Marvel Space and Time Administration Growth Log

"Fire support between actions...cross-fire configuration...oh, and Instructor Springfield's long-range sniping, awesome! How long will it take for our sniper kit to be delivered?" Looking at the muzzle flames flashing on the screen from time to time, a group of special forces soldiers were numb. Lei Lao Hu muttered softly. As the biggest victim of the last actual combat exercise, Lei Lao Hu immediately thought of the legendary sniper kit.

Various discussions began to spread rapidly in the dining room, and most of the special operations team commanders began to frown.

These special warfare soldiers have not yet realized that these may be the opponents they will face next, but they have realized one thing, that is: MD, when General Lancer comes back, they may not be able to escape from this extra training again!

Because they know that they can see these images, and the defense departments of various countries can see them. Apart from the shareholders who will drool over the exoskeletons of Lancer's subordinates that have obviously been upgraded, everyone will see one thing: oh, this mecha can be played so flexibly!

You can even use the machine gun on your body to play close-range CQB with these dark creatures! Where is this rifle grenade launched from? It seems that there is no automatic grenade launcher installed, and the launch position looks more like a cockpit? !

The shareholders quietly began to apply for special budgets. No need to ask, the Anaheim feature, the analysis report that is deadly and expensive, will definitely arrive on time! Then they can copy the homework by looking at this battle report with no blind spots.

"It looks like the girls are having a lot of fun!" The giant metal scorpion behind Chkalov stretched out its huge pincers with an agility that was inconsistent with its size, and clamped a figure who tried to sneak up to Lancer from the shadows and attack him. Ice crystals quickly began to condense on the body of the dark orc. "It's a pity that we have caught too many now, and we can't sell them at a high price."

"Agent, I don't want to wait any longer." Lanser turned around and looked at the little maid beside him, "Binjiang, you go too. Both of you should hold back a little."

"Understood!" The agent saluted slightly to Lan Se, and Binjiang also picked up his Thousand Machine Umbrella. Then the next moment, only a trail of smoke and dust remained where the two had originally stood, and both of them jumped directly into the battlefield.

"Griffin's junks, you've kept Lancer waiting for too long! If you're so incompetent, just let me do it next time." The agent taunted in the face, as if the effect of the taunt was to give the AR team and the QBZ team a collective fury buff...

2-197 Harvest

"Oh no! We're out of ammunition! Help me!" SOPII's shout instantly broke the defense of the AR team, which was already experiencing high blood pressure due to the agent's shout! However, they could only throw grenades nearby, and after a simple clearing, they threw tear gas.

"The ammunition has been delivered!" Fei Ma also laughed. She didn't expect SOPII to scream so loudly. She was a little embarrassed. However, the girls were fighting, and they watched from the side. They only had to be responsible for Lancer's safety. However, if they could help in any way, she would not refuse. The drones turned their cameras and avoided the figure of the mechanical dragon courier passing by. The two ammunition boxes were accurately thrown at the feet of the mecha driven by SOPII.

SOPII immediately operated the mecha to squat on the spot, and then began to replace the ammunition box. With the assistance of several humanoids, a new ammunition box was replaced in a short while. Then, the mecha returned to the battle amid SOPII's screams and opened fire again.

This scene was also seen by the shareholders who were watching. The ability to quickly replenish ammunition on the battlefield is a useless feature, but if you say it is useful... it is indeed very useful when the battle on the front line is intense. After all, if the combat intensity is high, the ammunition of this kind of robot accompanying the assault will definitely be consumed very quickly.

Outside their sight, Binjiang, with the firepower support of the agent, kept chasing after the relatively powerful dark world guys, and the old guys were chased by her and were in a panic. His guards and other cannon fodder were also pinned down by the agent and could not get through at all.

"Puff!" Another person who looked relatively weak was entangled by the chains thrown out by the Thousand Machine Umbrella, and then was smashed to the ground by the wheel. He spat out a mouthful of blood and died without a sound.

"Commander, the battle is almost over.

The remaining part of the party has collapsed, and there is only a little left. Do we need to torture the prisoners immediately? "The voice of Xiao Tangled came 40 minutes after the battle began. As long as the ship girls did not engage in battle to bully the ghosts, it seemed to be a good battle. At least Binjiang did not put on the ship equipment...

"Do we need to pursue?" 191 asked in the communication. Their QBZ team took the lead in controlling the central road of the trading area, and then after the AR team advanced, they continued to pursue for a while in the vicinity, and now stayed at the edge.

"It doesn't matter. Those who had the courage to resist are already dead, and the rest can't make any waves." Lanser sneered and didn't care much. "Okay, the live broadcast is over, now it's time to clean up the mess." As Lanser spoke, the agent immediately cut off the images of all the drones, began to collect all the drones, and then put them into Binjiang's space.

The AR team began to drag the few survivors to a corner, then began to take Aurora out of the medicine box and prepare some necessary equipment. After all, torture is a technical job, especially for this kind of inhuman. The humanoids only said that they seemed to have never tried it and needed to practice. The QBZ team returned directly to Lancer's side and began to guard him.

"I'll tell you! I'll tell you!" Following bursts of screams, these old antiques who cherished their lives soon told out all the information honestly.

It turns out that the ones who discovered the things were indeed the Skrulls. When they were clearing out ordinary people on a large scale, they unexpectedly found some old people here. They were not the same as they looked like ordinary people. In their memories, there was a group of sodium brittle hidden here in order to guard the things looted by the Third Reich from all over Europe, and the spearhead of the Spear of Longinus was one of them.

However, as aliens, these Skrulls obviously did not know much about the famous Spear of Longinus in the human world. They thought it was just a very powerful magical device and simply wanted to use it as combat power. After all, the Skrulls now are similar to the Third Reich when it was about to collapse. They are so hungry that they will eat anything.

Then after it was opened, it was discovered by the Vatican's Knights who were active in the area to clear out dark creatures, so it turned out to be a classic ambush and robbery. As for the reason why the final large group attacked the Third Fleet, it was probably because the things the Knights took away belonged to the Third Reich.

"Speechless." After Lanser understood the general situation, he didn't want to say anything. Doesn't that mean he can only rely on luck? The Knights robbed a holy artifact of the Holy See. You don't know what to say. You can only say that the Knights of the Holy See are definitely not Grandpa Barto, who is so unrefined.

"Do you need to review the intelligence?" Little Tangle looked at Lancer with a serious expression... I couldn't get up! Because Lancer was rubbing her little face, being able to speak clearly when speaking was already M4's best effort.

"No need, notify Osborn to pick up the goods." Lancer looked at the non-humans who were still grinning at him and said, "Okay, you are no longer valuable to me anyway, so I'll let you go and shine somewhere else."

"Yes!" M4 took a step back, escaped from Lancer's clutches, and ran away quickly. Although Xiao Tangle was very happy to be so close to Lancer, he really couldn't accept it.

Sixteenth sister was speechless about this. What's wrong with letting Lanser rub it? It won't hurt! Hey, you won't be able to compete for favor with the sisters next door. Oh, you have an agent to match you, so it's okay.

"Why do you look so happy?" Lancer grabbed AR15, who seemed to be looking for Fei Ma. Looking at her smile, Lancer scratched AR15's face in confusion. "Did you find gold?" Lancer teased AR15 with a smile. Ever since he let her take on the position of financial manager, AR15 has become a complete money-grubber.

Although AR15 is not the kind of person like Grandet who guards his wealth and does not allow others to spend it, when Lancer wants to use it, AR15 never asks and pays directly. He is very straightforward. At most, he will inquire and compare prices by himself to see if there is any place where he can find goods or services with reliable quality but lower prices.

But when it comes to generating revenue, AR15 becomes very serious, and those tortured shareholders in Anaheim would certainly agree with this statement.

By the way, after AR15 took out a box of things, Lancer was completely shocked, because he finally said something good this time, "Gold coins?" Lancer looked at the shiny gold that AR15 handed to him and felt a little confused. What was going on?

"It seems that the old guys here still use very traditional trading methods, or, in their eyes, the value of the monetary system in modern society is not as high as imagined." Binjiang, who was walking back, tossed a large piece of gold, which was not sure whether it was a ball of gold coins or a ball of gold nuggets. He said with a smile, just like a mountain king who was robbing a fat sheep.

"Maybe..." Chkalov took out a gold coin from the box in AR's hand and played with it for a while. "Although it can't be said to be top-notch, gold is used in many rituals and magic device forging. So gold is considered hard currency in the other world in a sense."

"

So there are a lot of them? "Lancer twitched his lips. This wave seemed to be... not a loss! It just consumed some ammunition. Anyway, the Vatican has been producing them. If you add up a little, it's actually not a small amount. What's more, the mecha simply uses ordinary ammunition. Even the 12.7mm large-caliber machine gun bullet is only worth a few dollars.

"Yeah." AR15 nodded with a smile. It was obvious that this wave of fat made her feel very good. Even if she had to find someone to get the gold later, it would still be a big trouble.

It's just that AR15 happened to think of a place. They have been using gold coins as a universal currency for a long time, so the demand for gold is still very large. If he takes these gold coins there, he should be able to sell them for a good price!

"It looks quite old." After playing with it for a while, Lancer kissed AR15 on the cheek. "Don't sell it in a hurry. Let's get it tested to see when it was made. Maybe we can still sell it as an antique, but it may not be sold so quickly." Lancer put the gold coins back into the box.

"Yes! Okay! I'll do it when I get back. I'll pick one out of ten?" AR15's eyes flickered. Yes, gold is just the price of gold. Even if you are a gold coin, when you sell it, as long as the other party needs to melt it and recast it, then the other party will not give you a price other than the gold price.

However, if an identification is carried out first and the source of the item is found out, then when AR15 sells these items, it will naturally not be sold as gold. The other party must pay a gold price and also add the additional value of the gold coin, including historical and artistic value.

This can be considered killing two birds with one stone. If you are really lucky, it is not a dream to sell one gold coin for ten times the price of its weight in gold.

AR15 decided that after returning, he would carefully check each gold coin to make sure that they were at least commodities of equal value.

"This is probably the least valuable part here." Lanser shrugged. "The rest of these things may only be valuable in the hands of those who know their stuff."

"Yes, Commander."

2-198 Morning

"You're so quick..." When the news of Lancer's battle reached Jeanne, she was completely confused. Did you just rush in without any investigation or evaluation? This made Jeanne, who still had a very traditional way of thinking, confused. When she called Lancer the next day, she hesitated for a while after the call was connected. Jeanne's first sentence was somewhat rude.

"The commander is taking a shower. Do I need to call you back immediately?" With a lazy ending, Belfa, who was very satisfied last night, answered Jeanne's question while holding the quilt. As for who is helping Lancer take a shower now, it is of course Brother Sixteen who is here to wake Lancer up! The voice of Brother Sixteen scolding his enemy is not light.

But Befa is not worried. All the audio signals will definitely be washed out by the agents nearby to ensure that when Joan of Arc hears them, there will be absolutely no extra sounds except Befa's own voice. Befa has already experienced this skill. Although he will not lose out in the end, Befa must say that this good girl might have done it!

"Um...Okay, ask Lancer to call me after he finishes washing." Joan of Arc was not stupid, so she naturally understood what was going on with Lancer at the moment. After spitting at him shamelessly, she immediately hung up the phone and put the phone on the sofa beside her, as if she was afraid that if she threw it away too late, her ears would be contaminated.

"A very sensible person." Belfa glanced at the phone, then put it where Lancer had put it, between two pillows. It was just this movement of twisting her waist and stretching her hand that made her purse her lips slightly. It wasn't that she was tired or injured by the battle yesterday, but simply that she was a little tired after fighting for the honor of the maid team last night. Lancer was really getting stronger and stronger.

Thinking of this, Befa rubbed her slightly sore waist and bit her lips lightly. The expression on her face seemed as if she was recalling something. Finally, a smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, so gentle that it seemed as if water was about to drip out, as if she was very satisfied with something.

Bad things, they use so much force when they are bad! As a maid, I couldn't get up from my stomach this morning! Lose the boat!

No... What's going on with that person next to him? After a while of random thoughts, Beifa suddenly realized a problem. If he couldn't get up because his waist was really sore, then what's going on with the agent next to him? How can your waist be sore? ! Should I give you some lubrication?

"Hmm? Bad maids have a lot of thoughts!" Thinking of this, Belfa turned sideways and pressed down the agent who was curled up in the quilt. As the head maid, naughty maids have to be punished occasionally, especially this bad maid who obviously has nothing to do but stays in bed and doesn't serve her master! She's going to be spanked!

"..." The agent glanced at Belfa and curled her lips. Boring! She and Griffin Scrap (a little entangled), the two of them seemed to be able to have a fight when Lancer went to take a shower. Even if they really couldn't fight, electronic attack and defense would be fine! But forget it with the one in front of him, it's meaningless. If he really fought, he would definitely suffer! He was begging for mercy last night, and now he started to toss. These so-called ship girls are not reliable. "Do you have strength? Is your waist not sore? I will help you press it.

according to?"

"Hmm! Good idea!" Belfa rolled her eyes and glanced at the direction of the bathroom. With a flicker in her eyes, she lay down and motioned the agent to come up and massage her waist! "You can use a little more force! I have to solve this problem as soon as possible so that I can fulfill my duties as soon as possible."

Then when Lancer came out of the bathroom, the wet-haired Sixteenth Brother took a look and his eyes almost popped out! So he whistled directly. Sure enough, no one around Lancer was easy to deal with. If you want to talk about playing, it has to be your maid team!

Look at these two immoral poses! Beifa was lying on the bed, looking sideways towards the bathroom. The white and tender flesh squeezed out from under her armpits was very elastic! The agent was riding on Beifa's back, pressing Beifa's waist. The two beauties, who were only wearing thin underwear, were so white, smooth, and heavy.

"What are you waiting for! We're all waiting for you!" The old driver, Brother Sixteen, pushed Lan Se. He couldn't let his girl down. She's already posed, why don't you give her a favor? Didn't you just twist my neck and say you wanted me to know how powerful she is? Go ahead, go ahead! Let's see how many kills you can get this morning!

"Master, my waist is sore. Please help me today. Allow me to be lazy for a while." Beifa said in a tingling voice. She was really a little sore, and now under the rubbing of the agent, this soreness was dancing wildly in her waist! Then the strength to speak was weakened.

"By the way, I'll take your little maid for myself!" That's not all. While she was talking, Belfa reached out and patted the agent's thigh. Her action caused a surge of waves, and the sphere swayed twice, allowing people to fully experience the charm of gravity.

"You are so creative!" Lanser walked over and pinched his maid's cheeks, and maliciously poked her waist a few times, causing Belfa to hum softly. He kissed Belfa, and then kissed the agent, "I'll let you go. Take a rest. I don't have any plans this morning, so I'll rest in the hotel. Binjiang will be responsible for my safety. Agent, please take good care of this stupid maid."

"Okay, master." The agent simply nodded. As one of the people who believed that "the commander was right", the agent did not hesitate to take good care of Befa as Lancer said. As for the fact that Lancer's eyes were wandering over him, what was the agent's reaction... Keep your head up and your chest out!

"Alright, alright! If you don't plan to fight again, then put it on. Even if you wrap yourself up in this layer, you won't be able to get out of the house like this!" Since Befa had spoken, Brother Sixteen quickly took out a set of combat uniforms that Befa and the others had prepared yesterday from the closet. After all, they were in a quasi-war zone, and it was unlikely for them to wear casual clothes at this time.

The trouble they made yesterday was not small. Even at night, some aliens planned to take Lancer's life at night. As a result, the number of packed goods increased by 18, waiting for the Osborne Group's plane to arrive at noon to load and transport these special goods.

But the old fellow Norman Osborn was very quick to pay. He paid directly before the goods were even delivered. After all, as his company opened up a new technological route, he had almost no shortage of money just from selling the Aurora, not to mention all the strange things that had not yet been fully mass-produced.

After all, you may only talk to the doctor for more than ten minutes in the hospital, but you will be billed for $5000, and no medicine has been prescribed, or only painkillers have been prescribed. It is basically the same as a waste of time and nothing has been done, and you still have to rely on yourself to heal yourself.

In this comparison, although the civilian version of Aurora (the military version is diluted) costs 5000 US dollars, this thing is much more reliable than going to the hospital. After all, Aurora really cures diseases (although it cannot cure some strange diseases, and some diseases such as cancer will make the condition worse)!

Therefore, Osborne's biggest problem now is... the output is limited due to insufficient raw materials, and because the country is in the midst of a war, the bulk of the output needs to be supplied to the army on the front lines, and it has not been able to invest in the civilian market on a large scale. However, even so, the Osborne Group has already made a lot of money.

Moreover, Lancer knew that this old guy was almost openly smuggling drugs on a large scale at a price of 6500 U.S. dollars per stick within the corporate alliance. It must be said that when a group of companies get together, there is really no chance that these guys will have any good moral index.

"Hello, Joan of Arc?" After putting on his clothes, Brother Sixteen handed Lancer's cell phone to Lancer. When Lancer got it, the call had already been made. Lancer looked at Brother Sixteen and raised his eyebrows. His own cell phone, as long as it was not a dream, was just a toy that could be controlled by his wives at will. They could do whatever they wanted with it.

"Lance, are you...done?" There was a hint of hesitation in Jeanne's voice. After all, it seemed like only ten minutes had passed since she called. How could she have finished? So quickly?

"Well, it's done. If you haven't finished washing in an hour, you'll get your skin scraped off." Lanser said with a smile.

"...Lust is one of the eight deadly sins!" Joan of Arc said unhappily. She was not a fool who didn't understand.

"Well, respected Captain Jeanne, what can I do for you?"

Lancer changed his tone to a very serious one, and said to Joan of Arc, no matter what, this fruitful battle was the news brought by the Knights of Orleans.

After counting, there were nearly 15 gold coins of varying fineness. Lancer placed all the gold coins in AR15's room. It was said that AR had counted them twice by this morning. I hope Jeanne won't ask Lancer about the dividend.

In addition to the gold coins that can be directly exchanged for cash, there are also more than a thousand magic or witchcraft props that seem to have very good performance after being screened by Tiancheng and Chkalov. These can be taken to the New York Sanctuary later. Even if they cannot be exchanged for money, Lancer has some other ideas. After all, in this world full of monsters and demons, human beings are a little weaker. In future wars, they really need some powerful help.

Moreover... his future goals also require Lancer to have some more trump cards. Let's see if Lancer can find such trump cards here.

"To make a long story short, your fierce attack has shaken the old-school dark forces throughout Europe. They... will not give up." Joan of Arc wanted to remind Lancer that although his approach seemed very refreshing, the consequences would be very serious. After all, even dark creatures have their own circles, not to mention Lancer's actions, which have actually directly threatened their lives.

"Then pick the oldest and strongest one for me." Lancer sneered. Chkalov's plane had followed a few old guys who saw that the wind direction was wrong and did not resist with the other creatures from the other world and ran away directly back to their nest last night. Then they were greeted by 1600LB and 500LB bombs. After being baptized by hundreds of bombs, Lancer did not see any ghost creatures crawling out from the rubble.

"...Well, it's worthy of being proposed directly in the Pentagon. The next stage goal of mankind's strongest military force is to clean out the generals of the entire other world. This hawkish statement really makes us warriors of the old era excited." Lancer couldn't be sure whether Joan of Arc had received any news from the old guys that Chkalov attacked last night.

But Lancer was not at all surprised that Joan of Arc would say this. After all, when he was in Ukraine, he almost destroyed the core territory of an old vampire family. As a native European, Joan of Arc had no reason not to know about that battle, otherwise the Knights of Orleans would have become the dust of history long ago.

"You're welcome. So, apart from the barking of these losers, is there any other good news? For example, have you found the other parts?" Lancer greeted Springfield, and then took a sandwich from the tray in Spring's hand. Obviously, in such a small place, even in a hotel, there would not be any high-end catering services, but the advantage is that the ingredients are fresh, and they are generous with the meat. The thick steak takes up almost one-third of the size of the sandwich.

"If you didn't care so much about your safety, it seems that there is only one thing worth mentioning. Because of your actions, some bastards from the other world have begun to question S.H.I.E.L.D., asking whether a thousand years of peace can be broken, and whether humans are ready to fight with them again and enter an era of conflict." Joan of Arc said this with a mocking tone, and even Binjiang, who was opposite Lancer, could hardly hold back and laughed out loud.

"It could be nominated for the best joke of the year." Lancer couldn't help but smile. After all, this was already the most cowardly words spoken in the toughest tone. If they were really smart, perhaps they should provide some help to the Skrulls. At least if they couldn't figure out such basic operations as setting up a target to attract humans' attention, then there was really nothing to say.

What did they do? Ah, they also disliked the Skrulls, and then, driven by the desire for death or blasphemy, they created a huge trouble for the Skrulls, but it was obvious that only the first group to cause trouble benefited, and the last group was killed by the Church and the Skrulls without any tacit understanding.

"So, now I'd like to ask about the first-hand situation on your side. I guess a lot of people will come to ask you about it soon. I can spread the news on your behalf so that you can avoid a lot of trouble." Joan of Arc rubbed her nose. To be honest, they knew everything they should know about what had happened. After all, the French government was a shareholder of Anaheim, and they also watched the entire battle footage of Lancer's direct troops broadcast live.

So Joan of Arc also knew that these bastards from the other world died miserably. The lead and fire of the new era of mankind did not leave them any chance at all. At this moment, the Russian peacekeeping force stationed in Moldova (stationed here since the Soviet era) was still cleaning up the piles of corpses with bitter faces and throwing them into the blazing fire pit outside, burning them all to ashes.

"In short, we caught the tongue and successfully tortured it to get some information that we are all interested in. To be honest, it is possible that more than just humans are looking for this thing now." Lancer did not think that the Skrulls would let go of any possible life-saving straw at this time. "The Skrulls caught a few lurking old sodium crisps. After their memories were read, it was discovered that

They found out that they were hiding here to keep these deadly toys, and then they went to unseal the warehouse of Sodium Crisp, and then they got the tip of the spear, but I don’t know how the Vatican found out about it, and then you should know what happened. "

"Skrulls?" Jeanne felt more and more troubled. If the other world got it, they could only take it and hide it. But if the Skrulls got it, God knows what they would do and what they can do. "So what kind of support do you need?"

If they really got the other parts of the Spear of Longinus, and if they were able to replicate God, even if it was only a few percent, it would be a disaster for a knight order with faith like hers. They couldn't really kill God.

"I need professional tracking experts and guys who know the truth about this underwater history. Of course, it would be best if they are reliable people who can maintain basic sanity when facing the disgusting performance art put on by these scumbags from the other world." Lancer tapped his fingers. He had no choice now. To put it bluntly, what they needed now was a tomb raider, not the fighting power of Lancer and his girls.

"Your request is really 'not much at all'." Jeanne sighed, "Experts in this field are either highly respected professors or so old that they can hardly walk. How could they follow you to the Skrulls' territory?"

"Eh?" Lanser was a little surprised. "Don't you have someone in your Knights Templar or the Church who is responsible for the inheritance of history?"

"Yes, but they can't possibly participate in such a battle. Let me go and ask for advice first. If I gain any, I'll tell you, or see if they have anyone to recommend." Joan of Arc honestly didn't want to face those people, but now things were urgent and she had no choice.

"Then I'll wait for your news."

2-199 A fatal combination

"Old man, why did you come here by yourself? Also, did you use yourself for experiments? You look... so good." When the high-speed cargo plane specially purchased by the Osborn Group landed at the airport in Moldova, Lancer received a call that surprised him a little, but not much. The boss of the Osborn Group, Norman Osborn, came in person.

"How come you don't seem surprised to see me?" Norman Osborn said calmly. He came here today just because he was somewhat interested in what Lancer was doing. After all, Lancer had the "supply" that he urgently needed now, and he also began to be interested in other spoils seized by Lancer. After all, this guy Lancer had obtained a lot of so-called magic utensils in one go not long ago.

After starting to study vampires, Norman Osborn unsurprisingly began to enter the world of magic. His intelligence had saved him a lot of detours at the beginning. The old man went straight to Lancer and asked for introductory information about magic.

After Lancer asked the Book of Vishanti, the Book of Vishanti did not want to have another burden, so it directly sent Norman Osborn to the New York Sanctuary. It was not known whether it was because Lancer was really influential or for some other reason, but the New York Sanctuary received Norman Osborn. Although he was not officially made a member of the Sanctuary, he was allowed to audit and borrow some low-level books.

Although this is different from Lancer who is directly taught by a famous teacher, at least for Norman Osborn to get started on his own, these resources are completely sufficient. Moreover, Norman Osborn seems to be more inclined to be a theorist than a magician.

Magic? Just some basics are enough.

"I guess you're thinking about it again. Let's go. When I heard you were here, I asked John and the others to put some things that might be useful to you in the conference room." Lancer smiled and motioned Norman Osborn to follow. "Just in time, Doom is almost here... well, he's already here." While Lancer was talking to Norman Osborn, a green figure flew directly into the conference room that Lancer had reserved.

"A very difficult guy. How did you get together with this guy?" As a member of the corporate alliance, Norman Osborn felt that there were only two people he could admire. One was Tony Stark, the guy with a childish temper, and the other was Doom in front of him.

"In the beginning, I was helping him get some special things. Later, when we were working on the jammer, I gave it to him and Stark. Then you all knew everything." Lancer told Norman directly what was going on. A maverick dictator like Lord Doom was definitely not welcome, but now everyone had to admit that Lord Doom's ability was the purple gold beam that supported the corporate alliance and was like a stabilizing force.

If nothing unexpected happens, after the energy block technology is implemented, mankind's first spaceship will most likely begin to be built in a fully automatic unmanned factory in Latveria. This factory, which was secretly built by a coalition of companies, is so bad that Lancer can't even complain about it. What do you think it should be called, as long as there are enough drawings and resources, it can automatically start construction.

When the two entered, they saw Doom holding a ceremonial dagger and observing carefully. It didn't take them too long to come up from the first floor, but it was obvious that Doom had picked out a few good-looking things from the pile of magic and witchcraft tools.

"Suitable for you." Doom glanced at Lancer who came in and Osborn beside him.

, he just pushed the book at hand on the table, and the book slid right in front of Norman Osborn. It seemed that just now, when he flew over, he had seen Norman Osborn and Lancer standing at the door of the hotel, and he helped Norman Osborn pick out something.

"The Fernandez Hand Scroll is the experience of a magician. You need to learn the text of that era. There are some small spells on it. I have removed them for you. With your current mental strength..." Doom looked Norman Osborn up and down, "Read it within two hours."

"Thank you!" Norman Osborn nodded, glanced at Lancer, and put the parchment book into his inner pocket.

"Hey, when did you two become so close?" Lancer looked at the two of them with some curiosity. Doom would give gifts to Norman Osborn?! Wang Defa?! Are you guys plotting something? Lancer suddenly thought, "Why would I set up that corporate alliance? How can a bunch of evil people get together and nothing good happen?"