Marvel Space and Time Administration Growth Log

According to what he learned from Roddy when he was about to get off the plane, the US military was not kidding and was digging deep underground to find Tony Stark. For this, more than a dozen small and medium-sized anti-US organizations were physically eradicated from the earth. Even the 141st Task Force launched an attack on Lancer at sea, and they could say that it was the sequelae of Stark's disappearance. So from any perspective, Obaday's move was meaningless and extremely risky. It was really a slap in the face of the United States.

Obaday could have let Stark die quietly at home and then announced to the public that he had died of a sudden illness. Given Stark's lifestyle, no one would find it strange.

Stark looked at the car on the road with a complicated look in his eyes, but Pepper didn't notice it. Pepper was still talking about this.

What happened within Stark Industries within that time allowed Stark to be prepared when he returned.

"I see. I'll make preparations." Stark nodded, very silently. "How are you doing lately?"

"Everything is fine, except that there seems to be a bit of chaos at night," Pepper said softly.

"Really?" Stark, who had seen it before, didn't take it to heart at this time.

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At this time, in another place in New York, in the Delta Wing Building, another person knocked on Nick Fury's office door.

"Are you looking for me? Director Fury." Coulson stood in front of the door and said with a smile on his face.

"Well!" Nick Fury stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window with his back to the door. "Come in, the report is on the table. Take a look and burn it after you finish reading it." His tone sounded very solemn.

"Yes." Coulson said nothing more, walked over, picked up the report, and read it quickly. "It seems that Sitwell thinks highly of Mr. Lancer."

"Yes, the damn Mr. Lancer is absolutely worthy of praise for his efficiency, fighting will and combat effectiveness, but please turn to the end of the report." Nick Fury nodded, his face somewhat ugly, but because of his race, at least it couldn't be darker.

"Wow..." Coulson heard Nick Fury's order and turned to the last few pages. There were some photos on them without any comments or evaluations. They were just some photos. "Is this an internal conflict in Ukraine? This should be a large bomb, right?"

"I would rather it was this situation! No, that damn arms dealer brought his men to kill a dark gathering initiated by one of the thirteen clans, and the reputation of our SHIELD is now making all the trash in Europe tremble." Nick Fury said in a completely unpleasant tone, and mixed in some vulgar words like "Fuck you". Coulson said that he didn't hear it.

"At least he did a good job. Do I need to contact him now?" Coulson looked at Nick Fury. "For God's sake, Fury, don't tell me that you hope he can end the chaos of the New York underground order."

"Huh..." Nick Fury let out a long breath, "If he can do it, why not? Besides, he is an arms dealer and has no direct connection with us."

“That’s not a good idea.”

written request for leave

The baby's temperature continues to be 39-40 degrees, and the antipyretic medicine can no longer keep it down. He is now in the hospital for observation. I just got home, and I have to go there early tomorrow morning to take over my wife's shift. If possible, I will type a little on the phone, but I guess I won't have time, so I'm taking a leave tomorrow. If I feel better the day after tomorrow, I'll find time to write, but if not, I'll have to take another leave.

1-107 This friendship is not worth it

"Commander, what have you been doing these past two days? Watching the news every day! I heard that the people of New York don't like you that much!" Binjiang, who was holding a rice bowl and pouring a large bowl of rice into his mouth, found that Lanser was holding a notebook and checking the news over there. "So, you wouldn't believe in some weird stuff and tell me that gods don't exist..."

"God is an idiot, my wife is the most important, okay? Come here!" Lanser said in a weird tone, and the group of girls were stunned for a moment, and suddenly they all laughed. At that moment, all the flowers bloomed, and the restaurant, which was not very bright, became a little brighter.

He pointed to the space in front of him and said, "Sit on my lap." If Brother Sixteen was an experienced driver who could catapult into takeoff at 180 miles per hour with just one step on the accelerator, then Binjiang in front of him was an experienced boat racing driver who could easily reach 100 knots by pushing the stick all the way to the bottom.

"Okay!" Binjiang didn't refuse at all. She pushed the food tray directly and slid to Lanser's side. She quickly stood up and walked around the table, sitting on Lanser's thigh. Then she noticed the news Lanser was watching, which was about Stark Industries' new energy industry prospect conference. "Commander, are you concerned about this?"

"Of course I care!" Lancer leaned on Binjiang's shoulder, his eyes a little vague, "We shorted Stark Industries' stock, and are waiting for an opportunity to buy at the bottom." Lancer explained briefly to Binjiang, "So now we have to keep a close eye on all the news about Stark Industries every day. If we miss a little bit, we will lose a lot of money." Lancer stretched out his hand to weigh it and felt its firmness. The heroine gave Lancer a rogue look.

If you are a time traveler, and you miss this wave of buying low first and buying high later, you might as well commit suicide! You have traveled through time in vain, and you won't even pick up the money thrown in front of you! So even if Lanser is not very rich, it is not too difficult to get tens of millions of dollars to flip pancakes and make hundreds of millions of dollars from the stock market in one go by relying on the information gap.

So Lancer did the same. According to AR15 statistics, during the short selling process in the previous phase, Lancer's leveraged capital pool has expanded more than five times. This wave of buying Stark Industries stocks will obviously have a very good effect. Even without leverage, it is enough to acquire an attractive share.

Now that Stark has returned to his loyal Stark Industries, Lancer is waiting for other leeks to happily hand him money. After all, Wall Street is a big casino, and the head is stubborn.

Just come! After all, he didn't want to go to the board of directors of Stark Industries. He bought so many stocks purely to make money.

"How can it be so complicated?" Binjiang touched her chin. She understood that her man was just taking advantage of the information gap to make a fortune. "Isn't it just taking advantage of the fire? There is no need for so many twists and turns."

"You guys, you summed it up very well... That's right, it's just taking advantage of someone's misfortune." Lanser laughed. Binjiang's words were indeed a bit blunt, but that was indeed the case. "It's just that in this kind of taking advantage of someone's misfortune, they're not robbing Stark Industries, but the local leeks and high-end leeks. All the funds were provided by them. It was a civilized and legal robbery."

"So how much did you get this time, Lanser?" Binjiang put her arms around Lanser's neck, her face full of smiles. Her commander, being able to make money, was a real talent! What's wrong with robbing money? He robbed it with his own ability! When they were in the port area, their supplies were relatively abundant, so they could collectively build a set of armor for Lanser and then seal it up. But if Binjiang could catch the opportunity to grab a Siren, she would definitely not miss it!

"Okay, you two should stay together for a while and then go back to the cabin." Fei Ma, who was beside Lancer, took a few glances at what Lancer was reading and shook her head. "Come to think of it, Lancer, didn't you say that Stark was betrayed by the people around him? Then why did you and Koko let him go back? Isn't it more dangerous? At the very least, you should help him get rid of this possible traitor first."

"It's not hard to guess what Koko is thinking. She should be in New York now." Lansher shook his head. He had some expectations about Koko's thoughts. He didn't know if it was affected by multiple dimensions. Lansher's perspective and opinions on many things were quite comprehensive and far-sighted.

From time to time, some strange thoughts would pop up, such as "Why are you hesitating about such a weakling? One strike of the sword will solve it.", "It's just a fireball." and "Let the Iron Blood Workers collect intelligence first.", especially the last one.

As for why Koko personally led the team to New York, the reason is not difficult to explain. When rescuing Star, it was Koko who gathered three forces: her own team, the Azur Lane shipping company led by Lancer, and Task Force 141.

Task Force 141 was a group of temporary thugs brought in by Koko. Naturally, they would have nothing to do after the people were rescued. After they stabilized their physical condition at the Damascus Continental Hotel, they took the initiative to evacuate Damascus. After all, in their perception, the difference between this place and entering a high-risk war zone is not that big.

They boarded the cargo plane provided by HCLI, took 3 to 5 yuan per person, and turned away. This battle was too thrilling for them, especially Price, who was greatly shocked. An arms dealer who can influence the military's decision, mobilize the government's military forces, and hold powerful military power.

And most importantly, the collision between super powers!

Price was very silent along the way. After this series of events, he was very sure that if Lancer wanted to kill them, it would be very easy. The woman in a white cloak who rushed into the battlefield almost killed a high-risk target with her fists. It happened that this high-risk target had already defeated the 141th Task Force and Koko's private armed forces before the woman rushed in.

Of course, all this has nothing to do with Koko, who has already sent 141 away. What Price needs to worry about is naturally not what Miss HCLI needs to worry about.

According to Lancer's own estimation, Koko is most likely in New York now, and her men are most likely fully armed, waiting there for Stark to fall into danger again. At that time, Koko can bring her men to rescue Stark again, and this time, Stark will have to pay much more than the last time when an agreement was reached.

It's a pity that Lancer estimated that Coco never guessed that the other party was not just a small fry, but the real helmsman of Stark Industries. If HCLI wanted to take a screw from Stark Industries, they would have to go around Obaday, the man who raised Tony Stark.

So if Koko really tried to rob someone, regardless of whether she could do it or not, she would have to curse in her heart. Not to mention that when Stark and Obaday clashed, the strength of both sides suddenly became supermodel.

If Koko really used the force she had at that time, Lanser hoped that he could be there and laugh loudly at this guy who didn't know his own strength! Sister, who are you looking down on?

"So what about you, Commander?" Binjiang looked at Lan Se. She was quite curious. Lan Se had seen through Koko's thoughts, but he was still indifferent. Since there are so many benefits, why don't we do it ourselves? Isn't it more painful to watch others make money than to not make money yourself? Commander, how could you be an honest man?

"Because it's very costly and the benefits aren't that great." Lanser shook his head. "You're going to do this if it's a loss-making business?"

"Why is it a loss-making business?" Binjiang asked with a look of suspicion. After all, according to her understanding, with a behemoth like Stark Industries, any amount of money that comes out from between her fingers can feed an arms dealer of Lancer's level, not to mention two consecutive life-saving graces.

"Because they want to kill him,

It could be his loved ones." Lancer shrugged, "Since ancient times, there has been no father-son relationship, let alone an unnamed foster father-son relationship." Lancer shook his head when he said this. The mess between Obaday and Stark was really a mess.

But if I look like Stark, then it goes without saying that Stark is lucky to be able to live to this age. Before he became enlightened, was he considered a human being? In the movie world, among the Iron Man trilogy, only Iron Man 2 can be said to be a family feud, and the rest is entirely Stark's!

But! But! Stark really has feelings for Obaday! If you had touched Obaday before he broke up with you, well! Congratulations, you have at least avenged half of your father's murder.

"I didn't expect this guy to have such a tragic life story." Fei's mother looked surprised. She heard the conversation between Stark and Koko that day. The mutual teasing between the two made Fei's mother feel that these two guys were somewhat lacking in family education. Now according to what Lancer said, Fei's mother felt that this was the reason why this guy looked so uneducated.

"Yes, his parents died at the hands of his father's best friend, and then the news of his father's murderer was kept secret from him by another person, until the two sides broke up. And the unlucky Stark once thought that he and this person were good friends." Lancer said dimly, "He is obviously a super genius and the richest man in the world, but he lives a depressed life. When his real friend fell and became paralyzed, maybe he realized how lonely he was."

What Lancer didn't say was that Stark's idea, in theory, really benefits the public. If power is to be caged, then shouldn't strength be caged? But the difference between strength and power is that power can be checked and divided, but those who hold power are often individuals, and you can't divide them at all. And often the other party will really turn the table after their own interests are damaged.

After all, when you hold a sharp knife, you will naturally have the desire to kill.

Heroes…are individualists really heroes?

Freedom? How many crimes have been committed in your name!

The motherland loves you~( ` )

"This..." Fei Ma had never expected Lancer to tell such a tragic story. Was the protagonist really the Tony Stark whose information they had collected online? A playboy, a playboy, a jerk?

"Because that's the case. When he made a selfless decision, it was shocking enough." Lancer said with a smile. He was very sure that he was not traveling through the Marvel comics, which was filled with more powerful monsters, but the movie universe. Of course, for some reason, there were some deadly things in the movie universe.

The pinnacle of Marvel is when Tony Stark, half-knelt on the ground with six Infinity Stones on his head, said, "I'm ironman." This echoed the same sentence Tony Stark said at the Stark Industries press conference more than ten years ago amid the cheers of everyone. In a sense, the first time these words were said almost marked the beginning of the prestigious Marvel Cinematic Universe. In Avengers 6, it almost announced the pinnacle of Marvel superhero movies, and...then the glory days were over.

"Oh?" Fei Ma looked at Lansher with a rather strange expression.

"By the way." Lanser held the female warrior in his arms tightly, who was not so obedient because she was pushed, and then said, "Little Tangle, has there been any response from HCLI?"

"Ms. Koko Hekmatia called. Besides mocking you for being timid and overly cautious," M4 said softly. Fei Ma squinted her eyes slightly. That little girl really knows how to talk... "She also said that the people below did lack some consideration. After all, this matter was mediated by HCLI. It is too embarrassing that they didn't consider it. The skills of the relevant people will be fined, and our revenue will be increased by 5%."

"5%, that's stingy." Lancer shook his head. He already knew the supplies that Fei Ma was carrying. Apart from the exhibits that were going to be displayed at the Texas Gun Show, Fei Ma had prepared a sufficient amount of goods, so even if it was 5%, it was already a million-dollar transaction amount. "When we dock this time, we will try to load as much supplies as possible to let the Cuban people experience the Middle East style, and by the way, they can see how our mall is operating."

"By the way...the guy from Colombia has recently launched a brutal revenge against drug dealers. In addition to the support from the United States, has the Colombian government started to invest in him? When we go back, can we consider providing him with some equipment again?" M4 suggested in a low voice.

"Provide him with another batch of support..." Lanser touched his chin. It was not impossible. After all, he had just made a lot of money in the stock market. Unlike his brother, Irons was a generous and relatively humane guy. Investing in him might not be a total loss.

"There are a number of 107mm rockets on the bottom of the ship. You can give them to him. He should be lacking some useful heavy firepower."

"Why didn't I think of that! Mom, I love you so much!"

108 Pardoning Great Knight Valentine

"Commander, you are much better this time!" SOPII tilted her head and looked at Lanser, who was sitting in the captain's seat with a very distorted look. Being able to sit here is already a huge growth.

Yes, in the Atlantic Ocean, Lancer's passive talent of Forsaken Son was working steadily. The Griffin was constantly being hit by huge waves on its deck.

Although Griffin did not drift on the several-meter-high waves like last time, the sky still seemed to have a hole in it, and heavy rain poured down. The water flow over a hundred meters long echoed everywhere along the swaying of the ship. If the helicopters and other things had not been unloaded in Syria, and the cargo hold was now replaced with various local Syrian specialty products, the cargo hold would have been in a mess, and those expensive helicopters would have been finished sooner or later.

"It's OK." Lanser rolled his eyes at the girl not far away. Perhaps she had experienced the discomfort after the dimension crossing. Now she was wandering around on the sea. Lanser actually felt... OK. At least she wouldn't die easily. He even had the energy to laugh at John and the others. This made John and the others feel very speechless. The boss could even stand, but they were still feeling very uncomfortable in the wind and waves. "Little entanglement, how much time do you have to leave the storm belt?"

"Commander, I think the question you asked... is difficult to answer for you." M4 calmly poured a large basin of cold water on Lancer, "No matter which direction we go, we can be sure that there is a strong storm waiting for us." M4 was just about to say that the Son of Forsakenness should have some self-awareness. RO635 next to him turned his head and laughed secretly.

"What a horrible weather..." Lanser muttered silently. Looking at SOPII in front of him whose shoulders were shaking violently, he shouted "SOPII!" in dissatisfaction.

"Hey!" SOPII turned around immediately, and was patted on the head by Lancer, but SOPII didn't mind and was still smiling.

"Well, is there anything else that can distract me?" Lanser sighed. He really didn't know what to say. Although he knew that his luck was not very good, wasn't it a bit too much to be so blatantly abandoned by God?

"Let's... go back to the room?" SOPII glared at Lanser, suggesting that it would be fun for Lanser to pull RO635 with her. Then she was pulled away by RO635.

"Huh...little entanglement, information." Lanser looked at his girls fooling around, a smile on his face, and he felt happy all over.

"Oh!" M4 quickly began to search for the latest intelligence, but it seemed that everyone had been behaving themselves recently, and those who were not behaving themselves were neither their guests nor their enemies, so Xiao Tangle quickly filtered out the intelligence. The only thing that was relatively relevant to them was the news that Irons had been doing something wrong in Columbia a few days ago, but everyone would meet soon, so M4 had no plans to continue after briefing Lancer.

However, an unexpected situation made M4 frown. She looked up at Springfield and said, "Although your coffee shop is quite famous in that area, it shouldn't be so famous that any big shot would come here specially."

"What are the people from the Vatican doing in my coffee shop?" Chuntian muttered quietly. She naturally noticed what M4 saw. Today, a group of prominent people came to the Springfield Coffee House. A car with the Vatican emblem slowly stopped in front of the Springfield Coffee House. An archbishop and a group of high-ranking priests got out of the car and walked into the coffee shop.

Peter Parker, who was far away in New York, was experiencing the biggest shock of his life! An archbishop stood in front of him, and behind him stood a dozen high-ranking priests. The archbishop looked at him with a kind smile, "Son, where is the owner of this store? I mean Mr. Lancer, not Miss Springfield."

"The boss and the others have gone out to sea. It will probably take some time for them to come back." Peter Parker subconsciously made the sign of the cross. This action made the archbishop's smile even brighter. This was a believer, which was an even better thing.

"Hello, respected Archbishop. I am Maxwell, the workshop manager of Azur Lane, and I am considered the boss' confidant. If you have anything to ask the boss, you can tell me. The lambs in front of us are still pure, so just let them go." Maxwell, who happened to be having lunch in the store, stood up, walked in front of Peter Parker, and blocked him behind him, not giving him a chance to say anything more to the Archbishop.

"In the eyes of the Lord, every child is pure." The Archbishop nodded. He naturally understood what Maxwell meant. Peter in front of him was just an employee of this coffee shop. He didn't know much about Lancer's business. Then he looked at Peter Parker on the side and said, "Give us a cup of your specialty coffee. This Springfield coffee shop is also a famous coffee shop. I am looking forward to your skills."

"Give all the priests a cup of coffee, and I'll pay for it." Maxwell said very cheerfully. He didn't worry at all that Lancer might ask him for money. His boss was not a stingy person. And now, Maxwell felt that it was not the time for Peter Parker to get in touch with the dark side of the church. The little guy should go back to school.

"Okay, okay!" Peter Parker was a little confused. Then he quickly ran to the counter and started making coffee with Tiyi. After all, there were more than a dozen people from the Vatican present, so it was not an easy task.

"He's a good boy." The Archbishop looked at Peter Parker with a twinkle in his eyes and praised him sincerely. Obviously, this

It's not like he's completely unaware of Peter Parker punishing evil and promoting good on the streets of New York every night.

"He's a good guy, but he's the boss's man." Maxwell looked at the archbishop in front of him and said bluntly, God? How many divisions does God have? Can you withstand the full-powered strafing of the furious boss lady? Can you withstand the terrifying firepower of 33 big birds that didn't survive a minute?

"I don't deny that, but we are all lambs of God." The Archbishop looked at Maxwell and didn't care about his sarcastic words. After all, the man in front of him had misunderstood him. He didn't intend to poach Lancer's girls. Of course, if Peter Parker went to their side by himself, that was his own choice.

So the archbishop smiled and said softly, "How long will it take for your boss to come back?"

"Not really sure. They should have been on their way to New York, but now they seem to be planning to go somewhere else. I'm the workshop manager of the shipyard, and I don't need to know everything about my boss's movements. How do I know that there's a problem with your 'Divine Grace' plan (artificial holy artifacts)? Do you need to replenish consumables? There have been a lot of bad things happening in New York recently, and a lot of homeless people have flooded into our street." Maxwell asked the archbishop in front of him. The homeless people were not stupid. After a number of homeless people suddenly disappeared, the rest of the people would naturally inquire about it, and then move to a probably safe area.

"Before leaving, Mr. Lancer stored several tons of consumables in our warehouse, which is enough for the time being." The archbishop smiled and nodded. The man in front of him actually knew so much and was obviously Lancer's confidant. This way, he could talk about a lot of things.

Because before leaving, Lancer knew that compared to the United States, the troubles in old Europe were even more exaggerated, so he exchanged a large number of holy silver ammunition with the Holy See. Therefore, several tons of ammunition were replenished to the Holy See, and the Holy See's ammunition casting production line had no shortage of materials.

"So? What's the purpose of looking for the boss?" Maxwell looked at the man in front of him. Lancer himself was not a religious person, so his dealings with the Holy See were mainly for the purpose of creating demon-killing weapons. So the archbishop in front of him couldn't be here to give benefits for no reason.

"I need to contact him. The order in New York has been on the verge of breaking down recently. These scum who are only worthy of living in the night have begun to peek at the streets illuminated by the glory of the Lord." The archbishop said softly, "By the way, convey the gift from the Roman Catholic Church." A red box was pushed over. "This is a medal that carries glory."

"Medal? I think my boss would prefer you to give him a gold or cash reward." Maxwell didn't touch the box. It was Lancer's thing and he didn't intend to touch it. If he really kept it, he would call Lancer later and ask Springfield to open the temporary safe at the bar and put the medal in there, and wait for the boss to come back and let him play with it himself.

"You can exchange this medal for a lot of things! Your boss is a noble from today on. Grand Knight Valentine is a great warrior of the Lord. He defends the glory of the Lord." The archbishop said with a smile. The thing in the box was nothing else but a Grand Knight Third Class Medal of the Order of Asylum founded in 1874! Even if you don't believe in Christianity, there is a way. So the Vatican commended Lancer for severely damaging the thirteen clans and annihilating thousands of dark creatures.

Of course, this also means that Lancer is now a noble recognized by the Roman Catholic Church. Now that the aristocracy has basically disappeared, the Church can only give Lancer the status of a landless knight. It is no wonder that Maxwell thinks this status is nothing.

"Knight?" Maxwell looked at the exquisite box with some doubts, "Well, my boss might like it." Just as he was about to continue speaking, his cell phone rang, and then Maxwell gestured to the archbishop in front of him, "My boss's phone call, I will tell him about you, sorry."

"Go ahead!" The archbishop smiled and nodded, watching Maxwell stand up, then moved his gaze to a corner of the restaurant, aiming it at his camera.

"Old man..." Looking at the Archbishop of New York nodding slightly on the laptop screen in front of him, as if greeting himself on the other side of the network, Lancer laughed, "Maxwell, it's me! How are you these days?"

"Boss, everything is going well. The progress of the shipyard has been caught up. It's just that there are too many homeless people on the street recently. They all want to come to the shipyard to make a living. I have driven away a lot of useless people who just eat and don't work." Maxwell said unhappily. Now the professional manager of the shipyard is old. Lancer has talked to Maxwell about his future development. In ten years at most, when Maxwell is familiar with all the affairs of the shipyard, he will take over the shipyard.

The boss’s trick: huge pie in the sky!

"Well done!" Lanser nodded. Although he was willing to help these unlucky guys, it didn't mean that they could treat him like a fool. "Such bad apples must not appear in the shipyard. Although we have good intentions, we are not ATMs. Anything else?"

"No, I believe you have seen the old guy over there, boss. God's shepherd wants to talk to you and seems to have made you a knight." Maxwell briefly recounted the content of their conversation.

"That's really interesting." Lanser smiled, "Give the phone to our dear

The Archbishop."

"Okay!" Maxwell didn't hesitate. He walked back and placed his phone in front of the archbishop. He made a gesture of invitation and then returned to his original seat to enjoy his unfinished lunch.

"Hello, Your Excellency Knight Valentine." The Archbishop did not hesitate to use Lancer's new title. Although this title was of little use in many emerging countries, in some countries with a strong tradition, it often meant entering the top circle.

Don't think that Lancer has achieved success overnight. Military merit has always been the fastest way to advancement. It is legal and reasonable. And don't be jealous. If you have the ability, go and massacre a gathering of the thirteen families and try it.

"Damn it, I'm going to kill that bastard Sitwell sooner or later. Why are you selling me out like this?" Lancer said angrily.

"We know that this matter has little to do with Agent Sitwell. Instead, some vampires took your photo out when they escaped. Now everyone knows who the greatest demon slayer is after the Knights Templar." The Archbishop smiled and told you the whole story. You also knew why Lancer suddenly took action against these dirty things in the other world.

"This is really not good news." Lancer smiled and shook his head, but he didn't take it too seriously. The opponent's combat power was limited. The only thing he was afraid of before was the blood clan spells (in fact, it was mainly because Lancer and John were fighting over warships that their spells could not affect). The rest was basically the same: why brag if you can kill someone.

1-109 Asylum