Marvel Space and Time Administration Growth Log

As a large group of vehicles with NYPD and FBI logos rushed into the Life Foundation, Lancer and his team were busy opening champagne. Yes! Opening champagne.

Following Lanser's request, Lanser's girls began to spread negative news about the Life Foundation on the Internet, and then used small accounts to sell off some of their stocks on a small scale, causing a little ripple on Wall Street. Of course, the original Wall Street investment banks quickly stabilized and released the news in the opposite direction, "This is a normal fluctuation, and the price will rise again soon."

Lancer was just waiting for them to release the news, because Lancer's drone had already captured S.H.I.E.L.D. agents rushing towards the Life Foundation. This news wouldn't take long to spread, as Wall Street itself is a very well-informed place. It's very likely that these investment banks were being stubborn while on the other hand they had already begun investigating where the information was released and whether there was really a problem with the Life Foundation.

So at this moment, as soon as Springfield turned around and started to take out the champagne, Lancer knew that they should start counting the money! Although it won't take too long, because it won't be too long before the official announcement comes out. Once the FBI press conference is held, the existence of the Life Foundation will enter a countdown. Now, to put it bluntly, it's all a matter of being quick or slow.

But... human hands... can you be faster than the humanoids that have been deployed in advance?! Stop it! Even if you unplug the network cable, the humanoids can force you to connect directly! AR15 has already started to negotiate with several fixed contacts of the IRS. After all, if I pay less, you can get more, right?

When it comes to being unhuman, it can be said that the IRS has never disappointed anyone, and these IRS officials did not disappoint Lancer either. They secretly asked Lancer to lead them in this wave, and then they just waved their hands... waved their hands.

"It has reached the expected line! All cleared, the profit exceeded expectations by 230 million. Several gentlemen from the IRS entered the market late, should we give them some compensation?" AR15 took the champagne and drank it all, then looked at Lancer. For AR15, an inexplicable sense of pleasure was rippling in her mind cloud map.

"No, that would spoil their appetite. Just give them what they deserve." Lanser looked at the plummeting share price of Life Fund on the story with a smile on his face. He raised his glass towards the computer screen and said, "Come on, guys, run faster!"

No one is talking about anything now. Anyone who has spent his days on Wall Street knows that a battle royale game has begun. The faster you run, the more money you make. The slower you run, the more money you lose. Wall Street is a big casino. Come here if you can! If you lose, don't blame anyone. Line up on the rooftop.

This time, Lancer relied on the intelligence of the prophet and some preparations in advance. Although he did not have enough time to increase leverage and could only mobilize part of Lancer's own funds, he made a profit by taking a small risk for a big gain. So if he didn't open the champagne now, when would he wait?

At this time, the girls around Lancer were also making a fuss. To be honest, although they had money during this period, and in fact, they were very rich, they just felt a little uneasy when using the money. Anaheim said that it was impossible to split up the family, but it was not as reliable as keeping the money in their own account, right?

"What?" After hugging AR15, Lancer turned around and saw Morgan, who was holding a small glass of liqueur and looking at Lancer with a curious expression. "Amazing experience?" Lancer smiled and held the glass of wine in his hand, clinking it with Morgan's. It seemed that Springfield gave her a glass of juice, but Chkalov took it away, and then a glass of low-proof liqueur was thrown to his blood pressure monitor by Chkalov.

Anyway, this action made Fei's mother frown, thinking that if she had a baby with the bad boy in the future, Chkalov would drive her away if she dared to get close! What a damn way of education, Morgan is a minor no matter how you look at it! In other words, she and Morgan's Lexington mother had no chance to meet, otherwise they would have a lot to talk about.

"Hmm... it feels a little... weird?" Morgan took a sip of the drink and stuck out his tongue because of the spiciness. The alcohol content of this liqueur was low, which was obviously the Russian concept of low alcohol content! Morgan, who was under strict control over there and had never touched alcohol, was naturally spicy.

"A person who looks familiar, but does something completely different from the person you are familiar with, right..." Lanser knocked on the little girl's head, and this action made Morgan complain habitually.

One sentence, but Lancer continued to ask at his own pace, "What should your Lancer Big Daddy do?"

"Uh..." Morgan stroked her hair. She knew very well that this was not the home she liked. Although there were many humanoid mothers here, Springfield, whom she called mom, treated her differently. Although the other humanoids did not show it, they silently drew an invisible boundary between them. They belonged to this Big Daddy Lancer, not their own Big Daddy Lancer.

As for the ship girls, it was even more so. Mother Chkalov was the eternal god! The others were not too familiar (after all, they were forced to study in the laboratory for 24 hours a day, and there was really not much time to get familiar with them). In this case, although Frederick the Great and Amagi did occasionally communicate with her, the sense of unfamiliarity could not be removed.

Morgan thought for a while, and finally felt that what happened in history was probably the most real thing. "If it was in the early days, they would probably sneak in, release the person, and then kill him to silence him. After all, it was against the father's will. In the later days...they were all killed by the rebellious mothers. From top to bottom, there was a list of executions. RPK16's mother simply stabbed the Indian to death."

"Well, a very rough style, and he didn't take a single bite of this company?" Lanser crossed his legs and looked at the little girl in front of him.

"He doesn't need it." Morgan thought for a moment and gave an answer that he could think of. At that time, Big Dad Lancer was already not short of money. The Life Foundation's assets of only a few hundred million were not enough for him to even look at. "He just needs to become stronger."

"Well, it's very interesting. I heard from Chkalov that your class is almost over, and he's going to open the space door and kick you back." Lanser smiled and gestured to Fei Ma, took out the things she had been carrying, opened the lid, and revealed a pile of coins that Lanser had been unable to use. "Here, take it back."

"Coins! So many! You...that's not right! How do you know what he needs!" As a resident of Griffin, how could Morgan Stark not recognize these little cuties.

"This is just a little secret. Give it to him and tell him that he owes me a favor and he can pay it back when he has the chance." Lancer pushed the coin in front of Morgan.

"..." Morgan held the coin and muttered, "I'll give it to him, but I don't care if Dad will default on the debt."

"It's okay, I'm also good at collecting debts!"

"Ah... I understand! Griffin never waits overnight for revenge."

"There is no credit in the Azure Ledger."

2-220 Gardens and Enterprises

"Have you been fighting too hard lately?" Looking at the sinking Siren ships, Enterprise looked at the garden beside her with a somewhat ambiguous look in her eyes. This girl seemed to be crazy in recent times, galloping madly across the ocean day and night, crushing all the massive Siren fleets.

"It's okay! Ha... it is indeed a bit tiring." Huayuan took two deep breaths, supporting her plump thighs with both hands. The Sirens have never stopped since they began their invasion. All major forces have been strangling them, and war is burning on every front. It's just that Huayuan has been fighting everywhere like crazy recently. Relying on her outstanding personal strength and good command ability, she has at least temporarily stabilized the situation in one war zone.

Such an outstanding performance was naturally seen by everyone. It was a performance so powerful that it was shocking. Naturally, it was a terrifying fighting power that no one would avoid.

"So... just so that we can let you go to Lancer's side in the vote later!?" Enterprise pressed down the brim of his hat. To be honest, he also wanted to go, but the fact was that it was unlikely for him to go. After all, Enterprise was not only the powerful combat force of the White Eagle, but also a commander-level tactical commander.

"Hehehe...have you been seen through?" Huayuan said with a smile. Many people said that the commander should be sent another front-line elite warrior, but Huayuan just wanted to go. Even though Frederick the Great was there, Tiancheng gave him advice, and Chkalov solved technical problems for him, Lancer's side was already in a state of no shortage of combat power.

"You..." Enterprise shook her head. She originally thought that what the outside world said was quite right. After all, the only two people around Lancer who were suitable to charge into battle for him were Befa and Binjiang. If the front-line configuration could be strengthened... at least on the surface it seemed like a pretty good choice.

But when we talked about this before, Iron-blooded Hu Teng raised a very straightforward question, a very realistic question, does Lancer need to care about the frontier configuration? Is it necessary? The commander is over there, fighting more land battles! Do you understand?

It's not that the front-line battleships are not strong, but who can get the greatest benefits for the commander, who can improve the commander's combat power faster? It goes without saying. Of course, a group of aircraft carriers also whispered that the only problem was that "Chkalov's aviation combat power was not strong enough!", especially since Chkalov was still following the commander around, seriously hindering the tasks assigned to her by the port area, which seemed to be intentional.

Chkalov: Yes, I did it on purpose. Tiancheng and Frederick the Great are my accomplices! So are Beifa and Binjiang.

Crazy indulgence!

"Okay!" Huayuan showed a slightly flattering smile on her face. Although the enterprise could not make the decision with one vote, if she objected, many people would not give her the vote. "I am a little worried. Of course, I know that everyone is the same. I am afraid that the bad guy will not eat well or sleep well." Huayuan turned the oath ring on her finger, her eyes a little blank. "But now that the passage is almost completed, we should be able to come and go freely, right! If there is a real need, I can come back to join the battle at any time!"

"Don't express your determination yet..." Enterprise said unhappily, and then knocked on Garden's head, "Let's go back and rest first. We all need to think about what the commander lacks, and then we can make our own judgment." Enterprise shook his head, "Don't do stupid things just because you miss him."

"Like taking away all of the commander's clothes? And even the ship girls from the neighboring Sakura Empire come to block our door?" Huayuan blinked her beautiful eyes, her face full of smiles.

This smile is not funny at all in Enterprise. She had managed to keep a few sets with great difficulty, but these people made it seem like the commander had stuffed a space door in his closet!

So Qiye decisively reached out and grabbed Huayuan's face, who was trying to shrink back, and pulled it left and right with force, "Let me see who is talking nonsense when asking for help! Huh!" Qiye narrowed his eyes, looking a little fierce.

"I'm telling the truth!" After struggling for a while, Hua Yuan escaped from the clutches of the enterprise. "Besides, Akagi had already boasted to them before, and everyone knows it. The news sent back by Chkalov last time was that Frederick the Great could no longer stand your shameful behavior!"

"Ha! It's fine if Frederick doesn't say anything, but I want to ask her what kind of clothes she prepared for Lancer! There are only a few decent suits, isn't it embarrassing! Besides, it's not like I didn't leave clothes for Lancer, aren't these the clothes he left at the port?" Enterprise didn't admit Frederick's statement at all. It's embarrassing, who is embarrassed? Is it wrong for me to prepare clothes for Lancer? !

"Enterprise, Garden Team, we have observed you approaching the port area. Is the battle going well?" The communication was connected, and Saratoga's voice appeared in the ears of the two, which meant that they had entered relatively safe waters.

"Yes, thanks to Garden's efforts, the battle went very smoothly." Enterprise glared at Garden with dead fish eyes, which showed a lot of dissatisfaction. "There were only a few scratches, and almost no decent damage."

"Really? We've prepared a sumptuous lunch at the base. Welcome back." After Saratoga confirmed that the entire fleet was fine, she happily congratulated them on their triumphant return. After all, this was another victory.

"What kind of triumph is it without Lancer's hug? Humph! A big meal is not enough!" The garden next to him complained loudly.

"Okay, stop complaining. I'll vote for you, okay?" Enterprise didn't have many good ideas for this garden that seemed to want to go to, so he sighed and agreed.

"Yeah! Sister Enterprise is the best!" Huayuan hugged Enterprise next to her and started rubbing her face.

"Stupid girl!" Enterprise's eyes flickered. Yes, the commander has enough combat power. If it comes to land warfare, the combat power of ordinary humans should not be comparable to that of these so-called humanoids. So is Lancer really going to be considered in terms of combat power? Besides, with April Fools' Day here, the commander's own safety can probably be guaranteed! No need to worry too much.

At least the enterprise felt that it was past the time to consider who to send to the commander based on strength alone. So what should be the main criterion now? Of course, it should be how to fit in and gain more benefits for the party.

What is the biggest reason for the ship girls? Peace in the world? No, no, no, they beat up the sirens because they disturbed them from staying with the commander! So of course they have to find a way to win Lancer's favor! In order to fight for the commander, they built an island nearby to fight.

So now, Enterprise simply counted on his fingers. A matriarchal role, a teacher, a confidante, a maid, and a female subordinate. What else is missing? Isn't Garden just the so-called childhood sweetheart? She looks so innocent! It's just right for Lanser to understand that the outside ones are not good enough. Only their White Eagles are Lanser's warmest harbor!

"Hehe!" Garden was in a good mood and didn't think about what was going on in the enterprise's mind! He was just happily thinking about what gift to bring to meet Lanser.

"Okay, we're here. The vote will be held tomorrow. Remember to canvass for votes today. After all, there are many people who want to send Anbao to Lancer. I don't know what their intentions are." Enterprise said unhappily.

"Don't worry! I have already started canvassing for votes. Lancer will definitely not escape from my grasp!"

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"A-choo!" Lanser's nose suddenly felt itchy.

, it was just a sneeze, and then a small hand reached out and touched Lancer's forehead.

"The temperature is normal, there should be nothing wrong, Commander, he was just knocked down, there's no need to sneeze so hard." The executioner pulled out his sword from Lancer's head, kissed Lancer on the face, and stood up, "Do you want to continue? Binjiang will take your place?"

"No need, your strength control is perfect, so you go ahead. Lancer used to prefer using guns, so he is indeed lacking in fighting!" Binjiang shook his hands. Binjiang was very sure that the fighting style of the girl in front of him might be closer to Lancer's style. It was indeed a pleasant sight when the two of them fought.

After all, Lancer's current fighting skills are not his own, and there is no such thing as "muscle memory". Sometimes his fighting movements even have a noticeable sense of distortion.

The executioner herself has already integrated the use of firearms (although it is only a pistol) with her fighting skills, which can be regarded as a continuation of Lancer's hard-trained marksmanship so that it will not be wasted.

"Hey!" The Executioner was very happy to continue fighting with Lancer in close combat. After all, the feeling of close combat was great.

"I don't know. I just felt a lump in my throat. I felt like someone was plotting against me."

"There are so many people who want to scold you!"

2-221 Farewell and Ambition

"Thank you! Mother Chkalov!" Morgan reached out and hugged Chkalov. The calculations for returning home were finally completed. After Chkalov's review, it was confirmed that Morgan had really completed Chkalov's learning requirements this time. The girl can really be considered to have completed the entire process of emergency remedial classes.

Morgan embraced Chkalov sincerely. She learned a lot from him. And it was obviously different from his bad attitude when teaching others. When teaching herself, although his attitude was very strict, he told her all the knowledge points again and again without any care. Although she did not understand many of the knowledge points and could only classify them into empirical formulas, she really absorbed this huge amount of knowledge in a short time. This represented her own efforts and Chkalov's selfless teaching.

"Hmph!" Chkalov snorted coldly, but his hands still naturally hugged the little girl and patted her back gently. "In order to avoid time and space disturbances, you can't use the knowledge you know in the past for a short period of time, but you can use it when you go back, unless you have no choice."

"...Okay!" Chkalov's warning made the little girl nod, and her eyes became serious. "If there comes that day, can we call on you for help?"

"If you're not afraid that your big dad Lancer will be beaten to death by your mothers, then call us." Before Lancer could speak, Fei's mother went over and knocked on Morgan's head.

After hearing what Frederick the Great said, Morgan had a confused expression on his face, and then he immediately reacted. Yes, the father who had a ship outside, it seems that the end is really not that good! Especially the ship girls here seem to be stronger than their mothers. The old father Lancer here was beaten up by these big warships in the first few days after he arrived. When he gets there, he will at least be beaten up several times. There are hundreds of big warships.

"Hey! How can that be possible!" Morgan made up his mind instantly. He would find a chance to secretly tell his father the news when he got back. It wouldn't take long for his father to let this slip when he was mocking Lancer. Then... Humph! Let's watch the show!

"Damn it, you must be thinking of some bad idea! You have a grudge against your old man Lancer, right?" Chkalov looked at the little girl with eyes rolling around in front of him and suddenly laughed. What kind of person is she? She always calls him old man Lancer, and when someone takes advantage of her, you are the first one to run away, right?

"Hehe!" Morgan neither admitted nor denied it. Anyway, he did have plans in this regard, didn't he?

"Okay, let's see if Tony Stark has figured out the energy transmission line." Chkalov didn't pursue the matter and signaled Morgan to get to work! Now it was time for Chkalov to see the final result of his teaching this genius student for about a month, and also to see if the little girl really mastered the knowledge Chkalov gave her.

"Okay!" After hugging Chkalov tightly, Morgan turned around and looked at the people in the room. Then, she saw SOPII's serious face and clenched fist to encourage her. She burst out laughing. Sure enough, SOPII was the same no matter where she was.

After inputting some key coefficients, everyone watched as the instruments in the laboratory began to operate, and the energy indicators began to increase rapidly. "All data are normal, and dimensional positioning has been completed." Chkalov looked at the control panel in front of him and nodded. The little girl's calculations were still very stable... "Insufficient energy, can Stark do it!" But it's a double entendre, right?

"!" As expected, Morgan's face wrinkled when Chkalov said this. Although, but, her last name is also Stark! Chkalov's mother also said that she was mean! She was the one with a mean heart, okay! But, what did Grandfather Lancer say, "Yes, it is

"As long as I am not embarrassed, others will be embarrassed.

"Hmm?" Chkalov signaled SOPII to inject the energy block into the instrument. The instrument began to quickly open the space channel. The light blue space tunnel also slowly opened as the space-time anchoring gradually stabilized.

"..." Morgan looked back at the people around him, and finally put on a bright smile on his face, "Thank you everyone, this time travel is really the most surprising!"

"Take it." Fei Ma placed a gift box in her hand, and then everyone took out their gifts, including Lancer, who took out a strange magic pendant that he got when he attacked the black market. It seemed to be able to calm people down and make them clear-headed. It was a top-quality pendant for mages. Then Morgan's small figure was buried by all kinds of gifts...

"Goodbye~" Chkalov smiled and waved to Morgan, who had a bitter face but was actually very happy in her heart. She didn't need to give him the gift, as she had already stored a huge amount of information and documents in the storage device for the little guy to take back.

"Come and visit us when you are free~" With Chuntian's final greeting, the little girl's figure disappeared into the time tunnel, and not long after, the time tunnel was disconnected.

"Is the record completed?" Lanser said softly. If nothing unexpected happened, the teleportation location over there should belong to Morgan's own laboratory. If necessary, it may be possible to use it occasionally. After all, according to his memory, although it was only a dozen years later, in the past decade, due to the inexplicable unity of mankind and various large-scale wars, as well as Asgard's support at all costs, it was almost rushing into the cosmic society! Technology exploded like a blowout.

In the later period, several technologies that were like cosmic wonders were developed. First, the teleportation system could teleport tens of thousands of vehicles to distant planets at once. In Morgan's time, this technology was almost complete! It was an era when the world was truly unified under the pressure of the entire human Blade Griffin. Even various alien species knelt before the unified government and became pawns.

This is very valuable to Lanser! Almost any product he brings back is a groundbreaking product. What is high-tech dumping? This is it! Of course, it is a bit too wasteful to do this. It is really a waste to dump goods in a time and space tunnel.

"Anyway..." Lancer looked at Morgan's disappearing back. This little girl who had been running around in Springfield Coffee House and Chkalov's laboratory these days gave Lancer a kind of... inexplicable feeling. If you want to talk about taking care of a child, this child is definitely not his own, so there is no such feeling at all. If I really want to describe it, it should be similar to the feeling of taking care of a baby for a close relative or a friend.

But this girl, who kept calling Lancer's father, Springfield's mother, and Chkalov's mother, made Lancer's wives feel... uneasy. Mother Fei didn't hear the name she wanted, and even felt a little disappointed. Then she turned around and put Lancer's kidneys to a pressure test.

So when the girl, who had been making a fuss here for a month, went back, Lansor and the others felt a little lost, as if their own cat had run away while out for a stroll.

"I wish her all the best in the future." Lanser's eyes flickered. As far as he knew, the future of this girl in front of him was more than just a little bit amazing! But Lanser himself did not expect that in his memory, the girl who created a lot of strange technical systems actually got other assistance when she started. It was really unimaginable.

Moreover, according to Lancer's memory, Morgan kept the agreement between her and Lancer until the end. At least in those memory fragments, Morgan never revealed the source of his knowledge.

"This is really interesting, isn't it?" Tiancheng tapped his palm with the fan in his hand. "When this technology matures, perhaps we can do much more than what we have now. Gather troops. No, that's not necessarily wrong. As long as we have some manpower, we can plunder or buy up in a short period of time. Different worlds will not be able to resist our grabbing."

"It's a good idea, but this will face another problem." Lanser's mouth curled up, "Time and dimension can have owners."

"Is this your real purpose, my master?" Befa narrowed her eyes. For the ship girls of the Azure World, the concept of the multiverse is not unfamiliar. It can even be said that they have become accustomed to it. After all, the Sirens who fought with them to death belong to one world, and then there are several other worlds. Lancer doesn't even know that Guam has also come into contact with a dimensional world with airship technology. It's just that the two sides have merely come into contact, and it remains to be determined whether they are enemies or friends.

If Lancer wants to enter and exit the multiverse, it means that the entire port area will get a new mission! And this mission is a little different from the garrison mission that the port area insists on.

Thinking of this, Befa glanced at Frederick the Great and Tiancheng beside him. Frederick the Great had no joy or sadness on his face. His eyes only showed his master. It was hard to tell what he was thinking. However, if his master thought so, Frederick the Great would definitely not refuse. As for Tiancheng...

"It turns out that I misjudged the lord's ambition!" Tiancheng's eyes flashed with excitement! Yes, one world, compared with the countless worlds flowing on the timeline...

"Eh..." Befa sighed silently in her heart. Those crazy women of Sakura Empire were about to start cheering. Forget it, if this is what the master wants... we in the royal family can do it too!

2-222 S.H.I.E.L.D. is also interested

"Springfield, give our agent Sitville a cup of his specialty coffee, and some cake or donuts. He's worked so hard this time." After seeing the little girl off, Lancer had to get busy. He had endless things waiting for him. Just after seeing the little girl off and coaxing Chkalov and Springfield for a while, when Lancer just returned upstairs, someone was already waiting for him.

"Asshole!" Sitwell was not polite either. Lancer was a very realistic person. He had completed his job perfectly this time. The funniest thing was that right in front of him, the big liar was planning to use Lancer as a life-saving straw. However, when he called Lancer, Lancer exchanged a few words with Sitwell and then told Carlton Dregg with regret that it seemed that there was no chance for their cooperation.

At that time, Sitwell was quite amused by this guy's facial expressions. After all, Sitwell had never thought that a person's facial expressions could be so rich.

"Dealt with it?" Lancer looked at Sitwell. What he meant was, of course, that Carlton Dregg was no longer useful. Now, no matter whether it was his investors or some of his former supporters, they all avoided Carlton Dregg at this moment. Of course, these people just made a choice like Lancer, and this choice was naturally the one that maximized their own interests.

"It's handled well. If nothing unexpected happens, he will die in a few days due to an accident. Humph, you didn't spend a penny and made a lot of money, and someone else paid to help you clean up the mess." Sitwell snorted coldly. Regarding Lancer's series of operations, Sitwell had to say that this little bastard was really beyond her imagination. On the surface, Lancer only found Norman Osborn to take over the most valuable assets of the Life Foundation, and then he made a sum of money in the stock market.

This matter was not under the jurisdiction of SHIELD, so Sitwell was too lazy to say anything more to Lancer. What's more, SHIELD's decisive action this time did at least stop the decline of their already plummeting reputation. Pierce was very satisfied. Not to mention that the recent problem of the bosses' arrears of funds was slightly alleviated by the sponsorship of Osborn. Although it cannot be said that they have gotten out of the crisis, they have more or less successfully solved the current predicament.

"That sounds good. How much bail do I have to pay this time?" Lanser smiled and handed over a key and a piece of paper with an address on it. He couldn't let this guy work for nothing every time. He had to give him some benefits.

"Bail? Go talk to the FBI. We've already handed it over to them." Sitwell did not refuse. He rolled up the paper and the key and stuffed them into the inner pocket of his suit. He knew very well that this was a safe house or a small safe warehouse prepared by Lancer for him. There was a sum of cash and enough weapons to deal with ordinary pursuers. There might also be an all-terrain vehicle or a motorcycle. It depended on the size of the warehouse given by Lancer.

This guy had a serious paranoia back then, and he had similar preparations near many ports so that he could run away immediately if anything happened. However, it is highly likely that no one would bother him now, so these preparations were taken out as favors. Previously, it seemed that the Russians and the French had jointly taken out a batch of arms from a warehouse in Spain to attack a local Skrull gathering point, which was most likely this guy's life-saving warehouse.

Actually, Sitwell's idea was not quite right. These warehouses were actually preparations for an arms retail network that Lancer had originally planned to establish. Otherwise, if he wanted to bring arms, he could just hold on to his mother. Why would he need these? It's just that the plan didn't keep up with his progress. Now this network has become a bit of a hot potato. If it's not handled properly, he might have to take the blame.

So Lancer simply passed the information to several intelligence organizations, and the information Sitwell knew was almost the same as the information Lancer deliberately released, and many people actually thought it was not outrageous and accepted it. Although it was somewhat ironic, it also, in a sense, illustrated the risk factor of the profession of arms dealer.

"Let's ask our old friends. After all, we can't always let people say that our scientific research is the only one without a team. Even though it's a little bit worse, at least we can design rockets. They can be used at least for a while. It should be enough for Chkalov to do odd jobs." Lanser said with a smile, "Executioner, you can go with 95 and the others later. You can understand our current style of doing things."

"Okay!" The executioner who was talking to Binjiang nodded happily. This was a job assigned by the commander! It was a good thing. She glanced at the agent standing behind Lanser. The agent did not make any objection, so he raised his eyebrows and said nothing.

"..." Sitwell glanced at the executioner he had never seen before, raised his eyebrows, and then placed a USB flash drive on the table.

The room was full of Lancer's people. The workers in the shipyard hadn't gotten off work yet, so there were only Lancer's women there. There was no need to worry about leaks. "This is what Pierce wanted to ask you. Just give me a reply when you have time."