Marvel Space and Time Administration Growth Log

As for those vampires that were shot, the next bullet would soon find their heads or hearts, killing these inhuman beings carefully but mercilessly.

When he walked to the door of the bar, two or three figures broke the door open and tried to rush out. Before John Wick fired a shot, he saw blood splattering on the chests of the two men, and then they turned into a ball of ashes. The 5.56mm bullet mercilessly took their lives.

"Wow……"

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"Wow!" Deadpool had a look on his face as if he had seen something divine, and he covered his mouth with his hands in a very girlish manner... Well, he had his mouth exposed in the leather suit.

In front of him, the shield formed by two arm rings swept across like a bulldozer. All the vampires in the bar and all the tables, chairs and benches in the room were pushed to the corner. Then, when Lancer retracted the arm ring, the girls beside him no longer needed to take any damn aim at this time. They fired madly, and large amounts of flying ashes filled the small space madly. The vampires who were shot dead at the back almost had a belly full of their own ashes.

At this time, Deadpool, who was originally staring at the girls' performance with wide eyes, suddenly drew his sword very handsomely, and slashed it in a spinning manner. Then, he swung the long blade handsomely. The blood on the straight blade left a scarlet "X" on the ground. Two vampires that rushed out from the dark corner were chopped into pieces. Under the moonlight flashing with the silver-plated blade, the two vampires screamed and turned into ashes.

A vampire rushed towards Lancer. His movement speed was obviously much faster than other vampires. It was very likely that he was not an ordinary creature. However, he just rushed straight towards Lancer's position without launching any spells. He pounced on him directly, as if he wanted to create a time difference and catch Lancer directly.

Fei Ma frowned and wanted to release her mechanical dragon to teach the guy in front of her a lesson. But something reacted faster than her. One arm ring rushed straight towards the guy, and then the impact directly knocked him away. At this time, another arm ring flew back from the front and also exploded with a shock wave.

The vampire was shocked back in the doubtful eyes of a group of humanoids...

The previous armband is activated again, DUANG!

This cycle continues, and the distance is getting closer and closer.

This high-level vampire was just like a tennis ball, being hit hard by players on both sides. The screams at the beginning quickly turned into indistinct whimpers.

"A total of 135 vampires were killed, including high-level vampires... and 17 suspected blood slaves. John Wicker outside killed 12 of them, and 4 blood slaves were captured by the cleanup team of the Church."

The commander's M4 didn't feel much. The mechanical dragon of the mother was about to stick its head out. Safety issue? It doesn't exist. So what's wrong with the commander playing with it?

While changing the magazine, she reported the results of the battle. This time, with the commander on the front line, the battle suddenly became a lot easier, especially in the last situation. They didn't have to worry about the other side having more people. They could squeeze the other side together, and then they only had to pour firepower on the vampires and blood slaves who were squeezed like sardines in a can. This made the humanoids somewhat uncomfortable.

Looking at the three armbands floating around Lancer, it must be said that the commander was surprisingly skilled in using this thing. They hadn't thought of this trophy at first. But when the vampires began to attack them, Fei Ma took this thing out.

As soon as he opened the box, Lancer stretched out his hand and activated the ten rings. Nine of them were put on his arms, and the remaining one flew up directly, and with a head-on impact, he blew the opponent back.

This was so beautiful that the humanoid girls patted Lancer on the shoulder as they ran past her, saying that Lancer had done a great job. SOPII even gestured directly in front of her, asking Lancer to spread out an armband in front of her and use it as a shield to move forward!

"Clear all the rooms and check if there are any secret passages. If you find any blood slaves, kill them on the spot without asking me." Lancer's words were very cold, and then the humanoids immediately scattered. Even the heroine went looking for humanoid targets in anger.

Nothing, she saw a few blood slaves who were not vampires, but who were biting humans like animals for the pleasure of vampires or to please their masters. The female hero swept the Thousand Machine Umbrella, and there were fewer demons walking in the world, and more meat paste.

Blood slaves are guys who have betrayed their own race. Every time Lanser sees this group of guys, his face becomes gloomy, because it is hard for him not to think of the blood ranch where people were wrapped in plastic and hung like steaks. Such a hell scene actually appeared on Earth, which is completely unacceptable to Lanser.

That day was the first time Lancer ordered the humanoids to execute ordinary people by shooting. Yes, most of the workers in the Blood Ranch were ordinary people, and the "noble" vampires were a very small number of management. Discovering this made Lancer lose his defense. If time was not tight, Lancer might have stuffed these ordinary people working in this factory into plastic bags to let them experience the blood production rate in their mouths!

Since then, Lanser would emphasize killing all the blood slaves in every conflict. These second-rate devils were more infuriating than the real devils. Lanser's anger was immediately conveyed to all the girls. The blood slaves were directly nailed to the top of their must-kill list.

Soon, a series of gunshots were heard outside in various rooms, and screams were heard in each room. The humanoids firmly carried out Lancer's orders. All the cubs who served the vampires must be sent to hell. These guys must know the price of doing evil.

Of course, they did not intend to resist, but the results of their resistance would not be very different. The silver-plated 5.56mm bullets were effective against vampires, but that did not mean they were ineffective against ordinary people, right? The few who had the brains to pull out their guns to resist, but unfortunately, the end of these guys was often to walk into Binjiang, hold the opponent's hand, and let the opponent shoot them, and they would often move very slowly, allowing them to fully experience the despair and pain of the whole process.

"Cleaned up." The bar was not big, and soon M4 came to report the situation to Lancer. At this time, Lancer was already talking to John Wick. The Vatican's cleaning team had also arrived, and was busy using shovels to remove the ashes mixed with blood inside and outside. What Lancer asked the Orthodox priests to do in Europe was already known here.

It is said that when the ashes of these vampires are stirred with silver powder, one can actually hear their screams of pain, so the group of priests became even more excited.

"Should we take this vampire away too?" The Vatican's cleaning team looked seriously at the guy lying on the ground in front of them, limp as mud. Almost all the bones in his body were broken. Even with Deadpool's recovery ability, he would need at least a day to recover to his original appearance, not to mention that he hasn't recovered yet.

At this time, Deadpool was extremely quiet! This was certainly not because Deadpool had changed his personality! Instead, he was busy doing something. Even when SOPII came over, he made a quiet gesture.

He was now concentrating in a rare moment, because he was using the silver-plated straight knife to draw four oblique and one vertical four-point marks on the thigh of this high-level vampire. Deadpool's superb knife skills were fully demonstrated at this moment, slightly cutting the vampire's skin, but without causing any bleeding damage, each stroke was very neat and powerful, and with the slight burning of the holy silver to fix the color, the vampire was afraid that he would never be able to get rid of the four-point mark on his thigh in his lifetime.

This high-level ghost was lying on the ground, shedding tears of grief. He had never wished so much that the other party would simply kill him with a single blow. This silent humiliation had already touched the depths of his soul.

But Lancer spent so much effort, of course, not just to humiliate this vampire, a living high-level vampire, in many cases, can do many things.

One thing is clear: evildoers need to be dealt with by evildoers.

Unfortunately, he knew that there was an old bastard who had been forced into a corner for some fatal reasons, and he had a complete pharmaceutical group in his hands, which could recover quickly? Ah, such a high-quality test product, I think this old guy would definitely not refuse!

The outcome of being turned into a test subject by humans was far more painful than being shot to death.

"It's been a long time since we last contacted each other, Mr. Norman." Lancer took his mobile phone from Fei Ma's hand, and the phone automatically dialed the dictator of the Osborn Group, Norman Osborn. The humanoid girls are so considerate.

"Oh, you are... Lancer... um..." Norman obviously didn't have a deep impression of Lancer, but he quickly recalled this young man who had made quite a splash at the Democratic Party's charity dinner. At the time, he seemed to think that this was a young man worth investing in, so he gave him his personal business card, "Mr. Lancer, I'm sorry, my memory is not so good as I get older. Yes, I haven't seen you for a long time. You called me so late, I think something interesting must have happened."

"Oh, I wonder if you have read an ancient Chinese book, Shan Hai Jing." Lancer said something that seemed completely unrelated with a smile. John Wick looked at Lancer in confusion. Deadpool was busy turning the vampire over to see if there was any place to continue carving. Then, amid the vampire's grief-stricken wailing, he pulled off his pants.

"Are you discussing academic issues? Sorry, I don't think I've noticed this ancient book. But if you have anything to say, just say it." Norman Osborn said with a smile. He was optimistic about Lancer because he felt that he saw the same ambition and hard work in Lancer as he did when he was young, which is rare among young people today. "Maybe it's not too late for me to go and read it now."

"There is a ghost in Xiling, it looks like a human, with red eyes and fangs, it hides during the day and comes out at night, it likes to eat human blood, eating it can prolong life!" Lanser said this amidst the rolling eyes of his girls, and then the people from the Church, John Wick and Deadpool all looked at Lanser in shock, have you eaten it? ! "So...are you interested?"

"Oh, this is really..." The future Green Goblin was stunned. Eating vampires? ! What kind of devil is this? But, prolonging life? ! Great! I need this. "I believe you should have prepared the food, right?" Norman Osborn couldn't help but curl up his lips. It turned out to be the young man he was optimistic about. What kind of deadly advice! However, Norman Osborn was indeed interested. Even if he didn't eat it, such an interesting test product could bring a lot of benefits to his pharmaceutical company.

"Live, high-quality stuff." Lanser said concisely, knowing that this old man would not refuse. Even if he and he were just nodding acquaintances, he would definitely be very interested. Sure enough! He had not yet solved his family's genetic disease, so he had no intention of refusing at all.

As for the moral issue of whether or not to eat human flesh, please, the person in front of you is the dictator of the American pharmaceutical group, Norman Osborn! You tell me this old man has moral issues!? Ha... you are still asleep.

"I will give you a blank cheque and await your arrival at Osborne House."

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"I'm very happy to get such an alternative product! Don't worry! I will abide by the rules you set! Next time, if, I mean next time there are such products, you can come to me directly, remember old Norman's generosity." Norman Osborn personally picked up Lancer who delivered the goods at the door of Osborn Building, and then took Lancer and others to Osborn's biological laboratory.

There was no nonsense on both sides. After Norman Osborn inspected the goods with a smile on his face, he decisively finalized the fresh food delivery deal with Lancer. The price of 700 million US dollars made Lancer and Norman Osborn very satisfied. Norman Osborn accepted Lancer's warning and injected the semi-conscious vampire with a sedative that could be lethal to an ordinary person.

At the same time, Norman Osborn promised that the precious test subject in front of him would be locked up in the most stringent laboratory until a specially modified laboratory was put into use.

"As long as you are satisfied, I will not disturb your entertainment time." Lanser simply prepared to return. Now that the business has been completed, he should naturally leave. He now wants to go back and have a good talk with little Peter to see if they can find a more ordinary place for the class building.

"What a pity, I really want to have a few drinks with you and hear your story tonight." Norman Osborn's eyes flickered. This vampire sample was indeed in high demand for him, but if possible, he still planned to find out its origin.

However, Lancer had already planned to say goodbye to Norman Osborn. As for his two drinks to keep him, Lancer slightly signaled to the girls behind him. Osborn immediately understood and laughed heartily, which all men understand. Then Osborn smiled and recommended the male-specific medicine of Osborn Group to Lancer, which has been an important profit point of Osborn Group in the past two years. The main selling point is that it takes effect quickly, has a long effect, and has no side effects. It can be called the conscience of the industry.

Lanser smiled and said that he was still young and did not need such exciting things for the time being.

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After a burst of wicked laughter, the two said goodbye to each other. After Norman Osborn patted Lancer on the shoulder, the old man returned to the laboratory excitedly. For him, tonight was obviously going to be a sleepless night. Lancer and the others were waiting for the taxi that M4 had just called.

Lancer looked at Norman Osborn's back as he turned away, feeling a little confused. Yes! Just like Tony Stark, there were times when he and this old man were as close as close friends, and there were times when... he personally swung his sword and chopped off the heads of the father and son.

Lancer's confused memory made him feel a little overwhelmed when he looked at the old man. He wanted to tease him that he was old but not old at heart, but he wanted to touch the knife and stab him. This confused feeling almost drove Lancer crazy. So after completing the transaction, Lancer did not have a deep conversation with Norman Osborn and prepared to leave directly.

It was precisely this complicated feeling that made Lancer think of this old guy first after capturing this high-level vampire. He could be a close friend or a stumbling block on your way forward. But no matter what, Lancer felt that this old guy should not be the unlucky guy who was killed by some family genetic disease.

"Commander, the car is coming!" M4's voice interrupted Lanser's wild thoughts. Lanser looked at the two taxis parked in front of him and smacked his lips. He thought, should he get a van and ask a bald guy to turn it into a mobile base for him? Then Lanser shook his head. There were too many people this time and there was no room for them.

After Lancer met Norman Osborn, he was in a state of mixed emotions and remained completely silent throughout the journey. The Mexican and black drivers wanted to say something to liven up the atmosphere, but no one paid any attention to them. The group returned to the Springfield Cafe in silence.

"We're back, we're back! What a weird night. Wow! Are all the people here together?" Binjiang looked at the scene in amazement. When Lansher and the others arrived, a group of little guys were very loyal and none of them left. They all tied Peter up at the door of the store to wash the car!

But the plasma content, which was enough to make a horror movie, still gave the little guys a headache. They arrived at the coffee shop two or three hours earlier than Lancer and the others, but after three hours of washing the car, it was clean no matter how dirty it was.

"Not bad, not bad. It's almost sparkling." Approaching the side of the car, Lanser took a look at the condition of the car and praised the hard work of these little guys.

"Boss..." Peter Parker scratched his head and looked at Lancer in front of him. For some reason, Peter was a little afraid to see Lancer today. It seemed that he didn't want to disappoint the boss who had always been optimistic about him and encouraged him. But obviously, after what happened today, it was unlikely that Lancer would not be disappointed.

"Come in and talk. Lock the car. Where are the car keys?" Lancer knocked on Peter Parker's head. Girls always said that he was a novice and a jumpy boy, but today he finally understood one thing: when a person who is considered to be an honest person by everyone starts to act up, it can definitely be earth-shattering.

"Here." Gwen quickly took the key out of her pocket. "The performance of this car is amazing. I never thought it would be so easy to drive. Did you modify it, Mr. Lancer?" The girl was a smart person. Her words were several levels higher than those of Peter Parker, who was stammering and unable to speak.

"Stop talking nonsense, come in, we're all going to have a good talk today." Lanser didn't respond to the little girl at all, and waved his hand to drive the little brats who had caused such a disaster into the coffee shop like chickens. "Springfield, do you still have the Qingdao that I bought last time?"

"Yes, one can per person?" Chuntian glanced at Lancer and immediately guessed what Lancer was thinking.

"Yes, calm these bastards down, and then we'll talk about the rest." Lancer looked at the group of people who were instantly happy, and only Peter Parker realized that the situation was not good and his face was drooping, and snorted coldly. "Then we'll settle the accounts." After saying this softly, Lancer turned around and left, and went to count the consumption of the night with AR15 and the others, anyway, they would use it to scare these bastards later.

"Peter, your boss is a nice guy." Ned was somewhat happy after getting the beer. Lancer spoke the second half of the sentence in a relatively low voice, so they naturally didn't hear it, so they were still smiling. The other classmates of Peter Parker were similar to him. After drinking, they couldn't help but smile from ear to ear, and started chattering about the thrilling scenes of tonight.

"Yes, the boss has always been a good person, otherwise I wouldn't have asked them for help right away." Peter Parker took a deep breath, staring at the beer can in front of him with a blank look in his eyes. After a while, he picked up the beer and walked towards Lancer. He hoped that he could handle today's incident by himself and asked the boss not to blame his classmates.

Lancer then poured a bucket of cold water on him, "Shut up! You think you look cool trying to take the blame? You're so stupid!" Then he slapped Peter Parker in the face. Peter, who rarely saw Lancer get angry, stood there obediently and took the slap. Half of his face soon became red and swollen. "Listen, the only thing you did wrong today was that you shouted for help when you realized something was wrong! But if we weren't so close, we would have no choice but to collect your bodies!"

Lanser's action made the little guys who were a little excited about drinking beer suddenly silent, looking at Lanser in confusion.

, didn’t this person look easy to talk to just now?

"Are you scared?" Seeing Peter lowering his head and not saying anything, Lanser stared at Peter for a while and blurted out two words.

"Yeah..." Peter Parker nodded, tears welling up in his eyes. Was he wronged? No, on the contrary, Lancer's slap made him feel better because he had really started to think about abandoning someone. Peter Parker's reason told him that Ned should be the first one to be abandoned... Because if he brought him, he would have to bring two less people, both in weight and volume, so he felt quite guilty now.

"I was your age too, I was fearless and I would nag your parents as much as you wanted, but it was useless! You will understand after you suffer, but it's too late!" Lanser glared at everyone angrily. Behind him, Fei's mother looked at Lanser with burning eyes, the kid has grown up! Then she glared at the group of little brats with more fierce eyes! Naughty kids! A bunch of them!

"You are Gwen, right?" Lancer looked at the girl who had just driven. "If I remember correctly, your father should be the New York City Police Commissioner. Didn't he tell you about the mess in the bar?"

"..." Gwen sat quietly, not saying anything. Did she say that? Of course she did!

"It seems that he has said it! But the effect is not good, or it is too implicit! Okay, let me say it again." Lanser looked at the little brats in front of him and snorted coldly.

"In New York, according to conservative statistics, 90% of the bars are related to gangs. They will look for targets in the bars and sell illegal drugs. All kinds of dirty things happen here. Today, you guys, both men and women, are all good-looking. It is very likely that you will be controlled by the other side with illegal drugs and forced to stand on the street to solicit customers! Or you may be sold to some big shots with special needs and disappear from the world. Yes, even your death will be completely without a trace! But this is still good! At least you can still survive for a while." Lanser looked at them.

"Did you know what those who didn't escape looked like just now?" Lancer paused and gestured to M4.

Chuntian turned on the player, and the humanoids projected the images of the people they saw being torn apart by the blood servants, with blood dripping and screaming and struggling.

"Ugh..." The first group of girls couldn't bear it anymore and rushed straight to the toilet.

"Congratulations on surviving a life. Now, call your own parents. I want them to come and take you home, and then I will give you another beating!"

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"Have you finished listening? Did you hear everything Director Stacy said? Very good, let's go back now. It's late and we're tired. We can beat them up tomorrow if we want to. Let these bastards get a good sleep today." Lancer said unhappily as he looked at a group of parents and bastards who were trembling with fear after hearing Director Stacy's story.

Yes, this guy doesn't have the final say, and he asked Gwen's father to use official data to tell everyone a story called "The Truth of the Big Apple at Night." And because it was a private story, Director Stacy took out the real data and directly revealed to everyone the truth about New York, where all kinds of evil spirits are active.

According to his statement, the only places to go at night are Fifth Avenue and other areas with sufficient police force. The rest of the places are high-risk no matter where you are. As a father, Stacy gave Lancer a hug after arriving, thanking him for his action, which also proved from another perspective that what Lancer said before was true.

In short, behind the large number of cold but bloody numbers lies the real order of New York at night. This time, there is no madman leading the humanoids to fight these monsters crazily. Instead, they rely on carrying out hundreds of corpses in a month to establish a new order system for New York's underground order.

Not to mention, Lancer told these parents directly this time that these bastards had run into something from the other world and witnessed the blood feast. Don't believe it, my toilet hasn't been cleaned yet! If you are interested, go in and take a look! It was like a dismemberment scene. Director Stacy took a few parents to visit it. Two of them couldn't hold it and vomited directly into the bloody toilet.

So Lanser's next words surprised the kids. They thought Lanser would persuade their parents to beat them up. "These little bastards all came back covered in blood. If they can jump and run now, they will have a bright future! As parents, if you have money, go find a psychologist for psychological intervention. If you don't have money, take them out for hiking, camping, barbecues, or even a shooting range to vent! In short, they need your help now! Don't let them get mentally ill after encountering such a mess."

When saying goodbye, Lanser said to these little brats: "Don't give up, don't believe in fate!"

"Thank you very much." Lightning Thompson's father was dressed in a suit and looked like a successful wealthy man. He shook hands with Lancer and said, "If you have any problems because of this incident, please call me immediately! I am very willing to do my best to seek justice for my child! From hiring a lawyer to hiring a security and defense company." His words were very straightforward. He was a good father and seemed to have a lot of money.

Several other parents also came back to thank Lanser, but it was obvious that although their children studied together, they were not as good as Lanser in society.

The classes were already clearly divided, but most of these parents also said that if Lancer came to them with anything, they would do their best.

Lancer nodded and smiled. It was enough to just listen to such words. Unless he asked for it to be fulfilled today, the favor would disappear after a while. Besides, Lancer didn't think these ordinary people could help in any way. Franklin was the most practical.

So Lancer took the opportunity to bring up the last point. In order to punish these bastards for their mess, and they had to pay for the rescue costs of Lancer and his team, in the next six months, these little brats would have to come here to work during all their rest time. The men would go to the shipyard opposite, and the women would work in the coffee shop.

"Including me?" Peter, whose face's redness and swelling had just subsided, looked at Lancer with some fear. It was the first time he felt that Lancer, who was usually smiling and easy to talk to, could occasionally be so fierce. But it was very subtle that such a fierce boss actually gave him a sense of security.

"That's right! Including you, Peter! Your good days are over, say goodbye to the air conditioner! Starting tomorrow night, bring your own work clothes! This half year will be your labor punishment!" Then Lancer looked at the group of unfortunate people who were screaming, and continued to play the role of an iron-blooded dictator with an expressionless face, "If you scream again, it will be another year! I believe your parents will be happy that you have a place to vent your restless energy in your spare time!"

There was an instant of complete silence, and everyone looked at their parents pitifully, hoping that they could fight for themselves and escape from the tyranny of this guy in front of them. Half a year was too long! Half a month or a month would be reasonable for them, but this half a year! Oh my God, their rest time this semester is all ruined, and they still don’t have any salary!

"This is a good idea!" Director Stacy nodded first. Although his daughter was not the one who proposed it, she was very clever and must have been one of the first to raise her hand in favor of it. So in front of his daughter's shocked eyes, this father was also the first to agree to let his daughter come over to work for free!

Then other parents also patted their children with smiles, encouraging them to work hard. Some of them were obviously blue-collar workers and even suggested that their children should work hard to learn some skills. The training center here in Lanser is quite famous, except for the long working hours.

"Very good! Go back to sleep now and report back tomorrow!" Lanser waved his hand to send them away. A group of parents smiled and pulled their children to leave. "Peter, you stay."

"Why did he stay!" Gwen turned her head and asked. Director Stacy looked at her daughter and then at Peter, and her expression suddenly became serious. Her own cabbage... was taken away? No! Peter knew that this stupid little guy was not so precocious, otherwise, with her handsome face, she would have changed girlfriends several times, so her own cabbage was taken away by someone else!

"Peter is my clerk! I am Peter's boss!" Lancer's words choked Gwen and made her speechless. Yes, Lancer is Peter's boss. There was no other reason why Lancer rushed to save them today, that is, "I am Peter's boss."

So when Lancer said this and looked at Gwen, all the little kids hung their heads and were taken home by their parents. Except for Gwen who kept looking back, the others basically got into their cars obediently.

"Sit down! Springfield, give this bastard a cup of strong drink. Springfield called his aunt. This little bastard messed up today. He has to clean up the coffee shop and sleep in the coffee shop! You can sleep in the warehouse later. Anyway, it hasn't been cleaned up yet." Lancer stared at Peter Parker in front of him and wiped the brat's ass in a bad mood. "Don't be so unweaned. Do you want Springfield to give you a glass of milk? Sit down!"

"Boss... I, okay, thank you." Peter Parker sat down obediently in front of Lancer, ready to have his face washed with saliva by his boss. To be honest, this feeling was somewhat novel to Peter Parker.

"I won't waste my words on big principles, you should understand." Lancer watched Springfield mix a few drinks and serve one to himself, Frederick and Binjiang. Then he looked at Lancer who was about to scold Peter with a smile on his face. He was almost about to take out a camera to film it. Of course, Lancer would definitely stop such a socially suicidal act.

Of course, Lancer forgot that 4K quality shooting is considered low definition in the mind cloud map...

In a sense, Peter Parker's mind is not very mature now, and his values ​​are still in the process of being established. For Peter in this Marvel movie world, it is his uncle who gave him his will and shaped his values. Well... now his values ​​are all distorted! That's right, Iron Man has not yet completed his spiritual sublimation. Letting Tony Stark lead Peter now can only lead him astray.

"We've beaten you and scolded you, now let's talk. I'm not a good person. You know what kind of business I'm in. This coffee shop is just something Chuntian likes, that's all." Lancer picked up the glass and clinked it with Peter, who was holding the glass of light fruit wine with a confused look on his face.

"Boss, you actually helped a lot of people in the shipyard..." Peter knew it very well, but why did he still work in the coffee shop in Springfield? Because he felt that the boss was not a good person, but he had a conscience.

"Yes, I helped a lot. John, Benning, Rostod and Marco, who came later, were all

"They are all unlucky." Lanser smiled helplessly, and then all the girls in the room laughed. Yes, those who followed Lanser to work on the ship were a bunch of unlucky people, and there was no winner in life. "Let's not talk about the unlucky people in the shipyard. Only a few skilled workers have a stable life." Lanser looked at Peter, "But I still can't be considered a good person."

"..." Peter was silent. If he opened a gun shop, he might be able to say that he was a legitimate businessman, but his boss was an arms dealer. How could an arms dealer known as the "Merchant of Death" be a good person? !