Marvel Space and Time Administration Growth Log

This topic is called "low back pain"!

"I'll come up right away." Tiancheng said to Beifa, and then tapped Peter's head with the fan in his hand, "Don't have the fluke mentality of 'confess and get leniency, spend the rest of your life in prison; resist and get strict treatment, go home for the New Year'. I have already checked you thoroughly."

“Uh…” Parker shrank his neck, covering the place where he was hit by the fan, and looked at Tiancheng in front of him, who was in a good mood and swayed with every step and was extremely dignified, “What’s wrong with me?”

"Oh, nothing." Binjiang sat down next to Peter with a smile, "RO635, are you free? Let's go catch thieves at night! Maybe we can hang a few paintings in the store in Springfield!"

"Thief? Oh, Parker, okay! I guess the Metropolitan Museum of Art is going to be in trouble today."

The rate is very high!" RO635, who was walking by with a pile of documents, was a little surprised by Binjiang's sudden arrest, but after looking at Peter Parker's sad face, she curled her lips, smiled and walked away.

"..." Parker's face twitched, and suddenly it turned red. Then his eyes flickered a few times. "Ha... I will catch her, or persuade her to turn herself in."

"It's still a good answer after all." Fei's mother nodded, "What do you think, Chuntian?"

"You're so stupid!" Springfield walked out of the kitchen, took off his gloves, and rolled his eyes at Peter Parker. "Listen, according to Lancer, we shouldn't get involved in your love story. Lancer even hopes that you'll suffer a little at the hands of this beautiful and seductive bad girl, just so you can learn a lesson! Of course, he can have fun for a few days, but we told you this because we couldn't stand Lancer's evil intentions."

Listening to Springfield's scolding, Peter Parker suddenly felt speechless. What the hell was the point of struggling for so long? However, Peter Parker also admitted that this was indeed something Lancer would do. It was very likely that after Lancer bailed him out, he would put the bail slip and a bottle of wine in his hand and congratulate him on entering the adult world.

"...Thank you." Peter said softly after his mouth twitched for a while.

"What are you thanking me for? Just think about one thing clearly in the future. If you want to find a girlfriend, you can find a bad girl, but if you want to find a partner, you have to find a good girl, the kind that takes care of the family." Chuntian tied his hair up and went back to the inner room.

"I heard you. Go ahead. I'll give you three days to solve the problem. Is that enough?" Fei's mother supported her face with one hand, and said with a half-smile on her face, "If you can't solve it, then we will solve it. I think you should know about the old Chen at the shipyard. I think I still have some face to let Jin Bing and Negative help dig her out of New York."

Peter understood that this was the final warning. His boss often said that he was not a good person, but this time the boss's wives were obviously asking him to stick to his bottom line, because he, who was always said to hate evil, did not send her directly to the police station after being kissed by her.

This is considered to have crossed the red line. If it is crossed again, the former New York good neighbor Spider-Man may fall into the devil. Peter Parker is very sure that if he really reaches this point, then the boss ladies are definitely not joking. The girl who is the instigator will definitely be dug out. After all, apart from Kingpin and his men, the Continental Hotel and the New York police seem to owe the boss a lot of favors, which is enough to make her pay the heaviest price.

"Sorry, I understand." Peter Parker grinned. As his boss became more and more powerful, his power also became stronger and stronger.

"Well, go date your childhood sweetheart Gwen. This is your bonus for working so hard! Get lost!" He came out holding two cake towers, one of which was obviously bigger. He put them on the table and rang the service bell. "Don't take it too seriously, but you should be clear that her lifestyle means she is not from the same world as you. If you fall in love with her... it would be more convenient for me to break your legs."

"..." Peter was sure that Chuntian was not joking, so he nodded, looked at the back kitchen, and smiled bitterly, "I guess two people will come to ask me for money in a while."

"Then you give it to them, and I'll be responsible for getting double the amount!" Chuntian turned around and looked at the two stupid girls behind him. He glared at them, and the two of them quickly shrank back.

"Thank you. I'll go find Aunt May first and deposit the money, then go find..." Peter Parker realized that all the lady bosses, including the dolls who were resting and chatting, were suddenly staring at him. He swallowed and said, "I didn't make an appointment with Gwen in advance. I think I need to ask him first."

"Go ahead, you have half a day off." Springfield nodded somewhat satisfied with Peter Parker's answer. Peter Parker immediately turned around and left without stopping or talking. If he continued, Peter was worried whether he could save his life and leave the Springfield Cafe safely. It was a good thing that the boss ladies were not there and could not send out drones to track him.

"Well, your skills are very good. The pastries you bake are indeed delicious." Chkalov found a plate from the counter, then picked out some pastries and put them on the plate.

"Why don't you finish eating before going to the lab?" Chkalov's behavior surprised everyone. Binjiang asked with his head tilted. After all, normally, after returning, except for Lanser who needed to deal with those urgent matters, everyone else would take a rest on the first day, especially those who were exhausted from the journey like them.

"If you don't get to work, the port will attack you." Chkalov held the cakes and shook his finger at everyone. After all, Lancer already had too many things on his hands. "No one in the lab should come to disturb me later, except for the bad students."

"Oh, you actually have such self-awareness?" Fei Ma said with a smile. At the beginning, she gave a hint and Chkalov agreed immediately. For example, for this matter, Chkalov actually didn't need to go at all. Lancer's combat power was completely sufficient, but

Chkalov happily followed them, but the dimensional experiment here was naturally delayed because there was no one to host it.

I can imagine the depressed expressions of the heads of the various families when they found out that Mrs. Chkalov, who was supposed to promote the progress of the experiment, had gone missing. It was very funny to think about it. But Chkalov himself could say with certainty that she had gone out to fight with the commander. Is it more important for you to come earlier or for the commander's safety? Of course, the commander's safety is more important, right!

"Mother Fei, the commander is looking for you." 191 on the side suddenly looked up and said, then twitched his mouth, "Agent, if I could beat you... you've been talking about scrap metal all day long... it's never going to end, right!

"Okay!" Fei Ma stood up, took a cake from the pastry tower, and walked upstairs. Although a special office was set up for Lansher after the expansion, if Lansher really wanted to handle some official business, it would still be most efficient with the assistance of his girls.

"There were so many alien species trying to contact Mjolnir? Didn't Shockwave crush them to death? Oh, Shockwave and the others have already left. What the hell is SHIELD doing? They can't even handle it? It's really a disgrace to Hydra." Pushing open the door, Fei Ma looked at Lancer who was cursing, and the corners of Fei Ma's mouth curled up unconsciously.

"What's wrong? Why are you so angry?" Fei Ma asked naturally. Normally, with Tiancheng's assistance, Lansor should be able to handle most of the things. It was somewhat unexpected that he called her over.

"It's a mess. I don't know if it was stimulated by the events in Ukraine, but the inner world has recently shown some active trends, but most of them have been repelled by the inner world suppression organizations in various places. The most problems are in the United States..." Lanser rubbed his temples and felt his temples throbbing...

Has it been too long since I persecuted Sitwell? How come my ability to do things has suddenly dropped so much? ! Unreliable guy, is this enough? You can't revive Hydra like this! So let the Ukrainian branch kill you...

Then Lancer suddenly began to think about the feasibility of this matter. After all, in Lancer's opinion, the biggest original intention of SHIELD is to suppress the other world stuff on a global scale and prevent these bastards from joining the Sodium Brittle side on a large scale to interfere in human internal disputes during World War II.

Then, as a global organization established by and in the United States, it naturally got caught up in America's bad temper, and its hands stretched further and further. As a result, after taking on too much business, their ability to do their jobs began to decline rapidly. Of course, it is hard to say whether Hydra fanned the flames or not, but the result is this.

"Although this is exactly what the Lord originally planned, they showed up too early, and the United Nations Expeditionary Special Forces were not well prepared." Tiancheng added, "It's not impossible to force them to participate in the battle now, but the losses will be heavy. In the long run, the Lord will suffer."

"In other words, the person who originally designed this structure never expected that due to the absence of SHIELD's role, its existence as an important mobile force would be lost. The result is..." Fei's mother has understood, "Is it the pressure from above?"

"No, I have only said this at an internal meeting of the Pentagon. Although it is a leaky house, it is not enough to be used as a response strategy, unless... a large-scale disaster breaks out, and the governments are helpless. Ukraine is not one of them." Lancer shook his head. He just proposed such an idea. The Pentagon thought it might be worth a try to get more funds. "It's not so easy to change the minds of these stupid people."

"Also, there's this." Lancer pulled out a piece of paper and handed it to Fei's mother. Fei's mother glanced at it and said, "It turns out that it's not just oil that breeds the US military."

"I checked. This country is known as one of the poorest countries in Africa, but they have the most unique mineral resources in the world." Xiao Tangle said quickly, "The price of 1 gram of vibranium is 1 US dollars, which is 100 times the price of oil at its peak."

"So some people were tempted and took action. However, there was not even a trace of the more than a thousand well-equipped PMC soldiers. After 48 hours, they were all found dead outside the territory of Wakanda. The cause of death was stabbing with various cold weapons. This is very interesting." Lancer shook his head. In Africa, to overthrow a country, it takes less than 1000 well-equipped PMCs, not to mention that they are equipped with armored vehicles.

"Should we ask through the previous channels? After all, someone who can mobilize 1000 PMC soldiers can't be an ordinary person." Amagi asked leisurely. Of course, what she wanted to investigate more was where this small country called Wakanda got its military strength from. This was very interesting.

"If the report says that the amount of vibranium smuggled out every year is calculated in kilograms, that would be tens to hundreds of millions of US dollars. This should be enough for their country to live a pretty good life compared to Africa." Mother Fei said matter-of-factly, "But it's strange... bad boy, do you know something?"

"Hey..." Lanser shrugged, "This country is a

"How could a backward and poor country be able to quietly wipe out thousands of PMCs?" Lanser shook his head, "and if nothing unexpected happens, their technology is also very advanced."

"Where's the evidence?"

"No, but if it's not advanced, they won't be able to hide the vibranium mine. After all, our shareholders are not philanthropists."

2-209 A Good Meal

"I have to say that the restaurants in New York are indeed better than those in Washington." Frank Underwood clinked his glasses with Lancer and a very satisfied smile appeared on his face. Lancer's activities at this stage naturally brought huge benefits to several Democratic constituencies.

In terms of votes and funds, can the Democratic Party also support industrial development? As for those so-called high-tech companies, sorry, at this time, they are not yet established, and the absolute leaders in New York are still Stark Industries, Osborn Group, and the Anaheim Industries Group that Lancer is building.

And because of the huge resource investment currently in Anaheim and Atlas, a strange prosperity has begun to appear in the whole of New York, or more precisely, in the southern part of New York. However, when many investors came with money, they unexpectedly discovered that all the damn land had been bought up!

Yes, Fei Ma and Tian Cheng didn't leave them even an inch of cheap land. At that time, the New York City government was very happy to sell these lands to Lancer at a relatively cheap price. After all, it was not easy to find a sucker to pay the land tax, so how could they let him run away! As a result, in less than a year, Atlas began to move in, and just by reselling the land, Lancer made a lot of money without knowing it.

In a sense, Lao Chen's restaurant was asked to relocate due to similar reasons. After all, the relatively nearby Chinatown also successfully saw a surge in housing prices during this wave of price increases, which made many people begin to covet this place.

In addition to paying Jin Bing and his team some "cleanup funds" to ensure that you wouldn't find any homeless people occupying land that didn't belong to them, Jin Bing and his team happily accepted some of the "hard currency" that Fei Ma brought. Of course, we're talking about cash, gold, and arms.

After all, although the two of them have already started to clean up their name, not all of their subordinates have this plan, so it seems necessary to arrange a good way out for these people. With such benefits, those who were originally a little dissatisfied suddenly realized that only by following them can they get something to eat.

"Because people in Washington don't eat meals, but here we eat." Lancer poured Frank some whiskey. "How about the Chinese restaurant in our factory? Is Congressman Underwood satisfied?" Lancer said with a smile. Lancer did not go to those expensive restaurants in downtown New York with Frank, but went directly to the second floor of the restaurant in his own shipyard, where privacy can be guaranteed to the maximum extent.

Although you don't have to worry about going to other places, as long as the dolls are there, it doesn't matter where you are. And in this era when smart phones are not yet fully popular and the penetration of various social software is not too high, you don't have to worry too much.

The two men loosened their ties and drank without any image, and even Norman, who was called by Lancer to relax, was driven by this atmosphere and broke his usual golden self. Except for the agent and Befa who came in to serve the dishes, no one else was in the room.

"You know what? Countless times, when those bastards were discussing national interests with me in a serious manner, I always thought that if I took out a pistol and shot you to death right now, that would be the greatest benefit for the United States." Frank Underwood said, shaking his head. He was quite satisfied with the situation that Lancer had put together. Originally, the Osborne Group was quite close to the Republican Party, but after today, they are friends, aren't they?

"Because there are too many idiots with ugly eating habits in this world. Such idiots can be found everywhere." Norman Osborn curled the corner of his mouth. He liked this villain-like guy. This little guy Lancer really knows how to make friends!

"If these idiots weren't so greedy, how could we step on their heads to move up? Cheers to them!" Lancer raised his glass. Fortunately, Norman and Frank finally got together. At most, they talked about influencing the policy. It shouldn't be like getting together with Doom and the other two, discussing directly how to use methods that modern criminal investigation methods could not detect at all to kill people they didn't like. This really made people's blood pressure soar.

"Cheers to the idiots!" Lanser's words instantly made the two of them happy. That's right, if there weren't so many greedy idiots, how could they step on their heads and slowly climb to the top? Greedy? Not even greedy! Greed is not like you! Idiots will naturally become stepping stones for others.

"Speaking of which, has your factory started operating?" Osborn's eyes flickered. Lancer's unmanned factory is highly confidential except for his shareholders. No one has come to visit it yet. I wonder if it is the same as the one built by the Enterprise Alliance in Doom's Land...

Even Doom was curious about this. He had just sent Doom a photo of himself at the factory gate, and Doom quickly replied with a new message, asking him what he was doing.

Siben felt somewhat satisfied. As a human being, who doesn't have a little vanity?

"Yes, the shareholders are going crazy. The first batch of trial production will roll off the production line tonight. Maybe you will see a live fight between American and Russian generals." Lancer said with a smile, and then noticed that Frank and Norman suddenly became serious. "You are not planning to hold a ribbon-cutting ceremony, are you?"

"Why not? The world's best weapons and equipment." Frank's expression was a little surprised. He couldn't understand Lancer's train of thought. There was such a good opportunity for operation. Norman, as the head of the corporate alliance, naturally knew some other information, so he frowned, but didn't say anything.

"This is a trap. I don't want to stand in it. You should stay away from it. Otherwise, how are you going to clean yourself up for being connected to China and Russia? Today, generals from five countries came to pick up the goods and then went back to their respective homes." Lancer shook his head. Anaheim is a special company. No one would agree that it be controlled by a single shareholder. "Besides, Anaheim is not listed, so I don't have to worry about the stock price."

"Interesting, you really dispelled all my thoughts with just one sentence." Lancer's words really made the old man laugh at the time. That's right, a company like Anaheim must have many shady things. After all, no one would believe that the countries that are still arguing with each other over the future of Ukraine today, as if you'd better go back and clean your necks, and when the Skrulls are over, you'll be the next one, would actually sit down and talk about things.

This is actually the norm. As long as the government's thinking is normal, it won't just shout and kill...

"Have you ever regretted it?" Frank seemed to suddenly think of something, then raised his glass and raised his hand towards Norman, with a smile on his face.

"What do you regret? What do you regret?" Norman Osborn also raised his glass and gestured to the old man in front of him. However, he was not someone who disliked taking the initiative. "After meeting this little bastard, I regret a lot of things, but my biggest regret at the moment is that I didn't meet him when I was young, otherwise my life would have been very colorful."

"You're welcome. I think this old guy should have thought of something. He actually handed over your reactor to me and Atlas. By the way, what has that bastard Irons been doing recently? I thought he would come over with you for a free meal."

"Who wants to eat with him!" Speaking of his brother, Frank Underwood's face visibly fell. He took a large piece of beef from the beef brisket in front of him and put it into his mouth. "He is busy winning people's hearts. Besides, Columbia is about to change the government. This guy wants to make sure that the people he supports will not be killed by others."

"Colombia, no wonder I keep hearing about it. I don't know when the CIA started having such a headache." Norman shook his head. "Speaking of which, regarding the reactor, I contacted Dr. Otto. He wants to meet you. If it's convenient, he wants to see the drawings of the reactor after your improvement."

"Oh, then I must ask him if he has any diseases like high blood pressure." Lanser seemed to remember something and laughed, then looked at the large plate of 24 oysters brought by Befa next to him with a somewhat strange expression. They were grilled with garlic and charcoal, and were obviously just taken off the stove. The juice in the oyster shells was still boiling. He glanced at the grinning Befa. This girl, I'm afraid it's not the dish you ordered for me. "Try it, the way it's made in my hometown."

"Why do you say that? Oh, give me two more, you stingy guy." Norman Osborn smiled and pointed at the plate in front of Lancer. You are still stingy?

"Because it was modified by a Russian who likes to mess around." Lancer shook his head. This guy was afraid that you would not be used to eating it, but you are wronged. "Atlas' current main weapon designer, Ivan Vanko." Lancer simply divided it among the three of them, and then started eating it one bite at a time.

"Atlas' weapons designer? Can he change this?" Norman Osborn frowned. He felt a little dissatisfied that his hard work was being treated casually.

"He has a good knowledge of energy, metals, and chemicals. He is very similar to Tony Stark, but not as good as him." Frank Underwood imitated Lancer and started eating with big mouthfuls. "I have to say, no wonder you want to take the lead in this restaurant. His skills are worth it."

"Is that so?" Lanser laughed. He had just decided to go there to eat that day, but no one had expected such a thing to happen. But in the end, it was not a loss. Although it was an unmanned factory, there were actually more than 300 workers and engineers working in the factory. These workers and engineers were very satisfied with the food provided by their restaurant. For the Chen family, this newly opened restaurant was a protective layer for them. No matter whether they made money or not, no one dared to bother them now.

"A rather messed up version of Tony Stark?! This is really interesting!" After listening to Frank's description, Norman Osborn also became interested. "How about I take Otto for a physical examination first, and then come to you to look at the blueprints?"

"That's much more reliable." Lanser said with a smile, then wiped his hands with a napkin. He was almost full. "So do you want to go take a look at the factory?"

"If possible, I would like to take a brief tour. Is that convenient? After all, I have seen the unmanned factory in Latveria. Is the software you use the same as the one there?" Norman Osborn smiled and knocked on the table. "Doom feels that he owes you a big favor."

"Indeed, they are the same. The operators on both sides can interchange with each other. The only difference is that the development of the equipment and various production lines on my side is completed independently by ourselves, so there won't be the same problems as over there." Lanser shrugged. What the corporate alliance came up with were indeed good things. This was definitely not a joke. It's just that no one expected that after the connection, it would cause such a big chaos.

"That sounds... good." Norman Osborn raised his lips. "Doom seems to be short of people. Can you help train some people?"

"Well, I'll report it to the higher-ups. In principle, I think if it's just operators, one company can't have more than 5. Let's do a preliminary screening first." Lanser shook his head unhappily. These guys have some tricks up their sleeves, and they've all set their sights on this strict version of the Iron Blood Factory production control module.

Will Lancer reject them? Of course not, they chose to learn and modify the software, but as long as the underlying code is not touched, the agent can take control at a glance.

"This is a hangover soup. Drinking it can nourish your stomach." Befa placed three porcelain cups in front of the three people. It was obvious that the feast for Lancer and the others had come to an end.

"It was a wonderful meal." Frank Underwood nodded. He had accomplished the purpose of coming here today very well. Not only did he complete the requests of many people, but Lancer also gave a positive explanation. Thor is currently growing well. If nothing unexpected happens, he will regain the right to return to Asgard after a period of time, and all human investment will be valuable.

Then, he seemed to have made some great gains in his personal life. Lancer, that little bastard, actually invited Norman Osborn, a bastard whose personality was somewhat compatible with his! Ah~ He liked these two bastards.

"Let's go. I can't wait to have a tour." Compared to this hangover soup, Norman Osborn was more interested in the unmanned factory in front of him.

"Well... let's go. I hope the guys who get here first don't really plan to fight to decide the distribution of supplies." Lancer shrugged. Because it is the trial production stage and only one production line has completed the full process debugging, the output is not too high now. The daily output is only 100 pieces, and this is even the case when many spare parts have already been ordered from various countries.

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"Eh? New York? Why am I back again?" A little girl stood on the street in New York, looking at the surroundings in confusion, then opened her watch and took a look. "There are still three hours and thirty-five minutes left. Let's go around and walk around. What's going on? My calculations should be correct. How did I end up in the wrong place? How about taking a taxi?"

But the girl soon gave up this seemingly good plan because she found that she had forgotten to bring cash. After all, in her era, cash, such an old-fashioned thing, was almost something that had been consigned to museums. How could she possibly have it ready at all times?

"What a bad luck! First I have to check if my father is still alive in this era. Then I'll go check on Big Dad Lancer's situation. If possible, I'll ask him to borrow some money. Oh, by the way, I also have to understand the current events. Is it... the Skrull War?! Huh? It's already this era?! What the hell!"

2-210 Space-Time Experiment

"The entire process has passed the inspection with good results. There is no positioning source, and the space channel is actively opened for testing." Chkalov nodded with a smile. After completing all the inspection items, he signaled SOPII to pull the switch. As the energy blocks were rapidly consumed, the consumption of the Rubik's Cube was indeed much smaller.

"It seems that it is necessary to deploy a fusion reactor in the unmanned factory. Stark Industries seems to have restricted our energy input. What a stingy guy." SOPII said dissatisfiedly. After they installed the new equipment, they found that Stark Industries' energy supply could not keep up! "Otherwise, our experiment three hours ago would not have failed unexpectedly."

"It may not be the checkpoints set up by Stark, but we have discovered the upper limit of their supply lines." She tapped the instrument twice. "There is no need for us to tell them. Just give us as much as they can." Chkalov made some simple fine adjustments on the instrument. This time she wanted to open the portal accurately inside the laboratory, so she had to make a lot of resets.

Although nothing has happened so far, who knows? If someone gets stuck in the wall, it would be really hilarious.

But opening up the dimension is one difficulty, and dimensional crossing is another difficulty. Dimension crossing also requires precise positioning, which is really an additional difficulty! Although he followed Lancer everywhere, Chkalov was actually not idle.

Every day when they caught SOPII, they would try their best to squeeze her computing power, but they couldn't beat her. SOPII had no choice but to submit to Chkalov's tyranny, and sometimes the entire AR team would be forced to do hard labor.

During the two days when Chkalov was lying in bed due to back pain, it was not just Sopi who looked like a worthless fish.

"The data is not right, you are adjusting it like this... Are you going to our world?" Chkalov's action surprised SOPII a little. After all, when opening the space gate, shouldn't their own world be given priority? And every time a ship girl comes, Lancer's combat power can be said to increase dramatically! So from the current actual situation, we should increase the configuration of ship girls.

"Because they have a lot of tasks to do, just tell them not to be anxious!" Chkalov shook his hands and said indifferently. Just like Frederick said, because of their strength and the forces behind them, the ship girls didn't mind the humanoids surrounding Lancer, because in front of them, the little girls could only be obedient.

"I always feel that if I hear what you said, I might be silenced." SOPII stared with a pair of dead fish eyes. She didn't even want to act. After hearing this, SOPII felt that she might be silenced by Chkalov at any time.

"Don't worry, as long as you don't become a traitor, I won't execute you directly." Chkalov gave SOPII a wicked look, leaving her speechless.

"The energy line still has 30% reserve capacity. It is estimated that it will reach the peak in 20 seconds. The underground energy blocks are expected to be exhausted in 1 minute and 30 seconds. The Rubik's Cube's reserves may not be enough." SOPII decisively stopped talking nonsense with Chkalov. If she continued talking, Chkalov would probably start to tease her.

"Not yet, because I have a feeling that this experiment will not last too long." Chkalov looked at the space-time channel that was slowly changing in front of him.

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"Huh?! Who is it!? Breaking through the space-time dimension!? This!?" A girl who, according to family tradition, bought snacks with money begged from thugs causing trouble on the street, was shocked when she heard the alarm of the detection equipment on her battle suit. As this was her first time to conduct a space-time experiment, her iron battle suit was naturally filled with various detection equipment. However, she never expected that there were people in this city who were also conducting space-time tests.

Yes, the little girl was none other than Morgan Stark. This unlucky child arrived in this world while secretly conducting a time-space experiment. The reason... probably a little reason...

"The direction is... Griffin's location?! There's obviously no Griffin here! What the hell!" The girl's iron armor quickly located the address, but she was a little surprised by the location. However, she turned and walked to the roadside and stopped a taxi. After she told the address, the driver looked at her, and his eyes... were full of an expression of, "Oh, you know a lot!" Then he started chatting with Morgan about coffee. Morgan, who was confused, started chatting with the other party, trying to find some information over there.

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"Executioner! You!" The viper's angry roar echoed in the laboratory. SOPII looked confused. Why are you calling me executioner, python?

Then a figure was seen rushing into the laboratory rapidly. If you look closely, you can see a group of human figures being kicked to the ground by her. After rushing in, they obviously went straight to SOPII's position. SOPII was startled and wanted to draw her gun. Then she saw the executioner grabbed SOPII's hand and pressed it down.

"Click!" The switch closes!

"Hahahahahaha!" The executioner, with his hands on his hips, puffed out his chest and started laughing.