher, who was woken up by the phone call, was extremely unhappy.

That is to say, the person accompanying Lancer today was not an agent, otherwise the call would never have come through, and the agent would have directly cut off the signal. However, looking at Chkalov's dissatisfied eyes, he was obviously in a low-pressure state. Lancer glanced at the caller's name, "Rose, I wish you good luck, and don't be upset by 1600LB."

"Lancer?" Ross's voice was somewhat tired. As a commander of hundreds of thousands of troops on the front line, Ross faced a strange opponent in this war, and the battlefield environment was completely different from the past. He put in a lot of effort, but at present, he just managed to "not make any mistakes".

But in war, apart from a few famous generals who were truly enshrined in the temple, the way most generals and commanders won the war was to see who made fewer mistakes and who had more capital. So Ross's situation was not too bad.

"It's me, old man. You called me so early. You can't say you can't sleep, so you want to wake me up to go to the bathroom." Lancer teased Ross and vented his resentment at the same time. Then he reached his cold hands into the quilt, held a pair of soft hands, and cooled Chkalov.

"I am a member of the Northern Union. Are you underestimating me?" Chkalov was not frightened by Lancer. Instead, he stood up and hugged Lancer, wrapped them both with the quilt, and whispered in Lancer's ear. Lancer kissed Chkalov on the face.

"I now need you to lead your men to Ukraine as soon as possible..." Ross's tone was filled with anxiety and urgency. He gave an order, or a request, that shocked Lancer a little, but then he also gave a long explanation to Lancer.

Obviously, Ross may have been brewing this statement for a long time. He waited until now and called Lancer because he could not hold it in any longer.

"Can you do it?" After talking for more than ten minutes, Ross ended with a questioning tone. Obviously, he also knew that his request was very abrupt and a little unreasonable.

Incredible.

"So you called me at this time just to ask this question, are you sure, old man?" Lancer was shirtless, with a somewhat unhappy look in his eyes, "Even though we all know the specific situation of my general, and in fact, I am taking the blame for Megatron, I still cannot agree to your request."