Marvel Space and Time Administration Growth Log

"It looks like you didn't sleep very well last night." When Lancer and his girls came out of the door, Tojo had just finished checking Stark's food cart and sent it to Stark's room, so Lancer met Stark.

"Thank you for the noise-isolating earplugs." If I hadn't had them, I probably wouldn't have been able to sleep for an hour last night." Stark had a bitter smile on his face. After all, this was a very novel experience for him. After all, the occasional explosions outside the window were indeed a bit scary. Stark hadn't completely gotten out of the high tension of being kidnapped, and every noise would wake him up. "Now, I can still sleep for a few hours. Are you planning to leave?"

"Yes, the cooperation with Koko is over, and I have to evacuate as well. After all, it is not a wise decision to leave my freighter in a quasi-war zone for too long." Lancer simply signaled to Stark, then turned around and was about to leave, but suddenly remembered, "The 500g of vibranium..."

"I did some quick research and found out that Azure Shipping has a shipyard in New York. Your vibranium will arrive in New York before you do. I'll have someone deliver it directly to the shipyard." Stark looked at Lancer. "We're both in New York. It looks like we'll have a chance to meet again."

"Maybe, but I'm often out and about, so it shouldn't be easy to run into him." Lancer smiled and waved to Stark, and this time he left with his girls.

"Actually, this guy is a nice guy, right?" Koko, who had just woken up, looked at Stark with energy. Their meeting would begin after the light breakfast in the morning.

"It's really good. You pay and he does the work, neatly and efficiently." Stark had roughly figured out the whole thing and rubbed his face. "It seems like you can't wait to start our date?"

"No, it's between HCLI and Stark Industries." Koko Hekmatia said with a smile, silently changing the nature of the matter.

"Are you sure that I can represent Stark Industries now?" Stark looked at Koko in front of him, "Stark Industries is a very large group."

"Because you hold more than half of the shares, because your last name is Stark, and because of your genius." Koko looked at Tony Stark and said as usual, "If you plan to leave Stark Industries, then HCLI will now formally invite you. We are willing to directly invest $30 billion in you, no matter what you want to do, and this money is for you, Tony Stark himself."

Stark showed a very happy smile on his face, "Has anyone ever said that you are good at business and dreaming?"

"Yes, yes! The one who just went down often wants to shoot me with a gun." Koko said in a low voice.

"Can you tell me why?" Stark instantly became interested. Two top-tier arms dealers fighting each other? There must be a good reason.

"Because I have tried to poach his people several times." Koko spoke more quietly. She was tactful enough not to look for Fei Ma and the humanoids, but to look for John and his team members. Although these guys were not as exaggerated as the girls of Lancer, in Rem's opinion, they were already first-class elite.

But this group of veterans had no intention of paying attention to Koko. My home is the Griffin! You actually want me to come down! What were you doing when I was a homeless person? Generally, there is not a single good word from the mouths of former Marines.

"It's good that you're still alive." Stark nodded and gave his own evaluation.

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"Thank you for your hard work. Let's go back to the ship now. Once we're on the ship, everyone can have a good rest." Lancer met John and his friends in the underground garage. The guys were checking the two SUVs that Koko had handed over to them. According to the boss's habit, these two cheap SUVs, whose value was unknown, would be sold at the dock, and the proceeds would be given directly to John and his friends as bonuses.

"My idea is to go back to our cabin and have a good sleep for two days." One of John's team members crawled out from under the car. "There is no tracker, and no signs of modification. The car is clean! Boss!" After getting along for a long time, the group of people, in addition to being superiors and subordinates, have really become a bit like a family. For many things, they will take action on their own without Lancer's instructions.

"By the way, the hotel just gave us fifty gold coins, um, saying it was to thank us for our intermediary service." Another team member took out a box with 50 neatly arranged gold coins in it.

"Stark... and why doesn't the Continental Hotel just give us a discount?" Lanser closed the box in anger. What else could he do? Because Stark, that bastard, casually said 3 million US dollars, which directly broke the auction record here! These guys are crazy about pumping money!

Although the auction commissions here are not as exaggerated as those of the big banks in New York, the unscrupulous businessmen at Christie's charge 5% of the auction fee for amounts below $25, which means the maximum is $12500. For amounts exceeding $5 to $20 million, they charge 202500%, which means the full amount is $100. For amounts exceeding $12 million, they charge %.

But here, no matter how much the price is, it is a fixed price, and the commission is 15%! And with Stark's 4500 million, they can take 1 million US dollars just by commission! The other party took the huge commission with tears, and naturally had a lot of good feelings towards Lancer. Because Lancer's background is no secret, the New York Continental Hotel has already released the general situation. So they also know very clearly that Lancer is definitely not paying for it himself. Maybe Lancer will pay some money to buy it, but it is absolutely impossible for the price to be so outrageous. Even if there is a strong demand, when the price exceeds million, Lancer will basically give up.

As for 3 million, I believe that neither the mainland hotel nor the cargo owner would have thought of it! Stark, the bastard, directly raised the price to six times the official price and ended the battle in one breath. Even if this price is six times the official price, the price circulated in the black market in the past was higher, but it also led to a result. From today, the small amount of vibranium flowing out of the entire underground world has a new price, and a comprehensive increase is almost inevitable.

"Fei Ma! Put the stuff in the car." Lanser gestured to Fei Ma. The equipment of the humanoids and John and his men would be moved to Binjiang in the future, but for now, they were basically stored here with Fei Ma. Fei Ma nodded, and John's men consciously opened the trunk of the car, and then threw out large bags from Fei Ma's space.

"Last night, three or four unlucky guys were blocked by their enemies. What's the situation in the hall now?" Lancer and John started chatting. The noise last night made Fei's mother so angry that she was about to show off her ship equipment in the middle of the night to these people who were disturbing her commander's sleep.

I think the monsters need a good lesson! The kind that uses gunpowder and steel!

However, Lancer, holding RO635, slept until dawn. Knight Girl didn't dare to move at all, because her vital points were in the hands of others and she couldn't move at all.

"Basically there is no problem, it's just that there are too many eyes on us. Boss, you won't believe this, but there were no seats at the coffee bar in the lobby last night.

"So you lost hundreds of dollars playing cards with the French and Spanish last night!" SOPII laughed loudly at John in front of him. John's expression became a little embarrassed for a moment, and his teammates all laughed maliciously.

"Everyone needs to be refreshed. Let's talk some nonsense. By the way, the one who won the most yesterday ran out of luck." John shrugged. "He and his boss evacuated at 3: in the morning. They said they were going to the airport, but they were killed in the explosion on the way."

"..." Lanser was silent for a moment, "It seems that we can only come here with the highest level of alert!" Lanser had a speechless expression. Obviously, a large number of mercenaries and assassins have gathered in Damascus, and these guys can even get supplies very conveniently. This is what the Continental Hotel does! As long as these assassins and mercenaries don't kill people in the Continental Hotel, it will be fine.

After completing the first order, will these guys immediately hide in the mainland hotel and drink wine and watch the show? How is it possible!? Not to mention that Lanser is very confident about the bounty of several hundred W dollars on his head. Even in the United States, there are people who are desperate to come and try, let alone here!

"Understood!" John nodded. The boss's meaning was very clear. Their return trip would definitely be full of fun and surprises. There would always be someone who would come and cause them a little trouble.

"Commander! You have to wear it too!" Fei Ma took out a suitcase with a smile. Lancer shrugged his shoulders. It was time to be a clothes hanger again. He stretched out his arms obediently and got ready, letting his girls fiddle with him. He quickly put on the heavy bulletproof vest, and finally changed into a pair of lightning-proof boots weighing several kilograms. That was it.

John and his friends next door did not have as much trouble as Lancer. They had bulletproof vests, combat accessories, HK416C short assault rifles, and bulletproof helmets. Marco did not have a shield in his hand this time, and the PKM machine gun with a yellow bullet chain was ready to make a fierce speech at any time.

So when the guy at the parking lot exit saw Lancer and the others coming out, he was stunned. All of them were fully equipped, and they didn't look like the suits and ties that people who had just attended an auction in the hotel should be wearing. Instead, they looked like they were going to a war zone to fight. The guy with tattoos all over his body smiled stiffly and wished Lancer and the others a safe journey.

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"They've set off, yes, that's for sure, but it seems like they're fully armed." Just as Lancer and the others drove out of the garage, a phone call came in.

1-97 Let's set Damascus on fire

"Attention all vehicles, there are flashes on the third floor of the white house on the left! Dense communication flow detected! Increased radio traffic! We may be in trouble." M4 said quickly. Since Lancer and his team set out, the dolls have intercepted many communications, informing many people that they had set out.

"Understood." John and the others responded simply, and then a group of people quickly removed the rifle from the gun latch next to the vehicle seat, installed the magazine and loaded the rifle. Of course, the magazine was a spare one in the car, and the magazine in the chest pouch was not used.

"These guys... they are the same everywhere. I heard it clearly!" Lanser switched the communication to the public communication channel. "If there are idiots who want to use their brains to earn money to buy their lives, then don't hesitate! Teach them how to fight urban guerrilla warfare. Anyway, turning Damascus into a sea of ​​fire should be very beautiful."

"Oh~ hoo~" Koko, who was talking to Stark, heard the communication. Can Lancer do this? Are you kidding? They just saw what Lancer can do! An entire Ten Rings subordinate camp disappeared from the map!

Naturally, Stark heard it too. He frowned, obviously disgusted by Lancer's indifferent threat. "Why is he..."

"Mr. Stark." Koko crossed her arms and said with a smile, "Guess why he was attacked today. Logically, neither he nor I have many enemies in Syria. Oh, he probably doesn't have any, and even if he does, they are all dead."

"...Why is that?" Stark let out a breath and looked at Koko. He originally thought that the Lancer people were pretty good.

"Oh, because someone used his name to spend 300 million. I believe many people want to know where he got the money." Koko smiled as she filled Stark's champagne cup. Seeing Stark's shrinking eyes, her smile became even brighter. "Please don't be surprised. This is the other world, a place like a muddy shoal. 300 million is enough to drive many people crazy. He is protecting you from the knife, Mr. Stark. I really start to doubt that you two know each other. He took the risk for you without saying a word."

"!" Stark looked at Koko in disbelief, "He knows!?"

"What do you think?" This is a free favor, Koko doesn't mind going along with it and helping Lancer become a Stark man.

"But you can rest assured. The Continental Hotel has already confirmed your identity with HCLI. They will restrain the killers from attacking us. Most of those who are attacking us now are fools who don't understand the situation. With their level, it will be very difficult for them to get in front of Lanser."

After hearing this, Stark looked up. Koko in front of him and several of his security guards behind him were all smiling very... "kindly".

The situation at the scene was indeed not much different from what Koko said. When the gunshots rang out, Lanser and his three cars quickly stopped on the side of the road, and a group of people jumped out of the cars. The warning had already been given, and since there were still people coming up to die, there was no need to be polite at all...

Several snipers who were shooting at Lancer and his men had not yet made any adjustments when they were shot in the head one by one by Springfield, who had recorded their shooting positions. The five-round magazine of the M1903 was instantly emptied before the other side could react. Three snipers and two armed gunmen who were observing had their heads shot off instantly. One of them was even shot in the head by Springfield, who shot through the opponent's sniper scope like a show of skill.

One of them leaned forward and planned to suppress Springfield with a machine gun, but he had just pulled the trigger and hit a short spot. Before he could correct his trajectory, a .30-06 rifle bullet directly pried open his head. At this moment, everyone understood that this woman with an unswerving expression was a top sniper master. Such a person, when appearing on the battlefield, is here to take lives!

While all the gunmen were hiding like turtles to avoid Springfield's death-like gaze, the AR team had already brought Lancer into a residential building in a covering formation. After the group of people broke in, they looked at the two Syrian civilians who were trying their best to protect their children.

"Give them five gold bars and tell them to leave quickly!" Lanser glanced at the two men. After being frightened all night last night, someone actually broke into his house, and was fully armed. These two men must be terrified now.

"Here!" Fei Ma took out five gold bars and handed them to the other party. Then SOPII next to them quickly said in Arabic that this was compensation for possible damage to their house, and now let them leave quickly!

Maybe they didn't expect that Lancer not only had no intention of hurting them, but actually gave them gold. They didn't react at once. Instead, the little girl he was protecting took the gold from Fei's mother first. But obviously, it looked like only five small gold bars, but the weight of 5 kilograms was a little beyond her imagination, and she almost couldn't hold it. His father finally reacted and held his daughter's hand.

After saying something quickly, he opened the door, took a look, and then signaled his wife and daughter to leave quickly. Since Lansor had given the money, he was mentally prepared to lose the house.

But before he could go out, Lancer stopped him and threw him a cheap Black Workshop revolver. Of course, it was loaded with bullets. "It looks cool to protect your family, but determination alone is useless. This is strength. Hide it. It can save lives. Also, don't come back. People will die."

"May Allah bless you." The father swallowed and ran away quickly.

"Lay mines..." Lancer said, and Fei Ma threw a few pieces of explosives and broadsword mines from the space. Brother Sixteen and SOPII quickly laid several booby traps on the door, the main road of the room, and the corners of the stairs.

At this time, gunshots had already started outside the house, and the roar of the PKM could be heard clearly even inside the house. John and his men were having a fierce firefight with a group of killers. The other side obviously had not expected that the target of their attack was a fully armed soldier. Under the arranged crossfire, several killers were turned into sieves before they even got close.

"John, start moving, we'll meet at point D." M4, holding an assault rifle, looked at the team members who had completed laying the mines, broke open the door, and moved from the alley at the back. At this time, the person rushing in the front had become Binjiang.

"Understood." John glanced at the smartphone inserted in his arm. The program on it was a Google satellite map that the girls had rewritten. On it, like a game map, the approximate route and meeting point were marked. It was not far away, only a few hundred meters.

"Springfield, your AR team starts hunting them. Binjiang, Fei Ma and I will continue to move towards point D. John and the others will meet up with us." Lancer made some arrangements quickly. These guys were really annoying. As soon as the gunshots rang out, they swam over like sharks smelling blood. Don't blame Lancer for ordering his girls to start hunting them down.

"Understood, Chuntian, can you be responsible for clearing up any possible trouble on the commander's way?" M4 said quickly. The entire AR team stopped at this time, turned around and began to move towards the house behind them where intense footsteps were coming from.

"Oh?" Binjiang kicked a killer who had just pulled out a gun into the river with a flying shovel. Under the huge force, the splash of water was like a dynamite exploding in the water. Binjiang backhanded the stunned woman next to him who had half of her sword drawn, and knocked her away with the Thousand Machine Umbrella. Seeing the woman twisting strangely in mid-air, it was obvious that she would die in an instant. "So! Where to go?!"

"Follow this alley, we will be able to meet ..." Lanser said this, and suddenly a man raised his gun and fired a burst of bullets at Lanser.

The 9mm pistol bullets fired from his hands didn't even touch Lancer's oily skin. The open Thousand Machine Umbrella directly blocked all the shots. Lancer raised his gun to the edge of the Thousand Machine Umbrella and fired a burst of SAIGA12 shotgun in the general direction. In addition to the sound of pots and pans exploding, there was also the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground. Obviously, this unlucky guy didn't have the luck to dodge.

"Boss!" Marco roared with all his might. He knocked a killer next to him to the ground with the butt of his PKM, whose magazine was empty. Then he shot him in the chest with the M500 in his hand, leaving a hole as big as a bowl in his back!

"Next!" Lancer removed the magazine from his SAIGA12, replaced it with a drum magazine and threw it to Marco, "Clear the way! Where's John!"

"Behind! He asked me to come to the boss first! We stopped a squad of the enemy. These guys are really good at shooting. Really, I was shot many times in the head." Marco threw it behind him, caught the SAIGA12 thrown by Lancer, and sprayed 30 fire dragon bullets in one breath at a guy on a motorcycle rushing towards him (remember the Lancer girls who helped him press the magazine and drum?), blowing up both the rider and the motorcycle.

"Here!" Lancer simply handed his tactical vest to Marco, who put it on himself, buckled it, and took out a magazine from it to replace it. "Let's go! We have to take out a few cars before they get here. I don't want to kill people all over Damascus."

"Bang!" A small truck nearby was suddenly hit by an air conditioner outdoor unit on the front, and then it flipped in the air for many times before hitting the target. An assassin holding a pistol with blood all over his face staggered out of the broken front windshield, and was shot dead by John's men.

"It looks like the other party doesn't plan to let us stay here too long." Looking at Fei Ma who was clapping her hands, Lanser sneered. The Continental Hotel had not shown up at this time, and it was obvious that they wanted to see his fighting power to some extent. He hoped that they would not cry.

1-98 Hard-earned money

"Mr. Lancer's trace has disappeared, and it is estimated that he has left the city of Damascus. More than 20 groups of mercenaries who launched the operation on their own have been completely wiped out, and the other side has left no survivors." A man in a neat suit was reading the report in his hand quickly. Although he tried hard to cover it up, the calm yet nervous tone in his words still exposed his inner shock.

"51 employees including Giant, Lady Shadow, Disinfectant, Scorpion Tongue, Purple Eyes, Ham Dog, and Reef have been confirmed dead and have been expelled from the registry according to the final agreement. However, confirmation is still in progress and the number of people is still increasing." These killers are already well-known in mainland hotels and have their own nicknames.

Naturally, famous killers are treated differently from ordinary peripheral killers. Not only will the commission be higher, but the margin will also be lower. Not to mention that they are killers who have been famous for a long time and have many successful experiences. They will also have benefits in other projects. Discounts on suites and logistics costs are a piece of cake. Many times, they don't even have to pay for ordinary ammunition.

However, when the AR team started hunting, the entire northern city of Damascus became a slaughterhouse for these so-called famous killers. You know, not all of these famous killers are human! How could the mainland hotel killers, who were originally in the otherworld, lack alien species!

Although they may not have other experiences, the humanoids know almost everything about how to kill these aliens. Except for Springfield who suddenly appeared from a distance and killed 5 werewolves with 3 silver bullets, the AR team didn't use many silver bullets, and most of them were killed by the silver-plated daggers in their hands.

When the news of such results was reported back to the Continental Hotel, it was no longer scary. The manager of the Continental Hotel in Damascus was sweating profusely and was hesitating whether to call Lancer to explain that this was definitely not the intention of the Continental Hotel. The offense against him by these bastards had nothing to do with the Continental Hotel at all.

But before he could finish his hesitation, the situation changed further. He was so troubled that he no longer had time to care about the matter.

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"Has this place turned into a war zone? Or has someone launched a terrorist attack in Damascus?" Todd, who was assigned by Price to see what happened, looked at the lobby with a shocked look on his face, where everyone was dressed neatly and chatting happily.

The situation suddenly changed half an hour ago. Since the first wounded person fell in, more and more wounded people have been running in to seek medical assistance. Now the entire hotel lobby no longer looks like a luxury hotel. There are wounded people lying everywhere, and from time to time, there are two unlucky people who have died.

At this point, we have to say that the luck of Task Force 141 was not too bad. They arrived early and basically had beds to sleep in in the infirmary. Their injuries were treated very carefully and they are now stable. They just need to lie in bed and rest. Anyway, someone will pay for all the related expenses for them.

But from the beginning, the doctors and nurses suddenly seemed to have received an order to charge. They picked up the rescue medicines and necessary equipment in the infirmary and started rushing out.

Price and the others on the bed looked at each other, and the few who were not restricted in their mobility came up to see what was happening.

The result was such a shocking scene...

The luxurious hotel lobby was completely transformed into a battlefield emergency hospital, with miserable people everywhere. Doctors could only shuttle back and forth in the lobby to treat the wounded as much as possible. However, the Continental Hotel was not a regular hospital after all, and they only had so many doctors and nurses. So soon when Todd saw Koko's men coming down from upstairs, other hospitals in Damascus had received emergency notifications from the Continental Hotel and began to send ambulances to take people away for treatment.

"So what happened?" Todd looked at the scene in front of him with a puzzled look on his face. "Is the US government finally going to stop tolerating Assad? Or is Israel attacking Damascus?" He looked at Luz and his companions who were also confused.

"Shouldn't you receive the information first?" Luz looked at Todd strangely. Didn't you arrive earlier than me? Why are you asking me?

"..." Todd looked at Luz speechlessly, "But we are all here, and it obviously has nothing to do with us, so what happened?"

At this time, the answer they needed came to them. The manager of Damascus Continental Hotel saw the two groups of people and walked over quickly. "Hello, it's really great that you two are here. Can anyone of you contact Mr. Lancer? I have something urgent to ask him."

Todd and Luz looked at each other. The answer to all this seemed to come a little too fast and a little scary! "We have to get in touch."

"Okay!" The hotel manager looked at the two of them very straightforwardly, waiting for their communication. Obviously, Lancer was still in combat, or in radio silent marching after the breakout, so he had no intention of answering the phone unless it was a call from a special person.

Not long after, Todd asked a few questions and quickly hung up the phone, then shrugged helplessly at the hotel manager. Although Price had a way to contact Lancer, he did not intend to make it public, and he also estimated that he did not have the face to let Lancer break the silence, so he simply said that he did not have the phone number of Lancer, the arms dealer.

"Here." Luz's attitude was much more direct and he handed the phone to the hotel manager.

"So besides the massive number of wounded people, what else happened? There wouldn't be some idiot who planned to use a big toy to kill Mr. Lancer. I hope you can tell me the information without reservation." Koko Hekmatia asked nervously on the phone. If the hotel manager dared to say a word, she, Koko, would run away with her men immediately!

If you didn't know the scope of Lancer's capabilities before, you would think Lancer was bragging when you heard him say he wanted to burn Damascus. But now Koko is very sure that as long as Lancer really wants to, then Damascus may not necessarily experience a fire that consumes everything. But if there are no accidents, the question Damascus needs to focus on is what percentage of the urban area they need.

"We have locked the warehouse, and no dangerous items have been leaked out. The last news we got was that Mr. Lancer had... broken through to the outside of the city and disappeared." The hotel manager said bitterly. He did not contact Lancer immediately. If he called now, Lancer would probably misunderstand and think that all this was related to the Damascus Continental Hotel! This was fatal! The joke of the New York Continental Hotel might not be a joke anymore!

"Huh... the worst situation didn't happen. I'll contact him now to see what he says. I believe you should also understand that we have to do something at this time." Koko Hekmatia was speechless. When Luz reported what he saw, she and Stark both felt a little confused. Although they knew that Lancer was making a big fuss, when Lancer's battle results began to be summarized, they both began to feel a little overwhelmed.

Price was also unable to bear it. As the captain of Task Force 141, a special forces unit that excels in urban warfare, Price was well aware of the complex and ever-changing situations in city street fighting. However, they were shocked to see Lancer sweeping the battlefield so easily before them, and they began to feel a little scared.

When they boarded the Lancer, the situation inside the ship was complex and changeable, not much less than that of a city battle. If Lancer and his men were to use their current combat power, it would be no problem for them to defeat them.

"I understand! I understand very well. I now want to apologize to Mr. Lancer. We did not anticipate that these killers would launch a large-scale attack on him. This is our negligence. A distinguished guest like him..." The hotel manager

"Let's be practical. If he wanted to cause trouble for you, he should have turned around and come back by now. I believe you should also provide what you said about what happened in the Continental Hotel in New York. I don't need to describe the importance of your rules in his eyes." Koko said quickly, "Since he didn't come back to kill his way through your hotel and kill all those unlucky guys who pointed guns at him, it means that this matter should be negotiable!" Koko said quickly. This is the time to sell benefits to both sides. Lancer may even have to thank him for his help and ask for benefits. "So the key is... the price!"

"I understand..." The hotel manager took a deep breath and said, "Please be sure to convey our apologies.

All expenses will be borne by us.”

"Okay." Koko responded and hung up the phone. She shrugged at Stark who was looking at her with a complicated look on his face. "It's hard-earned money!" Then she quickly dialed Lancer's satellite phone number.

"Commander!" SOPII handed the satellite phone to Lancer, "Kokodayo~"

"Well, we're fighting. Let me make it short." Lanser sat in the car, half leaning against Fei's mother, but because he was wearing a heavy bulletproof suit, he had no benefits at all. They hijacked three cars on the road, threw the gold bars in front of the drivers, and drove towards the port nearly 300 kilometers away.

"The hotel manager came over and said that this incident had nothing to do with them, and wanted to ask you what kind of compensation you want." Koko said concisely, "Although they can ask for some money, it seems that we can't ask for too much."

"That depends on your skills! 30%! It's up to you." Lan Se was in no mood to care about this now, so he directly gave Koko the commission and let her deal with it.

"Hmm~ He is indeed as generous as the legend says. Just wait." Koko nodded. She could get another benefit from the hotel manager. Not bad, not bad. It was a good decision to come to Damascus Continental Hotel.

"This is really...hard-earned money."

"That's right!"

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