Marvel Space and Time Administration Growth Log

"Who do you think you are? Who gave you the basic knowledge courses? What, you taught yourself? You have such a good brain, and this is how much you learned?! Forget it, call the executioner over and chop him off. He is too stupid. There is no hope for him." But when Lancer opened the door, he heard Chkalov's dissatisfied curses from downstairs, followed by the executioner's loud response, and the friction sound of drawing the knife.

"Why has Chkalov become so irritable?" Lanser shook his head. Although Chkalov was not the type of charming person in Lanser's eyes, he obviously shouldn't roar like an irritable old man like he did now.

"Mother Chkalov! You can't abandon me!" Morgan yelled, Lancer twitched his lips, she is indeed Tony Stark's daughter, she has no idea what moral integrity is, she actually called me mother like this? ! And she actually called me mother so smoothly? !

"Since yesterday, Chkalov asked her to recalculate the way home, and now she has calculated it for the 12th time." The agent's answer was very straightforward, "I guess the 13th calculation is almost here."

"Is it still like this after giving him enough computing equipment?" Lanser asked in a low voice. He knew very well that Chkalov would not restrict her in these aspects. After all, for Chkalov, this was a part of education and he didn't mean to really kill the little girl, not to mention that her own armor should have a high computing power.

"It's used." The agent nodded. Chkalov opened Morgan's access to all computing equipment and a certain database. The entire calculation process was equivalent to Morgan's self-study. So far, he has learned it 12 times. It looks stupid. The agent simply screened the content of the information drawn by Chkalov, and then concluded that Chkalov had actually put the answer in these materials.

"Stupid girl, what's wrong? Are you going to be killed by Chkalov to save food because you are too stupid to go back?" Lancer walked down the stairs.

"I gave her the formula! The model! The information! Even most of the variable data, but this stupid girl couldn't figure out a correct answer! This is really great! I want to strangle her to death!" Chkalov crossed his arms, his face full of anger, his towering chest heaving vigorously, obviously he was very angry!

"Really? Tell me how you were wrong." Lancer tapped Morgan's forehead and looked at the little girl's big bags under her eyes. This silly girl had obviously worked hard all night last night, but the answer she came up with still couldn't satisfy Chkalov.

"Dad..." Morgan bit her lip, looking extremely aggrieved. It was obvious that she had suffered more than just a little bit of bullying from Chkalov.

"If the result is still like this, you might as well let me break her legs and leave her here. Anyway, you can support her, Lancer! I can accept having more daughters." Chkalov said quietly behind Lancer, "Your original data is not pointing to us at all. She can only say that she is extremely lucky to be able to reach our dimension alive! The little girl calls Lancer Big Daddy and us Mom! I can't let her go back with the original data!"

"There is a 7% probability that she will be directly lost in the flow of time and space and become a wanderer outside the time and space line. There is a % probability that she will be caught up in various time and space turbulences and will not know how she died. There is less than a % probability that she can successfully reach a stable world. In the end, it depends on her luck whether she can reach a stable world." Chkalov said her judgment.

"Where was your original destination?" Lanser frowned. What Chkalov said made Lanser quickly harden his heart. After all, compared to a little warmth, the life and safety of the little girl in front of him was the most important one. "And why did you make twelve mistakes? After all, all the computing resources have been given to you."

"Go back to twenty-five years ago, when Griffin had not yet been established, and go over there to take a look." Morgan didn't say much and honestly admitted his purpose. Lancer's face instantly brightened. Good guy, even though it wasn't him, it was obvious that this naughty kid went to cause trouble for himself in another dimension. This was awesome.

"So how did I do this wrong?" Lanser shook her head. Originally, she just wanted to travel through time, just like what these little bastards in her memory often did later on. They ran around in the long river of time, causing a lot of trouble for their young parents in that world, causing them to die prematurely.

Start experiencing the painful and joyful "joy" of being a parent.

"She didn't realize at all that she started from New York, but not the New York that she knew and was accustomed to. The slight deviation in the variable reference at the beginning had become a huge gap that could not be corrected in the later stage!" Chkalov pointed out the reason for Morgan's mistake. She had been waiting for the little girl to come to her, but she didn't expect that this little girl was so stubborn that she was really stubborn. In the end, Chkalov himself couldn't hold back his anger!

"Uh..." She had never expected that she would make a mistake in the value of the starting point. This made Morgan, who had always seemed confident, stunned for a moment. She actually made such a low-level mistake... Morgan hugged her head and slowly squatted down.

"Okay, go to sleep first, eat something when you wake up, and have a good rest. It will help you improve your work efficiency." Lanser shook his head. Seeing that Morgan was stunned and wanted to recalculate the data, Lanser directly held down this unyielding girl and asked her to have a good rest before going to work. There was no rush anyway.

"Okay, but I won't sleep over here, Father Lancer. Are there any guest rooms somewhere else?" Morgan rolled his eyes and glanced at the figures and ship girls in the room with some sarcasm.

"You are a little brat, aren't you? Let's go to the hotel and sleep."

"Father Lancer, it's wrong for you to retaliate like this."

"Ah!"

2-214 Shocking Effect

So in the next few days, Morgan became a permanent resident of the Springfield Coffee Shop, but every moment he could see the little girl writing and drawing on a piece of draft paper with gritted teeth, like a girl preparing for a postgraduate entrance examination, and the data calculations on the computer at hand almost never stopped, and all kinds of data seemed to have no end, and were calculated rapidly on the software written by the humanoids.

Then a few hours later, the little girl, who could no longer hold on, lay down on the table, accepted Chuntian's feeding, drank some coffee and ate some dessert to replenish her energy, and then continued to write the homework assigned by Chkalov with gritted teeth.

In Chkalov's opinion, a lot of her "self-study" content had deviated, and some systematic learning and education was very necessary. Even if it was not a complete teaching, but an outline and necessary knowledge points, Chkalov planned to sort it out for the little girl, and then make an outline and necessary learning materials for her to study by herself.

Morgan pouted and said that she was obviously a top student over there, but it was obvious that this title of top student was not so useful with Chkalov, and she even became the target of complaints. After all, compared with the amount of knowledge that Chkalov mastered, what Morgan knew was just some knowledge points at the elementary school level.

However, Chkalov was also very happy about Morgan's arrival. After all, he had a free helper during this period of time. And unlike SOPII, who was an action-oriented person and thought "I don't know why, but I think it's good to do this", Morgan had good hands-on ability. Although his theoretical knowledge was a little biased, he was also a little guy with a strong scientific research spirit. Within a few days, he was not only able to keep up with Chkalov's ideas, but he could even independently operate the instruments to conduct some experiments according to his own ideas.

The happiest person during these two days was not Morgan, who was forced by Chkalov to dive into the ocean of knowledge and paddle hard, because Chkalov felt that since she called him Chkalov's mother (currently the only one), even if it was absolutely impossible for him to teach all he had learned to the little girl in front of him during these two days, it was absolutely necessary for her to establish the correct (the correct scientific knowledge system of the Azure Worldview) system.

The happiest people were the scientists. Teacher Chkalov finally stopped teasing the students. She started teaching and taught all three classes she owed in one go. She changed the topics and contents of her lectures! But they didn't have time to worry about it, because although the content was summarized and almost no details were mentioned, the summary had already caused a shock to the scientists who were listening to the lecture.

Time, space, dimension!

At the end of each class, he left behind a group of shocked students. Then the next day, students who had a lot of questions to ask had their worldviews forcibly changed... As the top people in the industry, their confusion was not much better than Morgan who was attending the class in person. The only difference was that if Morgan had any questions after the class, he could ask Chkalov directly, or use Chkalov's instruments to do experiments to prove some points, and then ask again.

Regarding the content of Chkalov's course, many people in Dr. Doom's experimental group looked at Doom, obviously wanting to get a confirmation or objection from him. Doom was silent for a while and then said, "She used a declarative sentence, and it seems difficult to refute it." In a sense, it seemed that he recognized Chkalov's general theories, at least before he found evidence to disprove them.

So when Lancer arrived at Stark Industries, Stark Industries actually opened the door directly, and Pepper called directly to say that Stark was waiting for Lancer in the laboratory.

"It's really rare that you let me directly into your core laboratory. It seems that you are making good progress?" Lanser looked around. Well, it is worthy of being Stark's own laboratory. Look at this robotic arm and the numerous experimental operation platforms. This laboratory alone probably costs

It is already possible to build at least two or three Iron Blood unmanned factories established in Latveria.

"Chekalov didn't come?" Stark flicked his fingers and the computer screen in front of him, which was full of calculation data and various charts, popped open. If Lancer was there, he would be able to see that the data being calculated were the various data that Chkalov talked about yesterday.

"I'm not here. I'm helping my kids with their homework." Lancer looked at Stark. Although she's not yours, she's your daughter from another dimension. She's been making a lot of noise in Lancer's coffee shop these past two days. And ever since he saw Chkalov bending down to take off his high heels and Morgan running away, Lancer felt like he couldn't hold it back anymore.

Then Lancer asked Chkalov a question, and Chkalov's eyes almost became wet. "Why did you want to reward her?"

"So? I'll reward you?" Chkalov hugged Lancer, then turned around and his eyes suddenly became extremely fierce, glaring at Morgan who was peeking at the door.

"Thank you, Dad Lancer, for saving my life!" Lancer, who was lying sideways, noticed Chkalov's actions and tilted his head to take a look. Morgan gave a thumbs up, shouted at Lancer, and then fled. Lancer instantly felt that the Stark family's bloodline was probably beyond saving.

"Tutoring kids? Isn't the course over?" Tony Stark frowned, but he didn't pursue the matter. He quickly put on a somewhat smug expression, "You're here just in time. I've already finished making the energy furnace, and the trial run was a success!"

"Is it... an experimental furnace to be equipped for the spacecraft, or is it an iteration of the technology of the Ark Reactor?" Lancer looked at Stark and shrugged. Tony Stark, a genius among geniuses. To be honest, his talent is so high that he has indeed stood at the pinnacle of mankind. There are really not many scientists who can be compared with him. And one thing that is certain is that one of them likes to mess around and often gets into trouble.

So the person Lancer had asked to partner with Stark was none other than Doom, who also possessed terrifying skills and was equally sharp-tongued. This made the two of them even more of a negative. Judging from the results, it was said that Doom and Stark were both planning how to kill each other, and it seemed to be quite effective.

Tony Stark in the dimension that Morgan came from was almost used as a wish-making Doraemon by his own self in that dimension. If there was no pool of magic spring water, Tony Stark would have been overworked to death by him, which also caused Tony Stark to faint as soon as he took a bath.

"No, it's a universal reactor core!" Tony Stark said proudly. With his intelligence, how could he invent the wheel twice? So what he did now was to first make a core mechanism, and then use different additional components to either amplify the power and increase the power output; or to enhance stability and ensure the safety of instantaneous energy output.

"Sounds good, is this it?" Lanser looked at something in front of him that he had never seen in other dimensions, feeling somewhat surprised and unexpected.

"Yes, we will conduct the fourth full-power test run soon." Tony Stark nodded, not hiding his pride. Doom's R&D project was delayed in a short period of time because of a lot of troubles caused by the unmanned factory, while his R&D project was smoothly advanced to the practical stage! This guy will definitely be pissed off. "Oh, speaking of which, we have to thank Chkalov for this."

"Did her course content inspire you?" Lancer looked at Tony Stark, somewhat surprised. Due to his lack of experience, although Tony Stark in front of him had already put on the iron armor and shouldered a huge amount of responsibility, his cynical temper was still clearly visible in him.

"No, it's that weird coffee shop of yours. It has an astonishingly high energy consumption." Tony Stark looked at Lancer with a bit of resentment in his tone. After all, the relationship between him and Lancer couldn't be said to be good or bad. The two of them were more like business exchanges, and there was really not much friendship to speak of.

But this was what he had agreed to, this was the condition set by Pepper, and this was the reward that Lancer got for saving his life. Even though Tony Stark knew that Lancer might have taken away tens of millions of dollars worth of electricity from him, Tony Stark didn't care. At most, he was a little unhappy with Lancer's shameless behavior of fleecing him, and he would occasionally complain about it in private.

However, Tony Stark himself did not expect that his complaints would soon spread out, causing Doom to ridicule Tony Stark as "an oversized Ark reactor that cannot support a coffee shop or a shipyard." This made Tony Stark even more unhappy.

"Yes, I was just about to ask, why did you cut off the electricity in my area?" Lancer looked at Tony Stark, his face without any guilt or anything else, but rather a tone of blame.

"...Chkalov's experiments have been getting more intense recently?" Facing Lancer's question, Stark realized that he was a civilized person and it was better not to swear. He took a deep breath and looked at Lancer. "What is she researching recently, the content she talked about in these three classes? Have you made any breakthroughs?"

"..." Lancer looked at Star

"She told me that what she talked about was general knowledge and safe content."

"It is indeed quite safe... According to my verification, everything she said is basically correct, and..." Tony Stark's expression changed instantly, from the previous resentment to a playful expression, "Just this one class is worth one... no, at least two Nobel Prizes in Physics. Do you understand the significance of this? In a broader sense, her three classes have pointed out a direction for the world, and this direction is called the future!"

"..." Lancer took a breath, looked at Stark in front of him with a tangled expression, and leaned close to Stark's ear, "Are you sure you're not kidding me?"

"Oh, I don't know why she suddenly wanted to teach these three classes. Introduction, introduction, or in other words, basic theory, do you understand?" Tony Stark smiled and looked at Lancer, "Humanity will remember Mr. Chkalov's selfless sharing, and will also remember Anaheim's selfless sharing."

"Okay, remember to add two more energy lines to the selfless Chkalov's lab." Lancer rolled her eyes. Although there was no doubt that Tony Stark was talking nonsense, it was definitely true that Chkalov's lectures were very exciting. But since she had already said it, what else could she do? Go back and point fingers at Chkalov? It would be better to spank her.

"I'll arrange it, but if possible, I'd like to get some experimental data from Chkalov." Tony Stark looked at Lancer with surprisingly serious eyes.

"Oh? About what?" Lancer looked at Tony Stark in front of him. It seemed like this guy wanted to make a deal? !

"About time!" Tony Stark looked at Lancer with a serious look, as if there was something obsessive burning in his heart.

"You should know... this is not an interesting topic. The price of time disorder is not something you and I can afford." Lanser's expression became serious, and he even put his hand on the hilt of the ancient Viking sword that Doom helped him choose. "You'd better tell me your purpose, otherwise from today on, I will have to treat you as a high-risk person."

"There are some... questions about my father." Stark took a deep breath, was silent for a while, and simply said, "I think I have the right to know."

"..." Lancer looked at Stark with an extremely dangerous look in his eyes. "In the time and space line, people in high positions often bear more cause and effect, and you and your father are obviously the ones who bear a huge amount of cause and effect." Lancer looked at Stark, his eyes full of warnings. "If you contact your father... many people may die... more than you can imagine."

"Yes, I understand, but I just want to know some personal matters about myself, so it won't affect the timeline so much." Tony Stark looked at Lancer, his eyes became very serious, "I promise."

"I hope you'll keep your word. After all, I don't want the timeline to collapse for no reason." Lancer shrugged. He believed only 30% of what Stark said. After all, Tony Stark was known to be unreliable. However, Lancer decided to give Tony Stark some food substitutes. "...try to find some of Egghead's belongings. I heard that some of them were inherited from the founder of the first generation of S.H.I.E.L.D., and some of your father's belongings should be among them. They may be useful to you."

"I see. Maybe this is a good pastime." Tony Stark's eyes flickered. He at least knew where this matter should start. Besides, SHIELD didn't seem to be a difficult matter to deal with. After all, Pierce had always wanted to invite Tony Stark to be SHIELD's senior technical consultant. There would always be a way when the time comes.

"But don't even think about Chkalov's experimental data. At most, let Chkalov answer your three questions. If he doesn't know, you can change the questions, but it cannot involve personal privacy." After Lancer finished speaking, he motioned for his girls to follow him. He had to go back, otherwise his communication network would be flooded with calls. After all, this was the conclusion confirmed by Tony Stark himself.

"Okay! Do you want to have lunch together?" After Tony Stark confirmed, he saw Lancer turn around and leave, as if he couldn't stay here for a moment. He was in a good mood now, and even planned to treat Lancer to a meal to thank him for the information he provided.

"Where can I eat at McDonald's?" But Lancer was obviously not in such a good mood. After quickly confirming the situation, Lancer decided to go to Lawyer Matt's place and then return to the base immediately.

"Okay." Tony Stark decided to return to the experiment. After all, he was still thinking about surpassing the annoying Doom in this regard. Lancer's arrival today was a small surprise for him. The two of them agreed on a lot of things, and for Stark, he felt that he was the one who benefited more.

Lancer's convoy drove at a faster speed than when they came here, almost crossing the red line set by the New York traffic police for speeding, and rushed directly to the block where Lawyer Matt was.

"What a surprise! You're waiting for me here?" The moment Lancer opened the car door, he saw Matt wearing strange sunglasses.

"Because I got into trouble, I have to be polite to those who come to help me." Matt stood up.

He turned around and motioned Lancer to follow him, but the direction he was heading to was not the second floor on the roadside, but rather a small alley along the stairwell and continued forward for some distance. After all, Lawyer Matt was not a rich man. His empty bank account proved one thing, that is, Lawyer Matt was a pauper.

"This incident really can't be considered as your fault. After all, no one would have thought that a boastful concept company would actually do such a thing behind the scenes. Do you want us to formally help? After reading the briefing, I think it would be more convenient for you to go to their door to offer your help. You should know that it is almost impossible for you to come up with a corresponding counter-strategy against them by your own strength," Lancer stopped here and looked at Matt. He mentioned everything that needed to be mentioned.

"I'm very clear about this. Please come in. It's messy and there's only instant coffee. Would you like a cup?" Matt nodded as if he didn't care and motioned Lancer to follow him in.

"Are there a lot of cases recently?"

"Thanks to you, New Yorkers are going crazy these days."

"Is it……"

2-215 Matt's Immediate Concern

"So... the streets haven't been peaceful lately?" Lansher sat down on a chair, and the girls who came with Lansher also sat down neatly beside him.

Because he has been running around outside recently and has been very busy, Lansor is not really clear about what has happened in New York recently. The last time he caused trouble in New York was when he stood up for Lao Chen and dealt with his good neighbors, and then he got a well-received workshop canteen.

"It's indeed a bit uneasy, but perhaps many people like this kind of unrest." Matt rubbed his eyebrows. For many things, if you look at them from different angles, you will definitely come to different conclusions.

For a compassionate and just person like Matt, the abnormal disappearance of the homeless people on the street must be a sign of some evil. Regardless of the reason, regardless of whether they are willing to rot in the ground, the final result is that they are already a group of poor people. Even so, there are still too many people who are concerned about the final value of these poor people...

After these unfortunate guys disappeared, no one felt sorry for them for even a second. Some were just excited about their disappearance. After all, the existence of these homeless people caused all-round damage to the city's appearance, safety, and sanitation. Looking at the excrement and needles all over the streets, no one would think that this was something that could be tolerated.

Therefore, despite the recent large-scale disappearance of homeless people, many people still think that this is not a bad thing. At least when they walk on the street, they don’t have to feel the smell of urine.

"Is this why you bring your Springfield boys to torture the NYPD every night? Believe it or not, I'm going to call Commissioner Stacy and he'll break your legs." Lancer said with a smile. Even though the two of them were under the supervision of Lawyer Matt, who was in front of them, Lancer had Matt and Peter talk about how to reasonably and justly use legal means to send these two unlucky guys who carried out lynching and tried not to kill anyone to prison and then keep them there for life.

Lawyer Matt, who was familiar with the legal provisions, listed them out. Well, if he and Peter were caught, their identities would probably be enough for 200 years. This was very ironic...

So now they changed their style of doing things. The two of them tried every means to collect evidence, tried to reduce the number of times they did it themselves, and then let the NYPD do the final step. And Chuntian complained privately that if Murphy died of overwork one day, or was beaten to a pulp because of too many enemies, the two people in front of them would definitely feel guilty!

"That's their job." Matt opened the safe and took out a large paper bag from it. "According to your request, the cash has been checked by the bank. It's all real money." Matt pushed the bulging paper bag on the table and placed it in front of Lancer. "The total amount for the thirteen unions is 183 million US dollars. Please count it. Then this is the receipt. Sign it."

"Trouble!" Lanser turned her head to look at AR15 who was following her. A smile appeared on her face. She was obviously very happy about this job. After all, there were not many opportunities to get cash from the commander, because it meant it was easier to avoid taxes.

Lancer's status and position are there. After all, he is now a respectable person of high rank. It is obviously impossible for him to live the life of a transporter like before. Recently, Lancer has been planning to talk to John and others, asking them whether they are willing to continue to follow him and get a decent pension, or to take a chance on their own, get on the ship and take over the route that Lancer once laid out, to fight for huge wealth among the vast nature that can change its face at any time, greedy suppliers, and dishonest customers.

As for Lancer himself, he now has one foot on the territory once occupied by Stark Industries. If nothing unexpected happens, he will become one of the giants in the near future. He is so confident, and others believe so too. However, Lancer's own goal is far more than that.

"The amount is correct, real money, distributed according to the country's practice?" AR15 turned back to look at Lancer, who nodded, "But he took more risks this time, so he rounded it up." Lancer

Simply put, collecting so much money from each family is a very hateful act in itself, and the other party is likely to deliberately spread the news. Then, nearly 200 million US dollars is enough to make a bunch of crazy people take risks! After all, it is enough to change lives!

"Okay." AR15 nodded, took out 50 stacks of money, and piled them directly on the table, then held the remaining money in front of Fei Ma, who took it and threw it into her own space. This was almost absolutely safe. What, you still want to pry open the space of a super battleship with a full displacement of 63600 tons to steal something? Maybe the space you open is a 406 big root directly hitting your face! .

Lancer also took the receipt from the table, took a quick look at it, and signed it. Matt knew very well that Lancer was the kind of person who liked you to follow the rules, and he would also follow the rules. If you played word games, then there was a high probability that Lancer would play physical games with you.

"Thank you so much for your generosity!" Matt did not refuse. He took a stack of dollars on the table, felt how many stacks there were, and put them back into the safe with a smile. He knew that Lancer's family was wealthy and could not lack such a small amount of money, so he accepted it naturally.

To be honest, although Matt is a top lawyer, because he has been acting as a lawyer for ordinary people for a long time, basically no big company would give him their orders, and these ordinary people often mean no money! So Matt is really poor, otherwise his law firm would not be in such a dark alley. Fortunately, because Matt has helped many people, otherwise his shabby place would be emptied the next morning when he opened the door.

In a sense, Lancer could really be considered his first big client, but his daily activities were just to help Lancer get some union lawyers' letters and court indictments, and to dissuade Lancer from using his ship-suppressing rockets to smash the office buildings of those unions. After all, he wouldn't feel any sense of accomplishment if he won such a groundless lawsuit, so why would you stop someone from giving you money?

"So, did you find anything interesting about what happened just now? Springfield said that Spider-Man wants to take a leave this afternoon, I think you'd better explain it to me." Lancer said with a smile, but there was a bit of coldness on his smile, even though he knew that Matt in front of him was really not that kind of person, but was there any meaning in all this? People only look at the results, the process is not important, the result is that Peter Parker, who Lancer regarded as a key person in training, was involved in this matter, that's all.

And with such a result, no matter how you look at it, Attorney Matt in front of him cannot clear himself of his involvement in this matter. And obviously, Lancer's usual temper is not to talk to you about any damn responsibility. After all, only the court talks about these things.

"Indeed, we found out something. There is a company that is recruiting homeless people on a large scale for drug testing, but..." Although Matt couldn't see, he could undoubtedly tell from Lancer's tone that although everyone had a good relationship, this incident had made Lancer dissatisfied, because his opponent this time was not a gangster or a group of drug dealers. He really needed more powerful help, and it was almost difficult for him to continue the investigation.

"The bodies they carried out were more than the ones they recruited?" Lanser squinted at him. Was this situation... too much? Recruiting people for drug testing was something all major pharmaceutical companies did, and they paid a lot, but to be honest, doing this was like exchanging lives for money.

"We found out that there are fake recruiters on the street, and they don't even pick and choose." Matt looked at Lancer. Has he ever thought about talking to Lancer directly about this matter? To be honest, he has thought about it, but he doesn't think there is any reason that can impress Lancer to help fight against a company with a market value of hundreds of millions.

"Working for the gangs? They are really quite useful suppliers." Lanser nodded. It seemed that there was a high probability that the other party had problems, but it had nothing to do with him. The disregard for human life was a characteristic of American capitalism. It was less than a hundred years since the machine gun shooting. Have you forgotten it?! These were just a few homeless people's lives. They were already very tactful.

"Purchasing business... well, that's exactly what happened." Matt was a little choked by Lancer's sudden use of the word, but when he thought about it, the man in front of him was a ruthless person. Matt had heard a lot about people who wanted to default on their debts and then had their properties confiscated after being killed. However, he still had a bit of warmth towards those at the bottom who were willing to save themselves. This was why Matt was willing to help Lancer legally. "So can you... give us a hand?"

"Okay, so the object of your investigation is the Life Foundation, right?" Lancer looked at Matt in front of him and shook his head. Chuntian had already taken Peter's mobile phone in his hand, and then ordered the two young men in the store to collect some information. After Chuntian sorted out the information, he showed it to Tiancheng.

And Tiancheng’s evaluation is: it is worth robbing!

"Yes, a large enterprise with a market value of hundreds of millions." Matt was still a little nervous. After all, such a large enterprise basically means huge trouble.

"It's easy to deal with. Get your custom suit ready. We'll visit the Life Foundation the day after tomorrow."

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2-216 The wolf is coming~

"Hello, may I ask your

The reservation is..." A security guard was a little dazed when he saw a row of commercial vehicles driving to the door. Although he had received a notice that someone might come to visit today, he was not notified of the specific time or the specific person, so they felt that the people above were making fun of him.

After all, the row of business vehicles in front of them were not the children's school buses that had just entered for visits. They were obviously of a very serious business nature. If something went wrong, needless to say, their jobs would be gone in an instant. After all, communication between large companies was not an easy task.