Marvel Space and Time Administration Growth Log

A group of scientific researchers who had been detained and interrogated for several days walked out of the temporary cell hesitantly. The expressions on their faces changed from hesitation to uncertainty, and then to ecstasy, and then they quickly followed Casper in front.

"Anaheim..." The senior FBI agent looked at the group of people going away and sneered, "The Life Foundation may still be able to save its life, but Anaheim... they won't issue a certificate of resignation."

"Then they..." The guard next to him looked at the agent with confusion.

"Maybe we go get a death certificate."

2-226 Anaheim in action

"Looks obedient?" Lancer stood beside Casper, looking at a group of staff in white coats who were busy in front of a pile of instruments. These technicians who were rescued from the Life Foundation were trying hard to familiarize themselves with the instruments here.

These technicians are very clear that the value they can demonstrate now determines their future, so they work extra hard. In order to help them, they have to correct some of the front-line feedback of the exoskeleton armor. This involves data adjustment and modification of some components, which are details that can better reflect their capabilities. Of course, for SOPII, it may be a matter of a moment's effort.

"He is not very obedient. I think he should show his loyalty under great pressure." Kashiber smiled. He was very satisfied with the way he handled the matter. It was not complicated, but the effect was very good. The result made everyone very satisfied. The professionalism shown by these technicians was satisfying enough.

The unmanned factory has already started operating because of orders from various countries. However, there is a little difference here. A certain Eastern country prefers the 2.34B version with stronger output and faster response speed. They even plan to keep some scanning equipment that consumes more energy and is more expensive. Anyway, it won’t take too long for the energy block technology to achieve a breakthrough! At that time, replenishing energy will become a very simple matter.

Then, these wealthy guys placed an order for 300 pieces. Except for 30 pieces that were sent to the United Nations Expeditionary Special Forces, the rest will be taken to the Ukrainian front for actual combat.

France and the United Kingdom are eyeing the 2.66E and 2.67A versions. The performance of these two versions is very similar. The highlight is the extreme lightweight. In addition to ensuring the basic functions, they can cope with a variety of battlefield environments through external plug-ins. The price is relatively low. Even the two companies have only placed an order for 270 pieces, which somewhat exposes another more realistic reason for their purchase of this type.

The Russians hesitated for a moment. They asked reluctantly about the configuration time of the heavy exoskeleton. They seemed to want this kind of power armor that was almost completed in one go more. At the same time, Lancer also knew that the other party had contacted Atlas and wanted to order the power armor that Atlas had put into use. However, Atlas did not have many equipment of its own, so how could it sell it to Russia? Should they still accept the US military order?

Therefore, the Russians finally chose the 2.91 version of the exoskeleton armor that is currently available for purchase. It has enhanced the power and mounted a lot of power plug-ins on the outside. It is already very close to the category of formal power armor, but the armor coverage may not be that wide. However, this also has a price to pay. The decline in mobility naturally needs no explanation, and because the energy required by the generator has increased, the number of available plug-ins and additional functions on this model is also the least. However, the Russians do not seem to care. At least the order of 500 pieces represents their confidence.

As for... the United States... these bastards were just about to point at Stark's Iron Man suit to show that they were coming! Chkalov, the nominal "chief designer" (although the energy and power parts were indeed handled by Chkalov), who was pushed out by AR15 as a shield, scolded the US generals for an hour in the video communication, and then quoted a sky-high price, and these generals finally calmed down.

But they also asked Lancer to trial-produce 150 pieces. In theory, Anaheim has the most advanced performance and the lightest weight. In order to achieve extreme weight reduction, some parts even use alloy materials mixed with vibranium at great expense. In theory, the performance is already close to the 2.11A type of power armor that Anaheim has just drafted.

So Casper, who was in charge of the production, was almost pissed off by these difficult requirements. Yes, the unmanned factory has reached a production capacity of 100 pieces per day, but that is the production of the same model, and it is the 1.0 version basic model with the simplest processing difficulty, which is the batch currently commissioned by Atlas to produce. Not to mention the plug-ins, the biggest feature of this batch of exoskeletons is the improvement of the team soldiers' mobility.

The 2.0 version after the iteration has made some compromises in performance in order to be more suitable for ordinary soldiers. The increase in mobility is not so terrible. At least most soldiers can learn to use it after one to two weeks of adaptive training. In addition, the optional equipment slots have been increased.

Setting, so the processing difficulty goes up.

And specialization in some directions has resulted in new branches. These specializations naturally bring about a very simple problem. The parts are not so universal, and there are still a lot of independent exclusive parts that need to be processed. At present, countries are already quite polite in placing orders for hundreds of pieces for this kind of equipment in the experimental stage, which is far from the threshold of mass production.

So the final result is that the unmanned factory is busy processing different parts all day long. The working hours of a single exoskeleton armor exploded. Let alone 20 pieces a day, pieces! No more! The final result is that Anaheim's profits plummeted!

This was somewhat difficult for Casper to accept. After all, in his opinion, when Lancer handed it over to him, it was an unmanned factory with extremely high production efficiency and everything was designed. Now it turned out like this in his hands. This was a mockery of his ability! He couldn't accept it. So he tried his best to find a solution, and the arrival of this group of technicians just changed some of the situations!

Originally, under Lancer's guidance, Casper knew very well what was going on with the hundreds of highly skilled engineers who suddenly came to his company. He even lowered their wages to half of the normal salary offered by companies of Anaheim's level in the market, and the other parties were still willing to continue working.

This made Casper understand that these people can be used, but you really can't expect too much! And when they have learned almost everything, they will definitely not be able to stay.

Therefore, Anaheim can rely on them to overcome the talent shortage in the early stage of its establishment. Everyone can get what they need, but they must train their own engineering team as soon as possible. And these former Life Foundation engineers who have almost no way out... are just right!

"So you plan to increase productivity to 50 pieces a day?" Lanser said with a smile. These 50 things are equivalent to a productivity of 50 pieces. In fact, only 30 to 40 pieces may be actually produced. The remaining productivity will be used to produce supporting consumables and wearing parts.

"Yes, and I hope they can solve the common properties of components between models as much as possible before the next iteration comes out." Casper sighed. His action has caused protests from both China and the United States. After all, when it comes to component unification, the two companies with higher performance will definitely suffer, while the other companies may even see their performance improved since some parts are common.

"SOPII." Lancer turned around and began to call his lovely dog.

"Hey!" SOPII came close to Lancer and happily accepted Lancer's head stroking.

"Record a plan, the 'Integrated Maintenance Plan', which aims to use the 2.50 as the basic model for redevelopment, and strive to increase the parts commonality of each sub-model from the current level..." Lancer tapped his brow.

"More than 70% of them are in the same series, and the lowest commonality is 18.7%." SOPII reported the data while Casper was still frowning. "This refers to the commonality between the 2.11C and 2.97D, which are both in the design stage. Basically, a few reinforced connecting rods can be interchanged."

"This is really a piece of news that makes people feel rich." Casper couldn't help but complain. For arms dealers, what this news means is that as military equipment, countries need to buy more accessories to make these equipment use smoothly. This is a good thing! After all, more orders mean more money! Moreover, in a short period of time, there will be no counterfeit Lianjia substitutes for Anaheim's equipment. They offer a price and countries can only accept it!

But for the army, this is simply bad news! In addition to wasting money, it also brings about a sharp drop in combat effectiveness! You must know that the anti-German heroes in World War II were not the special operations teams of a certain country or the powerful equipment of other design bureaus, but the German Armament Bureau! The shit they did would make anyone who manages logistics see it and their blood pressure explode.

So for the military, high performance is naturally a good thing, but if your equipment is chaotic, the attendance rate is low, and the parts are not universal, then the combat effectiveness that your equipment can exert will be discounted, or even discounted further!

"Should we do it, or should the people below do it?" SOPII looked at Lancer, then pointed at the group of technicians busy at work below. "Their level seems okay, but they still lack a little imagination."

"..." Lanser, who always felt that there was something wrong with your complaints, but didn't know where to start, rolled his eyes and finally looked at Casper, "Let them try, but SOPII, you may have to come up with a basic plan, at least to prevent our shareholders from thinking that we are slacking off."

"Okay!" SOPII nodded, "Commander, speaking of the basic versions that have been produced..."

"Casper, can you solve it?" Lancer looked at Casper on the side. Now he didn't have to do everything by himself. The boss had already done all the work, so what was the use of subordinates for him?

"This is a hot commodity, and there are many people who want it." Casper smiled. Although it is definitely not allowed to flow into the underground market, the corporate alliance's guards (here a certain biodiversity survey team is mentioned, and additional equipment has been requested), the intelligence departments of various countries, and the special operations forces, aren't these all ready-made customers...

"Very good! That's very good."

2-227 Treatment of Tool Personnel

"Mr. Casper..." Dr. Dora watched with extreme caution as Chijitan, with the help of a group of technicians, put on Anaheim's highest-level 2.11A exoskeleton armor, which had just been manufactured in the laboratory and had a partially modified shape. It had not yet obtained an official model.

The reason why Dr. Dora was so nervous was very simple. As a senior technician who was rescued from the FBI prison, she knew much more than others. She had a clearer understanding of Anaheim's position in the entire industry than other scientific researchers.

Her boss spent a lot of money to get a few scattered low-level technical documents that were said to be from Anaheim. After Dr. Dora read them, she found that it was the neural connection technology for the robotic arm, although it looked like a technical document with a technological foresight.

But Dora still felt a tingling sensation on her scalp after reading it. This is a simple and crude solution to the way human body and mechanical signals are transmitted. Although the problem of neuralgia may need to be solved, it is already a very effective solution.

Dr. Dora thought about it briefly. From a human perspective, it is very likely that disabled people will choose to install this kind of mechanical arm, embrace their natural mobility again, and then become loyal consumers of painkillers. This is a terrifying profit. His boss got this information and it is said that it cost several million dollars. Dr. Dora knows very well what he wants (to put it simply, this Dora is the female Indian doctor who pulled the male protagonist of Venom into the laboratory).

It was just that after reading these leaked materials which were said to be of the lowest level, Dr. Dora felt a chill at the back of her head. The other party's technical level seemed to have completely surpassed this era. She couldn't even imagine how outrageous the legendary "technical information fee" of 20 billion US dollars would be just to browse the technical principles (this price was a rumor, AR15 was very tempted, but the shareholders had already bought the highest level, and no one would buy it even if the price was adjusted...).

However, up to now, Dr. Dora and her colleagues have not been allowed to access Anaheim's technical information, and they have not even met the legendary Chkalov. It is obvious that they are still undergoing the assessment of Anaheim Company, otherwise they can only serve as simple technical developers like they are now.

And now, it seems that they have reached the stage of their final exam! The white-haired young man in front of them is the highest-level administrative person in charge of Anaheim that Dr. Dora and her team can contact. He is the administrative director of Anaheim, the chief director, the general manager, the president, whatever you want to call him. He can mobilize all the resources of Anaheim. He is second only to Mr. Lancer, the CEO of Anaheim. Casper Hekmatia is leaning on the equipment on the side, watching his bodyguard wearing this exoskeleton armor.

If she fails...Dr. Dora doesn't want to go back to experience the FBI prison!

"Relax, someone has evaluated your plan. Although the evaluation is not very good, it has been approved." Casper had a business smile on his face, and his eyes flickered slightly as he looked at the cautious woman in front of him.

These former Life Foundation technicians are useful! Very useful!

Faced with this difficult task without any prior knowledge of the technology, they worked overtime without sleep and quickly figured out the basic theories and information of the power armor. Then, they began to try to make technical modifications to the 2.11 series in accordance with the requirements of the military. As long as they could complete the modification, it would be considered that they had understood the existing technology. Whether they had fully mastered it might take some time.

"Really..." Dr. Dora breathed a sigh of relief. She didn't dare to ask who had done the evaluation, nor did she dare to ask for specific comments. After all, she had heard from the original technician of the Iron-Blooded Factory (the official name of Anaheim's unmanned factory, which both Frederick the Great and his agent were very satisfied) that if something went wrong and Chkalov came to kill him, basically the entire factory from top to bottom would feel a chill down their spines.

But now at least it sounds pretty good. Dr. Dora and his team's solution has been confirmed and approved, so it seems to have passed the test? Dr. Dora suddenly felt as if something was relieved in her heart.

"How do you feel?" Casper glanced at Dr. Dora who was holding her chest and gasping for breath. He had nothing to say, so he turned to look at Qian Jitan.

"Well... the feedback does seem to be better than before the improvement! The response speed of various systems has also increased, but this operation... didn't you make any improvements?" After making some stretching movements, Qian Jitan quickly performed some fighting moves. The whole set of exoskeleton armor responded very well, without any sluggish feeling. The only thing that made her dissatisfied was some additional functions, such as quick actions such as popping out a dagger, which still remained in the original version and had not been changed. Qian Jitan originally hoped that this could be easier to operate.

"The modifications in this regard have exceeded our authority..." Dr. Dora said a little embarrassedly. It's not that they didn't try to modify the entire built-in system, but once they tried, even the computers they were using were locked, and then they were told that they did not have sufficient authority in this regard.

However, they still took a quick look at the operating system and followed the instructions of those who were responsible for this.

The person on the other side said, give up, the other party did not mark it and the code was very complicated. It did not look like it was commonly used in the market. He might need to study it specially to fully master it.

Of course, these are systems written in human form, so it is impossible for these technicians to master them.

"Well, that's fine. Does Qianjitan affect the use? If so, I'll find someone to fix it." Casper nodded, and immediately understood who had locked the system. Could there be someone else who wrote this system? Naturally, the Lancer girls wouldn't like them to modify their own systems.

"It doesn't matter. This set is mine!" Qianjitan moved his limbs and nodded with satisfaction. Wearing this exoskeleton armor or not is the difference between the human limit and the ability to exert the limit of ordinary people with the assistance of external forces.

"No problem, Lancer has agreed." Casper said with a smile. As a prominent figure in Anaheim, Casper's safety naturally needs attention. Lancer had told him before that a batch of experimental models would be handed over to him for security purposes.

"Then Ms. Qianjitan, let's go next door to conduct some weapons and plug-in tests." Several technicians looked at each other. What does the big shots above decide how to allocate Anaheim's property have to do with them, the researchers?

"No, you should first organize the materials needed for the "Integrated Preparation Plan". The corresponding information may arrive tonight or tomorrow morning. By the way, you should pay attention to rest. After get off work in the afternoon, I hope you can all have a good rest. These few days have been a bit too stressful." Casper said with a smile. Useful tools should naturally not be turned into disposable consumables.

"Hmm?" Qianjitan looked at Casper.

"Koko and the others are here. They're at Lansher's place. Let's go over there. I haven't seen my sister for a long time." Casper had a smile on his face.

"Oh! Misha!" Qianjitan also smiled.

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"I haven't seen you for a few days. It seems like you've been having a great time during this time." Lanser looked at Koko Hekmatia. "Have you completed the HCLI process?"

"Humph, it's over once the US government signs it." Koko, who was sitting at the bar, took a deep breath and sat up straight. Now she was looking for the Decepticons' allies in the name of the Decepticons' agent. "Megatron wants to borrow your island. He wants to meet his fellow tribesmen. There might be a fight."

"Well, use it. If it breaks, just ask Digger to fix it for me." Lanser looked at Koko in front of him, "Do you need me to join the battle?"

"Megatron asked you to be present. If nothing unexpected happens, he estimates that his old friend will take you to England to find him." Koko said simply, but this prediction of the opponent still surprised Koko a little.

"I see. This requires a trip for Explosion." Lanser nodded. It wasn't his first time riding it anyway. He could just wear April Fool's Day clothes. When wearing April Fool's Day clothes, the gravity he could feel was at most equivalent to that of a roller coaster. "Okay, I've made my promise. Can you tell me the details now?"

"It seems like they are their enemies, but Megatron intends to talk to them. If the talks fail... things may become simpler." Koko's mouth curled up, revealing an expression that Lancer could understand at a glance. Lancer, who was also a transporter, also curled his mouth unnaturally.

"It's true... It would be simple if we can't come to an agreement, but it's a pity that we won't have the chance to take their bodies away. I think a lot of people should be interested in this." Lancer nodded. This was indeed Megatron's style. If they could negotiate, they would negotiate. If they couldn't reach an agreement, they would just send them away. Such a straightforward attitude and such a definite policy allowed Lancer and his team to arrange many things very well.

"Who said it wasn't? But it's best not to ask such questions." Koko also nodded, but as the spokesperson of the Decepticons, she naturally had to safeguard the interests of the Decepticons. After all, she had already gained too many benefits.

"Oh, your brother is here!"

“Ah… I see.”

2-228 Mystery of Space and Time

"Huh..." Lancer was standing on the side of the road. He had just seen off Koko and Casper, who were still bickering on their way out. Lancer took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, put one in his mouth, and then touched his pocket where he usually put his lighter. He couldn't find it at once, and then Lancer quickly began to search everywhere in his pockets.

"Snap!" Lancer was followed by two maids, so it was impossible for them to let Lancer rummage around in the street in such a shameful way. The agent took out a kerosene lighter from his pocket, took off his hat and lit a cigarette for Lancer. Befa took out a small ashtray and handed it to Lancer, highlighting what was inside a maid's mysterious pocket.

"Huh..." Lanser was immediately amused. "You guys are going to turn me into a useless person with zero self-care ability again." He took a deep puff, feeling the smell of burning tobacco. "It's a very strange feeling. I've made so many preparations, but for some reason, I don't have the confidence at all."

"Because Lancer, you have set a goal and an enemy for yourself, but now it is unknown whether this enemy exists. We need

We need to invest time and energy in gathering intelligence..." Beifa is not a simple maid. As the chief maid of the royal family, although she cannot serve as a military advisor like Tiancheng, she can also act as a think tank.

"Yes, the current ruler... should be called Kang!" Lanser looked at the moon hanging high in the sky and spat, "Today's moon doesn't look very round."

"Commander knows!?" The agent tilted her head and looked at Lancer. She had spontaneously connected to the internal communication and sent out Lancer's words.

M4 narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at 191 beside him. The two nodded, and a group of humanoids handed the headphones to the big battleships around them.

Chkalov took the headphones from SOPII with some doubts, and continued to operate the instrument in front of him while listening, and recording something. He was slacking off before, but now that Lancer has the desire to seize the dimension and time here, that is another matter. She has already passed the message back. The Soviet Union should contact the enterprise and give the intelligence to the other party, so that the next one to come will be a powerful force, and Chkalov can conduct research and investigation with peace of mind.

Frederick the Great took the headphones from Chuntian, then shook the glass towards Chuntian, and the two of them gently touched the glasses and took a sip. If Lancer wanted to slack off, she would accompany Lancer to slack off. If Lancer wanted to do something, she would help him do it. This was how Frederick's mother spoiled her bad boy.

"Interesting!" Binjiang opened the big sword in the executioner's hand and caught the headphones thrown by the executioner. While listening, he continued to practice with the executioner.

Tiancheng opened his fan to cover his face, and by the way, blocked the keyboard of his mobile phone, which he was typing quickly. Lanser's power was divided into what he knew and what he was not so clear about! The power that Tiancheng had established with Lanser's influence and wealth was being dispatched by Tiancheng to investigate information related to time, space, and dimension.

Amagi is very clear about one thing. When they were researching similar technologies in Sakura Empire, they came to the realization that everything would be different after crossing the dimension. This could be understood as some detailed differences in the basic operating logic of this dimension. So she planned to use the local power of this world to collect and investigate simultaneously as circumstantial evidence, in order to reduce the so-called observer effect as much as possible, and then hand over the data to others.

"Lance, what else can we know about this master of time, or...what is already known?"

"Not much is known. There is something called the Time Stone in this world, but what's even stranger is the so-called timeline. This Kang represents a timeline that will eventually reach its end. If you kill him..." Lanser took a deep breath, "or if he is already dead, guess what will happen?" Lanser said with a smile.

"..." Befa tilted his head and thought for a while. Because the information was very scarce, it was difficult for him to come up with any meaningful inferences or suggestions.

"Those are the strong men on the time and space lines, most of whom are this guy who started to run wildly! Countless historical lines began to skyrocket, and eventually... the over-expanded timeline will destroy everything." Lancer tilted his head and looked at Befa, "So, someone needs to control it, someone needs to make sure that this won't happen." As he spoke, Lancer threw the half-smoked cigarette on the ground and crushed it with his toes, "Or all this is already happening!" While speaking, Lancer pointed at himself.

"!" Listening to Lancer's story, Befa looked at Lancer with twinkling eyes, his clenched fists shaking slightly, it was hard to tell whether he was excited or trembling.

Binjiang stopped sparring with the executioner and started thinking while holding the Thousand Machine Umbrella. Although most of the time, she only had to wipe out the enemies for the commander, it seemed that this time was very different.

Tiancheng shook his ears and pondered these things. If it was really as Lanser said, what they might want to face was not a certain powerful existence or a certain group as imagined. What they would face or attack would be countless worlds? ! Uh, I always feel that this matter is so familiar. Where have I seen a similar group before?

Tiancheng tapped his palm with his folding fan in confusion. Why did it feel so familiar? It felt like they had dealt with each other often, but there shouldn't be such a person in their port area... Wait! Siren!

Tiancheng was furious in an instant. What the hell was this about hating Sirens, understanding Sirens, and becoming a Sirens!

Frederick the Great, who was sitting at the bar of the cafe, frowned slightly and tapped the table. There was no need to consider too much about the authenticity of what Lancer said. Bad kids would not lie to them. As for how he knew it, those memory fragments were probably the biggest source of information.

Thinking of this, Frederick the Great stood up and walked towards Chkalov's laboratory. He needed to ask Chkalov whether it was possible to study or observe these memory fragments of Lancer. After all, these memory fragments came too strangely and were all good. Now that Lancer mentioned it, Frederick the Great felt it necessary to investigate these memory fragments and related matters.

Looking at the back of Frederick the Great getting up and leaving, Chuntian shook his head. Their ideas about human form were much simpler, although for Lancer

The content proposed was discussed very intensely, but the humanoids were more in agreement with Lancer's statement. There was nothing wrong with his logic. There were variables in every dimension, and their commander Lancer was very likely that variable!

The only remaining question is that Lancer, as this variable, has not been wiped out. Perhaps the timeline that the commander mentioned has collapsed and everything is changing.

"It seems... someone has the same idea as me." Chkalov looked at the open door. All the instruments at her hand were turned on. "I am not a very strong expert in this area. Comrade Commander has already told us some basic content. As for more specific investigations, I think I need support."

"How reliable is it?" Frederick the Great's expression lost its usual calmness and gentleness.

"My suggestion is to follow us every day. I will also make a space-time disturbance detection device, and then I need people who can interfere with space-time to provide support." Chkalov frowned and looked at the data stream in front of him. Mathematics will not lie, but the premise is that you have to find it! At present, the data that Chkalov can get shows... "It seems... our arrival itself is... huh? Calming down of space-time? How is this possible?!" Chkalov looked at the calculation results in front of him and came to a conclusion that shattered his three views.

"..." Frederick the Great frowned when he heard this, then seemed to remember something, but then he became alert.

"What's wrong? Are you trying to make faces? Your bad boy is not here." Chkalov started to check his calculation process with one hand and teased Frederick the Great.

"I have a feeling of 'so that's it', but I suddenly feel that this feeling should not be the conclusion I came to! So..." Frederick the Great frowned, because the conclusion was reached too suddenly, as if all the thinking and reasoning processes were skipped, and someone directly put the answer into his mind.

"Oh!?" Chkalov put down the tablet in his hand, smoothed his long hair, took a deep breath, and looked at Frederick the Great in front of him, "So why not tell me the conclusion you came up with!" Chkalov leaned over and tapped the screen. Some of the calculation data seemed to be entered a little... carelessly! ?

"Lancer said before that the existence called Kang represents a route that will eventually reach the destination..." Frederick the Great looked at Chkalov very seriously, "Then your calculation result now... does it represent..."

"Stop!" Chkalov raised his hand to stop Frederick the Great from speaking. "I understand your general meaning, but stop." Chkalov smacked his lips and decided to go to Lancer to get a cigarette before speaking. "I understand your meaning, but... well, I still think the same as before. We need professional support to at least make sure Lancer is not in potential danger."

"Expert? You mean..."

"Yes, Shinano! Although this may be a bit against order, we can't care about that now!"

2-229 Temptation

After sending out a lot of messages, Lancer wanted to go to sleep, but was dragged to Chkalov's laboratory by Fei Ma, and then tied up again by Chkalov in front of all the wives!