Marvel Space and Time Administration Growth Log

"Do you want to ask the heavyweight guy behind for help?" Benny stood next to Dutch, holding a Heineken beer in his hand.

"It's not time yet. Besides, the guy behind us is a greedy shark. If we want to ask him for help, we might have to work for him this year. So, Beni, this proposal is meaningless!" Dutch looked at the sea and sky outside the window and complained in a depressed tone, "What a shitty business!"

Dutch's resentment was not without reason. Originally, this business deal of his should have been completed, but he received a call from Balalaika, asking him to go to Lancer to pick up a batch of goods. Dutch thought that the underwater things would not grow legs and run away by themselves, so he went to pick up Lancer first.

Unexpectedly, after Lancer landed, there was a day of "firecrackers". I thought I could go out to sea to avoid it, but not long after arriving, I received the latest news from Lancer. It was terrible. How long have they just stopped the ship? "It's really... a bad day."

"If we don't ask for help from behind, then we can only hope... to scare the other party away." Benny sighed. After all, they were a torpedo boat and seemed to be armed to the teeth. If the other party was just a civilian ship, their torpedo boat should be quite deterrent.

But half an hour later, it was proved that Dutch's idea was a complete failure. The other party launched an attack not long after asking about their identities.

"Oh! Oh! Commander! Three missile tracks have been found! The Black Reef Chamber of Commerce has launched their torpedo boats and is running!" SOPII held the drone control panel and ran towards Lancer who was fishing on the side of the ship. At an altitude of 200 meters, the drone that was watching this sea area reported all the situations on the sea surface back without any error.

Dutch's torpedo boat is of this size, so it is impossible for it to have special detection equipment on board. The other ship observed by SOPII seems to be more like a normal survey ship than a cruise ship.

"Well, it looks like the other party is also coming for this submarine. It's a business meeting! But is he so ruthless?" Lanser made a quick judgment, "It looks like Dutch is in big trouble. The unlucky guy who went to the sea will be trapped in it."

"Want to help?"

With his eyes blinking, SOPII was obviously eager to create chaos in the world. He was just about to hug Lancer and shout that he was going to have a big fight.

"No, that's Dutch's business. We already have enough troubles." Lancer shook his head, rejecting the girl's idea of ​​doing something outrageous. "But necessary precautions are still necessary. Can you identify the missiles launched by the other side?"

"Judging from the range, it should be a wire-guided missile, most likely TOW. We are all familiar with the place where it is produced." M4 had already reached the top of the ship. She was looking at the situation over there with a telescope and she quickly made her own judgment.

"Yes, the boss lady made a very accurate judgment. I am very familiar with this range..." John put down the telescope and licked his lips slightly. "Since the other party can use this thing, and can use three shots in a row, it seems that he is quite wealthy."

"I understand what you mean, John, but this is someone else's job, and it's not right for us to intervene rashly." Although he was somewhat tempted, Lancer had no intention of confronting him immediately. "Besides, we only have one hard assault boat that can quickly approach them. It's not a smart thing to rush in during the day."

Although the enemy didn't seem to have any weapons, Lancer's ship wasn't a warship, and they didn't have any large missiles at the moment, unless they sent Feima to fight, but in that case, they might as well use missiles to fight the enemy's assholes. And even though their ship was bigger and had a great chance of winning, if it was damaged, they would still have to go to the dock to repair it, so no matter how you calculated it, it was a huge loss.

"But we still have to do what needs to be done. M4, please contact the unfortunate guy being chased by the Dow anti-tank missile over there to see if he needs help. Of course, it won't be free."

"Yes!"

1-10 Secret Competition

"Commander, tea." Fei Ma smiled and handed a cup of tea to Lanser in front of Chuntian's shocked eyes.

Chuntian looked at the tray in her hand, and the cappuccino and cane sugar cubes she had carefully brewed on it. Chuntian's eyes turned into dead fish eyes. She was actually beaten to the punch by Fei Ma? She really couldn't complain. Chuntian picked up the coffee cup and drank it all, then threw the tray into the sea and turned away.

"Huh?" Hearing the sound of someone falling into the sea nearby, Lanser tilted his head in confusion. The other party was going to the Black Lagoon Chamber of Commerce, which should have nothing to do with them, so the ship should be very quiet now, but what was the sound of someone falling into the water? Did someone unlucky fall into the water? That shouldn't be the case. John and the others would not make such a stupid question.

As for his girls, how could they make such a mistake? In level 5 sea conditions, Lancer had seen SOPII jumping around on the mast to repair equipment. The girls had incredibly high body balance and flexibility. Of course, this was something he learned from other places.

As for Fei Ma...well, Fei Ma can tap dance on the sea.

"Oh, maybe..." Fei's mother tilted her head slightly, glanced at the direction where Chuntian left, and smiled evilly, "Someone threw the unused tableware into the sea."

"Eh?" Lanser smacked his lips, somewhat surprised. Tableware? Throwing it into the sea? Mom, you must be implying something.

"After this order, Commander, we seem to be a little closer to the goal you set at the beginning." Fei Ma did not give Lansel time to think about it, and changed the subject very smoothly with a perfect smile on her face. Chuntian was really a good girl and brought her a lot of fun.

"Hey...target?" Lancer shook his head with a wry smile. As a time traveler, Lancer knew very well what was about to happen in this world. Although theoretically, as long as he left New York and avoided a few megacities, he would be safe until the snap of Avengers 3. But thinking back to the subsequent plot, Lancer completely rejected this idea. After all, with him around, this world line probably wasn't some damn sacred timeline.

This means that there is a deadly Conqueror Kang, running back and forth in this time. Lancer doesn't want to experience the taste of being corrected as a wrong timeline. Because if there is no accident, because from the appearance of Tony Stark on TV, this is a branch of the movie universe, then the appearance of Conqueror Kang is almost inevitable, and Lancer needs to deal with it all.

But this is a madman who is running wildly on the timeline. It can be said that the Conqueror Kang played a decisive role in the collapse of the entire timeline. This guy's ability is not just time travel. His skills come more from the technological advantages accumulated in almost infinite time and space. In other words, this guy is also a top scientist. Of course, he is suspected to have high magical abilities.

In this endless space-time line, countless Conqueror Kangs were born. One of them was chosen by three space-time managers. He can manage a certain section of the timeline and has the right to modify it. This is a very scary ghost story. In the true sense, "I don't want you to think, but what I think!" And this Conqueror Kang has another name, called "Eternal Kang".

"Yes, Commander, it's actually been going on, right?" Holding Lancer's arm around her from behind, Fei Ma said faintly, "You have found a little clue now, which is very important, right?"

"Eh..." Lanser sighed. He himself didn't know if his judgment was correct.

In his opinion, anything that is linked to time is as invincible as playing tricks (Dormammu, let's talk!).

Among them, time travel is relatively easy to solve. For this concept, it is to go back from one point in time to another. All this is inevitable, and this inevitability constitutes a closed loop. For the future, what happened at this point in time is what has already happened (just like the father of the savior in the Terminator is a future man).

But don't think about traveling to the past, having an affair with a girl, and then coming back to find out that you are your own father. Because in the Marvel world, the soul really exists, and the soul is unique. There is no such weird thing as giving birth to yourself (theoretically, cloning technology can only clone the body, and there is no cloning at the soul level. I don't know if the Soul Stone can make an identical one).

But there is another concept called time travel, which is the real modification of time reality. In simple terms, it means that you use the SL method and read the file! Many times, it is not that the bosses in the game are not strong, but because we can read the file, constantly explore, and find out how to deal with these powerful bosses. This is the power of this method.

If you can't understand how powerful this ability is, let me give you an example. Natsuki Aoi in RE:0 has no strength and no other cheats, but he relies on the ability to load the save file after death to play the game well. You have to know that his opponents are all guys with extraordinary powers.

These two concepts are somewhat difficult to define, because the time span of the two is not necessarily longer or shorter! So which one is the time travel that destroys the timeline? This is because of the third concept, time convergence! If the result of time convergence is consistent with the result before the time travel, then theoretically the closed loop of time is not broken, and this is just time travel. Otherwise, this is time travel, and a new timeline branch is born.

Unfortunately, Eternal Kang is suspected of possessing both of the above powers! He was given the authority to modify and maintain time by the so-called Time Manager. Thanos holds six Infinity Stones, but none of them is as invincible as him.

Lancer didn't want to die, nor did he want to lose his girls, so the only option he could do was to snatch the right from the so-called Conqueror Kang, or at least deprive him of his rights.

And is all this easy?

Obviously, it is not easy, especially for a semi-illiterate person like Lanser who knows nothing about science. Fortunately, Lanser knows at least one thing: the secret of time is hidden in the quantum field. The problem is how to find him out.

According to the clues provided in the plot, this quantum field is probably linked to the Pym particles. However, it seems that when Pym left Pum Technology, he destroyed almost all of his research and invention data. This made Lancer feel very speechless, and the Pym particles replicated by his disciples showed no signs of success.

"Eh..." Thinking of this, Lancer, who felt a headache, sighed again, "Let's take it one step at a time in the short term. It seems that in order to find a way to connect to S.H.I.E.L.D.'s internal network, we need some good hands to lead the research on this thing. Without a genius to crazy brain, it is impossible to complete such technical research." Lancer sighed. In the world view of Marvel, are there such people? Yes, there are many top scientists who can be named, but it is basically impossible for these guys to work for Lancer, or it can be said that Lancer lacks a necessary condition.

"A fully equipped laboratory... still lacks a lot of money." Lanser felt the pressure coming from behind him and shook his head. After some things, Lanser was a little surprised when he woke up in the middle of the night. Why did he think so deeply about this matter? Moreover, it was obviously a trouble in front of him, Thanos, but he didn't take it to heart at all. After all, judging from the pressure he showed...

Because the movies at this stage were a failure, the sense of oppression displayed by this master of time and space is really not as strong as Thanos, and he did not show the power to succeed Thanos to fight against the Avengers at all (I personally feel that after Avengers 4, the entire Marvel Universe suddenly seemed to stop making movies).

"There's no point in worrying now. The sunk costs are enough to drive you crazy." Fei Ma said with a smile. She didn't care about it at all. She just leaned against the commander and teased Lancer.

"Mother Fei, your skill in piercing hearts is getting better and better." Lanser leaned his head back slightly, feeling the soft fullness. Mother Fei smiled. Oh, the commander does like to act like a spoiled child sometimes.

"Because it's the truth, it hurts the most, right?" Fei Ma said with a smile. Lancer's current financial resources plus some equipment that he had obtained through trickery were simply not enough to support such cutting-edge research. Especially since Lancer himself only knew that in this chain, the Pym particles could be reduced to the extreme and enter the quantum space, and time and space travel could be carried out in the quantum space.

So the first step of all this is Pym particles! Well, that's the end of it... Pym particles are a terrifying technology that more than 99.9% of scientists in the entire human race cannot understand, and this technology is a stable technology that was developed decades ago.

Lancer used various means to obtain Pym particles and complete the time in quantum space.

Designing the shuttle technology... is almost impossible! Stark is a terrifying boss who can give the core formula of other people's technology with just one look, and he has to study for a period of time to sort out the technology, which is very troublesome.

Where could Lanser find such a scientist to take over? At least Lanser didn't have such a scientist at all, not even one he knew.

"Commander, it's time for afternoon tea!" Chuntian stood by the cabin door and poked her head out. Her eyes were full of smiles. Second round!

Next to her was SOPII's head. SOPII's little mouth was bulging and she was chewing something quickly. There was a little cream on her cheeks, making her look like an oversized hamster.

"Okay!" Lanser put down the fishing rod and dumped the two lucky ones in the fish box into the sea. It's okay if they are not air force! Then he stood up and walked towards the restaurant, "Why are you in the mood to make afternoon tea today?"

"Because I have nothing to do, I just happened to think of some recipes that might be useful for the cafe." Haruta said with a smile on his face, "But if the commander goes too late, there might be nothing left."

"Okay!" Lanser, who was bored but full of expectations, walked quickly towards the restaurant.

"Do you understand a lot?" After Fei's mother walked into the door, she looked at Chuntian in front of her with a smile.

"No, there is still a lot I need to learn from you. It is my job to take good care of the commander." Chuntian smiled and walked away hand in hand with Fei Ma.

"Did you see it? The invisible flashes of swords and sabers." SOPII put the cream into his mouth and muttered.

1-11 Hardworking Hydra

"Yes, I'm going to California next Wednesday. How about coming with me to enjoy the beach?" Sitwell was joking with a female agent with a smile on his face while walking quickly. As a high-level agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., Sitwell was dressed in a neat suit and looked like an office clerk, but Sitwell was an action team agent with considerable power.

"What's going on? Is the Brotherhood of Mutants making trouble again?" The female agent didn't buy it at all. She looked at Sitwell directly with a playful and gloating look in her eyes. Mutants are not easy to deal with. Even though Magneto is in jail, everyone knows that no matter what kind of defense method the Department of Defense uses, it really doesn't mean much to Magneto.

"Well, yes, I have to admit sometimes that you are a little too smart." Sitwell looked at his female colleague walking away and shook his head unhappily. "So you really don't consider the sun and the beach?"

"Hey..." A man with a precarious hairline put his arm around Sitwell's shoulders, "How's the coffee in New York?"

"That little bastard you introduced?" Sitwell rolled his eyes at Coulson, "He's a lunatic! A psychopath who would use heavy machine guns to fight at the Continental Hotel in New York. Are you sure you want to recruit such a lunatic into S.H.I.E.L.D.? Nick Fury will thank you!"

"So your evaluation report?" Coulson frowned. He originally planned to contact Lancer, but because of something urgent, he asked this job to Sitwell who was also in New York. Because Lancer was Chinese, he even did some research to increase the success rate. He searched for famous Chinese restaurants in New York and chose one of them. It was said that their chef Lao Chen was very skilled.

However, due to some unexpected events, he was transferred from his original position. Coulson felt vaguely puzzled. After all, this matter was not big or small, and it happened that the local SHIELD agent was not of a high enough level, so he was needed to handle it. However, Lancer was about to go to sea, so he had to transfer the task to Sitwell.

"Although it's not classified, I can't show it to you before Nick Fury has reviewed it. You know the rule." Sitwell looked at Coulson, "But if you buy me a drink..."

"Deal!" Coulson nodded immediately and gestured in the direction of the restaurant. It was obvious that he was going to fulfill his promise immediately.

"Keyword one: complex!" Sitwell and Coulson said as they walked. "The CIA is behind him, but he is not a member of the CIA. He can directly enter the CIA's market and the CIA is not angry."

"It's impossible for his business not to deal with the CIA." Coulson nodded. This was not surprising.

"But I saw him having dinner with the head of the FBI's New York branch, and the next day the FBI arrested a lot of people. On the surface, it seemed like there was nothing to do with him."

"Um... well... we need people like this, don't we?" Coulson hesitated. Oh my goodness! But it seems that they often pretend to be the FBI, so this is not a big deal.

"Then I found out there were drug dealers who wanted to pay for illegal drugs." Sitwell looked at Coulson and ordered a drink he usually liked. "Three days later the DEA held a press conference."

"'Black Fang' Sean?" Coulson scratched his head. Very good. He is indeed a great talent. He has many friends. "So is the ATF next?"

"Uh-huh, Bogota." Sitwell was too lazy to say anything and just gave a place name.

"What? Those...stitched monsters that suddenly appeared in Columbia and assembled guns are also related to him?" Coulson lowered his voice and whispered.

The sudden appearance of this batch of firearms immediately shook the balance of power among local gangs. Finally, after a series of fights, the strongest one began to unify the Bogota underworld.

"You have to admit that the guys at the armory think highly of these stitched-together guns." Sitwell shrugged. Yes, these modified guns, which were pieced together and even used additional welded parts to fix the gun components, had performance indicators that were not inferior to those of guns produced by regular large manufacturers.

You should know that the general requirement for a black gun is that it can fire! And the mass-produced products of large manufacturers generally begin to pursue accuracy! However, this batch of randomly modified firearms still attracted the attention of many people. With good performance and very difficult to track firearms, who can not like it?

"Damn, this guy should have a very good relationship with the police, right? I think he should like those corrupt cops in New York very much." Coulson said with a wry smile.

"This brings us to his second special feature." Sitwell looked at the phone in his hand. "Greed! As long as he can make money, this guy is really brave."

"From what you said before, I think this is not difficult to understand, crazy greed, God." Coulson muttered the word God, and then felt a little amused, wondering what kind of person he had chosen.

"Oh, Crazy is next. He had a fight with the killers from the Continental Hotel in New York, and then what happened is what I just told you." Sitwell finished his drink, and the straw made a gurgling sound.

"Another drink?" Coulson's smile froze. "I haven't finished listening yet!"

"We have to drive out in a while. There are indeed some related contents, but compared with the previous ones, they are nothing, so they are not important." Sitwell thought about it. There were more than a dozen items listed in his report as a description of Lancer, but obviously, the most eye-catching ones were the previous ones, as well as the various strengths hidden behind these items.

"Okay, thank you for the introduction. I think I really made a mistake this time. I'll treat you next time." Coulson looked at the time. He was not very idle today. Nick Fury was waiting for him in the office upstairs.

"Okay! Goodbye." Sitwell stood up, said goodbye to Coulson, then turned and walked in another direction. Sitwell muttered in a low voice, "He is indeed not very suitable for S.H.I.E.L.D." Sitwell's mouth curled up, "But he is suitable for us!"

Sitwell walked into his office with a smile on his face, closed the door, turned on his computer, and habitually browsed his mailbox first. After throwing a few spam emails into the recycle bin, he found a new email in his mailbox. He glanced at it and found it was a belated investigation report about the guy he had just mentioned to Coulson.

"He's good at everything, and has connections everywhere..." Some of the photos in the chapters caught Sitwell's attention. He took a deep breath and couldn't help but mutter softly, "This guy is actually related to Congressman Underwood's family. No wonder there is so much resistance to investigating him."

The photo showed an internal banquet that the Democratic Party hosted for their big donors. In one photo, Congressman Underwood was talking to Lancer. In another photo, Underwood and his wife were standing at the door, welcoming Lancer and a black-haired girl. This was a personal relationship that went beyond work content.

Although he is not a politician but a senior agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. and has little dealings with politics, Sitwell is very clear that the Democratic Whip in front of him is a very capable politician, because it is not an easy task to make these congressmen obey obediently.

After all, we all hold power, why should we listen to you! Don’t think that the members of a party will have the same mind. For all members, the first thing is to protect their own interests, and then protect the interests of their constituencies from this point of view. Otherwise, how can I keep my position as a member of parliament? !

But this guy has done it! And he has done it quite well. S.H.I.E.L.D. has evaluated him as reducing political disputes in the United States by more than 30%. Specifically, within the Democratic Party, the proportion may be close to half.

"An interesting guy." Sitwell propped his arm on the table, covered his mouth, and fell into deep thought. This guy's network of relationships has already spread to such an extent, why does he still have to run shipping himself? He can even walk into any bank, borrow a large sum of money, and then set up a shipping company, and then go public on Wall Street. The rest is to lie at home and enjoy life with his beautiful girls...

"Knock knock..." There was a knock on the door, and Sitwell's thoughts were interrupted. He immediately closed the email and deleted it. He had already memorized the content in his mind. The danger, trouble, and temptation of this arms dealer named Lancer had risen to a whole level.

"Come in!" Sitwell responded.

"Nick Fury wants you to attend today's meeting." An agent pushed the door open and dictated a few words.

"Today's meeting? I wasn't notified." Sitwell looked at the person in front of him vigilantly, while his hand was on the hidden gun position under the table.

"Because the director just decided to hold it in conference room B12." After the visitor finished speaking, he was ready to

He left, apparently to inform others.

"Can I ask who else is attending this meeting?" Sitwell asked, "and what the general content is? I want to be more prepared." Conference room B12 is not small and can accommodate more than people for a meeting. If it is changed to a briefing type, to people can also fit in.

"I'm going to notify Agent Coulson, Agent Barton, Agent Hill, Agent Sharon, Agent Ward, and Agent Rumlow of the action team." The errand boy quickly called out a long list of names. "As for what to do, sorry, I'm not at a high enough level to know." After saying that, he signaled to Sitwell and ran away quickly. After all, there were so many people waiting for him to notify.

"Really...it looks like there's going to be a big operation," Sitwell stood up and sorted out the recent information at hand with some helplessness. It seemed that his original plan to further contact Lancer would have to be put on hold for a while. Finally, he muttered something in a voice that he could hear himself.

"Long live Hydra!"

1-12 Additional Business

"Dutch, has the boss at the back noticed that we are in trouble? Why not ask him for help?" Benny held up the telescope. He was shaken badly by the desperate rush just now. Now he felt pain all over his body when he returned to the cabin. However, to them, this little pain was really a trivial matter. Saving life was more important than anything else.

The group of bastards not far away were really scary. They had just fired three TOW anti-tank missiles. If Dutch hadn't reacted quickly and started the boat in advance, they would have become one of the artificial reefs on the seabed. Don't doubt it. Although they were driving a torpedo boat, if it was a torpedo boat like theirs, basically if they were unlucky and got hit by two of the three missiles, Dutch and his companions would really have to consider how to drift to the boss's ship on the sea.

"Ah, yes, the big shot behind us had a good time, but he's not doing charity. We can't afford to pay him for it." Dutch stroked his bald forehead and said speechlessly, "Not to mention that these guys are even more chaotic than those troublemakers from SHIELD."

"Yes, after all, he is the first one who can sell arms in Roanapura and the Order pretends not to know. It is said that Lancer blew up an opponent more than ten kilometers away, and... it seems that he used something like a cannon." Benny whispered. Merchants like Lancer who can pull a boat full of hard goods and exchange them for cash immediately anywhere are fat sheep in everyone's eyes. Sometimes, it is not just the people of the other world who end up in trouble, but also some... the armies of small countries will be tempted to take action.

"Ah, the rumors range from 500-ton large minesweepers, to 1000-ton light frigates, to the recent discovery of a 3000-ton destroyer wreckage in the South China Sea. Really, none of them are reliable!" Dutch smashed the beer bottle on the operating table. No one would object to the fact that the boss was a tough guy. No matter whether his subordinates were a group of old men or a group of crazy women, each one was more capable than the other. The Italians had just proved their methods with corpses.

But a 3000-ton destroyer! It's not something that can be dealt with by a few skilled gunners! Before boarding, the weapons on the destroyer have too many ways to kill anyone who approaches, and if the destroyer stands upright and lets the TOW that just hit them shoot at will, it will probably take at least a few hundred rounds before it sinks.

"Let's first think of a way to bring Levi and Locke back and see what the situation is. After all, this sea fishing trip has turned into an overtime match! Damn sodium crispness!" Dutch rubbed the back of his head with a look of dissatisfaction and anger. This business made him feel like he was losing money. If he hadn't inexplicably eaten up an Italian's inheritance, he might have lost money today.

"Hmm?" Fei Ma, who was holding Lancer, suddenly felt her nose itchy. She frowned, but held it back. A lady should not be rude, especially in front of the commander.

During this long period of time, apart from fishing with Lancer, Fei Ma really didn't have much to do. Even the humanoids took turns to accompany Lancer. After all, it was broad daylight, and Dutch couldn't do anything. The result of approaching rashly was only to eat pottery, and use