Marvel Space and Time Administration Growth Log

Casper is also an old man who has seen all kinds of storms, so he quickly learned through communication that it was probably his immediate superior who had done something in Latveria. It seemed to be the system of the automatic factory. He was still contacting people about this thing and preparing to develop a system. Now it seems that his boss is ready.

Because he was not sure what his boss's system could do, and Dum's email did not tell him in detail, but only proposed later maintenance. So Casper made an agreement with everyone, saying that he would persuade his boss to give everyone a "satisfactory" price.

How is it possible? AR15 is here. It is impossible to sell it cheaply. If you dare to use it in other factories, AR15 will find agents to put virus bombs in their copied systems! You need authorization, understand?

And why didn't Doom object to Lancer's "production system" directly covering the factory here? Because the agent directly gave a complete set of production office software made by Iron Blood, which theoretically allows the least manpower to directly take over the entire process from design to production with the assistance of humanoids. This is very friendly to Doom, a technical person with a strong desire for control, so after a simple use, he rejected all suggestions to replace this software.

"It passed the test!" Another technician ran up with obvious joy on his face. This complex mecha had completed production. It was at least much more complex than the 2.0-liter SUV he drove. It had passed the system test and he only needed to help debug the mecha on the factory production line. The girl just needed to test it.

"Let's celebrate." Doom nodded. He was just strict, but he was not a person who did not understand human nature, so he simply waved his hand and asked the technicians to go celebrate. He still had some things to do, and the debugging of the production line was still completed with the help of Lancer. He did not want such embarrassing things to continue to happen.

"Mr. Doom..." A bald senior engineer looked at the group of people around him who seemed to have taken root under their feet, "Obviously, I think we all think that now is not the time to celebrate. After all, this is Mr. Lancer's success, not ours." A group of engineers and technicians laughed awkwardly.

"..." Doom narrowed his eyes slightly, and his evaluation of the people in front of him suddenly became a little higher. Although it was only a little bit higher, it did surprise him that they were much higher. Although they were still somewhat incompetent, at least in terms of "ambition", they passed the test!

"Okay! Let's go, let's go down and find some problems with Anaheim's scrap metal. At least we can't let that guy Lancer get too complacent!" Doom put down the tablet in his hand, stopped talking and took off the earphone in one ear. What Chkalov said today was very interesting, and it was a good inspiration for him to understand the technology of energy blocks. Sure enough, no one is standing still, and everyone is working hard!

(Chekalov at this time: Lancer, I heard that Befa couldn't get out of bed yesterday because of back pain. I don't care, it's my turn today! I also want to try to get out of bed because of back pain! If you don't let me get out of bed, I will make you unable to get out of bed.)

"Yes, we can't let the Anaheim people get too complacent!" The morale of the engineers was instantly restored. The problem that had originally caused them to stop working for at least a few weeks was solved with the help of Lancer and his team. How infuriating! They are all high-tech, at least the top of the world, if not the most advanced. Who doesn't have a little arrogance? Come on! Go find fault!

A group of technicians quickly used the tablets in their hands to open the drawings of the mecha. They flipped through them and followed Doom, walking down the stairs with their heads held high.

"Are you up already? The design of squatting to get on the machine is pretty good." Doom watched several technicians carrying a 20L gasoline barrel and filling diesel into the mailbox. This action made Doom and a group of technicians frown. After all, no matter how you calculate it, the diesel engine is indeed a bit too big for a mecha of this size.

"Diesel engines are large in size and their instantaneous output is still low. It would be better to use a conversion motor that uses energy blocks. It seems that Stark's progress will take some time. How about we do it ourselves? The Osborne Group has energy technology reserves." The senior engineer at the side quickly calculated.

"It should be that when designing, they didn't have the energy block technology or shelf technology adaptation principle yet?" Another engineer looked through the drawings.

It can be seen that it has been made as lightweight as possible, but in fact, even a mecha of this tonnage using the bipedal mode is still too fragile. As long as there is a 20mm or larger machine gun attack, it will probably be finished. Moreover, its structure and output are not enough to support stronger armor. "

"Should I say... is it the minimum adaptation that is sufficient? And the steel used is just ordinary high-tensile steel, not some advanced alloy. Maybe it can be modified a little bit." The senior engineers frowned and looked at the material list, wondering what kind of monsters these were.

"But won't the cost go up after the change? This type of steel plate is widely used in the automotive industry, which in a sense means that the purchase price is low enough." Another person disagreed with his statement

"Let's look at the test results!" Doom finally made the final decision.

2-203 Mutual Attack

"So that's why you're so angry!" Lanser hugged SOPII and stroked her head, trying to comfort SOPII who was furious because her work was criticized by a group of senior engineers.

"Yes!" SOPII puffed up her face and looked very angry. After she copied the operating system into the mecha's computer, she simply tested the performance of the mecha, from sprinting, jumping, to rapid turns on the spot. It turned out that the stuff made with the factory equipment here, although perfectly in line with the design on the drawing, was still a little different from what she had rubbed with her hands.

Some actions that SOPII could easily do with the machine she assembled by herself were difficult to do with this one. There were two actions that almost caused the car to flip over because of the deformation of the actions. What made SOPII most dissatisfied was that she didn't know who had tampered with her design drawings. There was originally a quick exit on the left side of the cockpit for the driver to escape quickly. It was also the place where she threw the grenade, but the opening was sealed! ? Who did it!

Then, when SOPII, who was already a little angry, finished the test, an engineer handed her a list of suggested improvements with a smile. SOPII's face almost twitched into a ball, and her hand naturally reached for her waist. "Are you kidding me? How can the things I make with my own hands compare to the ones you can have produced in the factory just by moving your fingers?"

Then Doom held her arm and handed her another piece of paper with some improvement methods and suggestions he had thought of, especially regarding the diesel engine. Doom suggested directly replacing it with the tank's power pack, which would be more convenient. Doom even gave her a drawing of the power pack he had made before for reference by his imaginary designer Chkalov.

SOPII was even more angry! What does it mean to talk to "Chekalov. If the conditions are not convenient, you can directly send the drawings to their production system. Anyway, this production line is still being debugged. They have plenty of production capacity to provide, and they can also help her correct some minor problems."

Ah! Rage! I designed this! Me! It was me!

Chkalov had just finished his class and came out humming a song. Then SOPII angrily stuffed something into Chkalov's hand, turned around and ran back to Lancer for comfort.

Chkalov looked at the two documents strangely, glanced at the paper in his hand, and understood it in a few seconds. Then, without saying anything, he reached out and took out a red ballpoint pen hanging on his shirt pocket (Lance bought it specially, the kind with a 0.7-inch tip, a thick pen body, and a retractable button. The reason is clear to those who understand, "As long as you are brave, ___ will take maternity leave."), and began to make some corrections on it and wrote some comments.

Half an hour later, Chkalov put the two documents in Doom's hands with a smile, turned and left. A group of senior engineers immediately came up to see what Chkalov had written.

"Pfft...hahahaha..." Doom handed them their piece of paper directly, then looked at his own suggestion. After a while, he suddenly laughed, "As expected of Lancer's woman, so funny." He stretched out his hand and a flash of magic passed by, directly crushing the paper into ashes.

Chkalov gave his suggestion 70 points after correcting it, and commented: "At least he has some brains, not bad, not bad, there is still hope." As for the engineers' paper, he saw the score, 20 points, and a lot of words. Obviously, Chkalov's evaluation of these engineers was as bad as Doom's, and the comment was also ironic: "The suggestion is too stupid and will not be adopted. The proposer can start from elementary school again."

"..." A group of senior engineers wanted to curse, but Chkalov refuted the problems they pointed out one by one with reason and evidence. They couldn't say anything at all. In their opinion, many of Chkalov's ridicules were indeed very reasonable. They could hardly refute them. Everyone felt a wave of annoyance brewing in their hearts, and then suddenly heard Dum's laughter. Everyone was stunned. Their leader was crazy! ?

"Let's go. She is just protecting her own shortcomings. She has never even seen the design of this mecha. Her knowledge is not inferior to mine, not to mention Stark, the elementary school student! You should be able to guess what her work is." Doom looked at the group of senior engineers around him. Was he not convinced? Chkalov... really created a very good opportunity for him. Now he can let them focus and work with peace of mind. This is very good.

"You mean Anaheim's..." The senior engineers swallowed their saliva. Lancer's special power armor,

How could anyone not know about it? This equipment almost changed the entire human world's concept and understanding of equipment.

If Stark's power armor allowed these gentlemen to see to what extent the concept of high technology can be advanced.

After Lancer rushed into the battlefield wearing "April Fool's Day" and almost single-handedly destroyed half of the Skrull city's defenders, the entire human world had an idea of ​​how powerful power armor could be, although this concept seemed to be completely wrong.

Moreover, it was not that there was no BMP2 infantry fighting vehicle that fired at Lancer with its 30mm machine gun. Before the shield was put into operation (a ten-ring shield), the series of flying light spots clearly demonstrated the defensive power of this power armor. At least it showed that the armor-piercing shells used on the 2mm machine gun equipped by the BMP30 (War Thunder data, the penetration of the 2UBR3 armor-piercing shells on the regiment vehicle BMP11M exceeded 500 meters. Although that was zero range, it still had a penetration of 92mm at meters, which was enough to kill all armored units in World War II except for a few zoo monsters) were completely helpless against this power armor.

After Doom said this, the group of people fell silent instantly. The current conceptual definition of what power armor can achieve is based on Lancer's special April Fool's Day suit. And because it is too powerful, no one, whether as a shareholder of Anaheim or a member of the corporate alliance, goes to Lancer to inquire about the technology of this power armor.

The power and defense are too outrageous, so everyone knows that it can't be a simple stuff. Lancer will naturally not contribute it casually. In a sense, Lancer has already contributed some technologies of the same level. It's not that there are no people who paid 9 million to try to understand and conduct preliminary research with the most advanced technology.

And then... it's like showing a primitive human a nuclear bomb explosion. He can probably only understand it as God's judgment. These scientists studied it for a long time, but they just felt that their brains were dancing wildly in the magma. They were so dazed that it was almost like they were looking directly at a splatter eye.

Moreover, the powerful force in Lancer's hands has made many people give up the idea of ​​robbing. After all, the roar off the coast of New York and the deeds of the humanoid girls beating up special forces from various countries, just that one psychic plus that team of veterans have already caused the soldiers from various countries a headache.

Therefore, all the families basically gave up the idea of ​​asking Lancer for the technology directly. One old politician seemed to want to increase his voice and took the initiative to help Lancer beat a lot of people, which made many people give up. Moreover, they would actively prevent other families from inquiring about Lancer's power armor technology, and prevent a family from sneaking away. It is serious to highlight that if I don't have it, you can't have it either!

"Okay!" Chkalov came to Lancer's side, smiled and touched the angry SOPII, "I've helped you deal with them!" Although SOPII is not a ship girl, but as the most reliable assistant recognized by Chkalov during this period, she naturally could not watch SOPII being bullied.

"Agent, you have their original system... Never mind, this is too obvious." Lanser greeted his maid with a smile, "Just send the error list found by the system self-check and the performance deviation of the equipment itself to the other party, and then..." Lanser rubbed SOPII's head, "Write a report, don't write anything extra, compare the data of the mecha you built with the one produced today."

"Okay!" SOPII immediately started to work with full motivation. If she wasn't unfamiliar with the equipment made by Iron Blood, she might have done the agent's job at the same time. How dare you laugh at her? Don't you see what kind of garbage you have produced after working on it for so long! ?

"Commander, you indulge SOPII like this..." Knight Princess covered her face, feeling a little bit uncomfortable. Before, Lancer was the only one who indulged SOPII, and SOPII was already lawless enough. Now, Chkalov, how come you have also started to do so? And seeing that Fei Ma has a smiling face and has no attitude of trying to stop her, it is obvious that Fei Ma's name must be included in the list of people who indulge SOPII.

"If it were you, I would do the same~" Lanser pinched Knight Ji's cheek and said with a smile, "No one can bully you."

"Wow... you've easily won all our favor." Binjiang leaned over Lanse's back and put his arms around Lanse's neck, "It's a foul!" Although Lanse is definitely no match for Binjiang at the moment, Binjiang is still very satisfied with Lanse's statement.

"Isn't this what he is best at?" Tiancheng also smiled, "Otherwise how could the lord have eaten so many of us?"

"You volunteered, didn't you?" Chkalov glanced at Tiancheng. Ha, one by one, "Let's go! Lanser, take a shower! Sophie, want to join us?"

"Together!"

2-204 Demand

"Oh, look, our allies seem to be

What interesting...toys have you made?" Starscream's voice was full of teasing and mockery as always, but no one paid much attention to it, including the scientists, because Starscream was half of their own in a sense, yes, he was half an archaeologist and half a scientist, which seemed to explain why Starscream looked like a lunatic.

Just as Red Spider opened his mouth to speak, in addition to the F22 he had transformed into, a strange group of aircraft consisting of two F15s, one F14, and three MiG-29s transformed into human forms and landed on the ground in front of the Iron Blood Factory in Latveria.

"It looks like you are the one commanding the Decepticon combat forces in Ukraine now?!" Lancer ignored Starscream's usual madness. He was not Megatron and he did not have the hobby of beating Starscream for no reason. After all, whether he wore it himself on April Fool's Day or asked his wives to do it for him, basically, when he turned around, the man might be gone. After all, he and the Decepticons were allies, and it was not a good idea to do this.

"No, for us, command is not limited by distance." Starscream's face darkened. This guy was trying to trick him again. If he said something wrong, Megatron might receive the message at any time, and then he would not be able to escape from this beating.

"Okay, so what's the matter? Are you looking for me or Doom?" Lancer nodded to Lightning beside him, and Lightning, with his arms folded, bowed slightly in response to Lancer's greeting.

"The current search has ended. Asgard did leave a lot of things on Earth, but we are not in a position to deal with these things in our current state." While talking trash to Lancer outside, he directly connected the radio to Lancer's headphones and talked to Lancer directly about the situation.

"You big fool!" In order to prevent Lancer from talking too much or letting the cat out of the bag, SOPII beside Lancer immediately started to curse at Red Spider.

"I see..." Lancer looked at the group of people in front of him, "So what are you planning to do with such a big fuss?" Although the Air Force is now considered to be the faction with the largest number of people among the entire Decepticons, they are not the strongest faction due to the existence of two Combiners, so Lancer is a little curious about why they are here.

"Megatron plans to build a giant robot." Lightning said simply, "and this robot will become our mobile base."

"Fire?" Lanser assured himself that his pupils had only shrunk slightly, and his facial expression did not change at all. He knew what it was. Yes, Cairo, a 1500-meter-high steel statue! And it was not yet completed. Normally, the monster called the Iron Armored Dragon should be meters high!

"No, his situation is very special. We will make arrangements. We need to make some coordination. Don't you have many Ukrainians who are unemployed?" Lightning said simply, "This project can provide them with at least five years of work. Once completed, we will form an alliance with humans, and you will be our designated human representative."

"Hmph..." Lancer smiled noncommittally. This was not a strange word game. It had appeared many times in human history. Megatron had told him about it before, and Soundwave had "accidentally" shown him the specific documents a long time ago. It was just a substitution of concepts. The allies they recognized were still the people who signed their names. In other words, it was really just a ceremony.

"I see. Ukraine has been destroyed anyway. Your actions can be regarded as reconstruction and technology transfer in a sense. They should not refuse." Lancer smiled and shook his head. If humans want to use the energy block technology smoothly, then the Decepticons are the ones who cannot be offended. It's just that there will be waves of temptations between the two sides in the communication. However, this is a headache for Shockwave and that group of politicians. He only needs to convey Megatron's words and explain them clearly to the humans.

"By the way, do you want me to modify this toy of yours? It looks too crude!" Red Spider pointed at the mecha built by SOPII and said smugly, "Although you can use it, it doesn't mean that ordinary people can use it. So if you want to exert a higher combat capability, this thing still looks a little bit lacking at the moment."

"Please!" Lancer smiled and stopped Sophie who was about to rush up to fight with Red Spider.

SOPII, who usually would obediently let Lancer stroke her head as long as Lancer hugged her, was still very restless at this moment. She stared at Red Spider and showed her little white teeth at him with an unwilling look. After all, SOPII couldn't hold it back any longer because anyone who passed by would come over to step on her in the past two days.

"Well, considering your level, this is indeed..." After seeing SOPII's performance, Starscream of course understood who designed it. He touched his chin, shrugged, and tried to round it off a little.

"Stop, otherwise I'll feel like you're speaking too much like Tony Stark. I'm very grateful for your help, go ahead." After Lancer gestured, he happened to see someone falling from the sky, so Lancer took the opportunity to complain about Tony Stark as well.

“I really didn’t expect that someone’s mind could be so small.

Like this. "Tony Stark fell from the sky. In his Iron Man suit, Tony Stark did not use the so-called heroic landing, but simply landed slowly on the ground. Even if the Iron Man suit had a good cushioning, this kind of landing would still cause an impact. Unless it was urgent or necessary, such as a publicity event for Stark Industries, Stark would not do this.

"Ah, Tony Stark, what can I do for you?" Compared to Lancer who made a little mockery about someone's arrival, Doom was even more dissatisfied. After all, his unmanned factory had just encountered some problems, so when he saw Tony Stark, he instinctively thought that Tony Stark might be here to cause trouble, and his fists behind his back were clenched.

If Stark said something wrong, Doom's iron fist would hit Tony Stark in the face the next moment! Anyway, he was wearing a power armor, so he wouldn't die!

"Come out for a walk. My energy project has run into some trouble. Chkalov's course..." Tony Stark scratched his head and was about to say something, but then he suddenly realized why he was telling Doom all this. He took a deep breath and thought he should listen to Pepper's advice. He should get along better with Doom and Lancer. "But I heard you seem to have some troubles here too. Do you need any help?"

"It did happen, but it was solved." Doom looked up and said, "Thanks to Mr. Lancer's generosity, he directly shared with me the control software that he had originally intended to use for his own unmanned factory." Doom turned slightly and showed Stark the mecha that was surrounded by the mechanical Decepticons and looked somewhat pitiful.

"Oh?" Stark looked over in the direction Doom's movements. "This isn't Lancer's toy... Huh? Did you modify the design? It looks like there are a few more hanging points?" As a former weapons development master, Stark could tell a lot with just a quick glance.

"Yes. If nothing unexpected happens, I plan to enlarge Doom's melta gun as a melee weapon for this thing, and add some disposable external weapons." Lancer had no intention of hiding anything. Stark had seen this mecha a long time ago. When he crashed into the dock that year, he came face to face with the unfinished mecha.

Some improvements were not made by SOPII, but by several humanoids who analyzed the data of SOPII's previous battles. The side openings could easily be regarded as targets of the enemy's concentrated fire, so the emergency escape hatch was at the top. Of course, it seemed unlikely that SOPII would be able to throw rifle grenades like before, unless SOPII could come up with some other tricks.

"There's no particular need for it." Stark scoffed at Lancer's idea. "This mech of yours is obviously designed for lightweight mobility and frontline support. Adding too many things... You might as well just give the infantry an armored infantry fighting vehicle. Adding too much weaponry will only increase the driver's operating difficulty and the weight of the mech, and it won't provide you with an equal proportion of combat effectiveness."

"So it's disposable. Our goal is to achieve the last wave of full firepower coverage before breaking in. The distance of one to two kilometers is just after this wave of firepower lands. If there are no accidents, it will take our people one or two minutes at most to rush in." As an officer, Lancer can't help but be a damn firepower supremacist. No one would refuse to watch the opposite position shrouded in smoke and flames during the last 500 meters of his charge!

"One or two units simply can't achieve the effect you want. To achieve the effect you want, you need a very terrifying number!" Stark curled his lips. As a weapon designer, Stark is familiar with the requirement that all equipment must have a larger caliber, longer barrel, and more powerful. Damn it! "This is not the responsibility of your weapon platform! This should be the responsibility of the fire support troops behind them."

"Lancer has a point." Doom hesitated for a moment, but finally chose to stand by Lancer's side.

"Are you crazy?" Stark looked at Doom. He thought Doom would choose to join him in criticizing Lancer, the damn omnipotent firepower delusion.

"Because...there are special needs."

"Ok?"

2-205 Is it fate?

"Huh..." Lancer was lying in the first class cabin of the United Airlines flight from Warsaw to New York. He just chose to lie down and asked the agent to tell the stewardess not to bother him. Then he relaxed and prepared to have a good rest. However, even the first class cabin of United Airlines was very small, and Lancer planned to have a good sleep alone. If he hugged someone, he would have to toss and turn in this position.

In the past few days, Lancer has been dealing with a series of things and reported that the Decepticons are interested in participating in the project of rebuilding Ukraine and building their own transformable mobile fortress city base. After reporting the news, Lancer asked 191 to compile a report of more than 500 pages, analyzing the pros and cons from various angles. The purpose is that since you won't be able to finish reading it immediately, you can at least have some time to rest.

After all, once this matter is agreed, humans will almost have the intention of being bound to the Cybertron Empire. Although from the information obtained from Thor, it does not seem to be a bad thing to have a good relationship with Cybertron, and according to Thor, Asgard does not care about the relationship between Earth and the Cybertron Empire, because in the distant past, their relationship with Asgard had also been

Very good.

Starscream did take out a mecha design, and after Lancer looked at it, he asked Chkalov to record the design and forwarded it to Stark and Doom. No matter what kind of designer, they will bring their own characteristics when designing their own things.

The characteristic of Starscream is that it obviously uses a lot of thought in mobility. The armor defense is reduced to the minimum, and a hemispherical shield is added (although such a thing is marked, Starscream did not provide a specific drawing). It is estimated that even Starscream himself thinks that his design is just for his own entertainment, so it can't be said that there is much seriousness in it.

But what he didn't expect was that Lancer directly sent this document to Stark and Doom, asking them to analyze it. After all, for humans, the more they know about Cybertron, the better. So far, the Cybertron Empire has shown humans only Decepticons. In a sense, the impression given to humans is that, except for Megatron, who is a pretty good leader, the other Decepticons are more or less irritable, angry, and belligerent.

Therefore, both shareholders and corporate alliances were somewhat hesitant about their request for an alliance. After all, Lancer repeatedly mentioned in this 500-page report that the Cybertron Empire was not a "peace-loving" good alien. In a sense, it was hard to say who was more cruel between them and the Skrulls.

One is to quietly control these civilizations by replacing their heads. It is up to them to absorb or lure civilizations into self-destruction. As for the Cybertron Empire... surrender or perish! There is no third choice. Even the nosy Nova Empire chose to avoid the metal frenzy.

It's not that there are no civilizations that have allied with the Cybertron Empire, but it's clear that humans are far from reaching that level (in fact, it's enough. If the potential power of humans in Marvel could be unified, they could almost destroy any civilization in the universe, or they would be busy fighting among themselves. Otherwise, it would really be: Now I wipe my sword and ask, will you kneel?).

After going through a series of things in Latveria, Lancer went to see Thor again, had a brief conversation with him, and then told him that he could go back and try when he was free. Thor thanked Lancer for his trust, but he felt that there was still something he didn't understand, so he planned to take another look and make sure that the refugees in his hands were properly resettled before talking about the next thing.

Before I finished explaining the situation here, Frank Underwood called. The report he was looking at was not the 500-page version, but a simplified version with only a few pages. Although there were not so many data and comparisons, the core content was all there.

Lancer directly teased the old man that he couldn't wait to get a meal he owed him, and then the two of them made an appointment for afternoon tea in New York. Frank Underwood understood that there were some things that could not be said over the phone.

"You should have seen the expression on Thor's face when he heard that Cybertron was going to intervene just now?" Lancer said softly with his eyes closed, feeling Belfer's small hands rubbing gently on his temples, while the agent was rubbing Lancer's soles. The treatment was so good.

"Master, I think you don't need to care about Thor. You should take care of your body and not spoil Chkalov like this!" Befa said very dissatisfiedly. She was particularly unhappy today when she saw Chkalov rubbing his old waist, and Chkalov was rubbing his waist in front of her on purpose!

"..." The agent looked up at the angry Befa. Her good hearing system clearly heard a mocking sneer from Chkalov's position not far away. She sat down at the end of Lancer's seat without saying a word, put Lancer's legs on her legs, and continued to rub them.

Why was Befa dissatisfied? It was because she originally thought that she was the only one there, but she didn't expect that Chkalov was even more exaggerated than her. Because she delayed time, they almost missed the flight.

Today, Binjiang has already started to yell, asking Lanse to have a good rest today, because it will be her turn tomorrow! She has practiced martial arts for so many years, and she has never had a sore waist. Let's experience it.

They are all boring! Serving the master should be centered on the master's senses and happiness, but one by one, they just care about their own pleasure! Humph!

Lansel, with his eyes closed, just smiled and patted Befa's leg, then simply held Befa's hand and placed it on his chest. He didn't know if it was because he was too tired or for some other reason, but Lansel, with his eyes closed, felt a chaotic stream of thoughts swirling around wildly, and memories of past lives and a series of thoughts began to surge in his mind.

(When you are half asleep and half awake, a lot of very vivid ideas will come to your mind, and many of them you will find very good, and you will do them for a while, and then after you wake up... forget them).

"……"So after a while, Lansher gave up and opened his eyes, and looked into the eyes of Befa who was pressing his head. Befa showed a gentle smile.

"Master, can't sleep?" Befa asked softly. The flight they were on had finished boarding and would probably start taxiing soon.

"My thoughts are too mixed. I can't sleep well. I might as well meditate. Help me get the Book of Vishanti." Lanser said softly. He felt very uncomfortable with the feeling of wanting to sleep but feeling extremely irritated when he fell asleep. So Lanser planned to start meditating first, and then wait for himself.

After you calm down, prepare to go to bed.

"Okay!" Befa got up and went to get the book for Lancer. The book was at Fei's mother's place. Befa wanted to keep it for herself, but she hadn't figured out how to ask Fei's mother.

Fei Ma, who was flipping through a series of reports on a tablet, handed the book to Beifa without hesitation. Beifa encountered a slight accident on his way back with the book.

"Sorry, ma'am!" A very gentlemanly apology came from the door of Lancer's private room. It seemed that this man was placing his luggage when Belfa came over, and then he accidentally bumped into Belfa. Of course, he couldn't bump into Belfa at all, but stumbled himself. "Wow! What is this... an ancient book? A parchment book? This is the first time I've seen the real thing. Um, sorry, do you need my help?"

Lancer opened his eyes and glanced at the agent, motioning. The agent stood up and took a look. Lancer and his team had bought almost all the seats in the first-class cabin of the plane, leaving only a few remote seats. Lancer and his team felt that it was unnecessary, so they did not purchase any.

At the same time, 191 and 97 also stood up. 191 came over and asked if something happened, while 97 just lay on the grille of his private room.