Marvel Space and Time Administration Growth Log

The commander's safety comes first, even if the price is being separated from each other forever!

Fortunately, such a bad situation did not occur. The currently known situation is only because of the existence of this second space-time anchor. Although it seems that the communication with the commander was successful, it also connected that space-time. In the end, they were unable to successfully send the second ship girl to the commander.

"So what did you do?" Queen Elizabeth pointed to the consumed supplies and the empty box of the Rubik's Cube. It was impossible for these things to evaporate out of thin air just by doing an experiment, so Chkalov in front of Queen Elizabeth must have done something unnecessary again.

"When the experiment was about to end, the unexpected channel stabilized for a moment, and I asked Regensburg to kick a yellow chicken in." Chkalov shrugged. "Because the new energy stabilizer is still being made, this is all we can do under the current safe power conditions.

"..." Most of the ship girls sighed collectively, Chkalov, the commander did not give you the wrong nickname!

"So can we now estimate the situation on the commander's side?" Befa asked in a low voice while filling up everyone's coffee.

"What we can deduce now is that the commander's condition is not very good. His mental and physical conditions are both quite bad." Chkalov shook his head. "But the data of Frederick the Great and Binjiang have been successfully read. This is a pleasant surprise."

"The commander is not in good health? What are Frederick the Great and Binjiang doing?" The ship girls frowned when they heard this. Obviously, they were somewhat worried about the commander's poor condition.

"Our commander has never been someone who understands what it means to be law-abiding." Enterprise crossed his arms. "With Frederick the Great and Binjiang here, at least the commander's safety is not a concern. The question is whether such an experiment will cause harm to him."

"I'm not sure, because this is the first time for us to do such an experiment. We don't have samples, and we don't have comparisons to make judgments." Chkalov put down the board in his hand. "If you want me to get more accurate data, you must let me conduct more experiments."

"This is really good news that makes people speechless." Bismarck covered her forehead and sighed. Now they can be sure that the commander has been found. This is good news, but unless they use the method of directly using strong energy to penetrate the dimension like last time, the risk of doing so is too great. If Binjiang had not jumped into the space-time transmission device that day, Chkalov would not have done so.

Chkalov suddenly convened all parties today and informed them that they had conducted a small-scale experiment. However, the experiment was going smoothly until the very end when it was discovered that there was a variable in the commander, which formed a strong interference source. As a result, the experiment actually failed and the consequences are unknown.

"What will happen in the worst case scenario?" Musashi looked at Chkalov and asked the question that concerned him most. Other dimensions? Does it have anything to do with them? All they need to care about is the commander!

"The commander might be involved in a dimensional gap." Chkalov did not hide it and said it decisively.

"What!" All the ship girls were furious.

"Chekalov! You deserve to die!" A row of Sakura Empire shipgirls have already put their hands on the knife handles. What a joke, the commander is actually involved in the dimensional gap? Why don't you go and die! Come on, my big sword is already

I can't wait any longer! Sinai!

"Ha, can you please finish listening..." Chkalov threw the document on the table. They were a group of people who had no idea what scientific research was. "Because of the lack of energy, the commander can only have a super-time and space experience at most. It will probably be over in a while. If the commander is sleeping at the time, he will probably think it is a dream. So what I want to inform you is the key to the next step."

The noisy scene was instantly silent. Oh, it was just a dream trip, that's all. Especially the group of Sakura warship girls who were shouting and killing just now, now they have put away their swords, kneeling like Yamato Nadeshiko, looking gentle and elegant.

"Huh, but I hope that next time there won't be such a risk." Enterprise glanced at the Sakura Empire's fleets that quickly calmed down, and took a long breath in annoyance. It was almost like she was about to take out her bow and arrow and 1VSIJN again! The technology in Chkalov's hands is their only chance to get the commander back. Don't you have any idea?

"So when will your plan to conduct two-sided experiments after breaking through the dimension be implemented?" Befa led the royal maids to serve coffee and simple snacks to everyone present. She walked to Chkalov's side and asked in a low voice, "After all, we are still very worried about how the commander is doing over there."

"I have nothing to say about this for now. The plan is being carried out according to the schedule." Chkalov shook his head. "There is one more thing I need to tell you. Bismarck and I have discussed that the next time we conduct the latitude experiment, I will go directly through it and establish a space-time channel next to the commander. In this way, we should be able to conduct multiple giant shuttle experiments as soon as possible and eventually open up the tunnel. I am the only one who can do all this."

"Open a tunnel?" Akagi's eyes flickered immediately, and she began to quickly fill in the blanks of Chkalov's words. "You mean, a stable two-way channel?!"

"Yes, this is a preliminary plan. Whether the commander is greedy and wants to seize that world, or is ready to help the people of that world, I think we can do something." Chkalov did not deny it.

"Seize a world?" Enterprise turned his head to look at Bismarck beside him. Bismarck raised the coffee cup in his hand towards him. "It is indeed the style of you Red Axis."

"It's really worthy of His Excellency Bismarck's style. Drink this cup in full. We in the Sakura Empire are very interested in this matter." Nagato raised the coffee cup and drank it instead of wine.

"These are all later matters. Ultimately, everything will be centered on the commander's will. We will decide our actions based on his ideas." Bismarck gestured to Nagato of the Sakura Empire. No matter what to do, it had to be Lancer's idea. Don't waste your energy on anything else.

"Well, Chkalov, how long will it take you to set off?" Knocking on the table, Queen Elizabeth indicated that the question was over. After all, no one would make trouble about the commander's return, so the matter was settled.

"According to the schedule, it will take about 3 months!"

“Can it be shortened?”

"Not at the moment."

1-105 Awakening and some buyer requests

"Huh..." Lanser sat up on the bed and glanced at the ceiling. Hmm, I recognize it! It's not the ceiling in the familiar yet strange base before. This is good. The sense of dissonance between reality and crazy fantasy makes Lanser very uncomfortable. The bed board in his own medical room is not bad except that it is a little hard.

After waking up briefly in the middle, Lancer quickly fell asleep again and fell into a deep sleep. This situation scared the calm Sixteenth Brother, who quickly called for other humanoid support and sent Lancer to the infirmary for an emergency examination. After confirming that all vital signs were normal, he notified Fei Ma and Binjiang.

After the two arrived, Fei Ma almost had a fight with Binjiang, after all, it looked like Binjiang had gone too far. However, Binjiang didn't realize something and whispered a few words to Fei Ma, who frowned and didn't say much.

"What's wrong?" AR15, who was on duty, stood up, picked up the ear thermometer and dripped it into Lanser's ear. He took a look and found the temperature was normal. He picked up a bag of wet wipes from the table and wiped Lanser's sweat. "Commander, you look worse than before. Did you have a nightmare?" AR15 asked in a low voice.

"I seem to have seen the old headquarters." Lanser frowned, his eyes a little confused. Was it because he had been away for too long and missed that place? Or was it because he missed them?

"Oh? What did you dream about?" AR15 sat down next to Lancer and snuggled up to him.

"I dreamed about the collapse fluid I stored in the bedside table, the long, dark, and depressing corridor in the base for energy conservation, and 45 in training. I chatted with her for a few words, and finally I met 95 when I was about to wake up." Lanser raised his eyebrows. He had to admit that he was really fancy! A bottle of collapse fluid on the bedside. Is it a good day to take a sip when you wake up?

Lanser didn't realize at this moment that this discomfort was not the tearing of reality and fantasy, because... both sides were reality. He had been tricked a little by his wives in the harbor, and kicked into the world of Girls' Frontline to experience a super-dimensional journey. Now his soul had not yet been pressured by the journey from different dimensions.

I felt relieved.

At the same time, this kind of time travel also brought some changes that Lancer had not imagined. The wives in War Zone No. 9 have now begun to unite as one, ready to respond at any time and prepare to join the war. And this time, even the former iron-blooded leaders who were pulled back by Lancer began to act crazy.

Although the girls didn't know where Lancer would take them, since they were ready to fight, it went without saying that they would do it with the same spirit they had shown when they fought the Iron Bloods back then (All Iron Bloods: Huh?), so the unsealing of ammunition and the debugging and storage of various equipment were all carried out in an orderly manner.

Although they are now a small mercenary organization that cleans up out-of-control Iron Blood gangs locally, they are definitely a military group with superb firepower and combat effectiveness. It's just that because the commander is away, they are just slacking off every day. Now, the commander's new order has arrived, so everyone has begun to prepare seriously.

"By the way, how long have I slept? Nothing happened, right?" Lanser stretched out and felt that all the bones in his body were popping. This sleep was... painful! However, the mental fatigue seemed to be relieved. Lanser felt that his head was not buzzing like before.

However, Lancer was a little disappointed that he couldn't pinch UMP45's cheek and knock on UMP9's head before leaving. But the latter one seemed to be able to go to the equipment warehouse and rub SOPII's head to make up for the shortcoming.

"Commander... you slept for 1 day and 11 hours, and Binjiang almost got beaten up by Fei Ma." AR15 said in a low voice, with a slight curl of the corners of her mouth. Because of Lancer's assignment, Binjiang and their AR team hung out together all day long, and they had a very good relationship. Brother Sixteen would also have a drink with Binjiang whenever he had time.

So AR15 can say that they have a very good relationship with Binjiang, so when they saw Binjiang looking very uncomfortable when being scolded by Fei Ma, they really thought about how to help Binjiang. After all, even if they don’t fight together in the future, they still have to get along with each other.

The result was beyond everyone's expectations. Binjiang joked with Fei Ma in a playful manner and was not at all frightened by Fei Ma's angry look. In addition, in the SOPII test, all of Lancer's data were very stable. It was just a deep sleep, and his brain waves were still quite active, so there should not be any big problem.

Fei Ma soon calmed down. She pinched Binjiang's face hard a few times and then let her go. However, she punished her to take care of Lan Se until she woke up. Binjiang happily accepted the task. At this time, Binjiang went to eat, so AR15 was called by Binjiang to take over.

"Ding ding ding~ I'm back. I brought you AR15... Oh! Commander, you're awake! How are you? Did I disturb you two? Or... I'll go out?" Just as she was talking about her business, Binjiang came in humming a little tune, carrying the wine jug and two snacks that he asked Chuntian to make.

Then he saw Lan Se sitting there, and Bin Jiang's eyes lit up. Although he said that he should go out and make room for them, he sat down next to Lan Se, "Hey, I guess you are hungry. It happens that this is the snack that Chuntian made for AR15, and there is also a side dish that I prepared for drinking. You can eat it first. 15, notify everyone."

"Okay!" AR15 nodded, then deftly helped Lancer open the lid of the lunch box, and simultaneously released the news that Lancer had woken up.

"Oh! The commander is awake! Are you feeling unwell?" SOPII's voice was the first to appear in the communication frequency band. SOPII presided over the physical examination of Lancer. She was very sure that Lancer had not suffered any physical injuries. The coma could only be caused by other reasons. She didn't know whether it was related to the Ten Rings or something else.

"I'm on my way here, Lancer, are you feeling unwell?" When Fei Ma heard SOPII's voice, she immediately got up from her bed, put on her clothes in a hurry, and then rushed to the infirmary.

"Oh~ Our Sleeping Beauty finally woke up? It's time for Binjiang to go to dinner now." Brother Sixteen teased Lancer. AR15 took Lancer's pulse and completed basic checks such as blood pressure and heart rate. Brother Sixteen took a look and found nothing wrong. The only question was, with AR15 and Binjiang here, could the commander control himself? The old driver was thinking about strange things while walking towards the infirmary.

"Commander, what's the status? We are about to leave from the Odessa port." M4 said simply and reported their current situation to Lancer.

After Lancer fell asleep, M4 and Fei Ma had a brief discussion and decided that since the commander's physical indicators were all normal, after arriving at the port, due to special circumstances, the others would not get off the ship and would stay with the commander. The two of them would just go and come back quickly.

Fei Ma's opinion was agreed by everyone, so she and SOPII simply got a car, and SOPII took her directly to the warehouse, and then they went in and out as quickly as possible to reduce the time they stayed there. Fei Ma and SOPII finished all the work and ran back after one day. This time, Fei Ma's space was filled with old models of guns and shells.

Yes, artillery shells. Koko will hand over these artillery and other things to the Syrian army.

Afterwards, the other party inspected these cheap heavy artillery pieces that were hard to find in the arms market. They were surprised by their good condition, which was almost like new! However, the prices offered by Lancer and Koko were not high, so the Syrian military was very satisfied and bought them all at a package price!

However, they made two requests:

First, the number is too small. The number of these guns is different, and the caliber is different. They want more, so that they can form more artillery battalions, especially the M30 122mm gun and the M46 130mm cannon. Syria specifically asked for these two calibers of artillery and shells, the more the better. This time, Feima brought 18 guns of each, just enough to match them into two artillery regiments.

Second, there were too few ammunition. Although several thousand rounds sounded like a lot, Lancer basically only gave each gun a quota of 500 rounds, which was too little, so more was needed! With the current number, not to mention the consumption of training artillery, if they really went into battle, these 500 rounds would just be a drop in the bucket and would be used up in a short while. For the artillery, after using up all the rounds, they would really have no combat effectiveness at all.

In normal arms trade, artillery may not cost much, especially this kind of ancient towed artillery. But when it comes to ammunition, even the local tyrants next door cannot afford the terrible ammunition consumption of the artillery uncle. Otherwise, how can there be a saying that a cannon shot is worth a fortune.

Therefore, Syria naturally does not want to miss the opportunity to obtain cheap heavy artillery. Moreover, the old models are low-key. They have been equipped with them before, and the training manuals are ready-made, so they do not need others to teach them.

By the way, Koko also did a business of heavy trucks for towing artillery. HCLI will provide large trucks that can carry artillery and ammunition. This is considered Koko's independent profit.

As for Syria's request, after M4's evaluation, it feels that this request is a bit uneconomical! Because the unit price of the shells is definitely not high, if you want to make money from this, it is hard-earned money. If their shells are free, M4 would not want to pay attention to them.

Lancer and his team are not able to provide sufficient quantities for the time being, or it would be too conspicuous to provide such a quantity, so this time Lancer and his team only increased the ammunition reserves for each of their guns (only within the scope provided by Lancer) to 1000 rounds. In order to cover up this, Lancer may have to look for any channels to buy it. After all, artillery of this caliber can actually be obtained in many places, such as North Korea and Cuba.

"Huh?" Lanser seemed a little surprised. "Already out of Ukraine?" His consciousness was still stuck in more than a day ago. He didn't expect that his girls were so efficient.

"Yes, we even completed the refueling in Syria and completed another deal with Balkinkov. A new batch of Mi-24 and Mi-4 helicopters are already in the cabin, but this time they are to be handed over to Iraq, so we need to take a detour, pass through the Suez Canal and then go to the Iraqi port of Basra, where they will be handed over to the Iraqi army. This batch is probably the last batch of helicopters." M said calmly.

During this process, she and Fei Ma had carefully calculated that this process would not take a few days, but it would bring Lanser more than 100 million US dollars in net profit. Lanser would definitely not miss such an opportunity.

"Does that mean I'm going to Syria again soon?" Lanser hugged Binjiang, stuffed the snacks made by Chuntian into his mouth, and said quickly.

"No, HCLI will be responsible for delivering this batch of ammunition from the port of Basra to Syria. Because of the cooperation in the previous stage, HCLI will not charge us any additional fees for this operation." M4 said quickly, because the voyage was not too far, but the operation was still relatively convenient.

"No need to worry. Contact HCLI and we will send the goods to Syria, not Iraq." Lancer shook his head. What kind of character is the US military? Haha, the US military during World War II had the best military discipline. The only difference between the current US military and mercenaries is who pays the salary, that's all.

Although the old man Ross did promise him that he would use the Iraqis' money to make up for his losses and get a few flying helicopters to decorate the Iraqi Ministry of Defense, everyone was happy.

But! Don't forget that another US lieutenant general was being held accountable for the mistake he made before. Obviously, he was so angry that if he really arrived at the US military's control area, he would not need to do anything else but forcibly board the ship to search for contraband, which would be enough to make him suffer!

Moreover, this is a measure within the rules. Even Admiral Ross cannot force Sheffield to bow his head, especially when he has just taken away a large number of resources from Ross. If he uses Lancer as a price to compensate the other party, Ross may not necessarily agree.

So at this time, Lancer thought it would be better to avoid the US military-controlled areas such as the Port of Basra.

"Okay, I'll contact HCLI right away." M4 didn't argue with Lancer. Since Lancer thought so, she just had to carry out the order.

Update Delay Notice

At 4:30 in the morning, the temperature in my house soared to 40 degrees Celsius again.

I'm queuing in the emergency room of the hospital right now. There are ten people in front of me. I feel a little speechless. It looks like it's half past nine.

I may not be able to make it in time. Today's update will be postponed to around noon or afternoon. I'm not sure what time it is. The manuscript has been typed, but it's embarrassing that it's not at hand right now.

1-106 Back to New York

"Welcome! Tony...you're finally back!" Pepper hugged Stark with a choked voice. She was so excited that after she got on the gangway, she saw the cabin door open and when Stark walked out, she even ran up by herself.

If Tony Stark hadn't looked energetic in a suit, Pepper might have been unable to hold back her tears, instead of at least being able to retain a little reserve like now. However, from Stark's smug smirk, Pepper could already feel the happiness of the man in front of her, so she punched him without hesitation, "Did you have a smooth journey?"

"It's OK. The people at HCLI have good vision. The aircraft produced by Stark Industries have excellent performance and strong stability." Stark patted the aircraft beside him, which was a high-speed cargo aircraft produced by Stark Industries, and then took Pepper's arm and slowly walked down the gangway. "Just remember to remind me to modify this aircraft after we go back. The comfort level is really not that good."

"This is a cargo plane!" Pepper patted Stark in a stern voice, "I don't need comfort. It's fine like this."

"Okay, if you say yes, then that's good! My dear Pepper." Stark stopped Pepper with force, and the two hugged each other tightly, and then let go of each other. Stark's kidnapping this time made both of them understand a lot of things, especially Stark. At Lancer's reminder, his phone was finally dialed to Pepper, but Stark couldn't help but say, "After all, you don't have to take this plane for more than 30 hours and then get a backache." Stark looked at Pepper with a smirk.

"I want to ask if HCLI is really trustworthy? After all, they don't fly directly to the United States." Pepper looked back at the HCLI staff behind him and said in a low voice.

After HCLI's special plane took off from Damascus, in order to avoid suspicion and slightly conceal Stark's whereabouts, the plane did not fly directly to the United States, but stopped in Spain for nearly 8 hours, and then crossed the Atlantic Ocean and flew directly to New York.

The end result was that while Lancer was eating his first meal in nearly 36 hours in the ship's restaurant, Stark's plane landed at a private airport near New York.

"Hahaha... Am I not standing in front of you just fine? I told you, these are just small scenes." Tony Stark held Pepper's face and wiped her cheek very gently, "But I tell you, this experience is unforgettable." Then he hugged Pepper and walked down the gangway of the plane. On the way, he began to talk incessantly about this thrilling experience.

"Really? But I'm glad you're okay." Pepper listened to Stark's words and naturally understood Stark's boasting. She automatically filtered out Stark's self-praise about how he made great contributions to the team. However, she knew Stark very well, and she listened to Stark's story with an expression of admiration on her face.

From Stark's narration, Pepper realized the degree of danger. In the sudden explosion, Stark was seriously injured, and then the rescue that came from the sky was interrupted by a sudden attack from the other world. In the end, it was the subordinates of another rescuer who defeated this man, allowing Stark to successfully escape. The whole process was safe and sound.

"Tony..." Pepper's eyes were filled with tears when she heard this. She hugged Tony for a long time without letting go. God knows how she got through these days.

For others, Stark's death and disappearance may just be a fluctuation in the stock price of Stark Industries. As the most important part of the US military system, Stark Industries will not fall! They will still have food to eat! They don't even have to worry about the continued development and production of existing products!

But for Pepper, Stark is not just his boss, he is also an arrogant, lustful, indifferent to other people's ideas, and always able to do something fancy! But... between him and her, there is only a thin layer of window paper left!

Yes, they were more than lovers, but everything that was supposed to happen had already happened...

Pepper didn't know how her spirit would collapse if the bad news really came! Pepper felt that her life was already connected with Stark. Without this big boy, she couldn't find her way to live...

"Okay, honey, are you going to pick me up in your own car?" Stark looked at Pepper's expression and knew that if he continued to brag, Pepper might really cry, so he simply hugged her and walked towards Pepper's own car. Pepper used the excuse that she wanted to go out and relax and asked for leave, and Obade readily agreed to Pepper's request for leave.

"Yes, what's wrong?" Pepper thought that since she came to pick up Stark secretly, it was impossible for her to drive out in Stark's limousine or sports car. Although she was indeed given the corresponding rights by Stark, as soon as Stark's car drove out, the reporters surrounding Stark's house would spread this action everywhere.

"Here's a little toy for you." Stark took out a pistol from under his suit. Before leaving, Lancer stuffed it into his pocket. It was a small self-defense gadget that could be easily explained away even if he was discovered.

"This is a small gift from a jerk. It's a Walther P38. It's a good collectible."

"Oh... um, okay. Hmm? There's an engraving?" Pepper looked at the pistol in surprise. After all, Stark was always so elegant, but now, he suddenly carried a pistol with him. This made Pepper feel very unimaginable. "You..."

"You need a sense of security when you're on the road." Stark said with a smile, "Now, it's yours." Stark said with a double meaning, obviously what belonged to Pepper was not just an antique pistol. "As for the words on it, that was done by a bored guy."

Pepper's eyes immediately welled up with tears after hearing these words. She hugged Stark again, "Let's go! Let's go home! We'll go back now!" Pepper grabbed Stark's arm tightly, her eyes even full of confusion.

"Yes, it's time to go back." Stark just opened the co-pilot door and looked at the transport plane where he had been for almost two days. He politely waved to the HCLI flight crew on it, and then made a gesture of invitation to Pepper. Pepper readily enjoyed his boss's enthusiastic service, and then he got into the driver's seat of the car. He muttered softly, "I don't want to see anything from HCLI again."

"Oh, what did they do to you? Did they abuse you on the way?" Pepper looked at Stark strangely. This was the first time she saw him complain like this.

Pepper naturally knew about HCLI. Although it was a large transportation company on the surface and looked unremarkable, it was actually an arms company with huge tentacles. It rose after World War II and grew stronger during the Cold War. It was a top-tier arms company that could have a say on both sides, but they themselves were not manufacturers and Jingjing was only a trader in the middle.

This time, the other party's rescue of Stark was naturally very clear in purpose, but Stark Industries had to acknowledge this favor. After all, the other party's theoretically high-ranking heir personally rescued Stark. Even when Stark Industries itself and the US military, which had a close relationship with Stark Industries, had not yet found Stark, HCLI had already sent people to New York!

Stark Industries would have to pay a huge price for such a huge favor. Pepper could guess all this. Although Stark was unruly, according to Pepper's understanding of Stark, he was not the kind of person who would not admit his debts. On the contrary, he was a bit stubborn, so it was totally unacceptable to hear such a statement from Stark.

"Because apart from the real soldiers who came to save me, the remaining one is a lunatic and the other is a money-grubber!" Stark shook his head, as if he wanted to get rid of the things that made him feel bored. "Let's go! I'm going to have a good meal, and then show up at the headquarters to give that old guy a good surprise!" Stark stepped on the accelerator, and with the roar of the engine, Pepper's Audi S7 started to turn and drove out of this small private airport.

"Oh! Speaking of this." Pepper hesitated, "I investigated the owner of that number." Pepper said with complicated eyes, "The situation may be more complicated."

"Really? You think so too?" Stark looked at Pepper. "I'd like to take a look. He asked me to take a closer look at this world. Haha, what does this world really look like?" Stark was somewhat disdainful. As the top of the pyramid of arms dealers, the energy that Stark Industries can mobilize is not something that a quasi-first-rate person like Lancer can look up to.

"What is the real world like?" Pepper looked at Stark in confusion. What is the real world like? "Really? It sounds like this Mr. Lancer is also a man with a story." Pepper looked at Stark with a smile on her face. Yes, she would never admit defeat. This was her Stark.

"Let's not talk about this anymore. Is your old darling at Stark Industries today?" Stark interrupted him. After all, for Pepper, knowing the world that Lancer described might not necessarily be a good thing. Instead, it might bring her into this chaotic world.

"Obaday is at the company. I asked for leave from him before I came out." Pepper nodded. "Can you tell me the story you know?"

"Story? Yes, there is a story!" After hearing what Pepper said, Stark's eyes instantly became complicated. After repeatedly reviewing the whole thing, Stark began to focus his doubts. In a sense, Obaday is indeed the biggest suspect, and he has enough motives to support his actions. However, he has countless better opportunities! Why did he choose this time?