Marvel Space and Time Administration Growth Log

"You're absolutely right. I don't want to stay on this kind of roller coaster for even a second." Lancer laughed as he looked at the SHIELD agent who was hit in the face by a can of braised pork. "Don't worry, buddy. Our seawater desalination and rainwater collection systems are very efficient, so we have plenty of fresh water on board. You can take a hot bath before going to bed." He smiled friendly at the group of slightly embarrassed agents.

"Keep an eye on these guys. I guess they came close because they found out it was my ship. Otherwise, guess what would happen if it was an ordinary civilian ship!" Lancer turned his head and kissed RO635, then whispered in her ear. The world is so big, and you have to take care of everything. Where can you find so much free time to worry about? So Lancer didn't bother to care about what the idiots in SHIELD were doing, as long as they didn't get in his way.

But this does not mean that Lanser did not notice that these guys had bad intentions at the beginning. After all, if they were just looking for something, they could have infiltrated and quietly taken the things and left. The current bad sea conditions were the best cover. But look at what they did, they rushed in directly and slaughtered the entire ship. There must be some deadly secrets here, otherwise there is really no need to make things like this.

The sudden appearance of his ship would definitely attract the attention of the SHIELD agents. They had just fought a hard battle, and they were obviously on edge. And it was obvious that they were not a group of agents with much moral standards. What choice would they make at this time? Reveal their identities? No, these were all troublesome. At this point, all the SHIELD agents seemed to be very skeptical. It should be the special influence brought to them by their director. They would naturally choose to keep things secret.

If you want to keep it secret, only the dead won’t speak!

So why did Sitwell and his group of agents come over without saying a word? Although they knew the rules and didn't bring guns when they boarded the ship, according to the photos that SOPII showed Lancer, there were plenty of weapons in their dock.

"Yeah!" RO635 nodded, then suddenly shrank his neck! With a wicked look on his face, he glared at Lancer who blew air into his neck in public! This bad guy!

"Hahaha!" Lancer laughed, then said hello to Sitwell and prepared to leave the restaurant. Although the ship's turbulence was still very severe, it had improved significantly. It was obvious that the Griffin was gradually moving away from the core area of ​​the storm. So Lancer wanted to go back and have a good rest now.

"Lance, can we chat for a minute?" Sitwell and his core subordinates looked at each other, then stood up and talked to Lancer. "It won't take much time."

"Okay." Lanser gestured to a corner of the restaurant, which was relatively quiet and no one would come to disturb him. "Tell me, what do you want?"

"You should understand that sometimes we are a little... helpless." Agent Sitwell said in a tone that sounded quite sincere. "Due to someone's reasons, the first phase of this operation was almost on the verge of collapse."

"So it's still my fault?" Lanser sneered. When he was attacked, these bastards kept silent, pretending that they didn't know. But when he started to fight back, one by one, they tipped off Lanser and took advantage of the action he was about to launch. If he hadn't happened to run into them that day, maybe SHIELD would have helped Lanser get famous.

"Do you know how much trouble you have caused to everyone? If you disappear, many people will be very happy, so don't be surprised why you have no friends around you." Sitwell did not hide anything and said bluntly that if Lancer died, S.H.I.E.L.D. would definitely open champagne, if nothing else.

"So in order to prevent you from celebrating happily, I must live well." Lanser said with a smile. Who doesn't know the art of talking nonsense?

"Heh... one day you will understand that this world still needs order. If there is no order, you guys who play by the rules may be the first to perish."

“I look forward to such a world.”

1-56 Searching for the missing commander

"Click, click, click!" The dense high heels tapped the ground, but the high heels marched in the neat pace of an army, which was also a strange feeling.

Chkalov, standing in front of the instrument, looked back and then focused his attention on the instrument in front of him. "I should have said that I don't want anyone to bother me when I'm doing experiments.

! Obviously you will not be the exception! "

"More than three years have passed, and every time you report there is no progress. Do you think we can accept this?" Tirpitz stepped forward and stared at Chkalov, who seemed to be busy.

"I'll say it again, I don't want anyone to bother me when I'm busy! There will be a progress report every week." Chkalov's eyes still did not leave the instrument in front of him, and his hands were recording something quickly.

"How long will it take?" Tirpitz looked at Chkalov in front of him, "The commander has been missing for so long, we must find him!"

"If you think I'm joking, you can just do it yourselves! Oh, by the way, your fireworks last week were really beautiful." Chkalov, who seemed to have a bad temper, wanted to give a stab to the iron-blooded woman who broke into his laboratory, so he simply revealed her past.

Ever since the commander disappeared from the harbor, the entire harbor has been going crazy. Although a unified organization has used its resources to build Chkalov's research laboratory, each organization has built their own laboratories based on their own situations, intending to find the commander in their own way.

"You..." Several iron-blooded ship girls stepped forward indignantly, clenched their fists and tried to reason.

"So there is still no progress?" Bismarck raised his hand to stop the girls behind him from getting restless, and asked the person in front of him very calmly.

"If the secrets of time, space, and even dimensions were so easy to solve, we should have wiped out the damn Sirens long ago!" Chkalov watched his experiment fail again, and calmly put down the board in his hand, "Now, I say it again, get out of my laboratory!"

"Our experiment has indeed failed, so we will leave one person to help you, okay?" Bismarck was not angry. Everyone hoped to welcome the commander back as soon as possible. This had nothing to do with the White Eagle, Iron Blood, Sakura Empire, the Northern Union, the Free Iris and the Vichy Church. As long as they could support the relevant research on their own, they were all concentrating on studying this. No one wanted to pin their hopes on others.

"Whatever, but I will kick out the useless person who can't help at all." Chkalov started the next round of research without looking back. A row of Rubik's Cubes were slowly sent into the experimental cabin. If Lancer was here, he would probably have a myocardial infarction immediately.

"Regensburg, you will follow Chkalov's orders from today on. Your top priority is to find the commander as soon as possible. We are sorting out all the equipment that can be used and will deliver it to you immediately." Bismarck quickly gave the order, "If you have any needs, Chkalov, you can also notify me directly. We will be responsible for getting these things."

"That's thoughtful. I'll send this girl to inform you." Chkalov shook his head and glanced at Regensburg next to him. "Do you understand the equipment? There aren't many space-time equipment. Can I leave the fine-tuning to you?"

"Hmph, I am a superior. Although you have done a good job, I must make you understand that the commander will return because of me!" Regensburg raised his head and said proudly.

At this moment, all the tough girls felt a little embarrassed.

"Hmm? Okay, I hope you work harder!" Chkalov didn't dislike such a girl at all. On the contrary, who doesn't have a little arrogance when doing scientific research? And this way, the little girl has made up her mind. Is she stubborn? It's good to be stubborn! When she is ordered around, she will make up her mind. This will definitely improve efficiency a lot.

"Then I wish you good luck!" Bismarck nodded, then turned and left. The group of iron-blooded girls looked at each other and followed Bismarck.

"Except for Chkalov, the guys from Sakura Empire have obviously made some breakthroughs. Why don't they make them public?" Ulrich von Hutten said somewhat anxiously. Two days ago, when Iron Blood's own laboratory was trying to increase energy output to obtain some key data, the instrument overloaded and exploded, which suddenly increased the distance between them and the commander. For a while, the entire Iron Blood was quite desperate.

After inspection, when it was determined that the main instruments were damaged and could not be repaired in a short time, Bismarck made a decision: abandon all his plans, invest all resources in Chkalov, who was suspected to have reached the substantive stage, and directly send his own personnel to confirm the intelligence.

"Then we have to fight first. The commander doesn't want to hear about our civil war, and those big foxes are indeed trying to find the commander in their own way." Bismarck sighed, "For me, the result is good, everything is good! First of all, we must ensure the safety of the commander. As for who will protect it, it is not a big problem. Frederick the Great and the commander are missing together! Please believe in Frederick the Great's ability." Bismarck's eyes flickered. To be honest, Ulrich von Hutten's suggestion made her very excited. "And Chkalov recently contacted Binjiang of Donghuang..."

"Oh~" a charming voice appeared at the corner, "Who do you want to fight? Dear Iron-Blooded Leader, Sir Bismarck, which big fox is so lucky?" The Sakura Empire battleship was full, ah, no, Akagi squinted his eyes and looked at the large group of Iron-Blooded ship girls in front of him, "Hehe, but at least we have roughly thought of it.

Let’s go together.”

"Hmm?" Bismarck frowned and looked at the group of people. Then Bismarck's eyes went straight to Mingshi who was being carried by Kaga like a chicken. "It seems that you have figured out something?" Bismarck pushed his military cap and looked at Akagi across from him. Not many people came with her. Bismarck felt that the Sakura Empire might not have reached a complete consensus. At least Musashi, one of the strongest fighters in the Sakura Empire, was not there.

"No, I didn't figure it out, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't figure it out, but I knew that doing this would help me find my commander faster, so I did it!" Akagi said softly, "But I really didn't expect that His Excellency Bismarck would be such a courageous person. I thought you were still over there trying to clean up your little secrets today!"

"Things that are gone are no longer secrets." Bismarck stopped his sisters who were unwilling to accept the news and said lightly, "Besides, Chkalov inside is not in a good mood. Are you sure you want to go in like this?"

"Don't bother with that." Akagi waved at Bismarck and walked away.

"I don't like these guys. I never did." Count Zeppelin looked at the departing Sakura Empire crowd, her eyes full of dissatisfaction. In the absence of the commander, she was filled with anxiety. "This is the second time today that I almost deployed the ship's armor. Why not just destroy it?"

"Because it's not the right time yet. If they can help make all this successful, it will be considered a help. In this way, only the White Eagle and the Royal are still conducting their own experiments independently. I hope their experiments can also be successful." Bismarck took a deep breath, "I hope everything goes well. The commander must... return safely!" Bismarck shook his head slightly irritably, turned around and left with his sisters.

"Bang..." The door of the laboratory was knocked open again.

"Crack!" The pen in Chkalov's hand was crushed. "Am I too easy to talk to in normal times? People come to disturb me one by one!" The furious Chkalov directly unfolded his ship suit. A bone-chilling cold air erupted in the entire laboratory. A huge metal scorpion was behind her, and its open claws seemed to be ready to attack the enemy at any time.

"Oh~ It seems that the conversation with Lord Bismarck just now was not a happy one." Akagi covered his mouth and smiled widely, then gestured to the people around him and threw the Ming stone over, "I just came to give you a helper, I wish you all the best!"

Kaga, who was standing next to Akagi, immediately threw the tea stone in his hand over. The tea stone rolled into a ball and rolled over until it was stopped by Chkalov's foot.

"Goodbye~" After delivering the express, Akagi turned around and left. Why waste time if there is no agreement? Now everything depends on finding the commander as the first priority.

"Regensburg, lock the door of the laboratory, whoever breaks in again..." Chkalov put away his ship suit, picked up the tea stone on the ground, and then pressed it in front of an instrument.

"Just crush them!" Regensburg, who was busy just now, was obviously very angry about his experiment being interrupted.

"I'm glad we can reach an agreement. Now, if you don't get up and keep working efficiently, I'll tie you to a 1000LB bomb and throw you back to your dormitory area in Sakura Empire!" Chkalov looked at Mingshi who was still pretending to be dead. "And the commander has been calling you a profiteer, so I think he can accept non-combat casualties, right!"

"Oh! Don't come over! I will work hard! Meow!" Mingshi, who was frightened, immediately pounced on the operating table.

"Humph! Since the failure just now was due to overload, let's start with one-tenth of the energy and pay attention to the space-time anchor point data! Mingshi, I don't want to say it a second time!"

"Nah! Got it! Meow!"

1-57 They are having a barbecue party!

"This guy is finally gone! He's such a nasty guy!" SOPII tilted her head and looked at the small speedboat that was lowered. "Commander, if we open fire now, they will have nowhere to hide! And no one will know it was us! How about we do it? This boat is pretty good! And the thing in their hands has a very high energy index! Let's grab it! Let's grab it!"

SOPII was shaking Lancer's arm as if she was asking for a new lipstick of the season. Even the double-barreled unmanned turret she made herself turned around spontaneously, with the two hidden gun muzzles pointing at the SHIELD speedboat.

"No." Lanser shook his head. If they wanted to kill them, they would have done it on the first day they boarded the ship. At that time, the reason was ready. Who allowed you to board the ship, you bad guys? Did I agree? Haven't you heard of the Castle Law of the United States of America? I was acting in reasonable self-defense!

But now, after sailing for several days, Lancer would never believe that there was no positioning equipment on the SHIELD's stuff. Now they were taking action, and he was on the sidelines. What's the difference between this and surrendering?

"The Stark family's equipment is not easy to get, but Sitwell in front of us still has some means. We need such a way." Lancer curled the corners of his mouth. Among his clients, Lancer really didn't know how many were... Hydra. At least among the people he had met, the bosses of Hydra were all generous ones.

"

Well..." SOPII morale assessment: plummeting.

"Anyway, now that these guys are gone, we can relax a little bit!" Lanser said with a smile. When these guys got off the boat, Lanser suddenly felt that the sky looked bluer. For Lanser, the Griffin was like their own home. When Sitwell and his men were on the boat, Lanser felt like they were guests at home. They were acquaintances, but they were a little strange. But with strangers at home, it was not very comfortable.

"Is there any meat in the cold storage? Come out now, we're going to make a barbecue." Lanser said to SOPII, who cheered and ran away.

"So... you're still having a headache?" Fei's mother leaned against Lancer and whispered, "Everyone has seen your struggle, so SOPII is frantically advising you to just kill yourself. Anyway, we don't do business with Stark Industries, so we'll only make a little more income at most. There's no need to hesitate. Although I can't reach the machine gun tower now, I can use the ship equipment."

"No, I'm not worried about this matter. Essentially, it's not about money." Lanser buried his head in the hollow of his arms, and then was carried away by Fei's mother.

"Be good! What is that? If you want to act coquettishly, now's a good opportunity~" Fei's mother touched Lan Se's head with a smile.

"Maybe it's the little conscience I have left." Lancer, who was being held by Fei Ma and a little suffocated, said with a wry smile. Yes, it has been a long time since I mentioned this word, my conscience. A long time ago, I was no longer qualified to say this word in this industry, but today, looking at the SHIELD, no, to be more precise, Hydra agent Sitwell, who kept showing goodwill to me.

When facing Sitwell's deception, Lancer felt the huge temptation even though he knew what kind of person was recruiting him. He almost agreed. Hydra is a thing that doesn't need to be washed. These guys go to hell. The devil must be shocked by their evil deeds and then consider abdicating.

Listening to the conditions he explicitly and implicitly stated, it would be a lie for Lancer to say that he was not tempted. There was no doubt that, although it was a goal set inexplicably, Lancer decided that he would fight against an enemy who controlled time. Lancer now had no direction at all. The only method he could think of was the dumbest way to use time to fight against time. As for the route that had already been determined, the only way for Lancer was to become a walker on the timeline as well.

Just like tanks fighting tanks in World War II, you can also become the master of time! Fight with Kang the Conqueror, the master of time, on the entire timeline.

To accomplish all this, Lancer needs money, resources, equipment, and many other things, and these things can only be called his own if they are in his own hands!

So be a good person and then get pointed at with a gun? No~ I choose to be the one holding the gun and make others become good!

"So, you don't regret it, right?!" Fei Ma gently laid on Lancer's shoulder. Lancer's somewhat fierce expression was reflected in her dark golden pupils. A smile appeared on her face. Yes, her commander was confused, but he quickly adjusted himself and became firm again. This was her commander.

"Commander, adjust your mindset. Fly the drone back. There's no need." Springfield put down the telescope and said softly. It wasn't just SOPII who wanted to kill these SHIELD agents just now. Looking at Lancer's expression, which was obviously a little annoyed by this guy, the entire AR team, Springfield, and even Fei's mother had already wanted to kill him.

If this person had not chosen to get off the ship as soon as he arrived near Gibraltar, if he had stayed on the ship for a few more days, SHIELD would have received a report of missing persons.

"BBQ party! BBQ party! Come and help! You bunch of lazy bums! Those who don't help won't have dinner!" SOPII's powerful roar echoed in the cabin. John and others, who were originally lying in the lounge to recover from the energy consumed by the wind and waves, were called up by SOPII. A group of people quickly went to the space behind the deck to make some noise. Several soldiers brought up some firewood and charcoal for the barbecue.

Yes, ever since Lancer said that American-style wood-fired barbecue has a better smoky flavor, the humanoids have stored some firewood and charcoal on the boat for Lancer, so that Lancer and his friends can have barbecue parties from time to time to pass the time.

"Let's go. SOPII has said that if you don't help, you won't have dinner." Lansher stood up straight with a smile, and walked towards the rear deck with his arm around Fei's mother.

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"Commander Hill, yes, I have successfully recovered the items and arrived in Spain." Sitwell took out his cell phone and turned it on. Almost immediately, a call came in. Apparently, after the events of the past few days, SHIELD was almost going crazy looking for them.

"Then why haven't you turned on the machine in the past few days?" Hill frowned. Not long after Sitwell reported that they had successfully recovered the target, they reported that a ship was approaching. However, their equipment had been damaged at that time, and their own ship was also damaged in the battle, so they could not identify who the approaching ship was.

Then the message was interrupted here, and all signals were cut off, even their movement speed was

The emergency identification and communication systems of the boat were all out of contact. It was not until now, when Sitwell's cell phone was turned on, that they confirmed that Sitwell was not dead.

"Oh, well, do you know who I ran into?" Sitwell sighed, not very depressed, "You just met a few days ago."

"Who?" Hill was stunned. He had just met him. He was not in charge of many operations. If he had to say that he had just met him... "Our Mr. Lancer?"

"Yes, I boarded his ship..." Sitwell looked at his Hou Biao, "I got off the ship five minutes ago and transferred to our own ship. While on the ship, my cell phone had no signal and was essentially under house arrest."

"Okay, you are now in... southern Spain, right?" Hill covered his face. Why is this guy wandering around everywhere? Can't he and our SHIELD get along?

However, Hill also knew that if you look at it in detail, neither of the two missions was hostile, nor did it hinder their mission objectives. After all, they did recover what SHIELD wanted, but why did SHIELD feel upset every time? ! This was the feeling that SHIELD gave to others, okay!

"Yes, we will reach the coastline in about thirty minutes, if possible... Wow..." Sitwell suddenly shouted with some surprise.

"What's wrong? What happened? Lancer and his men attacked you?!" Hill asked anxiously after listening to Sitwell's voice. After all, you can't expect too much morals from an arms dealer like Lancer. When to launch an attack depends entirely on his mood. As long as they clean up well afterwards, they can't do anything to Lancer.

"No, he didn't attack me..." Sitwell touched his head and decided not to watch it. He put down the telescope in his hand, "I just heard some shouting from his end, and I thought something happened."

"Then?" Hill frowned. What happened to Lanser? Very good, this is the damn retribution!

"And then they seemed to have started a barbecue party on the back deck." Sitwell looked at the stern with dissatisfaction, where there were many people wandering around. "You know, he gave us rice and canned food for three days, and now they are having a barbecue party!? Oh, damn, they even put on music!"

"..." Hill stared at the ceiling of the office speechlessly. The SHIELD agents looked at each other in bewilderment. "Okay, come back soon, or we won't bring you to our barbecue party!"

"Okay, I'll wait for the plane there, or I'll just take a commercial airliner back," Sitwell said simply.

"No... you can't come back right away." Nick Fury suddenly interrupted, "We need you to go to Kiev. They seem to have discovered something and we need first-hand information. When you come back, you will have a week of paid vacation and you can have a barbecue party for as many days as you want."

"Kiev?" Sitwell's eyes flickered. "I see. Is there anything I should pay attention to?"

"I'll send you the detailed information later. The call is over." Nick Fury glanced at Hill, who looked a little surprised, and said nothing.

"Okay, call over." Sitwell hung up and glanced in the direction of the Griffin. "They won't welcome me there, and neither will he."

1-58 Uneasy Afternoon Tea

"Sir, are you reading Tagore's poetry collection?" A middle-aged man dressed casually walked up to Lanser who was sitting on a bench in the town and asked softly.

"No, it's Gorky's. It seems that you don't know much about Soviet literature?" Lanser closed the collection of Gorky's works in his hand. "Don't you yearn for that era?"

"It was a great country, but it eventually became corrupt." The middle-aged man sat down next to Lancer. "Sasov, it's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Lancer. I heard that you still have a few empty seats on your ship?"

"It's nice to meet you, too. According to the agreement, you and your people will follow me to the dock, and then we will be responsible for sending you to Ukraine. When you get to the coastline, I will provide you with a few rubber boats, and then it will be your business to go ashore and contact someone."

"No problem, as long as we bypass the border." The middle-aged man who supported Sasov nodded and agreed without hesitation. "But can I ask why a Chinese would take such a dangerous route?"

"Can I ask why you ask this question?" Lanser looked up at the middle-aged man. It was obvious that he really wanted to ask this question.

"Because you have other paths to choose from, but we have no choice." Sasov shook the cigarette box in his hand. There were no cigarettes left. He crumpled it into a ball and threw it into the trash can on the side.

"Oh... Then just assume that I'm a lunatic who has chosen this path." Lanser smiled and took out a box of unopened cigarettes from his pocket and handed it over along with a disposable lighter. "Berth No. 7, Griffin. I need to refill water and fuel here. It will take about 5 hours. No one will be waiting after the time is up."

"I understand." Sasov took the cigarette and lighter and said goodbye to Lancer very politely. The two of them were like new friends who happened to talk about literary classics. They politely wished each other good luck and then left.

"spring

Tian, ​​is there a tail?" Lanser walked to the side of the road, ordered a cup of coffee and some afternoon tea, sat outside the cafe, drank the coffee silently, and asked softly. His nerves were highly tense. He didn't want the Russians to find out that he helped the CIA bring people. If that happened, things would be very troublesome. The Russians would regard this as an act of betrayal. Not to mention doing business, he would have to be careful of them stabbing him in the back. The CIA would not compensate you for this kind of thing like an insurance company.

The past experience of the CIA reminded Lancer that these guys had no reliable time except when they were doing their own business. So Lancer had to be relatively careful. Needless to say, after these guys got on the ship, it was necessary to confiscate the communication equipment and destroy it, and then distribute new gadgets to them. Anyway, the communication cards within the European Union were universal, and the most they cost was higher.

"It's very clean, and no special information was intercepted. It seems that you are a little too worried, Commander." Chuntian was squatting halfway up the hill, covered with a camouflage net. She could clearly see the square where Lancer was. AR15 was beside her, acting as her observer.

"Okay, I'll be back in half an hour. John, how are you doing?" Lanser took a sip of coffee. "Springfield."

"Hmm?" Chuntian responded with some confusion. He had just reported the situation, and his commander should have nothing to say to him now.