Marvel Space and Time Administration Growth Log

"Just get out of the way." Befa politely indicated that he didn't need help.

"Oh, sorry, sorry." The man apologized very sincerely and then went into his first-class lounge area.

"Stephen Strange went to Poland to perform surgery on injured soldiers at the invitation of the United Nations. He returned after completing his ten-day term." Seeing that the matter was resolved quickly, the agent simply sat down and explained the special situation to Lancer.

"...Oh?" Lanser was stunned for a moment. His memory was filled with jokes between the man in front of him and the Book of Vishanti. "Is this... fate?" Lanser's eyes flickered.

"Commander, what did you say? But the plane is about to take off. Should we meditate later?" Befa handed the Book of Vishanti to Lancer. The book spirit didn't seem to care when Lancer meditated, so it didn't directly pull Lancer into the four-dimensional space.

"Okay. Then wait a moment, do you mind?" Lanser knocked on the Book of Vishanti.

"..." The silent Book of Vishanti agreed.

"You guys should go and take a rest, and then we can get busy after dinner." For some reason, Lanser suddenly felt that there should be a sentence that is very appropriate at this moment, "If nothing unexpected happens, we can reach New York in one nap."

Of course, unless something unexpected happens, it would be impossible!

Not long after the plane took off, or to be more precise, the plane that had just left the runway suddenly started to roll rapidly. Lancer looked out the window and saw one spot of light, two spots of light... There were nearly ten spots of light coming from at least three or four directions, rushing towards the plane Lancer was on.

"Damn it!" Unlike the first class cabin which originally had not many people and the economy class cabin at the back where screams were heard constantly, Mr. Stephen's cursing was very clear.

"Mr. Stephen, perhaps..." Lancer stretched out his hand and pressed on the plane. The Book of Vishanti floated up and the pages turned quickly. "This is fate, you stubborn guy!" The lavender magic light gently brushed over everyone. These single-soldier shoulder-fired missiles collided with Nephalem's energy shield spell, and none of them could shake its shield.

"Oh my God! This is..." Stephen's face was full of shock, and like many people behind him, he made the sign of the cross on his chest.

"The power of magic, how about it? Are you interested?" Lancer looked at Stephen, the doctor with a beautiful mustache. He didn't know if this was fate or if there was some damn bastard behind the scenes fanning the flames.

There's no need to ask who launched the attack. Who else on Earth is the most bitter and hateful to Lancer?! The Polish scumbags don't seem to be able to deal with all the Skrulls in their own territory. Ross will be happy. Every inch of land licked by the flames of war will increase his power.

"...Are you a magician?" Stephen looked at Lancer in surprise. The plane was slowly returning to normal flight. The book floating in the air and the shield that Lancer had just released had shattered his three views. At this moment, he remembered the children's book he had read a long time ago. He had never thought that one day, the mysterious world in the book would really appear in front of him.

"I am considered an entry-level mage. By the way, I am also a Knight of Great Patronage certified by the Holy See. Um, for the Holy Light?"

"...You are still a Paladin? Can you punish?"

"…You'd better play less games."

2-206 Stephen's Desire

"I..." Stephen stood in front of Lancer with a hesitant expression, hesitating again and again, as if he was hesitant.

"Do you want to ask about your destiny? Or do you want to get in touch with the mysterious world?" Lancer took the tissue handed to him by his maid, wiped his hands, and then threw it into the trash can. He looked up at the person beside him, Stephen Strange, a person who should not be exposed to all this so early, but at this point in time, seemed to be pushed by fate and came to Lancer's side.

"Um... I roughly know who you are. Um, to be honest, I never thought that a general of the United Nations Special Operations Command would actually be a magician?!" Stephen Strange's face was full of astonishment.

The expression on his face was somewhat surprised and unbelievable, and perhaps also contained a bit of a sense of shattered worldview, highlighting a mixture of emotions.

"And then? Is your curiosity burning? Is it the desire to explore the unknown that pushed you to come to me?" Lancer looked at Stephen in front of him. Although the first-class cabin was almost booked by Lancer, he was still very unhappy about being blocked at the door of the toilet. If he had not been able to hold back and pulled the agent in, wouldn't that be very embarrassing?

"Uh..." Stephen was not stupid. He looked at the agent and could not help but sigh that The Sun was still too conservative. This was not the kind of life that only gods could live. "I just... you're right. I was pushed to come to you by my thirst for knowledge and curiosity. I haven't thought it through..." Stephen didn't know how to describe it at all. From the moment he saw the energy shield released by Lancer, he had an inexplicable desire, as if the excitement of having found his life's career was burning in his heart.

"So?" Lancer motioned for him to follow him. The first-class cabin of United Airlines did not have a huge and luxurious sky bar like the large planes of Emirates Airlines, but it was still a nice place to rest.

"Can you teach me some basic stuff?" Stephen had a eager expression on his face. He himself didn't know why he was so curious.

"No..." Lancer looked at Stephen, "You see, in magic, you are a layman, and in medicine, I am... Can you explain the principles of neurosurgery in a few words?" Lancer smiled and looked at Stephen in front of him, "And magic is not even a 'subject' like neurosurgery, but a category." After sitting down, Lancer signaled to the flight attendant to bring him two glasses of champagne, and then gave a glass to each of his wives.

Because Lancer saved the plane so quickly, the captain had just rushed over to express his gratitude to Lancer in person. When the ground tower screamed "there is a missile attack", he felt that he was doomed. They were not the damn presidential plane equipped with heat-seeking bombs. They were just ordinary civilian aircraft.

Although he subconsciously pulled the plane to the side, this was his last struggle. After all, they had just started to climb and had no speed or altitude. Turning the fuselage at this time was a very dangerous move. However, the individual anti-aircraft missiles that rose from the ground at that time obviously did not give him a chance to think too much.

And then... then he saw a scene that seemed like a miracle. A lavender light curtain rose from the first-class cabin and quickly enveloped the entire plane. Then everyone looked at the flames exploding on the shield. Everyone's mood was like riding a roller coaster. Amid thunderous cheers, the captain naturally increased the thrust at the cost of engine life and fuel costs, trying to escape from this place as quickly as possible!

United Airlines quickly figured out what happened. Although they felt a little resentful in their heart as to how this disaster could get on their plane, Lancer bought a ticket and boarded the plane in an ordinary way. With his identity, United Airlines could not refuse.

This was clearly Lancer's problem, and they had to thank Lancer for saving their property, and even for making trouble, which made the shareholders of United Airlines speechless. The arrogant United Airlines suddenly felt a little aggrieved and angry. However, because the captain who thanked Lancer really felt that he had escaped death, his attitude of thanking Lancer was very sincere, and even a group of flight attendants and stewardesses smiled more sincerely to Lancer and his girls, after all, Lancer really saved all of their lives.

"Sir, your champagne." Lancer simply said the word champagne, and the other party directly took out what seemed to be the best champagne on their plane. After all, when the other party brought it over, he showed the bottle of champagne to Lancer and the others. Stephen also picked it up and played with it for a while, sighing that he had not had such good wine when he was in first class before.

"Excuse me, Mr. Lancer, would you like some snacks to go with your wine?" The chief flight attendant said to Lancer cautiously. After all, the man in front of him was not just a high-ranking person. He could withstand those missile attacks, so it would be easy for him to make this plane fall into the sea.

"No need, give me some space." Lanser nodded with a smile. The agent was already staring at you. If you didn't leave, the agent might put on a famous show, but you would really be strangled to death by her with one hand.

"Yes, sir." The stewardess left with the bottle of champagne. She still had to pour a glass for all the girls in Lancer, so this bottle might not be enough.

"Mr. Lancer, can I know why you said this is my destiny?" Stephen finally waited until the flight attendant left, and then immediately asked the question. After all, for him, this question made him extremely uncomfortable.

"Hmm..." Lancer looked at Stephen and shook, "Mr. Stephen, if it wasn't magic, but I took out a jammer and interfered with the missile, and then I told you that this was your destiny, would you be interested?"

"This is not an appropriate metaphor. After all, for magic, something that everyone has been watching since childhood, jammers are too realistic." Stephen frowned and looked at Lancer in front of him. He could understand what Lancer meant. If it was something else, he might not be so excited, but he instinctively refuted it. After all, this reason sounded

It feels unreliable.

"So... you're so excited about the candy you had as a child that you run to a stranger?!" Lanser looked at the person in front of him and shook him calmly. "It's called fate because sometimes no matter what choice you make, in most cases you end up at the same place. When was the last time you felt such a throbbing desire? The first date with your first girlfriend?!"

"..." Stephen opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but he suddenly couldn't speak. He realized that Lancer was right. He did have some initiative that was wrong, so his expression was very hesitant. He lowered his head to think for a while, then raised his head to look at Lancer who was shaking the wine glass, and his eyes gradually changed from confusion to determination.

"Yes, I hope to get in touch with it! This is my own wish. Although I don't know if it is destiny, it is my own desire!" Stephen took a deep breath, "Does it cost me anything? I am still a relatively wealthy man."

"Did you know that Stark was injured?" Lancer looked at Stephen in front of him.

"Him?" Stephen frowned, with a slightly unhappy look in his eyes, as if something had happened. "Mr. Lancer, the wound on his chest... is difficult to cure. We have conducted a large-scale consultation. Those shrapnel are difficult to deal with, especially..."

"Don't play tricks on me. Whether I can or not, I will provide you with some help." Lancer looked at Stephen in front of him with a smile on his face. It's a pity that the Book of Vishanti in this life would never be like that time, where he would be the master due to special reasons. However, it seems that he doesn't have this book in the movie universe itself.

"Yes, but it's very risky." Stephen frowned. Lancer gave this opportunity to Stark. He was a little surprised at Lancer's character. However, their hospital had already made a decision about Stark's case. This kind of operation involving celebrities and with huge risks... avoid it! They were not short of money or reputation. Every day, there were people holding money and hoping that Stephen would perform surgery on them.

"Give the choice to Pepper. She is the only woman in the world who can order Stark around." Lancer said simply.

"Okay!" Stephen nodded, indicating that he understood. If he insisted, the hospital would also take the initiative to start a wave of hype and then send Stark to the operating table. "Then where should I find you later?" Stephen was a little excited when he said this. After all, for him, this really was a childhood dream that suddenly came true.

"No, you don't need to look for me. Go to a place where you can think of the best human wizards. As long as you have talent and can find them, and don't have any evil intentions, they generally won't reject you." Lancer looked at Stephen, "But there are gains and losses. Once you have completed your studies, you will need to become a wizard who protects ordinary people." Lancer looked at Stephen, "And this may be the fate you are about to face."

"...Wow! Why do I feel like you're my guide who's decades late?" Stephen looked at Lancer in front of him with a smile on his face. He watched Lancer shake a sticky note and write down an address. "Be nice when you get there, or you'll get kicked out."

“They won’t turn away a great student.”

2-207 Home

"Goodbye, Mr. Lancer, it's a very interesting thing to travel with you." When getting off the plane, Stephen still looked full of confidence. It can be seen that after contacting Lancer, he suddenly ignited a new dream of life. When they were.

"I think so too. I wish you good luck." Lancer said goodbye to Stephen politely. He had already been given the opportunity and the way forward had been clearly stated to him. It all depended on whether he could really build a career for himself. However, this matter had little to do with Lancer. After all, one had to walk his own path. Lancer was just doing it to make a good connection.

Then Lancer took his wives away. Stephen was going to take a taxi or rent a car. This had nothing to do with Lancer, and someone had already come to pick him up.

"Oh, it looks like I've made a new friend. Who is he?!" Casper waved at Lancer. As far as Casper was concerned, he felt that Lancer was not his boss at all. The relationship between the two seemed to remain unchanged. For most things, Lancer made the decisions and he was responsible for the implementation. Anyway, Anaheim was not worried about spending the shareholders' money. Moreover, even some orders within the corporate alliance were enough to support Anaheim.

The unmanned workshop they built is almost completed under the work of the diggers. The high efficiency makes Casper amazed. To achieve similar efficiency, it is estimated that the number of workers on this construction site must be at least thousands of people. This brings extremely complex construction organization and scheduling difficulties. Often, if one link lags behind, the entire construction process will lag behind.

However, the Decepticons' construction had no such problems at all. Not only was the construction smooth, but during the inspection, Casper was amazed. In a sense, because of the unique ability of the mixer truck (material resynthesis, and it is a molecular-level reorganization, which is outrageous), the strength of the Anaheim factory building is far beyond ordinary reinforced concrete. This original shipyard, now Anaheim, is unmanned.

The factory complex can almost be used as a fortress.

"A surgeon, probably at the top level." Lancer spread his hands towards Casper, "A regular visitor of The Lancet, everyone gets sick sometimes, so it's not a bad thing to have a good relationship with the doctor." Lancer didn't mention magic, and Casper didn't think much about it. While introducing the current status of the factory to Lancer, he talked about the A1 lightweight power armor that had recently started trial production.

Yes, based on the trial training of that group of unlucky guys, a lot of usage data was accumulated and a lot of improvement requirements were recorded. Then, at the urging of the shareholders, Lancer asked the girls to improve the lightweight power armor first, removing those expensive improvement items, and then achieved a comprehensive evaluation, which was less than a little improvement of about 40%. The shareholders were very satisfied, and each company placed some production orders to Lancer according to their own needs.

"It sounds good, but I heard from Stark that someone is planning to copy our products?!" Lancer raised his eyebrows. Hammer Industries, a company in the U.S. military system, serves as a cheap (relatively) alternative to Stark Industries. It produces equipment with much inferior performance to meet the U.S. military's quantitative needs. After all, no matter how big the U.S. military is, it cannot afford all of Stark Industries' weapons. Of course, it has now begun to turn to equipping Atlas.

"Them?" Casper smiled and put his hand on the car door, motioning Lancer to get in. "There are indeed rumors about this, but Hammer Industries is not a member of the corporate alliance. In the future, energy block technology will inevitably be the trend. I can't imagine how Hammer Industries, which cannot avoid licensing fees, can compete with us." Casper seemed very careful, and there was some sarcasm in his words.

However, Casper can indeed be confident in this regard. After all, the threshold for corporate alliance is really not low, and the benefits of joining the corporate alliance are not just a little bit of order growth. Technology cross-licensing is the real big deal. If you have it and I don't, then you can use it. If it is really core technology, then there will be a licensing price that is much lower than the price of external licensing.

As the first collective project of the entire enterprise alliance, although the final negotiation was to hand over 35% of the profits, the part that fell was all Lanser's alone. After all, many companies don't even have a 5% share! Even so, it's already quite scary!

Hammer Industries is a second-rate top-tier, not even a first-rate military enterprise. Not to mention queuing up at the gate of the Enterprise Alliance, there is not even a place to kneel. Naturally, after the energy block technology is fully launched in the future, he will be left behind! Even if he wants to buy the technology license, will the vampires of the Enterprise Alliance let him go?

Especially Stark Industries, which has been disgusted by Hammer Industries until now, is now a technological giant in the corporate alliance. Even though Tony Stark himself has recently been struggling with the energy block technology and it has been a bit of a mess, for humans, this is after all a technology that is ahead of their time by not just several levels, but also several eras, and even decades!

This is a ridiculous technology! Who in their right mind would develop this? This is challenging the fundamental laws of the physical universe! If you are not convinced, someone can explain to me whether the energy in the energy block is liquid or solid.

However, Stark, who had experienced the development of jammers before, had some understanding of this situation, and Doom's unmanned factory had been completed. If nothing unexpected happened, it wouldn't be long before the corporate alliance began preparing to make some big things.

"So the Diggers have left?" Lanser asked casually after sitting down, then took a glass of whiskey from Befa.

"Yes, they have returned to their own base. It's just... there have been some rumors recently." Casper frowned and said, "Some... robots that look very much like Decepticons were seen by people. At first, many people thought they were Decepticons and greeted them, but they seemed very scared and ran away immediately."

"Oh..." Lanser's mouth curled up after hearing this, "Have you notified the Decepticons?"

"Because it's uncertain news, there's nothing yet..." Casper looked at Lancer's expression and smiled. Just because your boss treats you as a friend doesn't mean you can ignore him, so you have to give him some room to play occasionally. "I'll send you the name of the place I found."

"Not yet. Is it in the United States?" After confirming that Casper nodded, Lancer turned to look at M4, "Little Tangle, send a message to Shockwave and ask what they are looking for in the United States recently? Do they need support?" Lancer did not tell the other party directly, but used a relatively obscure hint. Lancer believed that neither Megatron nor Shockwave would misunderstand.

"Shockwave replied that the Decepticons are currently gathering at the base and in Ukraine. After Demolisher returns, there should be no Decepticons in the United States. He will investigate." In the time it took Little Trouble to turn his head, he had already connected with Shockwave. The efficiency of mechanical life in information exchange is really not comparable to that of humans, and the possibility of being misunderstood is almost zero.

"Okay, leave it to them." Lancer nodded and stopped caring. If there were no accidents, it would most likely be their own kind who had become their enemies. Then we would be able to see a series of big fights. If they were a little more treacherous, the Decepticons could easily fight against them.

In the first battle, he directly defeated the opponent and nailed him to death by being chased and blocked by humans.

"Then I'll send a car to pick you up tomorrow morning? By the way, you seem to be planning to send Maxwell to Ukraine to take charge of that series of things? Are you sure? That's a huge project." The two talked all the way, and after almost arranging Anaheim's recent affairs, Casper talked about Lancer's recent personnel arrangement.

To be honest, Casper was somewhat unhappy. As a member of Lancer's founding team, Maxwell could be considered the confidant of Lancer's confidant. The little spider nicknamed "Son of Lancer" by the outside world might have a closer relationship with Lancer than him in the future.

Originally, Casper planned to have Maxwell enter the management of Anaheim after being promoted several times. This would be considered as forming a Lancer faction within Anaheim. Otherwise, if all the people were brought by Casper from HCLI, Casper would be a little worried that Lancer might simply purge the management of Anaheim in the future. Anyway, based on the Lancer that Casper knew, if his men did something stupid, this guy would not hesitate to take action.

"We need someone reliable to watch over there. After all..." Lancer thought for a moment. Thor was still working very hard. "Thor is making rapid progress. He may need someone to help him. I also need someone to help me watch over there. By the way, Maxwell may be able to learn something from Thor."

"Learn what?" Although Casper had never met Thor, he had heard a lot of stories about Thor. When Lancer said that Maxwell should learn from Thor, Casper was full of questions. Although Maxwell was not a high-end talent, he was a serious electrical engineer after all. What was there for him to learn from Thor?

"Learn something other than business management." Lancer got out of the car and looked at Tiyi and Skye, who were trembling in front of Springfield, who was caught slacking off in the store and was sitting with his legs crossed, and Peter, who was a little surprised to see the boss lady suddenly appear in the store. "So home is the best, right?"

"Yes, home is always the best."

Happy New Year and Leave Request

I was supposed to discuss the year-end summary with everyone yesterday, but my condition was really bad yesterday, so I went to bed after the meeting.

The reason is simple. Horus not only rebelled, but also surrendered to Nurgle...

No... that bastard pulled my quilt in the middle of the night on Thursday, and I caught a cold and started coughing. The condition gradually worsened and I started to have a fever as a complication. I have been sleeping until now today, and I am still groggy. I am taking a day off to rest.

I wish you all a happy new year. The temperature is changeable, so please keep warm. Nurgle has been quite rampant recently, so while you pray for the God-Emperor’s blessing, please pay attention to your own defense.

2-208 Various things (6K)

"Hehe!" Chuntian crossed her legs and glanced at Skye and Tiyi with unfriendly eyes. When she walked in, the two little girls were busy cleaning up the various snacks on the bar, which made Chuntian feel like a layer of frost could be scraped off her face.

So now the two girls were standing in front of Springfield like sick chickens, and they had to breathe lightly, praying that the boss lady wouldn't punish them too harshly. After all, it was really hard to find a job like theirs that was leisurely and paid well.

"Don't give Aunt Fei a look, she won't help you! Tiyi!" When Chuntian received the request from the agent, Lancer, for a cup of hand-ground coffee and some cookies, Chuntian immediately left the two little guys to deal with and turned to prepare coffee and snacks for Lancer. Although the things were ready, Chuntian would never serve Lancer baked snacks directly purchased from the supermarket, so she immediately started to get busy.

But what made her angry and funny was that these two little guys didn't have any vision at all. They didn't come to help, and they used their eyes to signal her to sit down at the bar. What kind of vision is this? She didn't have Lancer in Springfield. Seeing her mother's legs were so weak that she couldn't walk.

"Did you hear that? Look at the name of the store. This is the store Lancer gave her. I can't control her employees." Fei's mother didn't care at all. "We don't have a break. Lancer has been busy all the time. How dare you slack off? And you think I will speak for you? And are you sure that if I speak for you, you will have a good ending?"

After Lancer came back, there were a lot of things waiting for him to deal with. The emergency training of the soldiers was almost completed, and in a month they would go to England to meet one of the strongest combat forces in the world currently existing in Europe. No one knew what the commander of the knights was planning.

In theory, the Valentine brothers (artificial vampire brothers, not Lancer's brothers) had been killed by the Hydra Ukrainian branch and Steve respectively, who were experienced and had divine weapons in their hands. The things that the zombie troops led by them caused in the human world were not as serious as those caused in the Skrull-controlled area.

It must be said here that those strong men of the Holy See are quite powerful. Although they have to pay a price when facing specially debugged high-level artificial vampires like the Valentine brothers, they can deal with ordinary artificial vampires and zombies relatively easily.

In short, the living people on this land of Ukraine, from a population of more than 2000 million

Taking into account those who may have fled abroad as refugees, the population may have plummeted to only two-thirds of its original number. This is even after the United Nations has completely blocked the entire Ukrainian border in order to prevent the Skrulls from spreading along with the Ukrainians.

Such a thing can only be done when a certain lighthouse takes the lead. If it were another country, it would have been criticized long ago.

All this is not without cost. Ukraine was completely destroyed in a war that no one could even say could be considered a civil war. Not only has the original heavy industrial belt been basically razed to the ground, but after the war, Ukraine will not be fully reorganized. Instead, it will be subjected to large-scale identification. Furthermore, the attack on Lancer in Poland has caused headaches for the entire United Nations. There are still not enough jammers installed!

"Hmm..." Although what Fei Ma said seemed to make sense, if she really asked Chuntian to let them go, Chuntian might be proud to let them go. After all, this was Fei Ma "begging" Chuntian. However, after Fei Ma said this, Chuntian turned around and slapped the two lazy girls hard.

"If you still want to keep your wages for this week, you'd better go to work right away..." Peter on the side whispered, "I still have 11 takeout orders here. If I can't deliver them all... the boss lady will hang you at the door and take pictures to send to the customers to apologize. I won't let you down." Peter said with a wry smile. Don't ask. If you ask, it's because I've hung you up before, but it was just one at a time before. After all, the sign is not big, right?

"Go and make the cake. And Peter, you don't have to come starting tomorrow." Chuntian sighed. Peter, this stupid guy, knew how to secretly plead for mercy at this time. Chuntian shrugged unhappily, turned around and put a cup of coffee and Lancer's special coffee cup on a tray.

The two little ones rushed into the kitchen and started tinkering as if they had been pardoned. As Lancer's reputation became more and more famous, the business of their Springfield Coffee House was also getting better and better. Even Wall Street had special people who paid a lot of money to come to them to order cakes. Peter, who was in charge of delivering the goods on his electric scooter, was almost busy to death during this period.

But it sounded like someone in the kitchen, not sure if it was Skye or Tiyi, who made a mistake and knocked something over in a hurry. Anyway, there was a lot of clanging noise in the kitchen, and Chuntian in front of him felt high blood pressure for the first time.

"Ah! Madam Boss, I...I..." At this time, there was another person with high blood pressure, Peter Parker. His face was flustered and he looked at a loss. Then, as if he had made some decision, he took a deep breath and was about to open his mouth to say something.

"You actually tricked him out like that? How boring." Tiancheng shook his head. "This is the Lord's arrangement. Starting tomorrow, you will report to the shipyard. Although you certainly can't take over Maxwell's job now, after he leaves, someone will need to look after this place in the future."

"Uncle Maxwell is leaving?" Peter blinked, looking surprised.

"It's just a job adjustment." Chuntian said unhappily, and then put the milk and sugar on the tray. "You go over there and learn honestly. If I find out that you don't work hard, you will be like these two..."

At this time, Befa, who was almost keeping track of the clock, just walked to the counter, stretched out his hand and gently picked it up, then tilted his head slightly and asked, "How long will the tea take?"

"If those two stupid girls hadn't smashed my oven, you can come and get it in about twenty minutes." Haruta said simply, then rolled up his sleeves, turned and walked into the back kitchen. Soon, the people in the store heard Haruta, who always seemed good-tempered, rebuking in dissatisfaction.

"Don't go. Who told you to leave?" Mother Fei crossed her legs and looked at Spider-Man, who seemed relieved and was about to run away. "Come on, finish what you wanted to say but didn't say just now. Then I'll see if I should help Chuntian beat you up."

"Hey..." Peter shrank his neck, "Can we let the boss lady come? This way she will feel better."

"Oh, you know how to bargain now? Should I praise you for growing up a little?" Chkalov said sarcastically while sitting over there. She just wanted to have fun and was not afraid of trouble. Mother, you do it? Then next year, won't you have to pull weeds off Peter's grave?

"Amagi, Lancer is looking for you." Befa's voice came from upstairs. Obviously, there were some things that Lancer needed to discuss with Amagi. After all, a lot of the layouts were done by Amagi independently. Lancer was not very clear about all the cards in Amagi's hand. He couldn't damage his own energy by himself. Although Amagi certainly didn't care, at most he would hug Lancer and act coquettishly, and discuss a very hot topic among the ship girls recently.