Marvel Space and Time Administration Growth Log

"I think I understand. What you mean is that in addition to holding gatherings in Europe, this group of vampires also held similar gatherings in New York, and their evil deeds have caused huge casualties?" Lancer frowned. After all, as a human being, Lancer had already felt extreme physical discomfort after listening to the obscure description of the archbishop in front of him.

After lamenting his inexplicable fame, Lancer began to discuss with the Archbishop the real purpose of his visit. As for the fact that those monsters held a grudge against him, Lancer didn't take it to heart. It's not like he had never fought against vampires before. These guys from the other world were bullies who only feared the strong and bullied the weak!

Except for a few vampires at the top of the pyramid, most vampires are only slightly stronger than ordinary people in various indicators. If they are in a battle, ordinary people will definitely suffer if they don't have hot weapons. But if they are prepared for the battle, ordinary people can also beat vampires.

But if the two sides are compared by ethnicity, then in the case of soldier against soldier, general against general, king against king, then the human race can make the opponent use both hands and feet, and kill the vampire with the iron head skill... Yes, humans are so strong, otherwise vampires would not be a minority race.

As for Lancer specifically, he had already fought with the vampires in New York. Although there was no incident of using 152mm cannons to suppress the vampires, the humanoid girl who used silver bullets was not something these vampires could fight against.

In the end, the other side found that, sorry, they couldn't fight at all. Whether it was the cold-blooded surprise attack of the humanoids or the long-range attack of the warships, they could easily be buried. In the end, these guys who claimed to be a superior race decided to grant Lancer peace, and Lancer was busy doing business and was too lazy to bother with these garbage in the gutter.

What's more, at that time, M4 and Fei Ma both felt that they needed to prioritize Lancer's safety. Before Lancer had enough ability to protect himself, it would be better to let these damn insects live for a while longer.

And recently, isn't this a coincidence? Lanser got the ten rings that originally belonged to Wenwu! It's time to settle some accounts, otherwise, Lanser will have to get a book and name it the Book of Hatred.

"Yes! That's right. The night conditions in New York are not good right now. Thanks to Mr. Lancer for making the equipment in advance." The Archbishop's voice sounded a little worried. "In this era, the streets are full of homeless people, and no one cares about them. So these bastards from the other world can easily lure these people with a little US dollars and special products, and then treat these people as their dinner. We tried to change this situation, but these people refused our help. In their opinion, things that come without any effort seem to be more attractive."

"...Is it your traditional model?" Lanser blinked. The Church actually planned to help these homeless people? ! Such a thankless task? ! Well, Lanser had to admit that the other party's words did make him slightly change his mind about the Church. Unfortunately, if these people did not change their operating ideas, then their failure would be almost certain.

According to the tradition of the Vatican, they would send priests to preach their sins. After these people confessed their sins, they would take them away and send them to places controlled by the Vatican for "atonement." Although there would be hard work, the Vatican would guarantee their safety, food and accommodation.

But to the homeless, such behavior is like a stab in their sensitive and vulnerable spots. If the church had not distributed food and provided them with basic medical care, these homeless people would really attack the church staff.

"Yes, I know there are many disadvantages to doing this, but now we have no more choice," he said.

Choose a method that is not so annoying. "The archbishop smiled bitterly. Times have changed a lot. The archbishop himself is also very clear that there are too many contents in their original practices that are no longer in line with this era.

Don't they know that the current situation is that they are just providing some food and simple medical services, and it is impossible for these people who have almost lost everything to be grateful? Can't the church staff see that these people who have been burned by the current situation and the brains of illegal drugs don't need these things at all?

Of course, they knew it very well and had reported it, but what was the point of knowing it?! It was very difficult to reform any country or organization, especially in the religious field, because there were too many rules, regulations, documents and books to protect these ancient rules. Either they could become independent and become a new school, or everyone from top to bottom had to be aware of the problem and clearly know that if they didn't reform, they would be doomed. Only then could they reform.

But this is such a difficult thing to do. Since they are the upper class, they are the vested interests of the old rules. Reform in a sense is betrayal of their own class. Does the Holy See really think there are no convertible sports cars?

There is no doubt that the reason they approached Lancer this time was similar to the reason why Koko approached Lancer, which was basically because they were impressed by the combat effectiveness of Lancer's men. Especially before, everyone's cooperation was also happy. Lancer turned an ancient castle in Europe into a mess like the surface of the moon. The various potential forces of the Holy See helped to cover it up and contacted the upper echelons of the United States and Russia to tell part of the truth. This matter was turned over. Otherwise, for such a fatal matter as Lancer's use of heavy firepower, couldn't both sides investigate it carefully?

"Anyway, we can reach an agreement..." Lanser nodded, indicating that he was willing to help. The vampires had not reached any so-called agreement with him. It was just that Lanser had a business deal at the time and had to stop playing whack-a-mole. Then the vampires stopped attacking for some reason. Both sides tacitly stopped attacking each other. So there was not even a ceasefire agreement. The fight could be restarted at any time!

"Yes, it's too difficult to clean up all of those underground creatures. Moreover, these guys have huge wealth. They can even promote movies and novels to describe them as beautiful and handsome. A group of corpses without heartbeats are still handsome and beautiful. It really makes me laugh to death." The archbishop smiled and shook his head, then looked into the distance with his mobile phone. "Great Knight Valentine, are you willing to clean up the evil in the world for God?"

"...Tsk, your process really leaves me speechless." Lanser curled his lips. The other party knew that he had no faith in God, and didn't even have much respect for him, but they just had a standard process. Once you got the benefits, you couldn't leave. It was very annoying!

But this is a religion, and these rituals are indispensable. The archbishop in front of him is willing to carry out this process with the simplest conversation on the phone, which is already giving face to the boss, so Lanser took a deep breath and said in a sincere tone, "Yes, I am willing to execute the punishment of sin in the name of God."

"Very good! God will record your deeds! May God bring down the thunder on sin, Amen." The archbishop simply made the sign of a cross on his chest, and then all the high-ranking priests behind him neatly made the sign of a cross there. The simple agreement between him and Lancer was completed under the witness of God.

Originally, the Archbishop should have returned the phone to Maxwell at this point, but he seemed to suddenly remember something and said, "By the way, if you have anyone you are willing to recommend, you can recommend them. After all, you are not at the scene yet, but we need someone to sober them up."

"I want to ask, are you willing to unseal those specially forged weapons?" Lancer hesitated. In New York, Lancer did know a lot of guys with excellent skills, but Lancer was not sure whether these guys from the church would use the other party as cannon fodder in his absence.

So Lancer asked this question on the phone. The church in New York is somewhat concerned about Lancer's "Divine Grace" plan. By using this question, he can basically test the other party's willingness.

"Although the time is a little short, seven months and seven days is tomorrow, which is just right for these dirty races to see it. As for the batch of silver-plated firearms, we will continue to seal them until seven years, seven months and seven days." The archbishop's smile was very simple. Something was going to be in big trouble. Time had passed a little too long. Do you really think the church has degenerated to the point where it knows nothing?

"I think... I just happen to know two unlucky guys who have been in some trouble recently. They might need some shelter." Lanser laughed. In the past two days, there have been people watching Lanser's store for free. The only price to pay is some alcohol and blood-stopping and wound-healing drugs.

Yes, it’s none other than John Wick and Deadpool.

In the previous fight between John Wick and the Russian mafia, John Wick killed a big boss. Although the Russian mafia is a loose group, in order to maintain the overall reputation of the Russian mafia, even if there are some grudges between them in private, they will be put aside when they are attacked.

, they need to work together to resolve this issue.

So John Wick and Deadpool have been through a lot recently, and although the Continental Hotel can shelter them in the hotel, how is that different from being in jail? Are these two grown men going to spend their entire lives in the Continental Hotel?

But if there is a church's protection, that's another story. Especially in a country like the United States, where there is a strong religious atmosphere, not to mention the appeal to believers, even politicians will definitely give the church a little help to get some support for their elections. So if the church puts pressure on them, these gangs will be under tremendous pressure, and in the end these guys still have to consider whether their actions will be directly killed by official forces. After all, if the National Guard is not in a good situation, the IRS also has regular forces.

"Mr. Lancer, I think I guessed who it is. That's great. A good person to entrust these weapons to. You know where you can tell them to find me." The Archbishop nodded with satisfaction. It was great to be able to kill the Russian mafia and turn them into a ruthless person who united them!

"Okay, thank you very much for coming here today, respected Archbishop. It's a pleasure to work with you." Lanser looked at the notebook that Xiaochui brought over, which showed that the Archbishop said goodbye to him, hung up the phone, returned the phone to Maxwell, and then turned around and left with the high-ranking priests. He curled his lips, put down the satellite phone, and looked at M4 and Fei Ma on the other side. "It seems that we have a lot of things to do after we go back."

"It's a good thing to have business, but we are not mercenaries. Why do these guys always come to us?" Fei Ma shook her head. Lansher positioned himself as a businessman. Fighting and killing were just a deterrent. He would not fight unless it was necessary.

"Commander, why did you call Irons? Shouldn't you call Killer Wick?" Brother Sixteen looked at Lancer with confusion, because Lancer took out his cell phone and started dialing, but obviously did not call any of John's attendants.

"Because this old bastard didn't agree on anything here, it's better to contact him first." Lancer shook his head, and then his call was answered in seconds. "You picked up so quickly, Irons."

"Hahaha, I was just walking with my phone in my hand. Thank you for the things you sent me last time. It was a great help." Irons laughed and said. He didn't hesitate to use the transmitter that Lancer sent him. That night, he asked Gideon to use it to let these drug dealers experience the American style of rage! He completely blew up the opponent's entire warehouse and dozens of people inside! Then, while the opponent didn't react, a large number of gunmen who landed from the coast slaughtered a large number of middle and high-level drug dealers. Irons also threatened the opponent's family members and got the accounts of these guys. It can almost be said that he made a fortune.

But this also brought about some other problems. Some US departments wanted the drug dealers to die, while others wanted them to remain alive to provide them with funding. Therefore, Irons' actions inevitably offended some US intelligence departments. It was only because his background was too solid that the other party did not dare to touch him for the time being.

"I brought you a small gift. You might be interested."

"Oh? Then I'll start looking forward to it. When will it arrive?"

"We will arrive in port in three hours."

1-110 Irons, CIA, BOOKMAN

"You little bastard! They said it would take three hours! I rushed here and was exposed to the wind for an hour! I didn't even dare to buy a cup of coffee!" Irons hugged Lancer's neck and complained to Lancer in a friendly manner. The old man's way of winning people's hearts was completely different from his brother's. "Do you know how many guns are pointed at my head now? I shouldn't be wandering around outside."

"Who are you kidding, old man? You've been doing pretty well recently, taking on all the drug dealers in Colombia and part of the CIA's operations team. That one launcher killed so many CIA people. Bookman called me and asked me not to give you a toy that's too big." Lancer responded to the old man in front of him with a smile. The unfamiliarity between the two men who hadn't seen each other for a while disappeared in the mutual banter.

"What? The CIA bastard has the nerve to complain to you?" Irons' eyes flickered. Lancer was hinting at the possible attackers of the previous attack on him. Irons didn't seem to find this situation strange at all. After all, you have to look at the owner before you beat the dog. He didn't just touch the interests of these guys, he pressed their partners to death in the ground!

"How dare you say that? Do you know that when Bookman called me, his voice was full of emotion, which was completely different from the old man's usual style." Lancer smiled and said that he had taken a lot of blame for him, so that's why he felt so secretly happy?

The two men in front of them were not really afraid of the CIA. The reason was simple. What was the CIA? It was sent out by the United States to bite people. And what about this man in front of them? He was the real master of the United States who came out to do things. The difference was obvious! Even if the CIA was really dissatisfied, they could only hold it in until they caught Ains' handle. At the same time, they warned all those who might do business with Ains to keep their distance from him.

But... it seems that few people were fooled by the CIA this time. After all, behind Irons stood the big man of the Democratic Party.

The CIA really needs to think carefully whether it has the guts to take action against Irons. Then, wouldn't it be ridiculous for the remaining arms dealers not to provide arms to Irons? !

That's right. From any perspective, Irons' power is still relatively small, so it's not too difficult to kill him. But if he fails, does it mean that the big shot in the Democratic Party will be furious because of the failure? Compared with the CIA, who will bear the wrath of that big shot?

In addition, for a top troublemaker like Lancer, Bookman can only lure Lancer with benefits and indirectly push Lancer to serve his own purpose. Bookman himself knows that if he gives orders directly to Lancer, do you think Lancer will execute them seriously? At most, he will say that he is doing it! This is already a respect for him as a CIA boss.

In order to further control Lancer's actions, Bookman prepared a big "gift" for Lancer in Ukraine! Unfortunately, Lancer didn't take the offer at all, which made Bookman somewhat depressed. The script he had prepared for Lancer was torn up before it was even started.

According to Bookman's original plan, Lancer couldn't refuse the huge arms warehouse business that Bookman had prepared for him on paper. This was a temptation that every arms dealer couldn't refuse. Lancer would definitely be very interested in extracting these weapons.

In order to increase the credibility of the matter, he used this warehouse as a bargaining chip to get Lancer to stop attacking the Continental Hotel! If it wasn't for making this matter look more reasonable, BOOKMAN actually didn't know the bastards at the Continental Hotel at all! And sending Sasov to Ukraine was just a casual move by BOOKMAN.

When Lancer went to hand over the weapon, the noose had already begun to close around Lancer's neck! He would be arrested directly by the Ukrainian military for stealing military warehouses. Lancer could only choose between killing through the Ukrainian military and being arrested. According to BOOKMAN's understanding of Lancer, he would most likely choose the former, and the Ukrainian military would sink his freighter and then chase him down.

In this process, BOOKMAN is prepared to let those seemingly pro-Russian military forces find trouble with him! In this way, Moscow will regard him as an enemy, and he will be hunted down by the Lubyanka Hotel. At that time, the olive branch he extended will be his only choice.

From now on, BOOKMAN's work of gathering Lancer is almost complete, and he will gain an external force with strong mobility and financial resources.

The chaos caused by this series of actions will become an excuse and reason for the CIA to stir up greater turmoil in Ukraine. The photos of the dead and injured will be played repeatedly in the media to direct public dissatisfaction towards Ukraine's current relatively pro-Russian government.

The plan of killing two fishes at once is closely linked. As long as Lancer walks into the Ukrainian warehouse, almost everything will be decided. This little bastard who jumps left and right will directly hang the lasso around his neck and take a lot of blame because of the information gap. This time, BOOKMAN will win directly!

But! After Lancer landed, he did not directly contact the key person that BOOKMAN helped him contact, but contacted Balkinkov provided by the Grand Hotel Moscow. From him, he learned that the CIA was stepping up its infiltration of the Ukrainian military and political circles, and many people who were originally pro-Russian factions were being knocked down by the CIA's golden bullet.

And until Lancer touched the Soviet doomsday warehouse and got wet, he had no contact with the key man provided by BOOKMAN...

BOOKMAN is indeed numb, like my scalp is numb...

The absence of the key character Lancer and the inexplicable bombing of a remote monastery into the surface of the moon directly triggered the Russians' alarm, and they sent people to start cleaning up various intelligence in Ukraine.

The professional level of the former owner of the Lubyanka Hotel is about the same as that of the CIA, so even if the current owner of the Lubyanka Hotel has only inherited the wreckage, his level is still on par with that of the CIA.

It was only the third day after Lancer threw Sasov and his men ashore. While Lancer had just stirred up a bloody storm in an ancient monastery, a group of people who accidentally revealed their whereabouts were blocked in the suburbs of Kiev. Three pairs of guys pretending to be lovers were forced into a dead end, and then a van arrived soon.

Not long after, several gunshots were heard. It was unknown which immoral guy threw a cigarette that ignited the flammable materials in the warehouse. Three or four unlucky guys who were caught died inside.

When Lancer began to search for treasures in the doomsday warehouse, Sasov was tied to a chair, looking desperately at the smiling Russian men who pressed his legs into the iron basin filled with water. The strong man who came in with two car batteries smiled and said to him that there was plenty of time to talk slowly tonight.

As the sun began to shine in the sky, Lancer was contentedly preparing to return with his wives. The waiters at the Lubyanka Hotel also walked out of the room with satisfaction. Sasov, who did not receive any of the support that BOOKMAN had promised, was cut into more than 20 pieces and put into a garbage bag.

Later, all of it was poured into the Dnieper River. It could be considered as an alternative way for him to return to his homeland.

There was nothing that could be done about it. After all, a large number of CIA personnel were busy bribing the military and politicians, and Lancer, who was originally designated by BOOKMAN as a potential target for him, had jumped out of the encirclement from the very beginning. BOOKMAN raised his phone several times and wanted to call Lancer, but finally gave up.

Regardless of whether Lancer would agree to help him, he could not offer Lancer a price to fight against another big country's intelligence agency for him. This little bastard would never do anything for anyone just because of two promises. As for forcing Lancer to do something, BOOKMAN was not very optimistic about his chances. If he was not careful, he would end up like Sasov.

So in order to reduce the damage that this bastard might cause to subsequent plans, when the crazy people in the CIA sent a message that they needed someone to take the blame and reduce S.H.I.E.L.D.'s interference in them, Bookman provided Griffin's coordinates at the time. As a result, the next day, news came that Task Force 141 had suffered a heavy blow...

So Bookman was sure that this little bastard had probably received the news from his friend at the Grand Moscow Hotel. Look at the port of Columbia, where the Griffin was approaching rapidly. What was he going to do? What could a damn arms dealer do to a mercenary in the process of forming? The CIA said hello, right? Come open your eyes, I'll help you put some eye drops in!

In the end, BOOKMAN could only call Lancer and ask him to restrain himself a little and not arm Irons with too powerful weapons, otherwise everyone would be embarrassed.

"When I was taking revenge, they screamed at me not to go too far. But when they shot bullets at me, they said nothing." Irons said in a very magnetic voice, his eyes were full of fierce and ferocious look, "1 centimeter, you know? Another centimeter, my heart is finished."

"So old man, here I come! Let's go, there are enough firearms and equipment for you to arm a thousand people, and some toys that should be very useful to you." Lancer smiled and pulled Irons to the bottom of the cabin.

Gideon and two other confidants of Irons followed Irons into Lancer's dock. Before entering, they took a look at Marco who was crossing his arms. This guy was too strong.

They reached the location in a few steps, and Lancer called out, "Turn on the lights."

After hearing Lancer's order, RO635 turned on the power of the cabin. Inside was a pile of crates, as well as some intimidating-looking steel pipes and brackets fixed together in loose parts.

"Is this the good stuff you mentioned?" Irons picked up a crowbar from the side and handed it to Gideon, asking him to open it and have a look. After Gideon opened the box, he saw a batch of rockets shining with a faint light.

"The 107mm rocket and its launcher from the east, the warhead and the propellant are all newly replaced. The range is a little longer than before, but I suggest you still calculate it based on 8 kilometers. After all, the scale has not changed, and the power is a little greater. The key is that it is cheap enough, your people can carry it individually, and it does not require a special launcher to launch it. It can be fired individually." Lancer said with a smile, "It is most suitable for the bad battle you are going to fight."

"Yes... sounds good." Irons looked at Gideon nodding quickly at him, knowing that Gideon was familiar with this batch of stuff, "How many do you have here?"

"Five launchers, 5 rockets. You can load this stuff onto a pickup truck, aim it at your enemy, and give them a close-range kiss." Lanser said with a smile. Colombian drug dealers are very fierce. So what? But in Lanser's opinion, they are only light infantry, and that's it. If we really talk about combat effectiveness, the regular army basically just kills them.

With the support, Irons has shown his ruthless side. His revenge came like an erupting volcano. After a night of gunfire, the public security in the whole of Bogota has been greatly improved passively. The price is that the crematorium is a little too busy.

All the drug dealers have been driven out of Bogota. Now Irons is mobilizing manpower to hunt down the drug dealers who have fled. The arrival of these rockets is a very effective reinforcement for the armed forces in Irons' hands. After this, he will transform from an armed force into a warlord!

And now that he actually controls the dark side of Bogota, there is another potential benefit, that is, those politicians who cannot afford to offend even drug dealers will quickly move closer to him. Yes, he has begun to gradually infiltrate the Colombian government, and everything is just a matter of time.

"So it's a pleasure working with you, right?" Lanser looked at Irons with a smile, who had a satisfied expression on his face. It was obvious that he had been wanting something exciting for a long time.

"Yes, it's very good, but there is one more thing."

"what happened?"

"I found some Colombian specialties in the warehouse in Cuba. I know this is your business. Have a good chat with your partners."

“Fuck… I get it.”

1-111 Planning (What is the single dog chapter serial number)

"Hey... Jin Bing, Negative Film, I heard that it's only been two months and you've already started to make a profit?" Lanser said with a smile.

After listening to AR15's report, although the number is not a lot, it is still a number that is surprising.

The small-scale market, which was built in the shortest time, attracted the attention of all Cubans as soon as it opened. Although the goods here are more expensive than the supplies provided by the Cuban government with tickets, they are much more affordable than those sold in the black market. Therefore, there are long queues in the past few days, so much so that the Cuban government simply sent police to maintain order. This is a very strange experience for King and his men. Yes, the police are guarding the door for them.

This conference call was held under such circumstances. However, with the help of SOPII's technology, Lancer and the two guys in front of him upgraded the conference call to a video conference. This was somewhat surprising to the two of them. After all, for them, even if they cursed at someone, they would just curse directly on the phone. Being able to see each other clearly was a very novel experience.

"A little bit at a time." A very peaceful smile appeared on Jin Bing's face. Obviously, this month, the one million net profits each month were not much if one of them was divided among the three companies. It already made them very satisfied. The annual profit of several million could almost be said to be a stable income, and the steady flow of income was enough for them to work hard.

Moreover, this number is still limited by the fact that the supermarket covers a limited population. Many Cubans don't know about this supermarket, so it needs publicity, or further increasing the number of supermarket locations. There is also the supply of goods. The Cubans' enthusiasm for shopping completely exceeded the three people's expectations. All the electrical appliances were sold out, and the small hardware was basically sold out. Looking at the empty shelves, Jin Bing and Nei Xia felt heartache.

Collecting goods from New York and sending them there takes a long time and is expensive. Lancer is planning to propose collecting supplies directly from Columbia, so that Irons can also serve as a reliable backing for their business. If everything goes well, the revenue figure can increase significantly. All the profits are in the details.

"The purchasing power of a market that has been suppressed for a long time is much more exaggerated than expected." Neipian played with the wine glass in front of him, with a sense of pride in his eyes. The traditional business of gangs is inevitable to fight and kill. After deducting the settlement fees and various expenses of the younger brothers, most of their businesses have become just huge profits. Unexpectedly, this business that they thought was a long-term business actually showed them what profit and return rate are, which made Neipian feel what he had been doing before.

"Sounds good, but I have something to tell you." Lancer nodded. "The owner of a large defense company that is about to be established in Bogota told me that Colombian specialties have appeared in your private warehouse. He discovered this when he was fighting those drug dealers recently." Lancer said in a relaxed tone, but the film on the screen narrowed its eyes, and Kingpin frowned. It was obvious that the two gangsters instantly wanted to kill each other.

"A Colombian specialty? Cocaine? It seems that the people below have had an illusion because of the ever-expanding business." As Jin Bing spoke, murderous aura began to emanate from his body.

Jin Bing and Negative Film reached a consensus that this business does not involve their original industry. In other words, it is a clean business. Although in theory it will lose a lot of profits, the money earned in this way is safe and can be used directly, and there is no need to launder money.

For Neipian and Jin Bing, it was time for them to find a way to clean up their act and get out of trouble. How could they miss such an opportunity? Apparently, some of their subordinates thought that the boss's idea was too simple. Why not take the money that could be earned? Under Jin Bing and Neipian's repeated emphasis, some people went against their wishes and did it anyway...

You can say that wealth is dazzling, or that the vision is just so small, but this matter is like a knife stabbing Jin Bing and Negative Film in the chest!

Because there is no doubt that this means one thing! The boss's words are useless in the face of money! Today, he can secretly get some cocaine behind their backs, but tomorrow, he can think that the two of them are in the way and simply plan to kill them?

This situation is absolutely fatal for Kingpin and Negative. Although it might be done by one of their subordinates, after being pointed out by Lancer, both of them will conduct self-examination and must conduct self-examination to see whose subordinates did the stupid thing.

"Let's solve this problem. Colombia can now be used as a source of supply for some basic products. I've already negotiated for you. This way, the goods don't have to travel thousands of miles from the United States, and the transportation cost should be much lower." Lanser looked at the two people with gloomy faces on the video. "But I believe you don't have time to listen to what I say now. Let's talk after this is over."

"Okay!" Jin Bing looked at the film on the video, "We will give you a result soon! Don't worry, we won't make it difficult for you."

"That's right, it won't take too long before there will be a result." Negative Film was also grinding his teeth. It would be best if the problem didn't lie with him. He had carefully selected his subordinates, but it had only been a short time, and they had made such a mistake?! Was he too easy to talk to recently, causing these bastards to forget something?

“I want to make sure

"Jin Bing hesitated for a moment, "Before this incident happened, our cooperation was pretty good, so..."

"The equity remains basically the same." Lanser glanced at Kingpin. This guy was obviously worried about something. "By the way, if possible, help me collect intelligence. Are there any ghosts appearing at night recently? Is there anyone who wants to buy their heads?"

"There are indeed some problems on the streets of New York recently..." Seeing that Lancer had no intention of taking advantage of the opportunity to cause trouble, Jin Bing didn't say much. He nodded and said that what Lancer was talking about was a trivial matter. It was just collecting some street intelligence. He never expected that he would almost fall for no apparent reason.

"It's a small matter." The film didn't realize what kind of storm this guy was going to stir up in New York, but it shouldn't be aimed at them. As for the rest of the scum, the film didn't bother to care about their lives, so he simply nodded and agreed to Lanser's request, "Come over for a drink when you have time."

"That's it, see you later." Lanser waved to the two of them, and then asked SOPII to cut off the communication.

It is hard to say whether it was the right choice to exchange Irons' information for a promise that seems unimportant. Or, Lancer himself did not think that Negative Film and Kingpin could achieve much. After all... compared with Irons, who already had the potential to be a hero, Negative Film and Kingpin, who were merely gangsters, were quite different in terms of their overall situation, so this was all they could do.

"These two guys are quite sensible." The heroine leaning against the wall curled her lips and laughed very directly, "Why don't you just ask the guy who is picking up the goods outside to help, and directly arrest those guys who are still tinkering in the warehouse. He has taken so many of our things, he should do some work." Binjiang stretched out his hand and gestured, indicating to Irons' men who were moving things in the cabin, thinking that they should do some work.