Marvel Space and Time Administration Growth Log

"Mother Fei is really powerful..." Springfield on the tree loaded the gun, pulled the trigger, took out a row of bullets from his waist bag and pressed it into the magazine. Werewolves are harder to kill than vampires. Although the special silver bullets in their hands have a good killing effect, werewolves with strong bodies can withstand two more hits than vampires. Of course, if they are hit in a vital position, they will be shot dead one by one.

"Commander, I'm starting to move closer to you, please pay attention!" Springfield, who was worried about Lancer's safety, naturally didn't plan to continue reporting the location to Fei Ma. What's more, most of the alien species that were patrolling outside had just gathered together and planned to attack Fei Ma from behind, who was madly firing fire. As a result, most of them were killed by the mechanical dragon's random shooting, and almost all the rest were injured. If they didn't know how to run away at this moment, they must be really stupid.

Chuntian fell from the tree, kicked away the werewolf corpse at his feet, and ran quickly towards Lancer with his rifle in his arms. "Commander, are you injured?"

"I wasn't even touched by that bastard over there, and this bastard has snatched all the prey." Lancer knocked on the mechanical dragon lying next to him, but the dragon kept whining, as if complaining about Lancer for being too weak. The look in his eyes was just about to make him laugh out loud.

"That's good!" Chuntian ran to Lancer's side and checked Lancer's combat uniform. He was relieved to confirm that the full-body puncture-proof combat uniform was not even worn. "M4 and the others have completed most of the work and are now heading deeper into the monastery. Should we also move directly to the castle so that we can both

You can take care of it. If there is anything beyond their ability to handle, Feima can also provide support."

Listening to what Chuntian said, Fei Ma, who was putting away her ship equipment, glanced at Chuntian, but she did not object. Lancer would definitely go in, even if Chuntian said nothing. But if Chuntian spoke... Fei Ma smiled. This woman would definitely find a way to arrange Lancer's approximate route of activities, so that Lancer could feel the tension and fun of the adventure, and also ensure his safety.

"Okay, I'll contact Sitwell on the way there. What's needed here may not only be cleaning work, but also a search of the surroundings. There must be a lot of people running out of here. Now that we've intervened, we can't just ignore it." Lanser said.

There is no doubt that this underground meeting organized by the dark creatures has been a real failure. The AR team and Springfield will ensure that the special silver bullets are sent to each one. But in Lanser's view, this does not mean victory. Before, the vampires had already expanded their hunting range to 200 kilometers. Now, how much chaos will these scattered underground evils cause on the land of Ukraine? !

"Understood, the call is being connected." Chuntian nodded and immediately started contacting Sitwell. Lancer needed him to deal with the aftermath, and this job was really not bad for Sitwell, especially when he could use his power for personal gain!

1-73 Blackmail

The intensive explosions lasted for three minutes. All the monsters and demons who came one after another felt the joy of the rapid iteration of human technology in the new era on how to kill an organism quickly and effectively in war. In the distant past, when they were struck down by fire and lead, humans still had to pay a huge amount of casualties to win a victory, but now? Humans can already give them a brand new shock.

"Fu! Pfft!" Because SOPII had a mouthful of dust when he looked through his head, he spat out his saliva and wiped it on his face quickly. After all, God knows how much of the dust is vampire ashes...

"Are you sure it won't be spread more evenly by doing this?" M16 at the side said with a sly smile, and then operated a few drones to fly in again. She didn't want to catch the ashes on her face like SOPII.

"Hey!" SOPII, who was shaking her head, was stunned! M16, what you said makes sense! But why do I want to bite you so much!

"The enemy has been basically deprived of their combat effectiveness. We just need to go in and collect the kills." RO635 looked at the aggressive SOPII spitting at M16. M16 made faces at SOPII and sighed deeply. Knight Ji looked at her captain with some heartache. It was really difficult to lead such a team.

"Let's move." M4 ignored the facial expression contest between SOPII and Brother Sixteen and entered the room again. Her action immediately brought a roar of anger, but that was all. These guys, who were actually very weak, could only roar a few times to intimidate M4 and the others.

"It's so noisy!" After coming in, SOPII didn't observe the environment first like M4 did, but started shooting without hesitation. With the crisp sound of her gun, the monsters that were severely damaged in the explosion just now were shot and killed quickly as if they were slashed by the scythe of the god of death. After all, this time, they were shooting at fixed targets.

Amid the sound of his teammates firing continuously, M4 slowly moved forward and walked directly in front of the vampire in red sacrificial robes, "The commander asked me to ask you, do you want a chance to survive." M4 said words he didn't even believe. After all, Lancer's original words were, "Blackmail me, it doesn't matter if it works or not!" M4 carried out the tactical deception without hesitation.

"You... are not human! Why are you attacking us?" The old vampire in front of him spat out a mouthful of blood and looked at the humanoids in front of him, but he soon discovered that the beautiful women in front of him had no heartbeats at all! They didn't even have blood! And this experienced old man subconsciously felt that they were just like them, aliens in this world.

"…An order from SHIELD! We can't refuse. They need your brains to keep the bastards running around in this world in line." M4 ambiguously helped SHIELD to gain some "favorability". Sure enough, as soon as the word SHIELD came out, the old man's face twisted.

"What do you think will be the benefit of working for them? Being a dog for humans? But we are..." The old vampire seemed to want to crawl, but M4 kicked off his only arm with an expressionless face.

"To be honest, we showed up here and didn't know who was here. As for those corpses outside, we have already completed the mission..." M4 narrowed his eyes and said coldly. This expression was directed by M16, but RO635 on the side felt that they did not need such means and could search by themselves.

"Huh, what do you think I'm going to say?" The vampire narrowed his glasses.

"Death..." M4 raised the corner of his mouth, "If you are not afraid of death, why would you become a vampire who hides from the light." M4's eyes were full of sarcasm, which was a simulation of Mrs. Springfield's expression when she disliked someone.

"It's a gamble, but you only have this one card left.

If you don't fight back, how can you try to buy your life from me? If you refuse, I will have to kill you with regret. After all, the commission from SHIELD is very generous. "After saying this, M4 pointed his gun at the old man.

"..." The old man was silent for a while, gritted his teeth, and looked hesitantly at the desecrated statue of Christ not far away.

M16 scraped the spot where the old man was staring with a dagger. The commander didn't believe in this thing, so they naturally had nothing to fear. They took out a sealed box. M4 opened it and took a look. It was a parchment scroll with a lot of scribbles on it that was hard to understand. "...It looks like a good thing, but you obviously made a wrong judgment about what we expected."

"..." The old vampire was stunned, "No... You don't understand what you have in your hands, this is precious!" Before he finished speaking, M16 pierced his throat.

"The commander said that he doesn't like trouble. Apparently, you want to cause us a huge trouble." M4 shook his head. "I'm sorry, you didn't buy your life!" As M4 spoke, the old vampire screamed angrily and turned into a ball of ashes. "M16, you go up to reinforce the commander's security, and the rest of you search for possible hiding enemies and possible treasures." M4 took a deep breath. To be honest, he didn't think he could find much of what the commander wanted here. Basically, the current situation was already better than he expected.

The ammunition consumption was not too great, and the target had basically been cleared, at least it was enough for the commander to deal with Sitwell's mission. As for the fact that a lot of treasures could be found here...

M4 thought it was better to forget it. At most, they were antique items. According to what they knew, these items were not that rich. Otherwise, they would have to stealthily suck blood. There were many people willing to exchange blood for money these days. Didn't those in New York often do that?

"It's the commander's request. Antiques may be more valuable than ordinary currency. It's just that those vampires at the auction house will be more annoying than the real stuff in front of us." M16 waved his hand, walked out of the room as M4 requested, and started to go to greet Lancer.

"Knock... knock..." SOPII knocked around near the last dead old vampire, as if looking for something, but all she heard was solid feedback, constantly confirming that SOPII was working in vain.

"Did you find anything?" RO635 came over and asked. SOPII's action made quite a noise, so it naturally attracted everyone's attention.

"This old guy refused to move from this place until the very end. I always wonder if he is protecting something or covering up something?" SOPII made a conclusion that seemed to be very reasonable. This could be regarded as an instinct. When there is something that you must protect, you will subconsciously cover it with your body in the very end.

"Bang..." Suddenly, a different sound was heard under a brick. SOPII used a little force in his punch, and a gap was made in the floor tile. "Hey~!" SOPII laughed triumphantly, then knocked quickly nearby and made a large gap.

"It looks quite deep?" RO635 searched his pocket, twisted the glow stick in his pocket and threw it down. The cold light kept falling, and it seemed to be at least tens of meters deep.

"The commander will be down soon. Let's send the drone in to scout the situation first. If by chance we find something very dangerous in this cave, then only Fei Ma and we will have to go down." M4 said with certainty.

The drone slowly descended and soon captured the environment below, which was no less impressive than the church space where M4 and the others were currently located, except that the series of blasphemous symbols including the anti-cross were far more numerous than those on the ground.

"This is really interesting." M4 looked at the picture observed by the drone, "It seems that the church above is just a cover. Their real activities are all below. If we search, we should be able to find other official entrances. Our commander should like this development. Even if we don't find the gold that their commander hopes to see, it will still be a very interesting adventure.

However, even if the girls would let Lancer down later, they would go down first to make sure there was no danger below. Of course, they would unanimously say to Lancer later, "Leave it to you, we haven't gone down yet."

"The depth is 18 meters. Let's drop the rope down in a while!" RO635 jumped down first to report the situation, and then searched below. Soon, he found a lot of footprints. "At least dozens of people escaped from here when we launched the attack."

"Hey!" SOPII also jumped down. "AR15 just reported the location. It seems that the Emperor has blown up a lot of those running outside. They are probably the ones who were originally below here. But I think the commander will like this place."

"It's a pity that there are a few less. Otherwise, with the commander's vulgarity, he would have covered the room with these gold coins." RO635 put his hands on his waist and looked at the shallow layer of gold coins and some gold-made objects in a room. "Fortunately,

The shells of Feima are free, otherwise this battle would seem to be a loss."

"What's valuable isn't necessarily money!" SOPII took a painting off the wall, "Maybe it's much more valuable than the gold over there."

1-74 Melancholy Agent Sitwell

"Is this... what you call basically cleaned up?" Fei Ma looked down at the unlucky vampire who was sprayed with thirty rounds of dragon breath bullets. Well, not counting his hands and feet, he was 7% done. Chuntian beside Lancer silently put down his rifle. Besides safety, Lancer's happiness was the most important thing, and the rest was secondary.

"So it's basic." Brother Sixteen grinned as he stabbed the vampire's heart with a knife, then swung the dagger, "The others are waiting for us downstairs, be sure to find something!"

After Lancer's humanoids discovered that they could report a point and open a hole to achieve a sunlight kill, the humanoids quickly began to update the gameplay. Once they were sure that this group of guys were gathering, they would immediately call for artillery attacks. Although there were also werewolves here, under the sunlight, these werewolves couldn't go crazy even if they wanted to. They couldn't transform into beasts, and at most they were only slightly stronger than humans. Basically, the humanoid girls had no pressure in beating them.

So the battle soon turned into a crushing battle that made the enemy desperate. After the monastery and the mountain were blown to the point of collapse, a large number of vampires were killed by the sun, even including a group who were sleeping in coffins. Two 406mm shells opened a window for the vampires after hitting the rock, allowing these guys who hadn't enjoyed a sunbath for who knows how long to enjoy it.

After the AR team came down, they looked at the broken wood and ash that was not higher than the soles of their shoes. Their advanced quantum computers felt that they could not operate them well, so they simply used other people's coffin boards to pave a walkable path. Although as robots, they should be materialistic and do not care about these trivial things, but their commander is just an ordinary person, and they know that Lancer will definitely not like this!

"It's nice to have two of them once in a while to give me some exercise." Lancer, who was wearing a heavy protective suit, spoke with a slightly muffled voice, and his breathing through the air call was a little heavy, just like... Darth Vader.

"Ha, I knew you would have this idea, Commander!" M16 very skillfully bumped Lancer with her hips. Under normal circumstances, Lancer would definitely be shaken by M16's bump.

But today, Lancer, who was wearing heavy equipment, didn't move at all. Instead, he scratched his head, making the atmosphere awkward.

"Tsk, so boring!" Brother Sixteen muttered in dissatisfaction about the result of his intimate actions, then he waved his hand and rolled his eyes at Lan Se.

"Is it a bit hard to stretch like this?" Lanser could only express his feelings. He wanted to catch Brother Sixteen and take advantage of him like before, but he couldn't do those movements in this heavy armor. Even if he did, he wouldn't feel it...

"Okay, let's go." Fei Ma felt helpless watching the two people showing off, but since they were her own commander, she naturally found their actions very interesting.

"You must have found a lot of things in the cave that you said you had never gone down." Lanser glanced at Brother Sixteen next to him. Lanser knew very well that your habits were not going to be allowed to go out and have fun. Not on the battlefield, and certainly not in bars or nightclubs!

"Let's go and see if we can fill up the little space left by Fei Ma." Lanser greeted with a smile and walked into the dilapidated church with his girls.

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"Why are you so far away?" Baron Zemo looked at Sitwell, who was smoking by the car, with a strange expression on his face. The target location was nearly ten kilometers away, and the helpers Sitwell invited only had so few manpower. What could they do? Killing three vampires like last time, Zemo thought that the other party's manpower was a very good job.

"They've almost finished their work. You can talk to your subordinates about what they did. I think they will tell you more interesting stories than me." Sitwell threw the cigarette on the ground and crushed it with his foot. He had no idea what to say. Was he scared by the faint thunder just now? Advancing under fire is not what an agent should do.

"Report the situation..." Zemo frowned at Sitwell, who was obviously a little melancholy, or in other words, playing badly, and picked up the communicator to call his subordinates. The reason why Zemo arrived later than Sitwell was that he commanded his subordinates to roughly block the area. If they encountered any dark creatures that escaped the net, they would be killed.

As time went by, Zemo heard more and more news that he found unbelievable. The checkpoints he arranged did intercept some monsters from the underground world, but these guys seemed to be scared and basically rushed through their obstructions regardless of anything, even if they had to withstand their firepower.

And it doesn't matter. What's important is the news they reported later. Although the locations of several points are different, the approximate directions reported are the same.

After focusing on the direction of the monastery castle where Lancer and his team were, there were undoubtedly many loud explosions. In addition, a nearby checkpoint also reported intensive explosions, and there was relatively strong electromagnetic interference near the target area.

After gathering this series of intelligence, Zemo felt a chill on his back. This is no longer something that a small elite team can achieve. Isn't this really a situation where the United States or some other world power will go to war?

"It looks like your report is going to be hard to write." Zemo leaned against Sitwell. He finally understood why Sitwell was so worried. How should he report the information? They found an arms dealer to fight for them, and then this arms dealer almost blew up the mountain? Now I don't know if it was blown up!

What a joke, does SHIELD want to quit? To put it bluntly, SHIELD works for the World Security Council. If they can get such a force, there is no doubt that the first person to target SHIELD is no one else! It is the big boss behind them!

Especially since SHIELD itself has a lot of problems, there is no need for others to tell Zemo. Zemo only needs to look at how this rising star of the new generation of Hydra is doing in SHIELD.

"I am very grateful to Mr. Lancer for completing my commission so seriously, so there will be no mission report left for this matter. It will only increase Mr. Lancer's risk factor in SHIELD's records, that's all." Sitwell shrugged? Report? Screw his report! There will not be a single word of paper report or electronic report.

SHIELD will admit that they carried out operations in this area and achieved fruitful results. They sent a large number of underground creatures to ask God if he would forgive them. Of course, there was a fierce battle in the process, which was inevitable, but you want to know the process of the battle? ! Oh, sorry, all our participating troops died in the battle, and the corresponding storage media cannot be recovered. We don’t know what happened.

But everyone knows that such a report will only make everyone more curious. After all, such heavy firepower is not something that anyone can produce. There is no doubt that the SU25 that just flew over the head is definitely not here to watch the show. If Ukraine says that it knows nothing, then it really underestimates the CIA in Ukraine.

Especially at this moment, the CIA was planning to stir up trouble during the Ukrainian election. How could they not notice the commotion caused by this guy Lancer? The satellites in the sky might have already seen it.

Agent Sitwell's head hurt even more when he thought of this. He looked at the sky with some melancholy. In the azure sky, the contrail of the plane was slowly dissipating. He smiled bitterly, "At least I am sure of one thing."

"Tell me about it?" Zemo handed over a cigarette. He began to be interested in Lancer, so he wanted to hear all the news about him. After all, no matter whether he would be successfully recruited by the man in front of him and join their big family, or have any other developments, it would be great if he could know something about such a powerful guy, especially since this information was obtained for free.

"He is very fair. He will do the job for you based on the price you offer him." Sitwell looked at Zemo who was taking out a lighter beside him.

"..." Zemo heard this, and the hand holding the lighter froze. Finally, he took off the cigarette in his mouth and looked around to see if anyone was around. "How much did you give him? This is not a small movement. Too many people are watching here. I have to withdraw people immediately. If we are targeted, it will not be a joking situation."

Although Zemo also entered Ukraine under the title of being hired by Sitwell, but because of this, the current situation is very bad for him. After all, if someone accidentally mistakenly thinks that he did all this, he will undoubtedly be in trouble in the days to come.

However, this also increased his curiosity about this matter. At the very least, he was now very curious about what kind of price could allow an arms dealer to produce such terrifying combat power.

"An munitions warehouse buried in a mine..." Sitwell shrugged, looked at Zemo who looked puzzled, and added dimly, "But there are rumors that there is a Soviet doomsday warehouse there. From now on, it seems to be true."

"Gan!"

1-75 Trouble, trouble, trouble

"Hey, waiting for me?!" An SUV stopped in front of Sitwell, and Lancer waved at Sitwell, "I've got an unexpected gift for you." Lancer threw the box containing parchment to Sitwell. Sitwell frowned as he looked at the pattern on the surface of the box, but for a moment he couldn't remember where he had seen this thing.

"Where did you get this?" Sitwell asked quickly as he took a photo and sent it off.

"Oh, there is a church over there with the vampires. When we broke in, there was a hole in Christ's stomach, and we found this box. I thought it might be useful to you, so I brought it out. I didn't touch anything else except the gold and gems.

Please clean it up properly.

"Okay...are you going back to the ship now?" Sitwell put away his phone. The box in front of him made him feel uncomfortable just by holding it, which made him alert.

"Why is there anything else?" Lancer looked at Sitwell on the side, his eyes full of smiles. After all, for him, today's harvest was not small, but it was a little troublesome to get rid of it. However, the things in this box could not be handed over to Sitwell in front of him, after all, this guy was a senior agent of SHIELD.

Although he was planning to give this seemingly deadly thing to someone else, he certainly couldn't give it to him, nor could he give it to SHIELD, otherwise it would be the same as giving it to Hydra.

Lancer was considering whether to take the parchment to the London Sanctuary to try his luck. Of course, if he didn't have time, he would go back to New York first. He shouldn't hear that the manager of New York had been killed after he returned.

"Well, if there's news..." Agent Sitwell leaned on the car door, looking at Lancer, as if he wanted to see some retreat or fear in Lancer's eyes, but obviously, he only saw "sincerity!"

"No, no, no... I don't want to know! The deal is done, Sitwell, see you next time! I'm very happy with this cooperation! Oh, by the way, this is for you!" Lancer took out a leather holster from the side, "Walther P38, although it's not as valuable as the Ruger, it's still a good collection. I'll give it to you!"

"This is the warehouse address I gave you, you guy." Sitwell opened it and took a look. "Then I'll see you later! If you start the next operation, feel free to contact me."

"I told you, that's not something I can get involved in. To be honest, can you please stop trying to push me into this vortex!" Lancer glared at his partner who he might abandon at any time, as well as the direction behind him, and sneered, "Let's go! Don't even think about me helping you find Tony Stark!"

"Asshole..." Looking at the business car driving away, Sitwell smiled helplessly, then turned and walked towards the vehicles on the side of the road.

"He noticed us." Zemo, who was sitting in the evacuation room, said very confidently. Although they had not met formally, Zemo felt that this guy was not simple. After all, not everyone could emerge as a first-class arms dealer in a few years.

"Yes, it's strange that he didn't notice it. If there was no accident, he should have checked it... Oh, your phone!" Sitwell gripped the steering wheel, put the gear in gear and drove on. "Regret your stupid idea."

"Hello! This is Zemo." Baron Zemo looked at the random number on the phone in front of him and finally chose to pick it up.

"Hello, we just separated. Let me briefly introduce myself to you. I'm Lanser, a transport businessman." Lanser's voice came from the receiver.

"Zemo, how do you have my cell phone number?" Zemo's eyes were full of confusion.

"Oh, you're on the client list Sitwell gave me. Um, your identity is written as a mercenary." Lancer said with a smile, "You can contact me if you need anything. You can ask the person next to you for specific goods. I won't bother you anymore."

"Okay!" Zemo hung up the phone after he finished speaking, then pulled out a pistol from his waist and pointed it at Sitwell's head, "I think I need an explanation."

"I contacted you a few days ago. Did you forget?" Sitwell continued driving, his voice not even shaking when he spoke.

"Yes, but how did he know it was me!" Zemo's eyes were still very cold. What a joke, I did agree to accept some arms deals, but I didn't agree to you putting my photo on your documents! Although we are all Hydra, we don't have the same head.

"Oh!" Sitwell smiled speechlessly, "Do you think an arms dealer would not verify the list I provided? According to our assessment, this little bastard can probably go directly into the CIA's peripheral system for investigation! Do you think he won't be able to find your appearance? The guy who just had dinner with the head of the CIA!?

"..." Zemo was somewhat surprised by the power of SHIELD, but he narrowed his eyes and asked, "He has a good relationship with the CIA?"

"Operation Undershaft... was led by CIA senior executive Bookman. We don't know the details, but he was deeply involved. He himself may not be clear about it, after all, he is also a notorious troublemaker in the CIA." Sitwell said some of what they knew about SHIELD. "Before in New York, he was assassinated by a local gang. As a result, the CIA's action team has already arrived in New York. It is said that they are not planning to avenge him, but to make him sober up when necessary."

"...Sitwell, have you verified what you said yourself?" Zemo's eyes flickered as he listened to what Sitwell said.

"Yes, and he may have some guesses about my identity." Sitwell shook his head. Lancer had connections with a lot of top intelligence organizations, so he could verify many things. When Sitwell himself dealt with him, he often had to think about it before taking action. The previous recruitment on the ship was already a bold move for him.

It's just that Lancer seems to have a deep prejudice against S.H.I.E.L.D.

Whenever the topic was similar, he would immediately change it, leaving him feeling a little unsure of where to start.

Both of them fell into silence for a while. Finally, it was Zemo who spoke first, "Can the following problems be solved this time? I don't want to be implicated in inexplicable things." The inexplicable here refers to the huge crater on the mountain.

"We have to go to the mountain to check out any situation before we can give you an answer." Sitwell gestured to Zemo beside him, "And according to the information Lancer just gave us, we may face another bad situation.

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"Boss! You're back..." Lancer, who had just caused a lot of trouble for others, drove to the vicinity of his ship, and then John's voice came from the communication.

"Huh?" Lancer was a little surprised. What was going on with John? After he finished the treasure hunt, he immediately rushed to the port. It seemed that something had happened that he didn't know about? Lancer and Xiao Tangle looked at each other. M4 silently began to check the records of all the cameras and read the communication time records of the ship's communication equipment.