Marvel Space and Time Administration Growth Log

Lanser watched the sturdy man turn and walk away, and he shrugged somewhat speechlessly. Lanser thought to himself that he was not a good person, but he suddenly softened his heart at this moment and almost took the initiative to help. "A stupid father, but a good father."

"Yes, he's not a bad person, but he's a criminal." RO635 frowned. He had just listened to Lanser's

Through the casual chat, Knight Princess had a general understanding of Marco's situation, and her impression of Marco improved a lot.

Marco's daughter is a cancer patient. In order to treat the disease, Marco needs a large sum of money, which forces this originally honest man to start committing crimes.

So the Knight Princess felt that it was justifiable and that the crime deserved punishment. She still approved of the Commander's approach of "I will help you solve your daughter's treatment problem, but you have to work for me for a long time afterwards."

"I was forced to do this." Lancer shook his head. Marco's experience made Lancer quite emotional. He turned on the turn signal and started steering. "Is there any place you want to go?"

"Commander, Kingpin and the film have arrived at the store. We may need to return as soon as possible!" RO635's eyes flickered. "They arrived before the Deutsche Bank people."

"These two guys really care about this." Lancer rolled his eyes after hearing the news. It was obvious that these two guys had been keeping an eye on his actions. Although they had already discussed it before, these two guys were obviously not particularly confident in Lancer's character. After all, the amount Lancer proposed was not a small sum.

"Well, if you want to take money from people, you have to do something. Let Springfield give them all afternoon tea, but according to the rules, no alcohol." Lanser stepped on the accelerator lightly, and the car began to accelerate. Lanser didn't plan to drive fast. At this time, it was almost a psychological game. In just half an hour, he returned to the Springfield Cafe and parked the car in front of the store. Lanser's mouth curled up, "Peter may earn a tip of 200 US dollars today. These two guys brought so many people. Springfield cakes will be sold out."

How could Lanser not be suspicious? Neither Niapian nor Jin Bing entered the cafe. They drank coffee face to face at a table outside the cafe. Behind them, their respective subordinates sat at seven or eight tables outside the cafe. The people on both sides looked at each other unfriendlyly, while the two bosses were chatting and laughing.

"Looks like you've been waiting for me for a while? I'm sorry, but there are a lot of things we need to buy before we set off." Lancer greeted Kingpin and the film with a smile, "Springfield, bring two more cups of coffee to the two guys, it's on me."

"It won't be long. We can wait this little while." Jin Bing touched his bald head and gestured to the people behind him. A burly man behind him came over pushing a suitcase. If you look closely, the suitcase handcuffed on his hands seemed to be quite heavy.

After seeing what Jin Bing did, Diaipian did not hesitate and directly signaled his younger brother behind him to push the suitcase over. "The same number, we have drafted an agreement, take a look." Diaipian said with a smile.

"It looks like you can't wait?" Lanser said with a smile. Jin Bing and Negative Film both gave creepy smiles. "But forget about the agreement. We all know that thing has so little practical significance. If there is no ability to punish and recover the stolen money, it will be useless to say anything. I want 4% of the shares, % of which will be held on my behalf. Don't ask." Lanser said with a smile.

"This is not a problem. We guessed it at the beginning. Don't worry, I have no intention of seeking death." The film said with a smile, and Jin Bing opposite him nodded in agreement.

"Then wish us good luck!" Lancer raised his coffee cup, Kingpin and Mr. Film also raised their cups. The three of them lightly touched their coffee cups, and they reached a consensus. Then Mr. Film and the younger brother behind Kingpin uncuffed their hands and handed the suitcases to RO635 and SOPII opposite.

The two girls didn't hesitate to put down the suitcase, opened it and began to count and check the counterfeit money. Although this scene was a bit embarrassing, Neibo and Jin Bing understood it very well. After all, it was a serious matter, and there was definitely no chance for them to play some tricks.

"The quantity is correct, and there are no unexpected situations in the spot check!" RO635 said that the box in his hand contained 500 million US dollars, and there was no counterfeit money mixed in.

"Same here~" SOPII on the other side raised his hand and quickly confirmed the situation.

"So, what should we do next?" Jin Bing narrowed his eyes. Lancer was different from them. Gangsters like them rarely had any damn credit. They lived on the edge of a knife and didn't even know if they could get up tomorrow morning. Credit was indeed a luxury.

But they knew something about Lancer's business. Unlike them, in this industry, credit was very important! You might be able to get both ends, but if you betrayed your buyer or supplier, it would be a devastating blow. No one would negotiate a deal for a penny with an arms dealer who didn't keep his word.

Of course, if they were to break the agreement on their own initiative like those bumpkin Italians in Roanapura, then don't blame Lancer for taking advantage of the gang! In that case, no matter how ruthless Lancer was, no one would say anything.

"I need to go to Washington first and finalize things with some people. Someone must be in control politically. Then, I can go to Cuba. If this step fails, I can only come back to return the money to you, and then we have to think of a more complicated solution." Lancer said with a smile.

"..." The film licked his lips, and his eyes

Somewhat pleased, "To go through the official process?"

"Yes, why make it complicated when you can keep it simple." Lanser shrugged and said nonchalantly. He noticed Jin Bing's sneer, "Come to think of it, Jin Bing, didn't you want to take over the Continental Hotel before? How come those bastards haven't decided on their partners after all this time?!"

"Hmph..." Jin Bing's face turned dark and his eyes swept fiercely over the film across the table. The film knocked on the table with his lighter with a little complacency. The atmosphere among the two brothers behind them suddenly became tense.

"I see. If you two enjoy the cooperation this time, why don't you try joint shareholding? I think if you two join forces, the public security in New York will be much better." Lancer pretended as if he saw nothing. He blew on the coffee cup in his hand, took a sip, and confirmed one thing. It seemed that Springfield had cheated him a little. The highly concentrated Italian coffee, what the hell? He looked at his own coffee shop with strange eyes.

Obviously, he saw Lancer turning his head to look at him on the surveillance camera. Chuntian, who was blocking his line of sight, stretched out his hand to make a V sign, which made Lancer laugh so hard that he was angry.

While Lancer was flirting with his own Springfield, Kingpin and Negative looked at each other. Lancer's suggestion was interesting. Neither of them wanted to gain from each other, but if they joined forces, others would not have to compete. However, there was a lot of resentment between the two of them, so how should they divide the shares?

"Tiyi, take the milk and sugar to the boss." Having secretly played a prank on the commander, Springfield was in a good mood. His whole body was filled with a happy atmosphere, and he began to order his waiter to give Lancer some remedy.

"Boss lady, you went too far by giving the boss 4 times concentrated Espresso." Tiyi muttered. Her boss was not a severe caffeine addict. To him, drinking strong tea was no different from drinking coffee. The Espresso was too much, 4 times concentrated. You didn't want your boss to sleep today, right?

"What's the use of these two? Ask Chuntian to get a glass of juice and put more ice cubes in it. I'm dying of heat." Lan Se looked at the things that Tiyi brought over and didn't like them at all.

"Oh, okay!" Tiyi took the things and ran back. The atmosphere among this group of villains was so great that she was scared to death.

"So what do you two think?"

"Are you interested?"

"Me? No no no, the only next time I have anything to do with that hotel is if I blow him up!"

1-45 Frank Underwood

"Commander, Sitwell sent a message. He provided the contact information of possible buyers in the Middle East and North Africa, and made a very reliable assessment of the purchasing power of each possible buyer. However, he reminded us that although he will help us cover it up, we should not be too ostentatious. Isn't this nonsense?" M16 said, rolling his eyes.

"A big casino in the Middle East, come if you're told." Lanser shook his head. The Middle East is a place where various forces are scattered all over the place, and one party takes the stage after another. It is really hard for Lanser to believe that the other party has good intentions when introducing such a group of funny customers. "Maybe these are their customers from the beginning. It's a little confusing~"

"Commander?" M4 tilted her head and looked at Lancer. Although he would still call her politely when giving serious tasks, the usual address made her feel like digging out a two-bedroom apartment with her toes.

"Contact these people, ask them what they need, and then tell them we can't provide it in a short time." Lancer decisively used the tactic of procrastination. Although Hydra's kindness was something he couldn't afford, if he refused directly, the hurt Hydra would do something. Lancer really couldn't understand it. After all, they wouldn't simply give him a nice guy card.

Why do we ask “Good people should be pointed at by guns”? That’s because good people have their own

Code of conduct: in modern society, people attach great importance to the right to life, even to the point where they would not kill if they could avoid it (little knowledge: the early DC Batman used Maxim to greet the whole family of the bad guys), so they are controllable.

Are Hydra good guys? F**k the good guys! They are outright villains. The standard of villains is that they don’t mind whether their methods are dirty or not. As long as their goals can be achieved, then all losses are the price of success. There is no such thing as worth it or not, only success or failure.

Therefore, if these bastards want to deal with me, it will definitely be the kind that will give me a headache to death. They will use all kinds of insidious and vicious tricks, and they will be done with them once they catch me. This will definitely be a trouble that is no joke.

So Lancer planned to treat these buyers as a trap set by Sitwell. Who knows if the large amount of money here has any connection with Hydra? He will not be able to clean himself up in the future. He can only go down this path. Although it is tempting, now is not the time to just think about making money. Various organizations have become more and more active. Lancer inexplicably feels that his time is very tight.

"Commander, we will reach the port in a few hours." AR15 whispered.

"Ah... well, I hope everything goes well in Washington." Lancer sighed. If he had to say who was the most difficult person to deal with, the person he was about to meet would definitely be ranked first. His thoughts were so numerous that they could circle the earth.

"Don't worry, it will go smoothly. After all, he also said that you are the one who pays the money and should be respected." Fei's mother sat aside with a smile, looking at Lan Se's sad face, with a completely doting smile on her face.

"I hope so. Every time I talk to this old guy, I feel it's a win-win situation. This old guy wins twice, and each time I have the urge to turn around and shoot him with a gun." Lanser said unhappily. This kind of communication where you only realize something is wrong when you turn around is really unbearable.

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"It looks like my little friend has arrived as agreed, Doug..." A few days later, Frank Underwood put down his phone, took off his glasses, and pinched the temples. "It seems that this time it's agreed that it's my turn to treat him to a meal and take him to Old Freddy's place. Good friends should share happiness. Remember to drive a bigger station wagon. Our little friend has a lot of girlfriends. It's really enviable."

"Okay!" Doug, Underwood's most trusted subordinate, laughed. He nodded clearly, then turned around and went downstairs immediately.

"The little guy always comes with trouble and money. The bigger the trouble, the more money. I really love this little bastard. This box is really good. It looks quite...textured." Underwood took another look at the photo sent by Lancer, which showed Lancer patting a suitcase. Underwood's mouth curled up, put down the information in his hand, put his hands behind his back and looked at the street below the window, taking a deep breath, "You know? This is the feeling of power."

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"You old man... you're not planning on inviting me to dinner here, are you?" Lancer smiled and shook hands with Underwood, then began to laugh and scold. After all, what appeared in front of him was not something else, but a small restaurant that looked very simple. To put it simply, it was like a fly restaurant on the side of the road. This was not New York. Roadside food trucks were the street food in New York. This was... an ordinary American barbecue restaurant opened by the old black man in the TV series.

"Come on! The Oval Room tastes really good, but can you understand the feelings of someone who goes there at least 10 times a month? Even if the dish you ordered that day was really hard!" Frank Underwood laughed loudly after listening to Lancer's complaints. The little bastard was a smart guy. These two complaints immediately shortened the distance between him and Lancer. "You know, what you can eat here is the essence of real American barbecue!"

"Ha..." Lanser turned his head. This stingy guy, he treated him to a meal that cost four or five thousand dollars (even though his wives ate tens of thousands of dollars at a table). This guy is obviously stingy! Lanser gave Fei Ma a look that said she would eat hard for a while. Fei Ma turned her head and smiled twice. Forget it, there is no need to scare others. "I am a meat lover. I hope your restaurant can have enough delicious food to surprise me."

"Don't worry! Freddy's cooking skills are great! You won't be disappointed!" Underwood smiled and put his arm around Lancer's shoulders, and the two walked in like good brothers. "Freddy, serve the food, show this little bastard your grilled steak! It's definitely worth him coming all the way from New York to eat!"

"Okay!" The black old man didn't say much, and smiled as he served them a mountain of American barbecued ribs! Because he had received Underwood's call, today he

Because he needed a favor, Freddy had no intention of opening the store today, and the entire store was vacated to accommodate Lancer and the others.

"Wow..." Lanser looked at the mountain of meat with an expression of admiration on his face. He rubbed his hands, his face full of excitement. "Old man, I'm shocked that you are not rich. I'm hungry. Give me something to drink!" Lanser sat down with a smile.

The Lancer girls also found their own seats and sat down. After throwing the suitcases that were in the way aside, they could sit down easily. Where to throw them? Of course, in the car driven by Mr. Doug, who was sitting in the car now and didn't move a step away.

"You little bastard! Put it down! Who allowed you to take it all?" Underwood was not arrogant at all. Seeing that Lancer was about to take the whole plate of ribs away, he immediately started to grab it. "You uneducated little bastard!"

As the two people started to fight for food without any image at all, the group of girls in Lanser immediately laughed. Their commander was just like a child. It was really weird that he was fighting for food with an old child.

"Hey, old man, this restaurant is really good!" Lanser took a sip and his eyes lit up. American barbecue and the barbecue Lanser often ate in his previous life were completely different. American barbecue was slightly charred on the surface, but tender inside, which gave it a rich taste. But to put it simply... it was not cooked! If this were a domestic barbecue restaurant, the boss would probably get his head blasted.

When it comes to taste, American style tends to be salty and sweet, while domestic style tends to be... salty, fresh, and spicy. It depends on the local province and where the barbecue chef is from.

So Lanser prefers to go to the supermarket to buy beef and mutton, then skewer it, grill it, and eat it by himself! Lanser doesn't think he can eat much American barbecue. Although it tastes good at first, he soon can't eat it anymore and feels sick. If he replaces it with the barbecue skewers he makes himself, with ice-cold beer and some lettuce leaves, Lanser can eat a lot.

However, today, he was surprised to find that the ribs he ate were not only fully cooked, but also very boneless. The taste was not so much the thick syrup of American barbecue (you can go to B station to see the thick layer of syrup in American barbecue restaurants), but probably just close to the sweetness of braised pork to enhance the umami flavor. In short, it was a feast for the eyes.

"How is it?" Maybe it was because of the huge suitcase, Underwood happily poured Lancer a large glass of beer, "Is it better than the working meal in the Oval Room?"

"Huff... burp..." Lanser swallowed half a steak with a light stroke and drank half a glass of beer in big gulps. "How did you find this treasure shop? It's really great." Then Lanser looked up at the surrounding environment. "Don't tell me you lived here before."

"Little guy, who doesn't have a story?" Underwood laughed and threw a document on the table. "I'll take a look at what you mentioned. If there is no problem, I will push it forward."

Before coming, Lancer asked him about the feasibility. Because of some other things, Underwood felt there was some room for maneuver, so he made a contingency plan.

"Okay, I'll go back and take a look. What era is this? Are we still using paper documents?" Lanser looked at the guy in front of him in surprise as he was so straightforward.

"Because it is easiest to forge paper documents, and they can be completely denied, even if there are my fingerprints on them."

"Yeah, I learned something!"

1-46 The knife is here!

"I'm a little uncomfortable with you being so easy to talk to today." Lancer wiped his hands and didn't look at the document. Although Underwood was a jerk, if he really wanted to get this done for you, his skills were beyond your imagination. Lancer had no worries about his promise, but he was a little surprised why he was so straightforward this time.

You know, before, Lansel came to him with money to do something, but the other person kept making excuses. Although Lansel finally got the job done, his attitude of taking some time out of his busy schedule to solve the problem still made Lansel feel a little dissatisfied.

"Hmph, I can only say that you have come across a good opportunity! Keep your 20% shares well and remember to donate every year. This is your life-saving talisman, you little bastard! You got it cheap." Underwood cursed with a smile. The content given by Lancer unexpectedly coincided with their recent policies, which naturally meant opening the door to convenience for their own people.

And Cuba, can you bring it back by providing some daily supplies? Don't be ridiculous, the rise and fall of a country is not that simple, and if you only take in, you will die faster. Underwood was not interested in a long explanation with Lancer, but just reminded him that as long as the 20% stake was there, the Democratic Party had to protect him!

"Okay!" Lancer nodded. "The other..." Before Lancer could finish his words, he was stopped by Underwood.

"Shh..." Underwood made a quiet gesture, "I've been attending some parties recently and found that several charitable organizations are short of funds. This is not good."

"Yes, it's very bad. America's image needs to be maintained, and the existence of these charitable organizations is the best way to maintain the image of the United States." Lancer

Without changing his expression, he said nonsense that made him laugh. What a ridiculous image, what a ridiculous charity! Ha! A slush fund! And it’s tax-free! Routine! It’s all routine! “I can provide some powerful help.”

Apart from anything else, Claire likes Lancer very much. Why? Because Lancer has invested more than 3000000 US dollars in her "Clean Water Plan" over the years. This is all hard-earned money!

"Very good, you will get a tax reduction certificate." Underwood never doubted Lancer's success. He could also successfully attract many people through Lancer's donations, which would be just enough to complete several things he was promoting. What was about to be handed over to Lancer and his capable friends was just one of the additional plans, the "Cuban Democracy Promotion", an insignificant one among the countless similar plans in the daily operations of the huge Democratic Party. Success or failure was of no importance to them.

For Underwood, it was indeed a matter of course, and he could also gain solid benefits from it. This box could not be something else. This little bad guy would either give cash or gold bricks. According to his habit, it would most likely be the latter.

No matter which one it is, the return is extremely high, not to mention the funds in hand and the increase in his voice in the party. At this point, for Underwood, this wave is not a loss.

"So where are we going after Cuba?" Underwood pursed his lips, took a piece of paper from the side and wiped it. At his age, he could no longer eat a lot of meat, so today's portion was enough. He felt very satisfied after taking a sip of beer. Now that Lancer had finished talking about what he wanted to do, he could talk about business.

"Europe, as you know, is an important source of goods." Lancer smacked his lips. He just wanted to get to the point. There was no need to explain it clearly. Underwood was a smart man. He didn't need Lancer to explain it too clearly. Only Europe could provide enough quantity and high enough quality! As for how to get these things, the key was to find the right "person"!

"Oh, Europe, um..." Underwood was silent for a moment, "Lance, Colombia still needs some support! I understand, I understand! You have paid a lot, and for you, that place is like an endless pit, believe me!" Underwood stood up, and under the gaze of a group of girls, patted Lancer on the shoulder, "This is an investment! And this investment of yours can earn you dozens or even hundreds of times the profit. Think about it, the goods you send out here are bought by tons! And it won't take too long for you to reap huge returns."

"This guy sounds like he's lying." SOPII whispered to RO635 beside her.

"Because they originally wanted to trick our commander into investing money!" RO635 said softly, "Isn't this just a scam?"

"After all, there are many things you can't do in the United States, but once you leave the U.S. border and enter Colombia, man, sooner or later you will be respected like a king." Underwood painted a big pie for Lancer.

"So? They lost again?" Lanser said with a smile on his face. "I told you, being a good PMC is not the same as running the US military." He shook his head.

"Hmph..." Underwood snorted coldly. Unlike the democratic promotion plan in Cuba, in Colombia, Lancer didn't know what they wanted to do or what they planned to do. He only knew that he had sent thousands of rifles and a large amount of ammunition and explosives.

In addition, Lancer knew that a group of retired soldiers were recruited as mercenaries to join this operation. In order to conceal their identities, Lancer asked SOPII to modify a batch of guns. What Lancer didn't know yet was that some of those guns had been brought back to the United States along with the soldiers who had completed their employment and returned from the front line. Even S.H.I.E.L.D. already knew about the existence of this batch of very interesting modified guns.

For example, there are pistols that fire machine gun bullets, assault rifles with super fast firing rates, sniper guns with a very long range (compared to ordinary guns), extremely crazy six-barreled hand-cranked light machine guns, lever grenade launchers, etc. In short, as long as you are brave enough, not afraid of exploding, and have a weird appearance, there are toys in here that can satisfy your weird ideas.

This bizarre shape and completely unreasonable power have even begun to attract the interest of collectors in the United States.

"Yes, we need to send another batch. He has too many ideas, or perhaps Bogota alone can no longer meet his requirements. By the way, can we get some production equipment from a third country?" Frank Underwood shook his head, as if he was helpless seeing his naughty son messing around over there, but he couldn't help but admit that the little bastard did make some achievements.

"Guns, no problem; ammunition, no problem; equipment, no problem." Lancer touched his stomach and decided to stop this expensive dinner. "The question is how much does he want, and what can I get?" Lancer understood Cuba's move. Why did Underwood get it done so quickly for him, and why didn't he even talk about the price? The guys were waiting for him here! Obviously, he couldn't do this thing well. This old bastard

The egg will definitely take control of Cuba's affairs in the future.

Lancer gritted his teeth and changed his mind. No, he had to go back and ask those two bastards, Kingpin and Film, to register an arms company and make their own guns, otherwise he would lose a lot of money.

"It's good that you can figure it out! In the future, we can guarantee you two rights. The first is the exclusive supply right and the exclusive purchase right." Underwood said with a smile, "I understand that you have realistic pressures, but you can take a long-term view. Of course, we all know your contributions and will not let you suffer any loss."

"Old man, you are just fooling me!" Lanser rolled his eyes. Although the pie drawn by Underwood was indeed big and round and looked very tempting to him, it was just a pie in the sky. He didn't know when it would be realized, so this pie could not fill his stomach!

"Hahaha..." Underwood laughed. Lancer's words meant that he was already interested, and if he was interested, then this thing would be considered a success. "Man, you'll thank me in a few years! Remember to leave me some shares then." Underwood was very interested in a friend like Lancer who had ability, financial resources, and strong action. As for whether it was legal or not...

Please, American laws are sacred! But if necessary, we can modify them to what we need. The rule of law is the most important, isn't it?

"I hope what you said is true, you bastard. Pack everything up and take it away! I'm going to make this old bastard bleed more today!" Just then, Freddy knocked on the door and brought in another large plate of grilled ribs. Lancer asked his girls to pack up without any hesitation. This old bastard never lets him suffer any loss!

"Little bastard! Give Freddy to him and let him die!" Underwood put his hands on his hips and pointed at Lancer. "So this time, can you go to Columbia to provide some support? The situation over there may not be too good."

"There are some on the ship, but they are only the former Soviet Union stocks that have not been dealt with before." Lanser shrugged, "It won't be surprising if so many suddenly appear."

"Oh, Soviet goods? That's great, we can just condemn Russia." Underwood's old face was almost smiling. To criticize the Soviet Union or the Soviet Union's successor Russia is definitely a major political correctness in American politics.

"Okay, then I'll go. I think the car I'm taking has been arranged, right?" Lancer glanced at the girls who were putting all the ribs into the bag and were about to take them away, and nodded. It was okay. John and the others, as well as Marco were still on the boat, so these ribs would go wherever they wanted.

"Yes, take the same bus I took when I came here. It might be a little crowded, but you won't mind such a happy thing, right?"

"Old man, you understand me!

1-47 Marco and his daughter