Marvel Space and Time Administration Growth Log

It’s time to write this again, and I still feel a little emotional. It’s time to put it on the shelves again.

When the last book was almost finished, a book friend suggested that the next book should either continue the story from the beginning or pick one of the younger generation as the protagonist. I tried to write a paragraph, and yes, it was the story of Xiao 16, but I found that it was actually very fragmented. Because at that time, although humans could not be said to have become the hegemony of the universe, they were already an absolutely powerful group. What could you write?

The confrontation between Cybertron, Asgard, and the human alliance seemed to no longer exist. I wrote a little about the adventure and couldn't continue.

Another suggestion plus some of my own ideas formed the current book, which is that the same time and space results in different worlds due to a series of different choices.

But the same story cannot be written twice, so another approach was chosen. Yes, this time Lancer is not a hero... but a tyrant. The specific content has actually been described in this regard, but it is meaningless to go into details. The only thing that can be said is that these two time and space lines will intersect at some point, but the relationship between the heroes' appearances and Lancer may not be so... intimate, or even very "intimate".

At the beginning, the story was going to be darker and more cruel, but later I felt that there was no need for the protagonist to be so cruel, and it would be funny if it ruined the book, so I deleted a dozen chapters.

Of course, the performance of this book now is… totally unbearable. When I wrote my comments today, the number of collections has not even exceeded 5000, and it may be the book with the least clicks on the new book list. Of course, I know this is because, on the one hand, Marvel’s influence is fading, which is completely different from the situation when I wrote my last book. On the other hand, it is the inevitable result of my choice of this story line.

Marvel, Marvel, what everyone wants to see is Nini getting humiliated, Captain America's hips, the silly Hammer God, and Black Widow in a tights...

Another thing is the choice of KanColle. Maybe I am not very familiar with Azur Lane. I played Azur Lane for a while in the past. I registered my account in early 2019, but I stopped playing after a while. I picked it up again to write this book, and I wrote while playing (I threw away nearly two or three thousand in half a year, and skins and rings are really expensive), so I don’t understand the characters well enough. So whether you say OOC or skinning, I accept it. After all, all the actions of Feima are the actions that I might do based on my understanding, which may be a little different from what you want to see.

As for the appearance of Tizi in the early stage of the book, I would also like to explain that when I just started writing, the previous book had not been completed yet. At that time, the ship girl selected was still from Kantai R, and it was the lazy Tizi. It was corrected later, but there are always some omissions. I apologize here.

Anyway, thank you all for your support, please continue to support me.

It will be available at 10: today. I will post five chapters at once, and forget about it when my stockpiled manuscripts are used up! That's it, I'm off to write.

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1-53 Strong winds and rough waves in the Atlantic Ocean

"Damn it! This damn storm!" Lanser grabbed the rails of his bed, turned his head, and looked at the trash can next to him with anger, "Ugh..."

Lancer himself is not a person who is prone to seasickness, but the devilish wind and waves of the Great Western Medicine are really tossed around in six dimensions. In terms of physical sensation, Lancer now feels like he is tied to a pinball, and then punched into a room by Fei Ma, and then the pinball is rambling around in the room. Maybe he needs to become an old sailor who is seasick to adapt to such a situation.

"Hey..." Fei Ma gently stroked Lancer's back with a distressed look on her face, hoping that this action would make Lancer feel a little better. Fei Ma looked very sad, and she wished that she was the one who was seasick. But the bad thing was that as a ship girl, it was a bit difficult for her to realize her idea, after all, ships cannot cause seasickness.

"The commander's luck is always so bad." Chuntian came in with a bowl of soup. Although the boat was shaking, Chuntian seemed to be walking steadily on land. "A little minced meat porridge soup, drink a little."

Chuntian couldn't help but complain about Lancer, because several times when he went out, Griffin's voyage on the Atlantic Ocean seemed to be cursed, and he was bound to encounter one or more storms almost all the time! The sea was already rolling, and they even hit waves more than ten meters high.

That time, Lancer ordered everyone except the necessary personnel to get on the lifeboat, and even Fei Ma was ready to directly drive the ship and take Lancer away. However, the strong Griffin broke through the deadly storm sea and entered the relatively calm sea. Lancer, who successfully survived, immediately drove everyone back to the cabin.

"Okay..." Looking at Chuntian holding the bowl, blowing the porridge to cool it down and bringing it to his mouth, he sighed. He didn't want to eat anything now. He felt dizzy. "How are the others, John?"

"I'm still alive. The brothers are fine. Marco... damn, how did you turn into a pile of sand? Don't make the room full of sand!" John's situation did not seem good, but from his voice, at least Lancer felt that he was still relatively confident. As for Marco turning into sand...

"Can Marco hold on?" Lancer was held on Fei's lap, and she gently pressed Lancer's temple, trying to make Lancer feel better.

"Boss, I'm sorry, I feel like I'm dying... Well, I still have a breath left... How much time do I have to get out of the storm?" Marco barely gathered his body together, and then

He then spoke while holding the earphones, breathing heavily. It was obvious that this strong man was in great pain at the moment.

"In two hours, we will probably be out of the strong storm, and the sea conditions will improve by then." When Lancer looked up, Chuntian quickly answered, "Also, the wind and waves are probably the strongest right now, so it will be much better if we can hold on through this section."

"Two more hours..." There was a wailing sound in the communication. Obviously, although John's men all knew how to swim, when they were tossed in such a storm, all of them were defeated by the wrath of nature.

"Okay... can you go a little faster? At least let people move first. Is there any way to deal with this little problem?" Lansher was enjoying Fei Ma's massage, and he felt his buzzing head gradually recovering.

"If we sail southeast, we will deviate from our route and will be out of the severe storm area in about an hour, but it will increase..." M4 wanted to explain to Lancer very seriously that this would increase the distance significantly, which would inevitably greatly increase the cost.

"Turn!" Lanser made the decision almost in the next second. What's the point of thinking? Get out of the strong storm first. Two hours is really going to kill you! Even if it's shortened by half, it's a happy thing!

"Understood. Turn right 35 degrees and sail at speed three." M4 did not hesitate and immediately followed Lancer's instructions. He turned the steering wheel in his hand and said, "Hmm? Commander, it seems that an accident has occurred with a ship nearby. The other party's ship has lost power. Requesting help."

"Try to communicate, and transfer the call to me once the connection is established." Lancer said very directly. When sailing on the sea, everyone is far away from the inland where support is available. If they encounter someone who needs a hand, in most cases, they will help if they can.

"Yes!" M4 nodded to AR15 beside him, and AR15 began to try to communicate.

"This is the Griffin freighter belonging to the Azur Line. Maryland Mariner, please reply if you hear me. End." AR15's crisp voice rang out in the communication, calling the other party.

“……”But there was silence on the radio.

"This is the Griffin freighter belonging to the Blue Shipping Company. Maryland Mariner, please reply if you hear me. Over." AR15 called again.

“……”Still complete silence.

"Huh?!" Lanser frowned as he listened to the communication. Normally, when a ship loses power, someone will hold the communication position, unless they have already abandoned the ship and escaped. But now, they sent a signal that the engine was damaged, but they couldn't get in touch. This made people feel bad. "Is the distance far?"

"Not far, it will take about half an hour to sail there." M4 made a simple wrong judgment. The other party's position was not far away, and it would only take a little time to drive there.

"Go check it out, AR. Call them every five minutes. When you get close, go around and observe." Lanser took a deep breath and looked at Fei Ma beside him. "Maybe they will need your support. After all, a ship that appears here at this time makes people feel a little uneasy."

Lancer shook his head. The ocean routes are full of gold. There are countless people who make a living in this industry. Of course, just like there are robbers on the ground, pirates on the sea are also an equally old profession. Don't believe in any romantic works of literature about pirate life, which are all beautified. The most common form of modern pirates is the Somali pirates, who have only a few people on a boat, and their equipment is not very good, with a few guns and a rocket launcher.

The Black Reef Company where Levi worked occasionally did this, and Locke was abducted onto their ship while he was a pirate.

This kind of looting mode basically controls the crew and then asks the ship owner to pay a ransom. As long as the price is not outrageous, the other party will basically accept the loss. It is not difficult to make millions of dollars at a time and turn a bicycle into a motorcycle.

Of course, the top template of pirates is to drive a Burke-class destroyer that costs hundreds of millions of dollars to rob oil tankers directly, and then sell them for hundreds of millions of dollars in one go, almost making back their investment with just one order.

In most cases, pirates will not harm the crew unless there is a fierce exchange of fire between the two sides. However, for most crew members, the salary is only a few dollars, so there is no need to fight for their lives (of course, not everyone thinks so. A crew member of China Shipping once repelled pirates who had boarded the ship by pulling Molotov cocktails). Therefore, most of the time, once pirates board the ship, that is the beginning of the hands leaving the keyboard, and then just stay there honestly until the boss pays.

But this is the high seas! There are too many evildoers operating under the guise of pirates. Killing and robbing are normal. The worst thing is that some ships are simply not allowed to see the light of day. God knows what is operating on these ships.

So Lancer ordered to keep calling the other party, and then slowly approached. After all, who knows if this is a trap floating on the sea, opening its big mouth and waiting for people to take the bait.

Following Lancer's orders, the Griffin slowly approached the Maryland Mariner. Because it was still within the circle of a strong storm, the ship was still rocking violently.

"Damn it, maybe because I have something to distract me, I feel much better." Lanser sat on the bed, his expression

The mood didn't seem so bad anymore. "Give me the bowl, Chuntian." Lanser took the initiative to stretch out his hand, took the bowl from Chuntian, and gulped down the porridge.

"Who's at the observation post?" Lanser wiped his mouth, took a deep breath, and tried not to pay attention to his churning stomach.

"Hey! Hey! Roar!" SOPII shouted with full energy.

"Are there any lights on the ship?" Lancer asked simply.

"There are lighting and emergency lights in the upper cabin." SOPII observed through the telescope and said.

"Is there a fire?" Lanser frowned. The emergency lights were different in color from the normal lights. But let alone them, even on Lanser's own ship, it was not surprising that some emergency lights were activated in such turbulent sea conditions.

"I didn't see it, but there is no obvious track from their stern." SOPII added a message. Normally, even in the current sea conditions, a moving ship will leave tracks on the sea surface, just of varying sizes.

"Understood, Xiaoteng, can you spare four people to search first?" Lanser took a deep breath. This was indeed not a good situation, but he had to board the ship for a detailed inspection. "John, let the guys get up and control the important parts of the ship first to prevent the other party from having any extra thoughts."

"Okay, I, SOPII, RO635, and M16 will go on board to investigate the situation. AR15 will take over navigation, and Springfield, please go to the lookout." In this situation, John and his men's combat effectiveness would be greatly reduced, but they should have no problem defending the ship.

"I understand, Marco. You are not used to it yet. Take a rest. Nothing may happen. I will call you if something happens." John got up from the bed and glanced at the guys who had already started to pack their clothes. He responded, and a group of strong men picked up their guns and walked out.

1-52 S.H.I.E.L.D.'s Naval Operations

"We're on board!" In the rainstorm, four figures landed on the Maryland Mariner. M4 reported softly, "We're entering the bridge now."

"The door is not locked." M16 approached the door and was stunned when he grabbed the dial. After turning it twice, he pushed the door open and found someone lying not far from the door. When M4 and the other two behind him started to search, M16 squatted down and started to check. "There is a wounded person... He is dead. He has been dead for a short time. He was shot!"

"Yeah! Yeah!" SOPII nodded seriously to RO635 beside him.

RO635 instantly had a bad feeling, and then saw SOPII kick open the half-closed door and jump in! RO635's eyes instantly turned into dead fish eyes.

"Safe! The command cabin is full of corpses! Commander! Be on high alert!" SOPII put down his gun and quickly checked the situation in the command cabin.

"Does the other party have weapons?" Lanser asked simply. This question can almost easily distinguish the identities of both parties. If the other party has a lot of weapons, then it is obvious that the other party is from the same world as himself.

"I didn't see it, but there should have been an exchange of fire." M16 glanced around. It seemed that there were several bullet holes from different positions. Her vision had already simulated the scene of the other party breaking in and opening fire on this person. However, for some reason, the other party had disguised the scene.

"Automatic defense has been activated. Everyone, load your guns and see if we have any special guests." Lancer frowned. They were in the high seas of the Atlantic Ocean. This was not under the jurisdiction of any country, so the matter should be reported to the country of registration of the ship. Springfield had just found out the country of registration of the ship, Panama. Obviously, Panama was not able to govern this place at all. At most, it would just make a record and that was it. There were many unsolved cases in the world, definitely not just this one. "M4!"

"We are already collecting the logbooks and relevant navigation data." Without waiting for Lancer to speak, M4 took the initiative to report his situation. Although if the other party did not cause trouble, Lancer would most likely just report that a ship here was hijacked by unknown persons, and that would be all. Then, this freighter would probably become a ghost ship and drift on the sea with the ocean current for a long time.

"It looks like the other crew member made a final attempt to send an emergency call, but it was too late when they were shot." The RO pulled the navigator over and discovered the other side's struggle. Blood was splattered all over the workbench, and the screens of several devices were broken by bullets. The RO roughly recognized what these devices were. Interestingly, one of them was the same model as the one on the Lancer.

"Many of the other side's crew members were killed in the lounge." M16 checked the crew's quarters and found many corpses.

"What's the status of the warehouse? Is there any surveillance camera to see it?" Lanser was able to basically determine the attack after hearing this, because it was obviously not a normal pirate attack. The pirates wanted money, not the lives of the sailors. This was a raid to silence them. Who was the one who launched this raid? And why?

"The storage medium was shot and the hardware was damaged. We need to bring it back to see what we can read." As a technical expert, SOPII made a quick judgment.

"Okay, give up, check the cargo hold, search for possible survivors, speed up the action, return as soon as possible, two

"One person in a group, be careful." Lanser frowned. This matter was so mysterious that he had no interest in it. He just searched for survivors and came back as soon as possible to avoid any trouble.

"Understood." M4 responded simply. Since the commander had made the judgment, they were not the police, so they would naturally not meddle in other people's business.

"Hmm?" At this time, SOPII, who was passing by the window, seemed to have observed something, "Spring Field, look at the place I pointed out to you, there is something on the sea." Because of the severe storm environment, the howling wind and the sound of huge waves on the sea have basically covered everything, and the only thing left is visual collection. In this regard, humanoids do have advantages that humans cannot match. With a simple comparison, they searched for a block of sea color that looked a little strange.

"A speedboat with an anti-infrared coating, and it's coming directly towards us. This is really interesting." Chuntian raised his rifle and looked at the location pointed out by SOPII through the composite sniper scope. After switching to the thermal sight, Chuntian immediately found the problem, "Commander, requesting permission to fire the remote-controlled machine gun."

"Permission!" Lancer, who was sitting in the bridge, frowned. He was still somewhat uncomfortable. After all, it was a bit like riding a roller coaster for several hours. No one would feel comfortable. But now with high concentration, Lancer was in much better condition.

"Do you need me to fix it?" Fei's mother frowned. She felt sorry for Lancer's forcing himself to stay in the command cabin. Although she also understood that distracting Lancer's attention would make him feel better. At least now Lancer felt that his mind was much clearer, but Fei's mother still felt that Lancer should lie down on the bed and rest, and she could take good care of him.

So these guys who suddenly appeared really made Fei Ma a little angry, and she wanted to solve the problem quickly and efficiently.

"No, this place is too close to the normal route. God knows if people will see something they shouldn't see." Lancer shook his head. The ship of the Fei Ma is not a simple mechanical structure, but two huge mechanical dragons. When these two mechanical dragons began to circle and sweep away the enemy, it could be clearly seen from a long distance. What's more, it was just a small boat, and there was no need to send the Fei Ma out.

"So, sink it?" Chuntian looked at the shadow. The twin-mounted 14.5mm heavy machine gun was also pointing in this direction. Even with Chuntian's picky nature, he felt that the drone turret made by SOPII this time was quite useful.

"I suddenly want to live..." Lanser narrowed his glasses. M4 and his team kept reporting that they had checked the cabin and found that in addition to the dead crew members, some cargo holds on the ship seemed to be opened. M4 and his team didn't know what was inside these opened cargo holds, but two envelopes were opened and the fake credit cards, which should be high-value items, were thrown all over the floor. Lanser recalled the girls. The rest of the matter had nothing to do with them. The other party had obviously set their sights on their ship, so they had to return as soon as possible.

"No, I changed my mind... huh?" Lancer was about to give an order to Springfield to take action and clean up these guys directly when his cell phone suddenly rang. "Sitwell? You called me at this time, what a coincidence."

"It's quite a coincidence indeed. I didn't expect you to be here to get wet in the rain together." Sitwell's voice was a little awkward. "Listen, I'm in the assault boat next to you, so don't get me wrong. I need some help, okay?"

"Springfield, stay alert. After all, now is not a good time to drink with friends. Gather the team, girls, AR15 take them to the restaurant." Lancer frowned, motioned to AR15 next to him, and tapped the headset, "John, go and see if they need anything."

"Understood!" It seemed to be similar to Lancer's situation. After being distracted by something, John felt much better. Holding a HK416C rifle, he walked towards the hatch with another guy, ready to meet up with AR15.

"Commander, we are starting to return." M4's voice sounded in the headset, reporting the status on his side, and Lancer responded.

"Sitwell's boat is on the left, help secure it." Lancer said to M4 and the others. Of course, after securing it, they might have to leave some necessary things on the boat. SOPII was in her team, so they had to install all the positioning beacons and eavesdropping devices.

"Okay, Agent Sitwell, I've made the arrangements. We'll talk about the specific story slowly once you're on board. I've just reported the power-lost ship to the Panamanian authorities, so there shouldn't be any problem." After Lancer finished speaking, he picked up his phone again and spoke briefly. After all, he didn't know Sitwell was here before, so it was just a normal operation to rescue a distressed ship at sea.

"It doesn't matter. We have reported our actions, and you didn't know about it, did you? This is just a normal ship disappearance in this ocean. It's nothing." Sitwell was a little helpless on the phone. Of course, it would be best to keep it confidential, but he didn't expect to run into Lancer here, so he could only hint in words and deeds that Lancer should pretend he didn't see it.

"That's exactly what happened." Lanser nodded. He didn't like trouble.

Since Sitwell said so, he should give him some face. Maybe he would come to him to find new toys from Stark Industries next time. "Speaking of which, have you been too active recently? Why do I run into you guys everywhere?"

"Oh, I heard that the action team led by Hill was almost defeated by you. However, because you only killed Hammerhead and didn't take the thing away, you still managed to complete the recovery mission." Sitwell said helplessly as he looked at the rope ladder thrown down from above.

"What do you mean by falling into my hands? Don't talk nonsense. We didn't shoot at your SHIELD."

"I think someone has something to say."

1-55 Hydra wants to recruit Lancer

"Hit a hard spot? Looks like a mess?" Lancer said as he listened to the report from SOPII in his headphones. The other ship had a touch alarm on the hatch. Although it was very cautious, it still had eavesdropping devices and positioning equipment installed! Then he handed a cigarette to Agent Sitwell in front of him, lit it for him, and then turned around and said, "Bring some clean blankets, Frederick, and a medicine box."

In Fei Ma's space, there are first aid medicines that can basically meet the needs of a thousand-man army in a combat environment for a week. Of course, Lancer basically updates it once every six to nine months, and the updated parts are given to Lao Fang. This old guy has ways to consume them.

"Okay." Fei's mother glanced at AR15 beside her, motioned her to keep a close eye on it, then turned around and went to the next room to get the medicine.

Sitwell and his men climbed up the rope ladder thrown down by AR15, and several people with more serious injuries were lifted up by the crane operated by Springfield. Yes, it was the crane controlled by the remote control platform of the twin 14.5 anti-aircraft machine guns.

The SHIELD agents slowly climbed up the side of the ship, and in the swaying hull, they held onto the side and struggled to move inside. John and his team had already tied a rope and threw it over. They tied it to the guardrail and let the SHIELD agents pull the rope to walk inside. Several unlucky people who were injured were also dangled in front of the warehouse door and pulled in by John and his team.

"We didn't expect that the smugglers had such fierce men at their disposal." Sitwell took a deep puff of his cigarette, then took the small bottle of Erguotou thrown to him by Lancer, because they were going to the Russian (Ermao is also Mao) territory next, and this strong liquor was a very good stepping stone.

Sitwell took two big gulps, then felt the flames flowing through his body, dispelling the coldness from his body, and let out a long sigh, "Wow, this stuff is really powerful!" All the injured SHIELD soldiers received a small bottle of cold-relieving medicine, while the wounded who were laid on the ground and bandaged could only watch with envy on their faces.

"I shouldn't ask, so... can you tell me you're in trouble?" Lanser squinted at a long suitcase cuffed to an agent's hand. Looking at the SHIELD emblem on it, Lanser once again felt that it was just the old sodium crisp logo with the wreath and swastika removed, the old story of a brave man slaying a dragon.

"No, you just need to take us... Can you tell me where you are going?" Sitwell shook his head. This thing had nothing to do with Lancer because it happened quite suddenly. In recent years, there have been a lot of strange things popping up on the earth, and the one they just seized was just one of them. It would be sent back to S.H.I.E.L.D.'s special warehouse for storage.

"I really want to say no. If people see me working with you, my business will be cut by at least 80%. I'm going to Odessa, Ukraine, so you can choose Spain, France, Italy, or Turkey." Lanser shrugged, somewhat helpless. He was ready to use a speedboat to send these unfortunate guys ashore without even docking the ship. Oh, they have their own boat! That's even better. Just let them get off the boat by themselves.

"Spain, I'm in a hurry to go back too." Agent Sitwell made the decision, "Thank you for treating my guys." Sitwell took a look and found that the people who bandaged his guys were not the girls from Lancer. There was a man among John's team members who knew battlefield first aid. Although they couldn't cure very bad situations, they were able to temporarily stabilize the condition of Sitwell's men.

"Okay, have something to eat and drink and go to bed early. John, I'll take them to your room later. It's the one next to the door. It's closer and more convenient. Tell them if they need any help." Lancer reminded John beside him, "And..."

"Before we leave, let's try not to leave the room except for eating, OK?" Sitwell nodded, and then saw the simple meals consisting of various canned foods taken out from the kitchen. He didn't mind, and sat down with his subordinates and began to eat quickly. They needed these foods to provide calories for their bodies that had been exposed to the wind and rain.

"Hey!" SOPII, who had just taken a quick shower and dried herself, appeared beside Lancer. "The basic functions of that boat are still intact. It will only take a day or two to repair it. It would be a pity to just abandon it like that." SOPII said in a low voice. She was confident that with the materials and consumables she had on hand, she could restore the boat to a state where it could operate normally.

"But that was a big problem. Remember, we just called and there was no response from the other party. We circled twice and then left." This is what Lancer had just reported to Panama. No matter what, he was in

In very bad sea conditions, if you have already approached and the other party has not responded, then it is very normal for you to leave. After all, they are already overwhelmed by themselves in such sea conditions. Helping you is a favor, and not helping you is my duty. No one can find fault with you.

"Okay!" SOPII still responded with a smile, "Xiao Tangle, are you online?"

"Commander, I'm in the command cabin. Should we re-implement your previous decision and leave the strong storm as soon as possible?" The diligent M4 has returned to the command cabin. Although M16 next to her was full of complaints, he still accompanied her back to the command cabin. Instead, RO635 was arranged by M4 to come and strengthen the staff around Lancer.