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1-114 Arrangements one by one

"This guy...why get a divorce just for no reason?" Lancer shrugged, looking at John who happily jumped into his car with his luggage and ran to Deutsche Bank to exchange money, and then Lancer who was planning to buy a gift for his daughter, sighed. It was obvious that this guy missed his daughter very much, but he was too embarrassed to face people in his previous life. Now, after saving some money, he would show off to his ex-wife who had remarried.

"Yes, divorce is really not popular in our place." The female warrior leaned close to Lanser's ear, "The guy next door abandoned his ship girl and ran off to become a doctor, but was almost beaten to a pulp by his own ship girl." After saying that, Binjiang blew a breath into Lanser's ear and gestured to the humanoids, "Commander~ It seems that you are only a little bit away!"

"..." Lanser looked back at Binjiang, his eyes full of speechlessness. You are looking for trouble, and Fei Ma has already started to poke me with eye darts! Then Lanser embraced Binjiang and slapped the side of his dishonest heroine's plump thigh, "I'll deal with you when I get back!"

"Oh?" Binjiang's expression looked as if he was saying, "You said it, we have an appointment, if you have the ability, you can teach me a lesson later." Lan Se felt a little pain in his waist instantly.

"Go home first! Is it fun to stand on the road?" Fei's mother came over and tapped Lanser's head, then signaled everyone to go back to the coffee shop first. "Let's just do the general cleaning today, except Lanser's room, inside and out. And the sun is good, let's dry the bedding." After saying that, Fei's mother signaled with her eyes to the police car parked not far from Lanser, which was obviously waiting for Lanser here.

Then Fei Ma took the girls back. Along the way, SOPII was whispering something to Fei Ma. It was obvious that she wanted to get some of Fei Ma's collected WWII firearms to try to modify them, but Fei Ma flatly refused.

"Officer Murphy, you rarely have time to come to my shipyard." Lanser walked over and leaned against the car door, looking at the heroic face inside, smiling happily. After all, the person in front of him was an old-fashioned policeman who was conscientious and responsible. "What can I do for you?"

"I don't need to repeat what happened during the time you were away from New York." Murphy sighed, "I don't know why you took in these two guys. Don't you know that this is a huge trouble? I haven't slept well during this period, for fear that the Russian mafia would rush in and start a fight in this neighborhood. I thought I had reached my limit last time."

"Well, maybe you should think about why they haven't rushed in yet, officer?" Lanser said with a smile, "Although this is not a war, but when it comes to attacks, efficiency is very important. If the efficiency can't keep up, then don't say anything more, just wait to die.

"...So you have already reached an agreement with them, right?" Murphy was silent for a moment. He was not stupid. Lancer had already said this, so he naturally understood what it meant. It was obvious that both parties had reached some kind of deal. John Wick and Deadpool would no longer be hunted, and he was still waiting here stupidly.

Alex Murphy sighed, "We don't need to worry about these two anymore, right?" He looked at Lanser with absent-minded eyes, covering his face speechlessly, and smiled bitterly, "At least next time, please let your clerk give me a hint so that I don't have to worry like a fool."

"I have another piece of good news for you." Lancer smiled and winked at the policeman in front of him. He saw the other party's efforts, so maybe it was a small help for him. However, Lancer, who wanted to whet Officer Murphy's appetite, did not intend to quickly reveal the mystery to the policeman in front of him. "Wait for a call tomorrow."

"..." Alex Murphy stared at Lancer, "Mr. Lancer, I don't know if anyone has ever told you that you are a jerk." Officer Murphy, relieved, started the car and prepared to leave. Obviously, Alex Murphy was very unhappy that Lancer didn't even say hello to him and arranged his actions directly, and he might even get to thank him for doing this.

"Quite a lot." Lancer looked at the officer who started the car, waved at him, and watched Alex Murphy, who was angry, step on the accelerator and drive away. "But most of them have been buried underground, officer, I wish you good luck, and I hope you can get used to the life in the special service team."

Because Irons plans to move his

The logistics base is located next to Lancer, so it will soon become lively here, and there is no doubt that some things that are not so compliant with American laws will inevitably happen here. This serious and policeman will inevitably affect what Ains is going to do at that time.

This old man Irons is not a kind-hearted good man. Even without using force, Irons really has tens of thousands of ways to kill a young policeman in front of him.

So for this reason, Lancer felt that he had to help the unlucky guy in front of him, otherwise it would be boring if he was inexplicably cheated by the old bastard Irons. So on the way, he found the manager of the New York Police Welfare Foundation and donated two sums of money, one to the public account and one to a private transfer.

The other party had already completed Lancer's tasks before docking at the port, and their efficiency was so high that Lancer was amazed. This is very capitalistic.

So tomorrow, Officer Alex Murphy will receive a notice from the Personnel Department. As one of the few young and inexperienced police officers in New York, no, a serious and excellent police officer, he will be sent to the ESU (Emergency Duty Unit) to take up his post.

This police force is a reorganized force within the New York police. They are mainly responsible for rescue missions, protection of politicians, hostage rescue, execution of arrest warrants, assisting bomb disposal teams in dealing with explosives, etc. In theory, their duties are very similar to those of domestic special police.

But in fact, from climbing trees to help rich people get cats to fighting terrorists, they have to do it! The whole job requires heavy equipment, many troubles, high risks, few holidays, long working hours, and heavy overtime. Of course, the salary is higher than that of ordinary police officers. It is a job that you really can't do without a certain professional ethics.

After the money was in place, it was obvious that the other party had specifically selected Officer Alex Murphy based on his personal circumstances, and had chosen this position, which was likely to be very much to his liking.

And there was an unexpected surprise for Alex Murphy. Perhaps because the money given by Lancer was in place, the other party also solved Murphy's promotion to sheriff, which had been stuck for several years because of his poor popularity. Two notices will arrive together tomorrow. There will be no ceremony, no cheers. He will report directly to ESU as sheriff.

Lancer, who felt that he had done a good thing, shrugged his shoulders. He had helped to give him a position that was very suitable for him. Although this job was a bit heavy, Officer Murphy, oh, now he should be called Sheriff Murphy, was obviously a responsible policeman who liked to do his job conscientiously, and he seemed to have good skills. Didn't all this just fit the needs of the special duty team?

"Ding-ling!" When Lancer pushed the door open, the doorbell rang softly. Tiyi, who was slacking off at the bar, and Peter, who was wiping the table diligently, looked over. When they found that it was their boss who came back, they smiled and turned around to continue slacking off or working.

"What? Did Officer Murphy run away because of you?" Chuntian, who had already put on an apron, teased Lancer after Lancer entered the store. She quickly poured Lancer a glass of slightly sweet fruit wine and placed it on the table. Her commander liked to drink a little before going to bed so that he could sleep well. Of course, he also liked to exercise before going to bed. Coincidentally, she also liked it. "Everyone is cleaning the room. Commander, your room should be cleaned up soon."

"Okay, have a drink, then go upstairs and take a nap, and revive with full health!" Lansher sat at the bar, took a sip, and licked his lips, "Anything to go with the wine?" A plate immediately slid over from the other side. Binjiang, who was pouring a little out of each bottle at the bar to try the taste, shared his side dishes with Lansher without hesitation.

Why are there so many drinks in Springfield's coffee shop? One reason is that Lancer likes to have a few drinks, and Lancer and his friends have already bought quite a few. Another reason is that some of the more special coffees and black teas also use drinks, so Mrs. Springfield also has some prepared.

Of course, if you come in and want to buy a drink directly, sorry, unless you are a regular customer, forget it! Of course, the commander asks for it.

"Fennel beans? When did you buy this to go with wine?" Lan Se said this, but still leisurely threw a bean into his mouth. The salty and fragrant taste and the crispy texture made Lan Se exhale a breath of alcohol very comfortably. He raised the wine glass and shook it towards Binjiang, "You are a good choice." Binjiang, who was holding a bottle of white wine, winked at Lan Se with a smile.

"Would you like to try our signature dish, Super Thursday Beef Roll?!" A voice that surprised Lanser appeared next to his ear.

"..." Lancer turned his head and looked to the side. Deadpool was still the same Deadpool, but he wore an apron over his red and black battle suit, which made Lancer feel very awkward. He then held a rag in his hand and posed in a seductive manner, staring at Lancer with a pair of huge white eyes, full of affection.

Ugh... avocado, go away!

"Springfield, one of the aprons in your store is missing." Looking at Deadpool very seriously, Lancer sighed, then turned his head and said quietly to Springfield beside him.

"Don't worry, I asked Tiyi to disinfect the clothes he wore carefully." Chuntian laughed. His commander didn't really dislike the Deadpool in front of him, he was just teasing him. However, it was a pity that such a chatterbox in a leather suit was jumping around in his store.

Jumping around like that really caught people's attention. It improved the coffee shop's business a lot, and I even had to give him a bonus.

"Give me a cappuccino." John Wick also sat down next to Lancer. He dressed very neatly, which was in sharp contrast with Deadpool next to him.

"You look much better? Does revenge feel good?" Lancer looked at John Wick and nodded as a big greeting. It can be seen that he is in much better condition today than last time, and he plans to drink some coffee in the morning instead of having one cup in the morning. Now that he has shaved his beard, he is closer to... the savior Neo. "

Welcome back, your warehouse is surprisingly comfortable to sleep in." John Wicker took a sip of coffee, then took a bite of the sandwich that Springfield brought over. John Wicker actually paid for their food and lodging these days, but he didn't pay the market price.

"...Perhaps it's the bullet box that serves as your bed board and is filled with bullets that gives you a high sense of security?" Lanser said with a smile, clinking his coffee cup with the other person's.

John Wick laughed at himself. "You're right. Lying among a pile of guns and bullets, I do feel very safe. No matter who comes, I think they will regret it. Is everything going well for your voyage?"

"Not bad, I made a lot of money, and I also watched an action movie." Watching his girls killing each other in the castle, isn't that an action movie with full special effects budget? "It's very good, the lead actress is very beautiful! Breathtakingly beautiful." Lancer winked at Chuntian, who gave him a charming roll of the eyes.

"Really? No trouble?" John Wick is not as shameless as Deadpool. This time, he felt that the favor he owed was a bit too big, and he didn't like it. If there was something that could be consumed quickly, he would be willing to do it.

"Oh, trouble? No trouble! Besides, the Russians have already contacted me." Lancer shook his head. "This matter was caused by Vigo, and they hope to end it with Vigo." Lancer looked at John Wick in front of him. It was obviously his decision on this matter. Deadpool, who was spinning the rag beside him, was the one who helped John Wick out of loyalty, if nothing unexpected happened. Of course, after John Wick paid him a huge amount of money for arms, he might have been hired.

“Huh…” John Wicker let out a long breath, his eyes drifting for a moment, “From the beginning, this was not the battle I wanted. They attacked me, and now… forget it, I’m tired. I’ve already retired. Tell them not to bother me.”

"I'll bring this message to you." Lancer nodded. He had some understanding of John Wick's mental exhaustion. He was a tired guy. He had had enough of this kind of fighting and killing.

"So...we can leave now?"

"No, there is another matter. Are you sure about the invitation from the Holy See?"

"Perhaps, that's not bad."

1-115 Unboxing (Today's serial number is a network disk, bought for 500 yuan for 5 years, total pill)

"Is this the man who is going to be our protagonist today?" Stark looked at the two men, or one man and one pervert, who got out of a car behind Lancer, "How did this guy offend... Ms. Binjiang?" The only difference was the way they got down. John Wick walked down gracefully, while Deadpool was dragged out of the car by Binjiang, holding his neck.

"Wade is a good player and a very reliable buddy, provided he doesn't talk so much." Lancer said with a wry smile, and then signaled Binjiang to let go of his hand. This chatterbox had been annoying all the way, so Lancer had begun to sympathize with John Wick, with whom he had been staying these days.

"Hey! Kuo! I'm the best warrior in New York! You can call me Wade!" After Binjiang let go, Wade immediately revived, jumped up with a somersault, greeted Stark, and said that he could find him if he had any errands in the future. He also took out a card with Deadpool's cartoon head on it from his pocket, with his phone number on it.

When handing it over, she made a difficult JOJO pose, which refreshed Tony Stark and Pepper next to her... For a moment, Pepper didn't know whether she should take the other party's business card, because this person looked too charming...

Finally, as Deadpool kept shaking the card in his hand, Pepper hesitated and took the business card.

"Don't just stand there, the big shots of the Vatican are already waiting for us." Lanser gestured. Today, St. John's Cathedral specially vacated a side hall for this purpose. Apparently, this move has attracted many tourists nearby to peek in. These big shots don't like to wait either.

"Yes, let's go." John Wick nodded politely to Stark. Although he didn't know why Lancer invited Stark to watch the ceremony, it was not a reason for them to waste time at the door.

"Grand Knight Valentine and his entourage, Mr. Stark and Ms. Pepper, please come this way." A church staff member walked up to Lancer and Stark, motioning for the two and their entourage to follow him to the side and wait. After all, today was a ceremony presided over by the church according to Lancer's suggestion, and it was also a formal announcement of John and Deadpool being accepted as non-staff personnel.

"Hey, he

What kind of ceremony is this? Canonization or conversion? This won’t involve some shamanic rituals! ” Soon after Lan Se and the others sat down, Bin Jiang came up to Lan Se’s ear from behind and whispered.

SOPII at the side immediately widened her eyes. What he said seemed to make sense, but it seemed like the choir hadn't even come, so why would they ask people to dance?

"To put it in a positive way, this is called a sense of ritual. To put it in a negative way, it has already begun..." Lansher turned his head and whispered to Binjiang who was smiling beside him. Binjiang immediately laughed softly, and then Lansher was patted by Fei's mother, indicating that he should be serious and stop flirting with your heroine all day long.

"This is you..." The interaction between Lancer and Binjiang naturally attracted a lot of people's attention. Pepper whispered to Stark next to him. After coming back, Stark described to Pepper the battle between Binjiang and Wenwu that day. His curiosity had exploded.

The two warriors almost destroyed half of the camp with their bare hands. The fighting skills that Stark originally thought were a trick were used by a liar. In their hands, they exerted a power that was almost as powerful as a heavy artillery. Is this really something that the human body can exert? Stark tried it himself and punched an unfinished shield. Nothing else, his hand hurt...

"Yes, it's the powerful Ms. Binjiang. It's a pity that I can't invite her to assist me in some experiments." Stark said very one-sidedly. He knew very well that Lancer would not agree to Binjiang's help in research because... he had asked before, and Lancer refused very straightforwardly, and asked an answer that Stark also agreed with.

"Would you let your wife help a playboy?" Lancer's question was very direct, and Stark immediately agreed with Lancer's topic.

Stark, who was very confident in his charm, said helplessly, "You are right. Sometimes being too charming does make people feel helpless."

Lancer's reaction to this was "Yes, yes, yes! You're right." After all, in most cases, money is indeed a component of charm. As the actual controller of Stark Industries, Stark's wealth is naturally a very terrifying situation, so Lancer had no interest in refuting what Stark said.

"But you mentioned Mr. Lancer. Just now they seemed to call him... the Great Knight?" Pepper continued to look at Lancer standing not far away curiously. After thinking for a while, she said what she thought was the most likely answer, "Is it that kind of travel service?"

Yes, in modern society, many medieval knightly orders do exist, and some are even recognized as independent states, even though their territory is just a "house". These knightly orders do accept donations from tourists and hold knight canonization ceremonies for them, but these so-called canonized knights are generally "extra" and not included in their own canons... I mean knights.

It is similar to the situation in the Water Cube where you pay enough money, a lady will lead you to the champion’s podium with a smile, and a man in a suit will hang your medal on you. All the procedures are exactly the same, but are you an Olympic champion? Stop it.

"From what I know, this guy is a real Grand Knight. Did you see the medal on his chest? It's the Third Class Medal of Pius awarded to him by the church. It's said to be in recognition of his combat exploits in Ukraine." Stark patted Pepper's hand. "He is now a Grand Knight recognized by all countries and churches. This is not an honor that can be bought with money. If you are interested, you can go back and see the details."

"Combat merits... were those you read yesterday really information?! Not a movie?" Pepper was very surprised by what Stark said, and then soon, Pepper remembered the information Stark had read all night yesterday. There were too many story contents that looked like movies and myths. Combined with what Stark said now, Pepper guessed the answer directly, at least part of the answer.

It was just that Pepper saw Stark doing all these things in his villa workshop yesterday. She thought Tony Stark was too depressed in the cave, so she watched a part with him. At that time, she thought Tony probably watched these B-level movies to relieve stress. But Pepper thought the director was quite interesting. Probably to avoid the screen full of blood, he actually made the people who were beaten to death turn into ashes.

"Yes, that guy gave me the information directly." Stark said with a smile, "Oh, let's start!"

At this moment, John Wick and Deadpool had been led to the presence of the Archbishop. The Archbishop asked them to kneel down on one knee and seemed to have started a question-and-answer session. Deadpool wanted to say something, and then he saw John Wick put a gold coin in front of him. After Deadpool silently accepted it, he started signing frantically, but no one paid attention to him this time.

"We don't understand sign language!" The Archbishop said to Deadpool with a smile. He had been warned by Lancer during the phone call that if you pay attention to Deadpool, you will be surrounded by a group of flies. After hearing what the Archbishop said, Deadpool instantly seemed to be dried by the wind and lost his strength.

Then, high-ranking priests slowly walked out from the inner room, dressed in formal attire, holding crosses and other prayer items, and the nuns and ordinary priests behind them also held candles, slowly walked around the two people, and began to chant prayers loudly. The atmosphere at the scene was actually filled with a sense of oppression, as if the gods had come in person.

“It turns out that this ceremony is not for them…

...but for these things? Jarvis." Stark looked at the two sturdy men in half-armor, who were carrying out two boxes with a serious face. At this time, the voice of the mantra became obviously louder, and immediately pointed out to everyone the real protagonist of this ceremony.

Without asking or explaining, Stark immediately understood who this special prayer ceremony was for. For the church, what was important was not the two excellent and powerful gunmen recruited by Lancer, but the contents of the two boxes that were now brought up. Whether Lancer's first-class idea was really useful would soon be revealed.

"May God bless the world and grant us mortals the thunder to destroy evil." As the incense in the archbishop's hand waved, the box with a carving of an angel piercing a demon with a lance slowly opened its restrictions, revealing a gun flashing with silver underneath.

"Wow!" Deadpool exclaimed softly. He looked at the box in front of him, which contained a lever-action rifle, a pair of straight knives, and a whole row of shotgun shells sprinkled with blessed holy silver powder.

"What a thoughtful configuration." John Wick looked into his box, which contained a pair of M1911s and a tactical knife. Pistol bullets gleaming with silver light were lined up in pure white magazines on the side. There were fifty rounds in a box and four boxes for two hundred.

"Mr. Stark, energy readings have been detected." The moment the box was opened, Jarvis reported to Stark Zero a piece of news that shocked Stark. The things that the Vatican had taken out were obviously new gadgets that had only been recently processed. This M1911 was the latest model that Springfield Factory had released last year.

Yes, the plan of Lanser to create a man-made holy weapon seems to have succeeded! Although it was faint, after Lanser saw it, a sentence popped up in his mind: "Three-attribute blue equipment is the most." Obviously, they are not strong, but for the Church and Lanser, the most important thing is that this works!

After verifying this, we only need to increase the number of weapons and the time they are maintained to increase the number and strength of these man-made holy artifacts. This is the most critical point. From today on, these monsters walking in the dark world will be in trouble!

"This is really good news." Lanser also heard a similar report from SOPII, and the corners of his mouth curled up. From today on, there is no doubt that the Holy See will start mass-producing these low-level holy artifacts in this way! He hugged SOPII, who had contributed a lot to this matter, and even Fei's mother happily touched SOPII's head.

"It looks like... a great gunsmith has been born here?" Stark looked at Lancer and the others who were obviously celebrating. Although Lancer and the others didn't say anything, anyone with a discerning eye could see that the girl who was being patted and congratulated had obviously put in a lot of effort. "Or should I call her an enchanter?"

"We just made a small contribution. It's mainly the people in the church who are busy." Lancer smiled and pushed the credit to others. He just needed to make a fortune quietly. He would let Stark guess the other details by himself. Anyway, for him, it was just giving ordinary people in this world an extra card when facing these weird things. That's all. It didn't matter whether he made money or not.

"Great Knight Valentine, no one can erase your achievements. I have reported the production method of this primary holy weapon to the Holy See. Although there are still many unknowns that need to be verified, the power of God is already attached to them! When facing these evil creatures, these weapons will protect God's people." The archbishop's face, which had always been calm and shrewd, now showed an excited expression. "Although this is not a military honor, your achievements will still be recorded."

Although the level of this holy weapon is still very low and there is a possibility of it dissipating, its power is not comparable to those famous holy weapons sealed in the core warehouse of the Holy See!

But! Lancer's practice has proved that this is a holy vessel that can be mass-produced. How many churches are there in the United States? 30! Three to five boxes for a large church, one or two boxes for a small church! Guess where God's promised land will be in a few years? God's blessing on America will no longer be an empty phrase! Take 1911, the year of God's blessing, as proof! The arguments are clear and the storytelling is powerful!

"Great Knight Valentine, you just came back today and must be tired. Wait until Mr. Wick and Mr. Wilson try them out! I think we need to have a good talk!" The Archbishop looked at Lancer with burning eyes, and Fei Ma frowned. Fortunately, the Archbishop quickly reached a verbal long-term supply agreement with Lancer and left. They liked these guns with exquisite reliefs and biblical quotations.

"Oh my God, how can you bear being stared at by a man like this." Stark looked at Lancer with an expression full of pity on his face.

"I've seen this kind of look so often that I'm used to it." Lancer looked at Stark, "This look is very pure. There's nothing else in it except ambition."

"Uh, well, you're right."

1-116 The Vatican’s Attitude

"This is a simple little thing. Press it, then find a corner and throw it down. I'll do it when I'm here. If I'm not here, at least I'll find someone to do it. For the rest, maybe you need to ask Deadpool this time. He has more experience..." Lancer looked at the people from the Vatican and said,

Say hello to John Wicker, but he was interrupted by John Wicker before he could finish.

"Do you think I haven't encountered something like this!?" John Wick said with a smile on his face. Obviously, as a killer, he has retired for a while, but this strange world once gave him enough shock. It's just a few small alien species, really not too many.

"Oh? Can you tell me how you solved it?" Lanser looked at the person in front of him with some curiosity. If someone else was bragging like this, Lanser would probably just laugh it off, but the person in front of him... well, it's hard to say. After all, in the meme picture, this person stabbed Thanos to death with a pencil. God knows how the ability of this person will be magnified in this chaotic world.

After all, the ceiling of John Wick's combat effectiveness depends on the level of his equipment. If you give him a pair of pistols that can blow up everything, he will even kill God for you to see.

So when John Wick said that he had killed vampires and the like before, Lancer was very curious. He had used dragon bombs to directly burn werewolves and vampires before. After the roasted aroma filled the air, the werewolf could not move at all.

It was no problem for the opponent to have a reaction speed beyond that of an ordinary person. A drum magazine of 30 rounds or a magazine of 8 rounds of Fire Dragon Bullet highlighted a firepower coverage. No matter how fast you move, you can't be as fast as the bullets flying around in a space! So Lancer didn't feel that it was too difficult to kill him. After all, he was followed by either Fei Ma or the female warrior, so he had enough ammunition.

"Bullets." John Wick gave a somewhat unsurprising answer. To him, there was nothing that could not be killed with bullets. "Break the limbs, then hit the head, and when they are quiet, pierce their heart with a sharp object."

"Like pencils?" Lanser joked in front of him with a smile.

"?? Pencil?" John Wick was a little stunned, then thought for a while, "Well, maybe it's okay, but it would be better if it was a little sharper and stronger."

"Then I wish you a successful hunt. This one is different from your previous mercenary and bounty missions." Lancer glanced at the archbishop who was arranging a large mass. He planned to strengthen the blessing of the weapons box that was to be sealed for 7 years, 7 months and 7 days.

Lancer turned back and said to John Wick and Deadpool in a leisurely tone, "This matter has nothing to do with the Church or the reward.

These things you hunt are for humanity, for ordinary people.

For them, they can walk on the streets without worrying about having their blood sucked dry, or becoming someone else's delicious meal in their sleep.

Go kill it!

Humanity needs role models!

The garbage in these dark corners is not a source of fear at all, it is just some waste that is not presentable.