Marvel Space and Time Administration Growth Log

"How can it be so exaggerated..." Lanser rolled his eyes. How could it be possible? He was just unlucky. He was not a bomb maniac who would blow up wherever he went! The next moment, the sound of Brother 16 opening the bag came through.

"Bang, bang, bang!" A burst of crisp and loud gunfire suddenly broke out on the street not far from them. Lanser was stunned and looked in the direction of the gunshots.

"I really don't know whether the commander's luck is so good, or whether what you said is so accurate!" After opening the bag at his feet, Brother 16 took out his own body, pulled the bolt, turned straight to the position behind him, and pointed the muzzle of the gun at the moving figures on the street without hesitation.

The AR15 next to it leaned against the corner and began to observe the situation. The RO635 rushed directly to the position across the street, forming a cross-view and shooting angle with the AR15.

M4 and SOPII beside him opened the bag in Lancer's hand and started to arm Lancer one after another. In the surprised eyes of the stall owner, this small bag included a helmet, tactical goggles, a mask with simple gas filtering capability, a heavy special operations vest, and a tactical vest on the outside. Of course, there were also protective plates on the elbows and knees, and even a layer of lightweight shin guard wrapped in hard engineering plastic on the front of the calf.

All of this equipment was hand-made by SOPII and has been verified in actual combat. Unless Lancer is stubborn enough to go for a large-caliber anti-material rifle, or is targeted by the enemy's machine gunner, Lancer's life can definitely be saved in normal combat.

Thus, with the sound of Velcro being pulled, Lancer quickly transformed from a graceful tourist into a battlefield warrior who seemed ready to launch an assault on a fortress, and his eyes also became sharper in the process.

"Do you look more handsome than before?" Lancer took an M4 with a saddle-shaped drum magazine from Fei Ma who was looking at him. At this time, he was interested in teasing the stall owner who was standing next to him with his mouth wide open, looking confused, "By the way, shouldn't you run away? After all, bullets have no eyes." Lancer gently pulled the bolt while speaking!

Then he fired a burst of bullets into the air. The crisp and powerful sound of the M4 immediately caused a scream. Lancer did this because the gunfire in the distance never stopped. No one knew if a stray bullet would fly over here and randomly pick a poor guy. When the gunfire sounded, the people here very skillfully dropped everything they were doing and quickly hid in the nearest building. Staying on the street where the fight was about to start was like seeking death.

"Let's resolve the matter quickly. Anyway, none of the guys here are innocent." Fei Ma narrowed her eyes slightly, and there was a fierce look in her dark golden pupils. She glanced at Lan Se. The commander was too dangerous.

"Arming is complete, Commander, please be careful." M4 stuffed the last few magazines into Lancer's chest mount. After the first drum was used up, it was time to replace all the magazines. M4 patted it gently, as if to verify that it would not fall off.

"Let's see who fired a gun within 50 meters of us. If we know who it is, we'll break their legs. If we don't know who it is, we'll kill them and throw them into the sea!" Lanser heard the continuous gunfire not far away becoming clearer, and it seemed to have moved to the street. He frowned. Is this how the gunfight is? He had completely forgotten that the last time he massacred the South Americans, it was far more excessive than what he saw now.

"Break his legs! Break his legs!" SOPII shouted loudly on the side, obviously very happy with Lancer's decision.

"Little Tangle, inform John and the others that the vacation is over early!" Lancer made a further decision. The retreat route must be preserved. As long as the transport ship is there, they will always be free to move forward and backward. After all, most organizations do not have the ability to pursue across the sea.

Even if there are, most of them are just helicopters. There are more than a dozen SAM-7 individual air defense missiles on the ship, and there is also a twin 14.5 anti-aircraft machine gun disguised as a crane operating table (the magical SOP2 really did it, allowing it to operate the crane at ordinary times). Unless it is a few military helicopters, otherwise it is a happy delivery.

"Understood!" M4 nodded, and the notification message was immediately sent to the other party's mobile phone. But soon she said to Lancer, "They are already heading towards the ship, Commander."

"Springfield defenders, AR15 hold down, M4 and RO support, SOP flank, 16 brother push forward!" Lancer ordered loudly, and then a group of people immediately dispersed and took action. Fei Ma ran behind Lancer. She was only responsible for protecting the commander. After all, if she took action, some areas of the city would probably disappear.

"I've been waiting to hear this!" The one-eyed brother 16 showed a crazy smile on his face, turned around and charged forward neatly, while AR15 and RO635 followed him at his side.

"There are only two targets!" He threw out a cheap drone bought from Taobao for less than 100 yuan, and immediately

As a result, SOPII directly found a little girl holding an M1918 Browning automatic rifle and firing wildly. "Ah, a little girl? This... seems a little young."

"Is it a gang fight?" Lanser didn't understand what SOPII said and frowned. He instinctively didn't want to get involved in such a mess. Who knows what kind of mess it is? If he gets entangled, he might offend his clients, or potential clients, for no reason. "Tsk, there's no way to settle this account. I'm going to lose money."

"Commander, they seem to have captured one of Balalaika's men." M4 added quickly. Almost everyone had one or several of these cheap drones. Although the camera clarity was not high, it was enough to observe the battlefield situation. Moreover, with the SOP modification, the 100 grams of extra explosives might not be able to blow up an armored vehicle, but it was definitely enough to blow up a room full of unlucky people.

"Hmm? Save him. Balalaika will owe us a favor!"

"To kill, or not to kill?"

"Balailaika will surely wish to take matters into her own hands and knock their weapons off their feet!"

"Ming... Hey! You two! Leave one for me!"

"There are only two goals."

1-4 Dogfight in the mud

"Ding!" The sound of the bullet hitting metal. The 1903×7.62mm rifle bullet fired from the M63 Springfield rifle hit the body of the Browning automatic rifle, bringing such a huge impact force that the little girl almost couldn't hold the gun.

"Hey!" The girl was obviously stunned for a moment and tried to change direction, but the bullets that came immediately changed her mind. She knew very well that the other party was showing mercy now. If she insisted, the only result would be being shot into a sieve. "Where did this big sister come from? She is such a good shot! Do you want to join the dance without being invited?"

"Ding! Ding! Ding!" The axe in the hand of the young man who was pulling a Russian on the other side was in a similar situation. The axe head and handle were hit by bullets. He immediately lost his hold on it, and the axe flew out and was nailed to the door.

"What's going on!" The two boys/girls looked at each other and realized that a third party had joined the fight and the situation was no longer under their control. They immediately abandoned the person in front of them, jumped into a nearby car and ran away. The girl even had time to turn around and yelled, "Ladies who just came over, the party is over, see you later~"

"What the hell is this?" Lancer, who was fully armed but hadn't fired a single shot, stood behind with a strange expression on his face. "Don't chase him. Chuntian, use the first aid kit to stop his bleeding. Brother Sixteen, check the situation inside. If there's anyone alive, shout, Xiao Tangled, call Balalaika and give it to me."

"Wow!" M16 walked in sideways, holding his gun. "Tsk, tsk, it's a bit exaggerated in there!"

The Browning automatic rifle, which used 1903×7.62mm rifle bullets and was exactly the same as the M63 rifle in Springfield's hand, was used freely to wash the entire bar in blood. The blood on the ground was soaked with bullet shells, broken glass and other debris. When the M16 military boots stepped on it, the crisp sound of broken glass was heard.

"Yes!" M4 took out his cell phone, flipped his hand, and the call was already made. He handed it to Lanser, "Dialed!"

"Lance? Why didn't you see Kotyarev? He should be waiting for you directly at the dock. Where did you go to drink again?" Balalaika's voice was full of strange doubts.

"I'm at... Damn, the sign is smashed. Anyway, it's in front of a bar. He must be one of your people!" Lanser put the phone close to the head of the Russian who was still gasping for breath and receiving emergency bleeding control by Springfield.

"Captain Balalaika! It's me, Menisov, Sakharov is dead..." Menisov, whose legs were shattered by the Browning automatic rifle, spoke quickly in Russian while gritting his teeth. But it was meaningless. With M4 by his side, the simultaneous interpretation was completed immediately. Balalaika probably reported some specific situations first.

"What!" Balalaika yelled angrily! She jumped up and knocked over the swivel chair behind her. After a simple curse, she quickly asked a series of questions in Russian, and Menisov also responded quickly.

"I have finished explaining what I need to say. Your people are seriously injured. I think I have finished explaining what I need to say. My people are trying to save him. It should not be difficult to keep him alive in the short term. Send your people to take him to the hospital immediately." Lanser saw that the other party had stopped talking and Balalaika was talking in the receiver. He picked up the phone and said quickly, "I have chased them away. They seem to be two little guys. I don't know if there are other assistants."

"Thank you very much! I will always remember this kindness. I will help you contact the batch of goods you want, don't worry!" Balalaika said this immediately, and by the way, finalized the matter of a batch of infantry fighting vehicles that Lancer had previously proposed to purchase in bulk. There was no way. The armored vehicles in Europe and the United States were expensive and difficult to serve. A group of illiterate soldiers could not handle them at all. They needed some simple and sturdy things. Even the big buyers, the CIA and the US military, had to admit this.

Of course, the more important thing is that such junk makes it easier for them to make money. The seller sells second-hand goods, and the price here is calculated according to the price of new goods. The CIA

It's just a matter of time, and then the Pentagon bureaucrats add a little more, and everyone gets the benefit. Anyway, for those who are supported, these are all free stuff, what else can they choose? When they get it, they are guaranteed to be able to open it, and all the weapons can be fired!

This is all business. If the Americans were willing, Lancer would have wanted to run to a certain Eastern superpower and directly steal their inventory. They are also updating their equipment, right? Those old gadgets that have been replaced can still be sold in the international market. Lancer is very interested in picking up some "junk" items from the warehouse of a quasi-superpower.

"You're welcome. I'll wait for your good news." Lanser hung up the phone. He was willing to do this favor, so what other reason could there be? Then he lit a cigarette for Menisov to cheer him up.

"Commander, something seems to be wrong." M4 tilted his head and whispered in the communication, "I heard a communication nearby reporting that the attack failed."

Lancer said nothing. He stood up and patted M4 on the shoulder. "Don't think too much. Balalaika's people should be on their way. She will take over the rest. I don't think Ms. Balalaika would want us to take over."

"I understand." M4 nodded and said seriously that Lancer's meaning was very clear. This was not their trouble. Someone must be targeting Balalaika.

However, Lancer, who knew the plot, actually understood that he had been involved in this mess from the very beginning. If nothing unexpected happened, the weapons and equipment purchased by the Italians from him were intended to be used against the Russians. And now, Lancer and the others could not say more, otherwise they would violate the most basic business rules.

"Commander, the car is coming!" RO635 saw an ambulance coming towards them, followed by several cars. The speed was not slow and they seemed to be in a hurry. On the other side, M16, who had retreated from the hotel, also looked at the street. Springfield on the side helped Menisov stop the bleeding from his wound and lit a cigarette for him. Menisov leaned against a car on the side of the road, smoking one cigarette after another without saying a word.

"Stop the car, check the vehicles behind, and stay alert. It may not be New York, but girls, we have been involved in a dogfight between gangs, so cheer up." Lancer pressed the microphone on his throat and made a judgment, but he also knew that even if he didn't say it, the girls would remain highly alert.

"But this little girl's shooting is really rude. How many bullets are wasted." Looking at the bullet shells everywhere in the bar, Fei Ma glanced at the situation inside the hotel and complained about the other party's waste of bullets. After all, she was used to the shooting skills of her own girls who could kill a bunch of unlucky guys with one magazine. Now looking at the bullet shells on the ground, she really couldn't get used to it (New York Gangsters, thank you).

"Obviously... it's just for killing." Lanser shook his head. Although many people would say that the twins were so pitiful, in a sense, their experience was indeed miserable, but they really deserved to die! Levi, who also crawled out of the mud, saw this more clearly than Locke. Those who deserved to die had to die anyway, so there was no need to feel sorry for them.

"It looks like there will be gunfire everywhere starting tonight." Lancer watched RO635 stop the ambulance. Kotyarev stuck his head out of the car behind and shouted to identify himself. Only then did RP635 signal the ambulance to move forward.

As soon as the car stopped, the doctor and the nurse jumped out of the car. They didn't say a word or ask any more questions. They just did a quick check. Chuntian's bandaging technique was very good, so there was no need to worry about the wound getting infected.

"Be prepared." After Kotyarev got out of the car, he glanced at Menisov, took out a gun from his waist and wanted to rush in, but Lancer held him down. "My people have searched the place, and there are no survivors."

"Huh..." Kotyarev understood what Lancer meant. His comrade was already dead, but he still shrugged his shoulders, shook off Lancer's hand, and walked straight in. Not long after, he heard a roar like a wounded beast coming from inside.

"The other side fired at least four magazines, and the people in the store didn't even have time to pull out their pistols. However, the man named Sakharov was hacked to death with an axe." Brother 16 came over and gave a brief report on the situation inside.

"Axe, tsk, he looks like not only a madman, but also a pervert." Lancer shook his head. After seeing Kotyarev coming out, Lancer sighed and said to him, "The most important thing for you now is to protect your brother to the hospital and prevent him from hunting you down again. On the way, try to find out the characteristics of the opponent and point out the opponent for you to take revenge on."

"...Thank you!" Kotyarev nodded, took the AK handed over by Lancer, and got into the ambulance along with the doctors and nurses who had carried Menisov into the car. At the same time, he called Balalaika to report his itinerary.

"Okay, let's not worry about them. Let's hurry back to the ship. The Balalaika has started to erupt like a volcano." Lancer shook his head and led the way to where their vehicles were parked. Lancer didn't plan to join the battle. Bullets also cost money, okay? Although it is said that arms dealers have endless bullets, why should they treat things that can be sold as commodities as consumables?

“John

They have returned to the ship and confirmed that there are no problems. "M4 reported a new situation in the communication. She had seen these guys on the camera. After they arrived on the ship, they immediately opened their personal weapon cabinets and took out their weapons and equipment to arm themselves. At this time, some guys had already climbed up to the lookout.

"Commander, there's a phone call!" SOPII next to him suddenly shouted.

"Oh?" Lancer glanced at his phone. It was Balalaika calling. "Hello, Ms. Balalaika, I'm just about to leave. What's going on?"

"How about we make a deal? I'll pay for all the expenses if I stop for one more day?"

"It seems like you wouldn't believe me even if I promised not to bring anyone else. So there has to be some benefit in asking me to stay one more day."

"You'll get it."

"make a deal."

1-5 The correct way to collect debts from a deadbeat

"What do you mean? You've got the goods, but you're not going to pay the balance?" Lanser and his men had just driven back to the ship when they heard some great news that made Lanser so angry. The Italians told him vaguely that they had checked the arms he had sent and they were pretty good! But they were not going to pay the remaining balance.

"That's what I mean, yellow monkey, you've been involved in something you shouldn't have been involved in! Bastard, you're lucky you ran away!" The rough voice was full of contempt and disdain. It was obvious that he felt more confident after getting this batch of arms. "Next time you set foot in Ronapura, be careful! Don't walk on the road and get shot to pieces!" After saying this, he hung up the phone.

“Oh my god!” Lanser looked at the phone in his hand and was so happy. What kind of year is this? He actually encountered political correctness?! Hey, you yellow monkey?! You have guts! “John…”

"Boss, you have to let us go out and have some fun. We can't always be the ones watching the boat." John complained first. Although Lancer was a generous boss and it was very easy for them to follow Lancer, every time there was extra money to be made, it was not their turn. This made them very dissatisfied. The boss spent a lot of money to equip them, and they trained very hard during normal times, but why was it not their turn to make money? ! This is not fair!

"Okay, 16, SOPII, you go with them and work hard." Lancer sighed. It seemed that because his girls were relatively good at fighting and had a bit of bellicosity, Lancer let his girls fight in most events. But since his family member John wanted to work so much, then let him go. "Remember, you are going to ask for money. It's okay as long as you get the money back. I don't care about the people."

M16 and SOPII heard Lancer calling their names, they stood up, grabbed their bags, and briefly counted the ammunition inside; they threw them behind their backs, said hello to Lancer, and went out to do their business.

"Okay! Boss! Just wait!" John slammed the table excitedly. The reason why the boss didn't want to let them go up was really very simple. They couldn't beat the group of women around the boss, even the one who looked the most harmless, the black-haired girl who followed the boss and looked very gentle, they couldn't beat her.

Regarding this understanding, Lanser could only say, "How dare you use the strongest person as a standard to measure your own strength? This is really courting death."

"Frederick the Great, are you willing to go?" After putting down the communicator, Lancer suddenly looked at Frederick the Great, who was sitting on the sofa next to him and watching a new drama barefoot.

"No, they are adults and don't need anyone to watch them." Fei's mother, who was holding a tablet, shook her feet lazily towards Lansher. Her plump thighs wrapped in black stockings shook slightly, making an alluring sway. She looked at Lansher lazily.

"We are going to get our goods back. These guys won't unpack and distribute all our stuff so quickly. Since they don't intend to pay, don't we have to get it back?" Lansher said helplessly. Apart from himself, no one else had the intention to do so.

"Hmm~~" Fei's mother responded with a lack of motivation. She was not interested in these guys because they were weak.

"Shall I buy you a new dress?" Lansher came closer to Fei Ma, put his arms around her waist, and began to try to give her a little motivation in a flattering manner.

"Oh? Is it just a skirt?" Fei Ma looked at Lan Se with her eyes moving, put her legs on Lan Se's legs, and twisted her body at the same time to better show her perfect figure to Lan Se. It was obvious that Fei Ma was very interested in cleaning the gun.

"Dear, if you keep talking, I'll have to do it myself!" Lanser hugged Fei Ma, saying that if you don't agree, I'll have to do it myself. After kissing Fei Ma's face, he quickly got up. Fei Ma was really good at it. If he doesn't get up again, he won't have to consider other things. Then Brother 16 will come up and kick the bed and curse! Commander, you are working on the big battleship upstairs, and we are blowing the wind downstairs. What are you doing?

"Little bastard~ You can act like a spoiled child here as much as you want." Will Fei's mother let Lancer go? She stood up with a smile on her face, hugged him, and the pressure of the battleship! The little brother stood up immediately.

"Commander, if we don't count the Italian order, our revenue this month is slightly lower than the same period last year." M4 showed Lancer the panel in his hand.

, the one who came up to act as a light bulb was not Brother Sixteen, but M4. M4 knocked on the door and was greeted with Fei Ma's death stare, and couldn't help but shrink his neck.

Lancer really didn't guess wrong. M16 was actually urging him to come forward, so as the captain who was squeezed out, M4 had no choice but to come forward. Sure enough, Fei Ma rolled her eyes at him, interrupting the commander's coquetry. M4, you are great! She made a face at Lancer, smacked him on the face, and then she lifted her hair and pushed the door open to leave.

"You..." Lanser rolled his eyes. Although his girls didn't fight, and didn't mind fighting together occasionally, they were always competing with each other. Fei Ma had the advantage of terrain today. Was clothing important? How could she be short of this? The commander had already loaded the gun. How could Fei Ma have a good face for a humanoid who did bad things?

"..." M4 pursed her lips and said nothing. What could she do when her teammates pushed her out to take the blame? She could only let Lancer rub her little face into a ball, "My old sishu (I'm telling the truth)."

"Louder~" Lanser rubbed the ground harder with a wicked smile.

RO635 at the side covered her forehead and began to smile bitterly. The commander was addicted to bullying their captain. If their skin was not made with the most advanced biotechnology and was no different from that of a real person, they would have been rubbed off a layer of oily skin by the commander.

AR15 was somewhat envious, but if the commander targeted her... she would probably find a hole to crawl into right away because of social demise.

"Okay." Lancer let go of M4, whose face was slightly red from being rubbed, and took the tablet. "Let me see..." He took a quick glance, because Lancer's order was a bit big. If the payment period of the Russian bear in the north was a little longer, they might really become a lot poorer. But fortunately, this time, the Italians seemed to be willing to help make up for it. No matter where this matter was thrown, Lancer was right.

Just kidding, it's the arms dealer's fault. Although Lancer knows that the Italians are probably very angry, even to the point of wanting to kill people, and if this is the plot, there is no doubt that the air in Ronapura is not as peaceful as it seems on the surface. It's not an exaggeration to say that it's full of gunpowder. No wonder Dutch planned to go out for a walk and avoid it when he got the chance. This damn place is so hot that you can be choked by gunpowder dust even when walking on the road.

The Italians themselves probably didn't expect that Lancer would come in at this time to deliver the goods. If the news got out, they would definitely become the target of public criticism. In addition, Lancer seemed to have ruined their operation, which made them a little angry. So the Italians made a crazy decision and simply refused to pay the debt! Since you are almost dead, I will give you a ride!

Lancer thought about it briefly, then frowned and dialed a number. Not long after he put the phone to his ear, he heard Balalaika's voice again.

"Lance? I'm busy now, very busy, so if you have anything to say, can you please wait a while?" Balalaika's tone was very bad. Someone openly killed people in the store they were guarding. She was furious. Someone killed her, Balalaika.

"Just two simple sentences." Lanser was not in a good mood to talk properly, but he had given the notice anyway.

"Those Italian bastards owe me a huge sum of money for goods, and my people have gone to collect it. How about you and a few other big guys lend a hand and repay me for this favor?" Lanser said lightly.

"Oh?" Balalaika's eyes narrowed instantly. Although Lancer didn't seem to say anything during this call, he had already revealed many things.

The Italians owed Lancer a large sum of money for goods, and the amount was so large that Lancer had to send people to forcibly collect the money.

Although Lancer claimed to be just a shipping company most of the time, damn, have you ever seen a shipping company with as many guns as him! If this guy is not compared with those white gloves at the national level, he is already a quasi-first-tier arms dealer.

So, the Italians bought a lot of arms during this period, but they were unwilling to pay. Hey, who did Lancer save today? Ah~ her Balalaika's people! Looks like the case has been solved! Who caused all this chaos, and who was the target? As for the evidence? It doesn't matter to them. After Lancer solves the problem, what will happen next? Everyone will know it at a glance.

"It's just a favor, but should I say thank you?" There was a chill in Balalaika's voice.

"No need, just say hello for me. After all, you seem a little nervous lately. If this is made a mistake, it will be troublesome, right?" Lanser said simply. This favor still has to be used. After all, Lanser and his friends' way of collecting debts is very simple and crude!

If you don’t pay, you’ll die!

"That's not a problem. I'll notify the others now."

"Thank you!"

"If you can, give that guy a life!"

"It depends on his luck."

1-6 Is this what you call a little "firecracker"?

"What's the situation outside?" Perhaps because he swallowed Lancer's money, or perhaps because the killer he hired was out of control, the head of the Italian Mafia, Bellocchio, now had a very bad face. Lancer was well-known among the arms dealers in this area. His asking price was not high, but he was reliable. It was because of this kind of thing that he

Asked Lancer for a batch of arms.

Unexpectedly, his killers started to lose control so quickly, and the arms they brought arrived together with the Russians' goods! This was really out of the question, and he didn't dare to take it! If he was unlucky and ran into the Russians directly, wouldn't they just take out their weapons and equipment and fight in the warehouse of the Black Lagoon Chamber of Commerce?

But recent events have doubled their pressure. All the gangs in this city are looking for these two wanton killers like crazy. They can only act like thieves and sneakily take back the guns before the Russians can react, otherwise they will be very uncertain.

"Yes..." A younger brother nearby picked up the walkie-talkie at hand, quickly picked up the walkie-talkie and started calling the guys who were waiting outside, asking if there were any problems.

The Italian Mafia leader Bellocchio had a headache on his face. The matter had become increasingly serious. He refused to pay Lancer for the goods, partly because he might have to risk his life next. He had to save enough money for his men's medical expenses and funeral expenses. After all, there were no such foolish and stubborn guys who would risk their lives for the gang. The so-called underworld war was all about money. He wanted money, a lot of money, even though doing so would definitely offend Lancer, and Lancer's revenge on him was almost inevitable, but he could not care about it now.