Marvel Space and Time Administration Growth Log

"Okay, let the guys from 141 come to my boat. This time I'll take them to see the places they wanted to go before." Lanser said with a smile. Now everyone is on the same boat, and for the sake of the new boat, Lanser can pretend that the previous troubles never happened.

"Okay, I'll notify them right away."

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"Does it feel weird to walk down directly this time? No need to explain to me, because I feel weird every time I see you walk in... Okay, start picking out what you want." Lancer snapped his fingers, and then one of John's team members above turned off the power, and the dim lighting in the cabin went out.

"Fuck! You want... Damn it!" Price, who was extremely wary of Lancer, was about to curse when he heard the music of "Diamond Eyes" start to sound. As the weapon cabinets in the warehouse began to rise, orange-red lights began to light up one after another, shining on these display cabinets.

"Relax a little, a little personal bad taste." Lancer's face was full of smiles. He walked a few steps and patted the first cabinet. The huge panel turned up magically, "Pistols!" Various models of pistols in a display cabinet slowly stretched out on the hooks, including Smith & Wesson, Colt, Springfield Arms Company, Remington from the United States; Heckler and Koch from Germany; FN from Belgium; SIG Sauer from Switzerland, Beretta from Italy, Glock from Austria; rows of classic and cutting-edge pistols stretched out.

型号就不提了，半自动的、全自动的、可以三点射的、左轮应有尽有，0.357、0.40、0.43、0.45英寸、5.7毫米、9毫米各种口径花样繁多。

Koko was a little stunned, "How can you come up with such a creative idea?" Just seeing this scene made Koko's mouth dry and she had a strong desire to buy it.

"Men cannot resist the temptation of guns. The only thing that can stop this temptation is more guns! Submachine guns!" Lanser snapped his fingers, and three rows of display cabinets on the other side began to raise their covers. The shelves were filled with submachine guns of various models from various countries."

"Damn! I'm beginning to think that this guy is actually a pretty good bastard! At least his aesthetic taste is very much to my taste!" Todd next to Price suddenly laughed. He really didn't expect that an arms dealer would do so many unnecessary things. Damn, he was already beginning to feel his blood boiling!

A group of soldiers from Task Force 141 walked over and started to choose their own guns. For them, there were not many opportunities like Lancer that could provide multiple choices, and apparently someone would pay for their choices! There were not many opportunities like this! Choosing a spare gun that was not on the list was also very meaningful to them, and it seemed that they could choose all the guns today.

"..." Price took a few steps forward and walked in front of Lancer. Binjiang behind Lancer immediately wanted to come up, but Lancer stretched out his hand to stop him. The female warrior glared at Lancer indignantly, then turned her head to look at Fei's mother. You just let him jump like this? Fei's mother shrugged. This was just a small scene.

"That day... you showed mercy?!" Price said something surprising when his team members started to choose their weapons.

"Oh? Why do you think so?" Lanser stretched out his hand and slowly stroked across.

All the display cabinet panels have begun to rise to the sound of exciting music. Assault rifles, sniper rifles, anti-material rifles, machine guns, grenade launchers, rocket launchers, and even individual anti-tank/anti-aircraft missiles are displayed in these cabinets.

The soldiers of Task Force 141 were like mice that had fallen into a rice jar. They excitedly took out each gun and played with it to see if it suited their feel. After all, even for them, it was rare to have the opportunity to see so many types of guns to choose from. Perhaps they felt the same as a certain Deadpool: if they bought one, they would make a profit, and if they didn't, they would lose a lot of money.

"Why?" Price did not answer Lancer's question, but asked his previous question again.

"I'm a businessman, I won't do business that will lose money!" Lanser shrugged. It wasn't difficult to wipe out the 141 that was surrounded that day, but there would be endless troubles.

"Thank you for showing mercy on behalf of the brothers who survived! But I will find the ones who died!" Price stared at Lancer and stopped talking. However, as a soldier, he understood, but the death of his comrades was still a pain for Price! "But I will also watch you!"

"So, do you need some revenge weapons? Here's my business card. I think it's what you need." Lancer reached out and stuffed a gold-stamped business card into Price's jacket pocket, then patted him on the shoulder. "Now, pick one that's handy."

Looking at Lancer's reckless behavior, Price gave a forced smile and turned around to choose weapons with the guys who had already taken down a large pile of guns.

1-85 Lord of the Ten Rings

"Let me confirm one last time. My men will land on the mountains on the left, Task Force 141 will be in the valley on the right, and Lancer, you and your men will be in the front to intercept any fleeing convoy. The mission is simple. We are not a regular army, nor are we the gloves of any country. Today we are a group of evil dragons that have descended from the sky, and we will devour everything!" Koko said excitedly.

"Hunter understands, let's set everything on fire!" Price's mouth curled up. Unless they ran into a guy like Lancer, wouldn't they be able to easily capture the so-called terrorists like these?

"Kokok, you're talking too much!" Rem grinned and raised the assault rifle in his hand, but they did not change their familiar service guns.

"Eh...just because there are more people, we're going to attack from the front?!" Lanser said unhappily. He frowned, feeling a little uncomfortable. This should be considered a strong attack. With the combat power they put in, it shouldn't be a problem! After all, according to Lanser's concept, how much combat power can a camp that can be swept by simple MK1 armor with almost no other weapons have?

But Lancer slightly overlooked a problem, that is, if it was really just a weak enemy like he remembered, Koko would probably be able to defeat the enemy by herself, so why would she pay such a high price to get a 141 task force and Lancer from the official? The benefits given here, not to mention other things, just the new ship for Lancer, may be considered a huge investment.

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"Why should we obey his orders?" A bald man looked at the people in front of him, his face full of anger, "This is my camp! My people! Are you crazy?" The anger in his eyes could almost burn everything in front of him to ashes!

"Because, that was my order." A short man lifted the door curtain and walked in. He was wearing very simple traditional clothes and walked in with his hands behind his back.

"You? Are you crazy? You said you would lead us to prosperity, and now what have we got?! Are you going to take even that away from me?"

"You are right. I promised you prosperity. I did grant my subordinates prosperity and stability. But you are different. You have huge ambitions, so I gave you the greatest degree of freedom." The man walked into the tent very naturally and took the main seat very naturally. He poured himself a glass of wine and tasted it without any hesitation, but curled his lips, seemed very dissatisfied, and poured it directly.

The handsome middle-aged man who seemed to never age had looked like this when he was ten years old. This obviously put a lot of pressure on the bald man. If someone else dared to drink his wine in his tent and spilled it on the ground, he would definitely skin the bastard who dared to challenge him! Then he would dump the bastard on the flagpole and listen to his screams until he died.

"Oh! Here, I thought you threw away my flag. It seems you still know who your master is." The middle-aged man saw a flag hanging in the corner of the tent. There were ten overlapping circles painted on it.

"Yes, you are mine..." The bald man seemed to have come to an end after an inner struggle, and slowly lowered his head towards the middle-aged man in front of him. He was unable to fight the fear that had long been rooted in his heart, and he knew he could not win against the panic of the man in front of him!

"Oh~ yes... yes..." The man in front of him smashed the wine glass hard on the bald man's forehead, which directly helped him to open his head smoothly. "How dare you disobey my order?! You know that was my order! How dare you disobey my order!" The middle-aged man roared angrily, "Remember! He is a smart man, his brain is hundreds of times smarter than yours! His life is also hundreds of times more important than yours!"

"I captured him according to your orders!" The bald man seemed to want to explain something.

"But you, a fool, imprisoned him and wanted him to help you build the damn Jericho missile?! You are a fool who has no basic knowledge of modern industry!" The middle-aged man picked him up and slammed him hard on the table next to him! The whole table collapsed in an instant, "Why don't you just let him help you rub a nuclear missile with his hands! This is at least a little useful! Idiot!"

Obviously, the middle-aged man in front of him was very clear about his subordinates' disloyalty, so he had no intention of holding back when he took action. This rubbish was shaking like a frightened quail when facing him, but secretly, he wanted to obtain a powerful weapon like the Jericho missile. It was obvious what his purpose was!

He had to hang the flag so that he could burn it openly someday. He had seen many such fools in the past thousand years! Too many!

"Now, my dear idiot, you've messed up everything!" He punched the man in front of him madly, venting his inner pain and madness. For someone who has finally grasped hope, but suddenly finds that hope flies away because of other people's stupidity, the boundless anger can't be suppressed at all!

"You know... you're the most popular person out there these days. If it weren't for the sudden change in Ukraine that attracted everyone's attention, I wouldn't have wanted to come here! I asked you to rob someone and then pretend to be someone coming to rescue him, and you did something like this?" The middle-aged man smiled bitterly and shook his head. "You're no longer worthy of being my subordinate, and this camp no longer belongs to you. But I'm still reasonable. Since you don't want others to take over, why don't you just manage everything 'yourself'?"

After saying this, the middle-aged man stood up straight, wiped the blood off his palm, put on a cold smile on his face, and walked out of the tent. Behind him, a masked man slowly took off his mask, "But fortunately, I still have a chance to save everything."

"Um! No...no...no!" The bald man lying on the ground looked at a face that looked exactly like his own. A look of horror appeared on his face. He struggled and began to yell, but was immediately pierced through the throat by a dart.

"Solve the trouble in the camp, I will stay here for two days. After two days, everything will go according to plan." The middle-aged man didn't even turn his head. The bald man not far behind him saluted respectfully. Obviously, he would not make a mistake who his master was. At least he would be very honest in the short term!

"Yes! I will get it done as soon as possible." The new bald man nodded and quickly accepted the order.

"Very good, smart people will live a long life." The middle-aged man nodded slightly and walked out of the tent. Then he looked at the entrance of a cave not far away, smiled and shook his head. After all, for him, the person in the cave in front of him was still very important. With him, his goal should be achieved quickly.

"Are these the supplies for that person?" Although he had just said that developing the Jericho missile had caused him a lot of trouble, when he really had the opportunity to hold this kind of missile, he still felt very concerned.

"Yes, sir, this is a list of their demands." A subordinate handed over a list.

"It seems that he is not a guy who is willing to keep to his lot and obey orders." After reading it, the middle-aged man sneered. The idiot who knew nothing was fooled. "Show me all the previous lists, so that I can appreciate what our genius wants to do."

"Sir, do you want to stop him? Or should we just rush in and kill him..." The subordinate made a throat-cutting gesture.

"No, no, no, that great inventor should be making some interesting toys. Let him finish it. If possible, prepare another one exactly the same. I'm beginning to be curious about his craftsmanship." The middle-aged man handed the paper in his hand to his subordinates and said, "Improve his food. I heard that he went to bed hungry in the past few days. This won't do."

"Yes... I'll do it right away." The subordinate was obviously stunned for a moment. He had no idea what his boss was thinking, but as a younger brother, he just had to obey the boss's orders. He didn't need to think about it any more.

"Go, it's almost lunch time, don't let our great scientist go hungry. After all, we may really have frequent contact with him in the future." The middle-aged man said to his subordinates with a very natural smile. After that, he looked at the cave not far away again and walked out slowly. A large number of soldiers in black armor were continuously unloading a lot of supplies from the trucks. Now that this idiot has set up the stage, maybe he can try to do a lot of things himself.

"I hope the surprise that guy mentioned

, it's a real surprise." Someone looked at the busy soldiers in front of him with a smile on his face! "Wait a little longer, I'm getting closer and closer to you, it only takes a little time for me to reach you."

1-86 Arms Dealer Strategy

"It looks like Task Force 141 is advancing smoothly." Koko's eyes flickered as she watched the drone observation video forwarded by Lancer. Although the situation from the drone's perspective was still a bit blurry, with multiple perspectives, this perspective could greatly enhance the commander's grasp of the battle scene. Lancer really had something good in his hands.

Koko smiled as she looked at the situation. She didn't have the ability to search the entire mountainous area of ​​Afghanistan, but she tracked a camp that was continuously transporting a large amount of Stark Industries weapons and equipment. With a little bit of good luck, she found this place! Now her plan has reached the final stage, so Koko is very happy. Even if Rem reported that some of the soldiers in black clothes in front of her had good combat effectiveness, she didn't care. How dare you touch Stark without any skills? Don't want to live?

"I just don't know if he will sell it!" Koko raised her lips and looked at the screen in front of her. Although this set of things is all that a big country should have, it is very urgently needed and applicable to many countries that have small-scale combat needs. Koko has even planned some countries that may have this need in her mind.

However, it is impossible to sell Lancer, because the core supporting this system is their own girls. It is only thanks to the computing power of the AR team that the originally unclear pictures of the drone can become so clear and easy to understand. So how can it be sold!

Of course, drones certainly do not just serve as monitors. With SOPII's flashing eyes, thirty drones began to slowly descend from mid-air, densely covering the camp on the ground according to the range of the explosion. This somewhat spectacular scene stunned the terrorists on the side. They looked at the many drones in a daze, not knowing what to do.

"Bang!" As SOPII made a fist, the drone detonated the 1 kg C4 it was carrying in front of the horrified eyes of the terrorists. The explosions followed a sequence, roaring from the inside to the outside, causing the buildings in the camp to fall outward like dominoes. Unless the terrorists happened to be behind the bunker, the terrorists within the explosion range were basically severely injured and killed instantly.

"Obstacle clearing completed, John, find a garrison position and hold this place!" M4 quickly issued further orders. The explosion of SOPII was very timely, further destroying the camp that was already badly damaged by the bombing of the Mi-24 Hind. Now, especially because of the planning of the explosion, the wide avenue formed by the air explosions of ten drones has taken shape. Now what M4 led John to do was to hold this place and prevent Koko's subordinates, who would grab the car later, from being attacked when passing through here.

"Understood!" John patted the team members beside him, pointed to a position, and asked him to lead the team to occupy the rear side facing a collapsed floor, then patted another veteran beside him and said, "Take Marco over there. As long as they are not blind, they will definitely launch a crazy counterattack in a while."

Then John called Marco, who was about to stand up, and warned him, "This is your first battle, it shouldn't be so exciting. In short, don't take risks!"

"Understood!" Marco nodded quickly, then followed the veteran in front of him to the side and rear to set up the machine gun and prepare to shoot.

At this time, the M4 fired several short bullets into the distance, silencing a machine gun that was suppressing fire.

"Damn! These guys did a really great job!" Price, who jumped out quickly, uttered a rare extra word. The person he was talking about was none other than the squad led by M4, who had occupied the advantageous terrain. Not only did they clear an evacuation passage, but they also helped them solve the suppressing fire several times, just like they did just now. When the explosion just now happened, a drone also blew away a group of soldiers who were originally blocking them.

"I just hope he

"We can use a slightly smaller charge next time." After spitting out two saliva covered in mud, McTavish severely greeted Lancer's subordinates. These lunatics, when they just saw the drone rushing in, they didn't react for a while, but the next moment the explosion told them what the standard fighting method of "arms dealers" is. A full kilogram of C4! The supplies that the drone rushed in were completely blown away.

"Then wash it with 'soap'." A soldier wearing a skull mask said with a smile, and McTavish, nicknamed Soap, raised his middle finger to "Ghost"! Ghost laughed twice, then looked into the distance, "But it really looks like..."

"That bastard went easy on us that day, otherwise, all it would have taken was one air-blast and we'd all be dead." Price held his gun, crouched, and quickly advanced forward. He quickly fired two triple-point bursts from the M4 assault rifle in his hand, knocking down two still-swaying figures. "200 meters to go! All groups reporting." He was about to attack the cave, so he needed to further assess the current situation.

"Secure the vehicle and start at any time!" Rem patted an off-road vehicle next to him, then fired a few bursts of shots. Because the noise from Lancer's side was too loud, the enemy soldiers were attracted over there for a while. After all, anyone who was not blind could see that straight path.

"The enemy is charging." M4 replaced a magazine for himself, then kicked back the grenade thrown by the enemy with a big foot, and quickly killed the enemy with a series of bursts. "The passage can be secured, please act as soon as possible!" At this time, Marco changed the PKM magazine in his hand, and started long bursts of fire again, continuously shooting at the soldiers sprinting towards him. If he hadn't been held down by the veteran next to him, Marco might have stood up with a machine gun and roared and shot.

All of this was seen clearly by the civil and military officials in an exquisite tent not far away. "It must be said, waste is waste. Compared with the elite forces of others, it is completely inadequate!" As he stretched out his hand, a box behind him suddenly opened, and ten arm rings flew out of the box and automatically wrapped around his arms.

Looking at the explosion outside, he walked out with a gloomy face, "Even if you are a bunch of useless subordinates, it is not okay for you to mess up my arrangements."

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"What's happening outside? Why does it seem so chaotic? And what are these intensive explosions?" In the cave, Tony Stark, who was the target, frowned. Although they were only deep in the cave, the roar outside had turned into a strange buzzing sound when it reached them, but the vibration generated by the explosion would be transmitted in firmly, sprinkling layers of dust on their heads, especially when the drone exploded.

"I don't know, are they the US military or mercenaries hired by your company?" Ethan, who was helping Stark put on his armor, looked at the iron door of the cave with a puzzled look. They had reached a critical moment, although he did not have much confidence in Stark's plan to forge a set of high-tech (?) armor and then kill through the entire camp.

But in fact, Ethan also knew that they had no other choice but to struggle hard. If they really made the missiles according to the other party's requirements, they would be dead the moment they were completed. Although Stark's idea was whimsical, it did have some chance of success.

The enemy locked them up deep inside the cave, and they knew nothing about the outside world, including the garrison situation, patrol routes, and even the location of the vehicles they needed to escape. They had no idea about anything, so a normal escape was out of the question. They were basically in a desperate situation, and it was impossible for them to get anything they needed to escape.

The food, water and other support provided by the other party were of a much higher grade. They even provided Stark with Coke and hamburgers. Of course, these hamburgers were made by themselves, and Stark complained that they were only slightly better than McDonald's, but they were not given any chance to store them.

"Let's focus on the situation at hand and start the final startup procedure!" Stark, who was already standing on the dressing table, took a deep breath and said quickly, "If I must say something, I hope that when we go out, the guys outside will be dead. Although it will reduce the joy of revenge! But this way we can be rescued easily!

"Hey!" Ethan looked at Stark in a daze, "Well, I hope you are right."

This time, perhaps because no one disturbed them, or perhaps because of the shaking caused by the various explosions, the two were no less nervous than they were when they were about to face the dangerous situation of terrorists rushing in.

"The countdown is almost complete!" Ethan stared at the count on the screen, and the progress bar had reached 99%.

Suddenly, gunshots began to echo in the tunnel. Yes, Task Force 141 had already begun to attack the cave, but because Koko had no more information inside the cave, they had to find the target quickly after entering.

But... Price and his team found the monitoring room in the cave, and then began to advance along the pipeline in the monitoring room!

There were only two kittens left in the cave on the road as defenders, so they were naturally unable to stop the 141 veterans who were already elite warriors who had fought in many battles.

"I think we have found the target! Get ready to enter!" Just when the progress bar reached the last reading, a conversation came from outside the door that made Ethan and Stark look at each other in surprise.

"what should we do?"

"Well...what do you think about dismantling the bomb first?"

1-87 You better be careful

"Gah..." The heavy gate was slowly pushed open, and the muzzle of an assault rifle was pointed at the room from behind. Because it was a rescue mission, they couldn't throw stun grenades or flash bombs directly into the room. God knew what physical condition Stark was in. If something bad happened to him, they might as well not rescue him. Rescuing him would cause more trouble.

As for the hand grenade, it was even more impossible. They had just seen on the monitor that the laboratory was filled with boxes of ammunition, with a density comparable to that of the Lancer cabin where they were selecting weapons. So what was the difference between throwing a hand grenade in and committing suicide? At least pulling out a gun to commit suicide would leave a whole body.

"Mr. Tony Stark, we are from Task Force 141... Damn it! What the hell is this!" Price had just pushed open the door and walked in. While carefully observing the situation in the cave, he loudly reported his identity. At least he didn't want to kill the target by mistake because the identities of both parties didn't match.

But as soon as he took a step forward, he was shocked to see a huge steel robot standing beside him, and he immediately started to curse. After all, even if he was well-informed on the battlefield, it didn't mean he could remain calm when facing the MK1 armor.

Anyone would be surprised if a tin can wrapped in steel and looking a bit like an ancient knight suddenly appeared on a modern battlefield.

"Wait...wait...don't shoot." Tin Can raised his hands and waved them at him, at Price and a group of task force members who were pointing their guns at him. Except for the people who were monitoring the door, all of them had their guns pointed at Stark and Ethan beside him. "I'm the Tony Stark you're looking for!"

"Yes, he is Mr. Stark!" Ethan on the side was also quickly explaining to Stark. After all, Stark was protected by a thick steel armor, but Ethan was not. So it would be best for him not to misunderstand the group of soldiers in front of him who seemed to be here to rescue them.

"Mask, open the mask! I have to confirm your identity." Price noticed that the brothers on the outer defense had started shooting. Obviously, the other side had begun to actively try to block them in the cave, so Price felt that this was not a time to waste.

"Oh!" Stark also realized this immediately, and quickly took off his mask, showing his handsome face to the members of Task Force 141 in front of him.

"This is Kitty, the package has been secured! Requesting transportation!" Price wasted no time and immediately released the message, "Listen, Mr. Stark, I don't care what kind of disguise game you are playing, but now, you immediately follow us to break out! Can you do it? Then we will have a car to take you to the helicopter to leave! Do you understand?"

"I understand! I understand very well." Stark nodded. Although he did intend to fight his way out, if someone could rescue him, why would he bother? As a wealthy man, he was sure that safety was the most important thing.

"Okay! Clear a way! Ghost! You protect them both!" Price took the lead and turned around to rush out, crouching and running out in small steps. At this time, the gunshots outside were becoming more and more frequent. It was obvious that these terrorists had recovered from the previous drone attack.

"Okay, follow me! Big rich guy!" The ghost looked up and down at Stark in front of him. Stark, who was not very tall, looked much taller and more powerful in the armor.

"Okay!" Stark followed Ghost, but the huge armor on him while walking made him look weird, like a brown bear trying to learn how to walk.

"Where is our vehicle?" Price shouted loudly in the communication. It was not his fault that he was anxious, but their plan was so tight that it could not afford any mistakes.

The cave was not very long, and Price quickly rushed to the entrance. At this time, there were already a dozen terrorists outside who were exchanging fire with several soldiers left behind by Task Force 141. However, because they were operating the machine guns that were originally here, and there were suicide drones that dropped from mid-air from time to time, they had only managed to hold out until now.

"We've arrived!" Rem drove a Toyota pickup truck and rushed to the bottom of the cave. Behind him was another pickup truck with a heavy machine gun mounted on it! As soon as the car stopped, Farme began to shoot fiercely at the terrorists not far away. The 12.7mm bullets swept across and suppressed the terrorists who were approaching in a short moment.

"Hurry!" Price yelled back. Because of the special situation, he was not sure whether the pickup truck that Stark was supposed to have enough space to sit in could accommodate them. But it didn't matter. As long as the pickup truck could take Stark to the helicopter, it would be fine! They didn't care whether it would be scrapped or not.

"Huh... This is really an unexpected flaw. Following Ethan and Ghost, Stark ran out with difficulty. At this time, he had discarded the arm armor and helmet. Obviously, if there was time, Stark would definitely discard more parts to reduce weight, because his trek was too difficult and there was basically no hope for him to run quickly.

"Hurry, hurry, hurry! Run!" After protecting Stark and getting on the pickup truck, Team 141 was about to board the truck when Price suddenly noticed a shadow on the ground passing over his head! "Get out of the way!"

Ten rings suddenly fell from the sky, and an unknown energy wave directly hit the front of the pickup truck in front of him, and the whole car bounced up high like a seesaw! Then Stark, who was lying in the pickup truck's cargo bed, flew out like a stone thrown out by a catapult.

Stark: Ah! (Groundhog cry, with a distorted face)

"I should reward you, really!" Wenwu simply waved his hand after landing, and the arm ring that flew out and destroyed two pickup trucks flew back to his arm in an instant.

"Fuck!" Price spat out the blood foam in his mouth, raised his gun and started shooting. In this damn era, there are too many guys with strange powers. As the black glove of Britain and the United States, Price has naturally seen and killed many of them. He is naturally very clear that most of these guys are still mortals, and will kick to death after being shot by bullets, so there is nothing to be afraid of!