Marvel Space and Time Administration Growth Log

"About what." Lancer picked up the USB drive and shook it in his hand. He now had the capital to say no, but having it was not the same as doing it. It was true that S.H.I.E.L.D. or SHIELD suffered heavy losses in this Skrull incident, but S.H.I.E.L.D. was still a huge organization. It was not certain what it could accomplish, but it was too easy for it to do bad things.

"About what you were asking about the church." Sitwell took a deep breath. This matter itself was related to the purview of SHIELD, so it was not strange at all that they were concerned about it.

"You... are also concerned about this?" Lancer looked at SHIELD with a strange look. Although it is true that SHIELD itself is the repressive agency of the other world, after all, this world does not have a saber to establish a new set of rules for the entire other world, so SHIELD is the largest and strongest.

"Of course we care. It's better if there are no gods in this world." Sitwell snorted. In a sense, the existence of gods is the biggest obstacle for them, isn't it? Not all Hydras like to have something pressing on their heads.

"Humph, what are you talking about? God, Ukraine has one, and the proof of his godhood is in your hands, right?" Lanser said with a smile, "Is this considered a threat? You only need to downgrade them to alien life with powerful technology to solve a lot of problems, right?"

"The question is not what he is, but what we think he is." Sitwell shook his head. "Guess what they're doing now that they got that thing back?"

"I was praying madly to the tip of the spear." Lanser shrugged, "But to be honest, this is the best result."

"I heard about it. You're worried that they will destroy that thing, right?" Sitwell nodded. Lancer's angle was very strange, but when he thought about it carefully, it was indeed correct. This thing had the most special meaning. Didn't it kill Jesus? As for what other great power it had, at least it couldn't be seen now.

"You guys also want to look for the remaining parts?" Lanser handed the USB flash drive back to the agent, who took it and put it in his pocket. Then, with a flicker in his eyes, he began to read the data in it. Some virus software that seemed to her to be somewhat low-level was taken away by the people he dealt with. The agent planned to strengthen it so that she could use it when giving it back to them.

"Yes, with the passage of time, many things that were believed to be in myths have been proven to exist. The Thor you mentioned is the best proof. So we hope that at least when everything becomes irreversible, we can at least understand that there is nothing." Sitwell said seriously. This has nothing to do with stance. It is really just for the sake of protecting the human collective.

"Then you know what I asked the leader of the Knights of Orleans to do, right?" Lancer looked at Sitwell in front of him. Haha, what else could Hydra want to do with these things? The most important thing for them might be the information recorded in those documents or other things that were hidden together, because for them, these things might be the treasure keys to unlock everything that has been sealed for a long time.

"Until we find reliable archaeologists, reliable transportation facilities, and matching information." Sitwell looked at Lancer, "The latter two are easy, but the former..." Sitwell frowned, "He needs to be knowledgeable and able to travel through mountains and rivers. Such a person may not be so easy to find."

"Then there's nothing I can do. My previous experience has taught me that if I act blindly, I will miss a lot of important things. I'm not an expert in this area, so I have no intention of moving." Lancer shrugged. The Knights of Orleans were obviously a little overwhelmed after seeing Lancer's style, and a certain saint girl had not given Lancer any new information.

"We know one, but we have a deep prejudice against her." Sitwell spread his hands, "However, it is somewhat coincidental that she has a good relationship with the owner of the place you are about to go. Maybe you can ask her to introduce you to her when the time comes."

"Oh?"

2-223 A little bit of interaction in the port area

"Chekalov finally did something." Bismarck threw a document on the table, then she crossed her arms and looked at the others at the table, "Iron Blood confirmed that we have received the latest order from the commander. We will start stockpiling supplies, and then we will gradually prepare to launch a cross-dimensional war."

"Sakura Empire seconded." Akagi and Nagato looked at each other and said it with certainty. After all, it was just a joke before, but now that Chkalov actually took out the commander's recording, the situation was even more different. No matter from which angle, this seemed to be the commander's latest target.

"That's right. We have no reason to reject this. Comrade Commander Lancer has set a new goal for us. We can indeed prepare for it." A certain satellite ship girl happened to be sitting in the shadow of the conference room, and her face could not be seen clearly.

"You see, we seem to have

It already has more than half of the votes, not to mention that this matter is not about counting votes, this is the commander's goal. "Bismarck's expression moved slightly, and there was a bit of pride in his eyes. He was worthy of being his man. After gaining a foothold over there, he wanted to grab the benefits over there.

"We do not object to deploying the fleet to win victory and glory for the commander when he lights the beacon, but now our more important thing is to solve the problem at hand." Elizabeth took a deep breath. To be honest, Elizabeth had to admit that she was also very excited after hearing the news, but in fact, no matter what, unless they directly abandoned this world and ran to Lancer's side...it seemed like this would be pretty good!

Stop, stop, Elizabeth patted her head, she couldn't think any further, otherwise she would lift up her skirt and rush straight to the laboratory!

"The intelligence reported by Chkalov has exceeded our imagination. This is the first time we have obtained systematic intelligence. Not only has she confirmed the existence of a small base in Lancer, but there is also... a ship girl from another world?" Enterprise covered her forehead with her hands. When she said this, she heard a clicking sound. She turned her head and saw Akagi taking out another teacup. Kaga had already picked up the teapot, ready to add tea to his Akagi.

"That is... Lancer from another dimension. In a sense, he did not meet us." Richelieu took a deep breath, and this sentence sounded very lacking in confidence, which was a very rare situation for him.

"Although Chkalov said that she had conducted experiments and confirmed that Lancer did not have any other dimensions, and Frederick the Great also tortured everyone." Bismarck snorted coldly, and his attitude was obviously very dissatisfied. Forget about that group of girls, a group of army soldiers, it doesn't matter, but...

Commander, you have it, how dare we have a ship outside? Even if it is not the same dimension, this also makes the ship girls present feel a little bit of a heart attack. Commander, do you know that those who are waiting in line for you to give out rings are about to fight? If this news is leaked, no need to ask, they will come to your door first! The little girl dares to rob the commander! At that time, even if they are the top leaders, they can't suppress the collective rebellion of the ship girls below.

"So in a sense, the commander's multi-dimensional war requirements may be just right, right?" Akagi raised a cruel arc at the corner of his mouth, "Perhaps we can do something we want to do besides completing the commander's orders."

"Hey, hey... the idea of ​​killing to silence someone is written all over your face." Richelieu covered his face, feeling a little ashamed for agreeing with Akagi's thoughts for a moment.

"If you feel that your competitiveness is so low that you have to kill people to silence them, then I can only say that your actions will definitely cause great dissatisfaction to the commander." The Soviet Alliance in the shadows glanced at Akagi's defense line, "But we still have the necessary defenses. I support Comrade Chkalov's suggestion to increase investment in multi-dimensional space and get ahead of others. We can do a lot of things."

"It looks like a mutual judgment." Akagi glanced at the Soviet Alliance not far away, his eyes flickered. Oh, it would be fine if it didn't exist, but if it really existed, it would be hard to say.

"Okay, let's put it aside for now. I think there should be no problem in preparing for a multi-dimensional war, Richelieu. I think Iris and Vichy won't mind taking out the things in your hands. We need a means to quickly deliver power to the commander." Bismarck didn't want to discuss this topic that made her feel a little suffocated, so she turned to look at Richelieu.

In a large-scale battle not long ago, Iris and Vichy, which were originally considered not very strong and had even split into two forces, suddenly showed amazing war potential. God knows how many mass-produced warships Clemenceau has hidden in her territory.

"That's not a problem." Richelieu said with certainty after looking at Jean Bart, and then she turned her gaze to a person sitting behind Jean Bart.

"On the Inquisition's side, of course, we are the commander's force. However, all our research data on the dimension has been handed over to Chkalov. This can be guaranteed. After all, when it comes to finding the commander, the Inquisition's attitude is consistent with everyone else's." Clemenceau responded simply and bluntly to Richelieu, who was now considered the co-leader. He might not be sure about other things, but he would definitely serve the commander. That was more or less what he meant.

"Then it seems that everyone has approved Chkalov's suggestion this time." Enterprise threw the document on the table and glanced around the room. After all, today's emergency meeting was held because of the intelligence Chkalov suddenly sent back. Although they didn't seem to have much time during the meeting, before the meeting, everyone was given two days to study the intelligence provided by Chkalov. In addition, in order to ensure that no one deleted or modified it, the original file open to the laboratory was directly downloaded.

The commanders of all the forces present nodded one after another, and no one had any objections. After all, the commander's news was an extremely important point for the ship girls.

"Each of them mobilized their resources and prepared to explore and fight.

Fight for the fleet! For the port and the commander! Let the goddess of war begin to dance. "Bismarck stood up, placed both hands on the table, tapped it lightly, and then turned and left. Tirpitz and a group of iron-blooded ship girls beside her stood up and left with smiles on their faces.

"Although what Bismarck said was a bit extreme, we must make all the corresponding preparations before the commander's order arrives clearly." The Northern Alliance's ship girls also stood up. They read a little more than others. Chkalov described the commander's recent situation in some seemingly unimportant content using code words known only to the Northern Alliance.

So the Northern Alliance was very clear that Lancer had built a large unmanned production base. If nothing unexpected happened, he also had control of a local elite force and had established good relations with two groups of aliens, one of which had even reached an alliance agreement with him.

But, "The Commander needs, more, power!"

It can be said that the Northern Alliance ship girls who read this information were all in an uproar. Chkalov went to Lancer as their representative, not because of Chkalov's strength, but because of her research and development capabilities, which was similar to the reason why the Sakura Empire sent Amagi to Lancer.

"The next thing to do is to send manpower to the commander, right, White Eagle?" The Soviet Alliance's expression was somewhat speechless and solemn.

"Comrade Soviet Alliance, there is a great risk in your approach." Soviet Rossiya frowned.

"It doesn't matter. For the sake of the commander, Enterprise will understand the importance of this matter, and can ask the next person to help carry some hints to Chkalov and activate other codewords." The Soviet Alliance said without hesitation, and glanced at the ship girl behind him. "Kronstadt, you don't seem to be very scheming. Give this document to Saratoga and ask her to tell Enterprise that before they exercise their mistaken democracy, satisfying the commander's needs is the first priority."

"Yes! Then I will go to Saratoga now." Kronstadt took the document from the Soviet ally without hesitation, put it in his pocket, turned around and left.

"Pay more attention to Iron Blood. I suspect they have a channel to contact Frederick the Great. Huh... Or in other words, why was Frederick the Great the first one to go there." The Soviet Alliance glanced at Kronstadt's back and glanced slightly in one direction, but said nothing. They just turned around and continued to move forward. The Northern Alliance's ship girls also continued to follow.

"The specific situation is unclear. The only thing we know is that the Iron Blood Army once conducted a large-scale search. It was not until Chkalov found the anchor point that the location of Frederick the Great was determined." As Soviet Rossiya was speaking, a group of people slowly left the place that served as a meeting place and the previous competition arena.

"I heard something really remarkable..." Yuanchou leaned against a corner, looking at the defense line of the venue with surprise, "Does the commander lack strength? And the Northern Alliance was able to exchange intelligence with Chkalov." Yuanchou touched his chin, "It's a pity that Befa just passed away, but this information is also very valuable. Maybe we can make a deal with Sardinia? After all, Sardinia's current situation is not so good..."

2-224 Appointment

"Enough! You damn Decepticons! Don't imagine that I will compromise with you. Your plot for this planet will eventually..." Jazz looked at the Decepticons who surrounded him with a vigilant look, showing the long sword in his hand, as if he was going to fight them to the death. However, there seemed to be many Decepticons he had never seen before, and the Lightning who was rumored to have died did something that made him very confused. "What... do you want to do? Is there any conspiracy?"

"..." Lightning looked at the guy in front of him who was obviously extremely greedy, but was still a ninja and accused them. For some reason, Lightning just felt funny. "This is the 'sincerity' that Lord Megatron asked us to bring to you. You should be able to tell whether there is a problem or not! If you can't tell, you can die."

"What conspiracy are you Decepticons planning again?" Jazz looked at the four Decepticons in front of him very seriously. They surrounded it from four directions, some near and some far. Once the attack started, it would be hard to say whether it would have a chance to escape.

"Shut up, idiot!" Dusk of the Peregrine Squadron couldn't help but speak, "We give you energy cubes so that you don't starve to death while talking to us, and then the other Autobots will blame us for your death! If you don't want to drink, give it to me!"

"..." Jazz was a little dazed, then he looked at the energy block in his hand and finally made a decision. He raised his hand and split it in half, throwing one half to Dusk.

"What kind of idiot thinks they can do something with this." Huang Huang tilted his neck and started to eat. It would be fine if he only took half of it. For an old soldier, one energy block would be enough for them to maintain low power consumption for nearly half a year (close to the silent state of standby), but if they want to keep fighting, the demand for replenishment will become much greater.

"Why..." Jazz looked at the lightning in front of him with a puzzled look. If this was their usual style, and the Decepticons had enough energy, according to past experience, they should normally not waste any time talking to them and would directly fight the Autobots.

Like today, the Autobots surrounded them.

It's not impossible. There's only one reason why these Decepticons did this! They wanted to capture it alive, and then torture it to find out the whereabouts of their Autobots or the equipment or supplies hidden by the Autobots! This is what Jazz knew.

"No reason, it's just that our purpose has slightly changed." Lightning looked at Jazz in front of him, "Megatron asked you to tell someone who can speak to you to meet! Here are the coordinates!" Lightning had no interest in talking nonsense with Jazz who obviously didn't trust him. After dropping a few energy blocks, he turned around and planned to fly away with the Peregrine Squad. Looking at this guy's stupidity, Lightning felt that he would soon be unable to resist turning into an M1 main battle tank and giving him a 70-ton impact!

"Wait a minute! Did something happen to you?" Jazz looked at the six or seven energy blocks on the ground, his eyes widened. The Decepticons sent energy blocks to the Autobots! Hey! This is really strange!

"Hehe...it's just that Lord Megatron has a more direct goal!" Lightning turned back to look at Jazz, "And in this goal, you are the ones who can be used!"

"Use..." Jazz looked at the lightning in front of him and felt that this sentence suddenly made sense! This was the correct way for them to get along.

"You are not qualified to discuss this matter. Let your leader come. If you can contact Optimus Prime, that would be the best." After Lightning finished speaking, he gestured to the Peregrine Squadron that had already begun to be on guard nearby. The four of them directly turned into fighter planes in the air and quickly broke away.

"Decepticon liar." Ironhide and Ratchet came out from the side. Ironhide didn't believe what the other party said at all. "This shitty guy actually deceived the trust of the natives of this planet!" Yes, the one who was called Decepticon and then waved was none other than Ironhide, so he had now completely called the Decepticons liars.

Although they are also new Decepticons, the Peregrine Squad has been on the battlefield since birth. They have fought against the Skrull Air Force many times and were even ambushed by the Skrulls when they were licking the ground. So as soon as Ironhide and his men approached, the Peregrine Squad was ready to face an extremely head-on raid.

Unlike Ironhide and the others who have been wandering for a long time, the Peregrine Squad has not been born for a long time, but they have souls directly given by the Fire Source, and they have never lacked energy since they were born, so they grow very fast! In addition, they have sufficient ammunition.

But Lightning stopped their actions. Although the place where they blocked Jazz was not a downtown area, and it was late at night, theoretically there would be no one else in such a ghost place except a few homeless people taking shelter from the rain, but Lightning still chose to obey Megatron's orders and did not fight with Jazz. Instead, he just passed the message to him and chose to leave.

"At least they are doing a good job in their job." Jazz looked at the half energy block in his hand, feeling a little conflicted, but still chose to drink it in one gulp. "Anyway, these guys at least solved our recent energy shortage problem. We don't have to worry about energy blocks for a while."

"Decepticon liars, Optimus Prime had better not trust them, these guys are no longer the same as they used to be!" Ironhide spat, he was right, the Decepticons were no longer the army of the Cybertron Empire, they were just a bunch of damn bandits now, oh, they seem to have set up camp on this earth recently! "By the way, where is the address those liars gave you?"

"According to the map, it is on a small island in the Caribbean Sea not far from their base. It seems to be the island of their partner." After a simple comparison, the Jazz simply gave the specific address.

"It looks like a trap." Ratchet collected all the energy blocks. It was obvious that he was somewhat happy with the current situation. After all, the Decepticons were short of energy, but the Autobots were not short of energy? And their leader Optimus Prime was different from the Decepticons. He did not like to bully the weak, and naturally would not enslave and plunder the natives of low-level civilizations.

"If there is a chance, I really want to talk to it, but we all know that it is difficult to do so." Optimus Prime, who had transformed into a human form, had his eyes flickering. "According to what we know, Megatron's ally should leave the United States for another country across the sea soon. We will meet Megatron at that time."

After being blocked, Jazz immediately sent out a signal. After all, even Jazz didn't know whether all the Decepticons that were about to attack were here. After all, even if we only counted the Decepticons that had already appeared, there were also Starscream, Skywarp, Thundercracker and other Decepticon air forces that could quickly arrive and exit. However, after confirmation, these Decepticons did not come at all, which was very surprising.

"Optimus Prime! You can't trust those Decepticon liars!" Ironhide shouted disdainfully.

"I want to make sure what decision they have made. Such a huge change will definitely not happen because of a war with the Skrulls, otherwise..." Optimus Prime suddenly fell silent. After all, for him, the Cybertron Empire was indeed destroyed by his own hands, and it was indeed an eternal thorn in his heart!

"and also

, the three hooligans who came today..." Ironhide was silent for a moment, then looked up at Optimus Prime, "They seem to have..." Ironhide was silent again here, even he himself was not so sure, after all, this guess was a bit outrageous.

After all, if the Allspark was really in the hands of the Decepticons, the situation would be completely different! They had no reason not to use the Allspark to expand their military on a large scale, just as they had done before! But the appearance of the Peregrine Squad did give them this feeling.

"They do have a relatively high Allspark signal on them, so we can basically conclude that they were activated by the Allspark." Ratchet is an expert in this area, and his words can be regarded as the final word. "The question is... why did they do that? And Optimus Prime, why did you choose to believe the information they gave you."

"..." Optimus Prime was silent for a long time, "Long time ago, Megatron also fought for some backward races..."

"That was a long time ago. Can you believe that the current Megatron is still the same Megatron?" Ironhide said unhappily. "Whether it's the meeting place or the Decepticon's credibility, it sounds like a damn trap!"

"Yes, Megatron will show up by then, right?" Optimus Prime smiled, "This is also a chance for us to end this already long journey! Megatron wants to see me, good, I really want to see him too!"

"...We will go with you then! If Megatron dares to play any tricks, let us tear it apart together!" Jazz raised the sword in his hand and said loudly.

"Yes! Tear it up! Decepticons are not trustworthy!" Ironhide immediately followed up. To be honest, Ironhide had no interest in trusting Megatron once and letting Optimus Prime talk to him! At the end of the Cybertron Empire, you quarreled every day but couldn't come up with a solution!

But if you say just kill Megatron! That's good!

2-225 Anaheim recruits

"Come out, you are on bail." Inside the FBI's temporary detention area, a group of people who were sitting restlessly suddenly became nervous when they saw the large group of FBI agents who suddenly arrived. However, they did not expect that the people who came in not only did not interrogate them like before, but also did not try to find more information to dig deeper into the dark evidence of the Life Foundation.

After all, you bastards have even managed to raise aliens and feed them with humans, so what else can't you do? !

It is said that Norman Osborn found the weaknesses of the three samples as soon as he got them, and then asked his newest assistant, a high-level vampire, to use his magic to experiment and found most of the weaknesses of these symbiotes.

Yes, after a series of operations, a high-level vampire has knelt in front of the boots of this old bastard and signed the most vicious devil contract that Lancer could find. Under the witness of the high-level devil lord of hell, he has dedicated his soul to Norman Osborn.

Lancer initially thought that Norman Osborn might choose to become a vampire, after all, this was a way to solve his genetic disease. But when he asked the old man, he spat at him, "Do you think I'm someone who would give in to fate?"

For some reason, Lancer felt that at this moment, the fire of Norman Osborn's soul was burning fiercely, and the light it emitted was even a little dazzling.

Back to these technicians, if Lancer hadn't said hello, the FBI would have taken some heavy-handed measures. Anyway, these guys are no longer useful, and no one would care even if a few of them were disabled. But since Lancer had spoken, everyone had always had a good relationship, so there was no need to offend Lancer, they were just a bunch of scum with some skills.

"Thank you very much for your kindness." Casper's voice rang out in the corridor as he shook hands with a senior FBI agent. This was the easiest time he had ever had dealings with the FBI. Although everything was handled in a fair and impartial manner, no one had obstructed him. Even the signing of many documents had been arranged for him, and all he needed was a lawyer to sign.

Naturally, Lancer would never do such a thing. He called the head of the FBI New York branch and chatted for a while about meaningless things. They also agreed to have dinner together when they were free to keep in touch. That was the end of it. The head of the FBI New York branch naturally understood what he meant about other things. They just happened to have some needs for replacing guns. Anyway, Lancer's original company was not deregistered, so a batch of free guns from Springfield Armory came into their hands. Oh, and then, he had already got the key to the warehouse (yes, it was a warehouse of the same type as the one in Sitville).

"It's nothing, just official business. You just have to warn them not to do anything stupid, otherwise... it will be bad for everyone." The senior FBI agent said with a smile, and did not forget to warn Casper that this time the New York FBI had got the credit for nothing. Although it was not as great as the credit for solving the case, for them, it was just the right credit. Although the court will continue to follow up and deal with it, it is not a problem for the FBI. I believe that with Anaheim's ability, there is no need to worry at all.

"I understand. Electronic anklets and reporting on time." Casper said with a smile.

Everyone is an adult now, and it is common sense to pay the price for their choices and actions. I believe they should have experienced this." Casper's eyes drifted towards the temporary detention room.

Are you kidding? In a place like this, you can't eat or sleep well, and you have to be interrogated by the FBI all the time. The psychological pressure must be enormous. To put it bluntly, the FBI will deliberately create this kind of atmosphere to exert pressure. This is the basics of the basics.

Why does Casper know so much? Oh, who among the arms dealers has not had this experience? Well, Lancer doesn't seem to have it. This guy's women are so good at fighting. It's not easy for an intelligence agency to catch him and interrogate him.

"Click!" Following the signal from the senior FBI agent, the guard of the temporary prison area pressed the button, opened the door of the prison area, and Casper walked in alone.

After Casper walked in, he was in no hurry to speak. He walked around from beginning to end, like an old American farmer selecting two-legged agricultural tools.

"You are..." Dr. Dora, the leader, stood up. Although they did breathe a sigh of relief when SHIELD rushed in, and they still had some estimate of the future they would face, with what they had done, they would definitely be in trouble if they fell into the hands of the FBI!

But they didn't expect that this layer of skin... would be so painful when it was peeled off! The technicians who came out of the ivory tower and worked in the laboratory had never seen such a scene. After only a few days of events, they were already exhausted. Several of them had been crying all night. If the FBI played with them for a few more days without any intensity, these technicians would have collapsed one by one.

"The CEO under the Anaheim Executive Director." Casper had a calm expression and a businesslike smile on his face, "I received an order from Lancer to bail you out."

This statement immediately caused an uproar among the technicians. They jumped up one by one and asked frantically if it was true. Some anxious people even started introducing themselves, hoping to make sure that they would be on the bail list. They simply couldn't stay in this place for another day.

"Don't worry..." Casper pressed his hand, "I received a notice to release all of you on bail. Of course, we are not interested in your boss." Casper squinted his eyes and smiled at the group of people in front of him. You can say that they have no ability at all, but there are not many teams in the world that can rub a big rocket with their hands. A certain island country has shown several big fireworks to the people of the world within a span of ten years.

As a friendly enterprise of the Yashida Group, Casper heard a lot of complaints from Shingen Yashida when he was asking about some things. In his eyes, the Japanese bureaucrats did nothing except using the R&D funds to eat and drink in the Ryoten, and then wasting money on geishas or movie stars who served as drinking companions.

These words did not reach Lanser's ears, otherwise Lanser would have mocked that a certain lighthouse high-tech project development department spent millions of dollars to hire special "R&D personnel" (this rumor is not guaranteed to be true, because it is really... outrageous).

"If you are from Anaheim, you should know us..." Dr. Dora said hesitantly. As soon as she spoke, many people looked at her as if she was crazy. After all, this could be considered a life-saving straw, and you actually pushed him away? !

"Don't worry, we are very clear about this. You don't have to doubt it. We have made the corresponding preparations. You are just on bail. If you are willing to work for us in the future, the court matters will be handled by Anaheim." Casper had a calm expression on his face. He simply flattened his hands, showing his full confidence. "Don't worry, now!" Casper snapped his fingers.

The guard glanced at the senior agent opposite him, and after seeing the senior agent nod, he directly pressed the button and opened the doors of all the temporary prison cells where the Life Foundation was imprisoned.

"After completing some formalities, we prepared a laboratory and clean dormitories in the port area, as well as a welcoming banquet." Casper clapped his hands, and glanced at the technicians whose eyes seemed to have come back to life. He couldn't help but sigh that Lancer's preparations were really great. If he couldn't gain the loyalty of these simple guys under such circumstances, then it was that Casper was too incompetent. "So let's not waste time, let's get going."

"This..." Everyone looked at the open cell door in front of them with a look of surprise.

"Let's go. You have a lot of tasks waiting for you. Tomorrow you have to get your mindset right and start working. Anaheim doesn't keep idle people." Casper said with a smile. After all, this group of people can understand the Rockets, which means that all the corresponding technicians are in place. It should be enough for them to help SOPII. Some tasks of refining the plan and adjusting after feedback can be given to them.

As for helping Chkalov, sorry, their level is still a little bit lacking, and their efficiency is too low. With their level, it is only a matter of time before they are scolded and cried by Chkalov. After all, even a genius like Morgan has had red eyes more than once under Chkalov's tyranny. If it weren't for the pride of the Stark family that did not allow her to admit defeat, perhaps...

She couldn't hold on any longer.

As for the group of... guys in front of her, Casper didn't think they could be compared with the little girl of unknown origin. She just took a few glances at the design drawings of the energy block instrument she brought over, and came up with a modification plan. The original manuscript could not even be sent to Chkalov, and this modification plan was praised by the engineers (in Morgan's dimension, energy block technology is a mature technology).