Marvel Space and Time Administration Growth Log

"It's time to eat! What is the commander thinking about?"

"Nothing, we'll study it again when we have a chance. I don't believe it!"

"Okay, okay!"

"Commander, can you spare my kitchen?"

"No! Hey! Chuntian, if you want to hit me you'll have to practice for another ten years!"

1-61 Good idea

"Good luck to you, but maybe if you are lucky, this country will be in trouble." Lancer handed a pack of cigarettes to Sasov in front of him. If this guy had not bought a gun yesterday, Lancer might consider giving him a pistol, but obviously, it was not necessary now. Just now when he came out, John put a package in front of him, which was all the things he bought.

This guy listened to what Lancer said with his eyes full of emotion. Perhaps it was just like what Lancer said, what he was doing now did require a little luck, and it was true that after he succeeded, the country would usher in tremendous changes.

"Who knows what the future holds? We all need some luck." Sasov waved at Lancer, then jumped into the kayak nearby.

"Hey..." Lancer waved his hand at SOPII on the console, and the speedboat was slowly lowered to the water. "For this world, we are not doing anything serious, so before the world burns up, I wish you good luck."

Lanser showed a smile on his face. Sometimes, he really felt that with the troubles that humans would face in the future, instead of letting humans continue to fight among themselves, they would sooner or later get themselves into trouble. Perhaps this was the reason for the restart of human civilization.

"Commander, are we entering the port?" M4 asked in a low voice.

"Yes, we are entering the port, and then we will head to the inland of Ukraine immediately. This time it may take a longer time. I hope we can get enough compensation there this time." Lanser narrowed his eyes. The money is ready. Even if it is "metal scrap", there is a recycling price for metal scrap. Lanser now really wants to know whether the thing he has been looking forward to for so long is really worth the money.

Lancer watched the speedboat gradually move away from him, and said with some emotion, "I hope I won't see these guys again. If I see them again, I will kill them directly. If Ukraine really makes trouble soon, we will never be able to get the equipment out of Ukraine smoothly."

"Commander, I think that with or without these people, the chaos in Ukraine is only a matter of time." RO635 stood at the bow and put down the telescope. The Griffin did not stop, but continued to move towards the port.

"Oh, how could you have such an idea?" Lansher was stunned. RO635 actually made such a judgment, which made Lansher applaud her to some extent.

"The economy continues to deteriorate, and they want to live a better life?" RO635 frowned. "And obviously, if they want to achieve this, it's useless to rely on Russia, because Russia itself is terrible, so they have almost no choice. Even if they know it's still a bowl of poison, at least it can help them fill their stomachs temporarily." After saying this with some regret, RO635 looked up at Lancer.

Lanser's expression was very strange at this time. A feeling similar to what RO635 had said emerged in his mind, as if he had dreamed about it before and it was happening again in reality. Lanser shook his head again to drive this inexplicable feeling out of his mind.

"We will arrive at the port in three hours, John, you should take a good rest, because you will have to work overtime then." Lancer said with a smile. This time, in order to load the "metal scrap" brought here, only the minimum amount of things was left on the ship, so there was no need to worry about the loading capacity.

"Okay." John gestured to his subordinates. The boss was willing to take his last shift, which sounded good. John was not so worried about the subsequent duties. Generally speaking, the port was not a political area, and there would not be too many conflicts. Everyone had to eat. So even if there was a commotion in the city and people threw Molotov cocktails at each other, at most no one would come to work at the port.

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"Well, when our key man had no news in the Middle East, you transferred me to Ukraine, Agent Hill, I think I need a reason to give up my original mission." After Sitwell landed in Spain, he only received an order for his subordinates to return to S.H.I.E.L.D. He was asked to stay and preside over the mission here, and he was required to go to the vicinity of Ukraine.

"Recent intelligence has proven that the underground creatures in Northern Europe are behaving abnormally and are gathering in large numbers. We need you to find out what is going on." Nick Fury was silent for a moment. He was under great pressure.

Although Stark is a very important person, our duty is still to protect the majority."

"I'll find out, but where is my support?" Agent Sitwell sighed. He had never expected that he would have to go to Ukraine. Lancer had been extremely alert about his appearance at sea and meeting him. Now, he almost thought that he was plotting against him.

When Sitwell thought of this, he felt something move in his heart, but he did not grasp the idea specifically. He had not figured out how to do it specifically. Maybe things might not be so bad?

"The situation in the United States is very complicated right now and it is difficult for us to allocate manpower. I have prepared a sum of money for you. You can hire some reliable people locally." Nick Fury sighed. Recently, the United States, no, it should be said that the whole of North America is like a boiling pot. There are inexplicable things everywhere making trouble. The power of S.H.I.E.L.D. has been basically restrained and there is not much power left.

Not to mention anything else, although a certain huge trouble has left New York, recently other monsters in New York seem to have known that the pressure is gone and have started to make trouble. If the underground creatures in Europe gather in Ukraine, then New York seems to have become the place where those disgusting guys gather. Do they really think that our SHIELD does not exist?

At this time, a guy who seemed to be hunting vampires was making trouble in New York every night, fighting with these vampires, which gave Nick Fury a headache. For him, vampires should die, and this vampire hunter who broke the peace should also die! Look at how many people this guy has caused in this incident?

Although it sounds a bit harsh, in the eyes of the real order maintainers, sometimes punishing evil is not necessarily promoting good! Among those who hate Spider-Man, the New York police are definitely not a minority, because this guy broke countless tacit understandings and the rhythm of their handling of cases, and made the police look like a group of fools who do nothing all day.

Therefore, in Nick Fury's eyes, the vampire hunter who is currently fighting against the enemies of the human race is also classified as a troublesome and unstable dangerous element who needs to be physically eradicated!

In addition, New York has a big problem recently, which is the war between the Russian mafia and a certain person or two people! Yes, a war between a group of people and two people. After Lancer refused to help, the Russian mafia could only face the enemy head-on. But what was the result of this gang of guys facing the enemy... Anyway, Vigo has already started paying funds to the Continental Hotel and offering a reward. My little brother can't kill you, so what about those killers like you!

Then, wouldn't New York be even more lively? ! Yesterday, at the New York Central subway station, the two sides exchanged more than 2000 rounds of gunfire! If the people above hadn't suppressed the news, I'm afraid it would have been announced that New York had suffered the largest terrorist attack since 911/.

This situation has both advantages and disadvantages for SHIELD, because the things involved are actually beyond the upper limit of what the FBI and ordinary police can manage, and they don't know how to deal with these guys. Usually, when SHIELD enters a big city like New York, it will inevitably be hindered by various administrative agencies. No one likes others to stick their claws into their bowl. But this time seems to be the best time for SHIELD to infiltrate its power. Nick Fury feels that he cannot miss this opportunity.

This took up a lot of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s manpower, and on top of that they had to continue carrying out the recovery mission from the previous phase, which directly exhausted S.H.I.E.L.D.'s already limited manpower.

"You want me to hire someone? Are you kidding me? Should I call the Russians and say, 'Hey man, send me two companies of good guys to Ukraine to suppress the vampires?'" Sitwell complained. You want me to hire a mercenary? Is it possible to hire a mercenary in our industry? These big mouths will tell all the secrets. "Do you think the CIA won't plant explosives in my car?"

"I know this is indeed a bit difficult, but this is the limit of the support we can give you right now, and the situation is changing very quickly. We have to figure out what happened to make these guys gather together before everything gets worse." Nick Fury took a deep breath. He knew that this was indeed a difficult problem for his subordinates, but she really didn't have any good way to help him relieve the pressure.

"I need money, I need a lot of money!" Sitwell seemed to have thought of something, "If possible, you can prepare enough money, then this matter will not be a problem."

"A lot of money?" Nick Fury frowned. What does this guy want to do?

"There's a guy who's quite tight-lipped, but to get him to help willingly, you need a lot of money, and even some high-value items that are not money." Sitwell raised his head, "I just got off his boat."

"..." Nick Fury was stunned for a moment, then a smile appeared on his face, "This is indeed a good idea."

1-62 Bastard Business

"Sitwell entered the country from Ukraine?" Lancer frowned when he heard the report from M4 and himself. His good girls had already hacked into the systems of relevant Ukrainian institutions in advance, and most of the key figures marked by them would be given special attention when they entered the country.

Of course, they are not concerned about the name. Everyone knows that in the spy industry, the name is the most unreliable. Today you may be John, tomorrow you may be Kent, and the day after tomorrow you may be Bob. But in order to use the passport, they love the photo on the passport, but they have to use their own photo! So all this for M4 and others is just to increase the processing time.

"Yes, he..." M4 was held on Lancer's lap. After taking a shower, Lancer was holding his girl and wanted to be in a daze and enjoy some tender time. Unexpectedly, he heard such good news. "He just entered the country 5 minutes ago."

"This guy, he really just followed me in?" Lanser frowned. Wasn't this guy coming a little too fast? Any normal person would be shocked when encountering such a thing, especially since the other party had a record of intending to attack him before.

It took Lancer some time to enter the port today. He just got ashore and found a hotel to stay in with his girls to rest. At the same time, he started to contact the "key men" he had, but it seemed that his luck was a bit bad, as several of the key men had already retired from the Earth OL game.

However, the rest of the people were very welcoming to Lanser's arrival. One of them seemed to be not far away and even offered to meet Lanser immediately. In view of the other party's enthusiasm, Lanser and the other party agreed to meet early tomorrow morning.

Then, right after I put down the phone, oh my goodness, the SHIELD agents have arrived! I'm afraid there's something wrong with you!

"Can you keep an eye on his movements?" Lancer touched M4's belly, and his little dilemma was really solved!

"Commander, could you please finish your work first..." Xiao Qiujiu pinched Lanser's leg. It was nothing, he just felt uncomfortable.

"Okay, let's finish the job first." Lanser said with a smirk, "Are there any other people or things worth paying attention to?"

"There's no one worth paying attention to anymore. At most, there are a few more mercenaries, but they are all at the Polish border. But there's also a piece of news spreading on the Internet media." M4 said quickly. Obviously, she didn't want to waste time.

"If it's not something that's out in the open, then it's that group of rare and unprotected creatures?" Lanser flicked his white and soft fingers while speaking, and M4 rolled his eyes at him.

"There is indeed news of large-scale gatherings, and many places are issuing warnings not to go out at night." M4 took out a map from the side, roughly indicated the area on it, and showed it to Lanser.

"Huh... Compare the legends and ancient history to see if there are any problems." Lanser frowned. It seemed that none of them were in the core cities. They were a little remote, and some places seemed to be in the woods. "Interesting. In the next action plan, try to avoid these places as much as possible."

"Next...oh..." M4 let out a surprised cry.

"We'll talk about it tomorrow morning!"

"No...well..."

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"Hey! Long time no see, Uncle Balkinkov!" Lancer stood up and hugged a burly man with a strong military look who walked in.

"How is your father? The last time I heard from him was a long time ago." Balkinkov, the key man who helped to contact the Moscow hotel, is nothing else but responsible for the management and statistics of Ukraine's weapons and equipment. In simple terms, he is the middleman of the Ukrainian army. If you want to make money, this is a very good person.

According to what the Moscow Hotel said, this person and Lancer have a similar situation, "Greed!"

"It's already been two years ago..." Lanser shrugged, looking very regretful.

"Really? He's a good man. Let's respect him." This person's acting was obviously very thorough and his acting was very skillful. It was obvious that he had done similar things many times.

"This is a little keepsake my father left for you." Lancer pushed a box across the floor.

"I really didn't expect..." Balkinkov reached out and pressed the suitcase. He was about to say something, but when he picked it up, he was stunned. He looked at Lansher deeply, and Lansher made a gesture of invitation.

"Click..." The moment the suitcase was opened, the guy's expression was stiff. After all, even his face was coated with a layer of sacred golden light. The same volume, only 10,000 US dollars, but if it was replaced with gold, even if the plastic envelope outside the Deutsche Bank was deducted, it would be more than three times the value. Not to mention that even US dollars cannot be used everywhere, but gold is different. It is a hard currency no matter where it goes, and it is small in size and high in value. It can be regarded as the best commodity for trading.

"Ka..." Balkinkov closed the box and drank the vodka in the glass on the table.

"Listen, kid, both the CIA and Moscow have contacted me. I don't know who you have offended, but the CIA hopes that I can set you up." Balkinkov put down the suitcase, leaned on the table, leaned forward, and spoke quickly, "If you still trust me, don't contact anyone in Moscow. After all, Russia is no longer what it used to be. Not everyone is willing to do things for them."

"This is really fun."

Lanser didn't know why he wasn't surprised at all. A very annoying face had already appeared in his mind. Dear Mr. Scarecrow, you still don't give up? "I'll give you some free information. CIA people have entered Ukraine on a large scale. Do you understand what I mean?"

To be honest, if the person in front of me couldn't understand this, he would not have survived to this day. Gloves are probably the most frequently changed item, just like masks.

This in itself was just a tactic used by Lancer to oppress him, intensifying the anxiety of the man in front of him.

The reason is very simple

"Understood... Looks like I have to take some risks. Listen, if you're still willing to trade, contact me. I like people like you who are generous. I sank all those guys who bargained for one or two hundred rifles into the river." Balkinkov said quickly, "I don't have many valuable and small things on hand right now. 50 sets of Corsair P. Although this thing is not famous, I guarantee it is better than the javelin."

"Is that all?" Lanser frowned. Even if there were 50 sets of this thing, they wouldn't sell for much money. This was far from his expectation. After all, it wasn't a javelin. The javelin was so famous that Lanser didn't even need to introduce it.

"Among the remaining high-value items, only tanks and armored vehicles are easy to sell and convenient. Planes are too conspicuous and you will be discovered if you fly out. Large anti-aircraft missiles are not something you can afford." Balkinkov thought for a moment and said hesitantly.

"So in between the two, helicopters, the Mi-8 has always been selling well, and if possible, do you have the Hind here? This thing is very popular." Lanser said with a smile. If nothing else, if he could get the Mi-8 Ocean Type, Lanser would consider keeping one on his ship. This thing is really easy to use and very easy to maintain.

As for the Mi24 Hind, to be honest, the reviews on this thing are quite polarized.

Those who like him have flying infantry fighting vehicles and universal armed helicopters, and they can attack anywhere there is a problem.

I don't like too much, the flying coffin, he can't do anything, he is the best at bragging.

In fact, this is an inevitable result. For a piece of equipment, the capacity it can carry must have a total value. If it is precise, it cannot be complete, and if it is complete, it cannot be precise.

But, isn't the highest achievement of a sales profession to sell ice to Eskimos? So the Hind, in Lanser's opinion, should be sold to those poor warlords and dictators who want to enhance their air-to-ground strike capabilities but cannot afford fighter jets and have many ideas. They will be a match made in heaven.

"Yes, there are still a lot! Are you sure you want them?" Balkinkov thought about it briefly. Although a lot of the previous ones had been sold, the number of equipment was there.

"It can take off and there's no problem with fire control." Lancer said with a smile. For him, this value was just right. The extra space could be filled with accessories and ammunition. This business was indeed viable.

"Of course. How much?" Balkinkov nodded, and in his mind he had already begun to quickly calculate how many of these helicopters he could get.

"How about a box and a plane?" Lanser picked up the vodka in his hand and said to Balkinkov, "I want the Mi-8 too, but I can only give you half a box."

"You will meet other people, right?" Balkinkov looked at Lancer. In the whole Ukraine, he was not the only one who could do all this. It was obvious that the thing that this little guy in front of him had his eyes on was also in short supply.

"Good question, what do you think?" Lanser said with a smile, "I came here with money, so I have to fill up the warehouse before I leave."

"... Phew, it seems I'm short on time, so I won't exchange pleasantries with you." Balkinkov stood up, "No one can resist these demons, right?"

"Yes, no one can refuse." Lansher said with a smile. If there is anything more exciting than slapping someone in the face with money, it must be hitting someone in the face with gold bricks. Few people can resist the temptation of Lansher.

"See you later. No wonder the Moscow Hotel and the CIA have such a unified opinion of you."

"Oh, I guess it's a jerk, right?"

"No, that's a big asshole!"

1-63 Agent Sitwell came to visit

"Hey, pretty, three extra breakfasts and a cappuccino." Lancer greeted the waiter at the coffee shop and sat down in front of Sitwell very naturally. "Hey, you don't seem surprised to see me?"

"If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have eaten here every day." Sitwell said to Lancer with a smile. Lancer's intelligence gathering ability is very good, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to catch Hammerhead that night. So Sitwell simply appeared repeatedly in restaurants in the center of Kiev, which was considered a direct hook fishing. In other circumstances, this would be considered his exposure.

"Hey man, you don't have my phone number, why don't you contact me directly." After sitting down, Lanser put his hands on his chin and looked at the person in front of him with some strange eyes, wondering why he had to go to so much trouble.

"You don't know yet? You'd better not use any civilian communication lines in Ukraine, because your voice is recorded by the CIA. And after cross-holdings among all Ukrainian communication operators, you can guess the proportion of American capital."

"This

Still need to guess?" Lancer glanced at Sitwell. "All of it, at most only a small percentage is in the hands of NATO member countries. So, are the Americans really determined to provoke the North again?"

"So you still use the phone? In this area, the control will be even more terrifying than in the United States." Sitwell gave Lancer a small lesson, about intelligence and about the degree of shamelessness.

"I got it. So what do you want to do with me?" Lanser nodded. How could there be such a shameless person in the world? Yes, and there are many. Although the one in front of him is not quite up to the mark, he is close enough.

"I have a treasure map of the former Soviet Union. I wonder if you are interested?" Sitwell whispered to Lancer, "Your harvest these days is not likely to be very good. Are you interested?"

"What era is it now? Are you still playing this treasure map game? Are you bored?" Lancer looked at Sitwell. "If you want to make a deal or want me to do something, let's talk openly. If we can't come to an agreement, I won't come back to seek revenge on you, right?"

"Okay, I'll tell you the truth. There is indeed such a place, but it was seized from Sodium by the Soviets back then. But after the collapse of the Soviet Union, this place lost management for various reasons. Now it's occupied by some creatures from the other world and has become their lair." Sitwell is naturally proficient in the art of language. The most important thing is that there are both true and false in the information you give, and the other party can verify most of it. As for those parts that cannot be verified, they are naturally the "truth" that is "lost" in the long river of time.

"And?" Lancer raised his eyes. The monster's nest here might be real. The only possibility is that this place is indeed related to the Nazis. As for the Soviet Union, the whole Ukraine belongs to the Soviet Union. You are just making it up. And there is no one to manage it. This most likely means that the Soviet Union discovered this place, but destroyed or abandoned it.

But Lancer had to admit one thing. After this guy's deception, Lancer's interest was aroused. He began to feel curious about what might be inside. Things wrapped in sodium brittle and these otherworldly things are usually not simple things.

"If these guys had slept for hundreds of years like they did in the past, we would have ignored them, but they have been too active recently. We need to know what happened." Sitwell shrugged, "I am the unlucky guy who was brought here alone and knows what happened."

"Heh." Lancer sneered, "It means you don't have anyone on your hands. I understand why you found a way to get us here." The story is true, but the things below may not be as simple as Sitwell said.

"That's exactly what happened. So, do you think you should just walk away or have a good talk?" Sitwell looked at Lancer in front of him with a smile. This guy was lazy, but also a radical one.

"I don't like trouble." Lancer stood up and prepared to leave. "The breakfast tastes good, at least much better than the morning buffet in the hotel we chose." Lancer took out a few euros and put them under the coffee cup. He and his girls didn't eat a single bite. They had to be careful when they were with the agents.

"This is the location of the Soviet Union's secret arms warehouse, and the current authorities don't know it." Sitwell threw a handbag on the table, "We know that you and your men won't mind crushing those who stand in your way. How about we take care of those who pass by on the way over, and then we'll be even."

"No, you got it wrong. I'll go to the warehouse you mentioned first. If what you said is true, then this is a deal. I'll deal with these guys. As for the intelligence, you guys go collect it yourself." Lancer grabbed the handbag and shook it at Sitwell in front of him. "If you're kidding me, we're all in New York, and we're not far apart in a straight line. You'd better have thick enough armor plates in your office from now on."

"Don't worry, I haven't given up on recruiting you. We may be colleagues in the future." Sitwell picked up the coffee. This bastard is really a troublesome guy.

"Go to hell." Lancer gave Sitwell in front of him a middle finger. What a joke! He didn't even want to go to S.H.I.E.L.D., let alone Hydra. Then he left with his girls without looking back.

"Commander, are we really going to hunt for treasure according to what he said?" M16 asked curiously as he and Lancer walked side by side.

"No, we're not looking for treasure. This guy originally wanted to lead us into trouble. If the war between the CIA and Lubyanka had not already started in an invisible place, I really don't want to get involved in any trouble here." After saying this, he sighed, "Also, we really didn't make much money this time. Balkinkov only got two Hinds and two Mi-8s, which is quite different from what we imagined. This trip just broke even."

"So the commander plans to go on an adventure!" SOPII, who was originally yawning and lacking interest, suddenly became energetic, just like a husky who hears that he is about to go out for a walk.