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"I don't know, but it looks like our troubles, at least your troubles, are not over yet." Lancer said with a smile, and saw Stark's face fall.

"What do you think... Stark pointed at MK2, can I stop that guy from that day?" Having witnessed the fight between Binjiang and Wenwu that day, Stark had an inexplicable feeling that he did not seem to need a lot of special weapons, and could completely conquer the world with a pair of iron fists like Wenwu!

"Don't dream. Even if he doesn't have those iron rings, he is still a top-notch internal martial arts master, and also a martial arts master. Even if you wear this thing, you will probably not get any good results in his hands.

"This is really terrible." Stark looked at the photo and put it down. "I will continue to investigate. Thank you for your reminder!" He drank the wine in the glass and knocked the photo on the table. "As for the matter on the other side, I will hold a press conference. A small aircraft accidentally crashed into your warehouse. I will fully compensate the shipyard for the loss. Next time we fight, I will not lose to you."

"Okay! I'll wait for you to arrive." Lansher said with a smile, "Don't worry, I will reduce the force a bit, so as not to smash your expensive toy into scrap metal with one punch. By the way, what should we do with this mess?" Lansher didn't have any disassembly equipment, so he and SOPII used the equipment and a little bit of Binjiang's strength to dismantle it. This MK2 had basically not been overhauled and was almost scrapped.

"I'll have someone come tomorrow morning to pick it up... No, why don't you ask your guys to take it to my villa? I'll give you the address." Stark originally wanted to ask someone to come, but for some reason he hesitated for a moment and directly asked Lancer to take it to his villa. He probably planned to handle the rest himself."

"Okay, I'll pack it up." Lancer nodded. MK1 gave birth to Iron Monger, MK2 gave birth to Iron Patriot, and MK3 became the basic starting point of the entire Iron Man series. It can be said that the stories of these three sets are very rich. I didn't expect Stark to be willing to let him take over, but the other party was obviously ready to abandon this set.

"Okay, call me a taxi..." Stark pulled his clothes. He had drunk the wine and got the information. He planned to go back. There were too many ideas waiting for him to realize and too many questions waiting for him to investigate.

"No, don't bother. I bought a small motorcycle for Peter in my shop as a birthday reward for this boy who I thought was a good kid." Lancer shrugged. "This bastard offended me badly a few days ago, so are you willing to buy it?"

"Is it the time when they were captured by vampires and used as snacks?" Stark said with a smile.

"You knew?" Lancer was a little surprised. This little thing had already reached Stark's ears?

"I didn't know at first, so forget it. But now that I know, I will pay attention to it." Stark said with a smile, "Peter Parker is a great guy. You are too stingy with just a motorcycle. I will ride it back and wait for his birthday. I will ask him to come to me to get a decent bike."

"Hmph, don't mess around." Lancer stared at Stark. Peter earned more money after making a mistake.

"I understand. Within 3 US dollars." Stark pushed the door open and waved to Lancer.

"Commander, it looks like you two are going to become friends." Springfield teased Lancer at the bar.

"……maybe."

1-136 Attending a Gun Show in Texas

Stark rode away on the motorcycle that was supposed to belong to Peter Parker. Lancer shrugged as he watched the figure going away. He was indeed greatly influenced by several time and space times. Even though he wanted to keep a distance from this guy, the brotherhood of several lifetimes did make him make many subconscious actions.

For example, his situation is very similar to the current one, but in just a few years he has become the top fighter of the Five Permanent Members, a mercenary group that is even more terrifying than the complete Atlas that Irons has just established. No matter what strange things I get in that time and space, I will throw them to this guy to see what he can research out.

This guy never disappointed himself in that time and space. Human technology was forcibly pulled into the space age by industrial groups led by Stark Industries, and established its own cosmic technology route.

"Commander!" SOPII threw herself on Lancer's back, "Pack everything for tomorrow! M4 has already booked the hotel and venue, and rented the car." (At this time, M4 and the agent looked at each other with disdain again, feeling dissatisfied with each other for stealing jobs).

"We're going to Texas to sell guns, and staying at the Hilton is a bit absurd, isn't it?" Lancer said unhappily. Just when Lancer sent Stark away, his cell phone received a bunch of text messages, and the pocket phone almost made Lancer numb.

"According to my estimate, our first-day revenue is likely to exceed 30 US dollars. Let alone staying at Hilton, even buying a house locally... well..." SOPII was talking when he was suddenly interrupted by the AR

15 covered her mouth and dragged her away very skillfully.

"AR15 said that if you buy another house, you won't be able to get by with the IRS." Brother Sixteen said with a smile, "Besides, the economic situation in the United States is not very good right now. It may not be easy to make money by renting out the house. It is also annoying to change tenants frequently every year."

"Yeah... I know, I understand!" Lanser shrugged, turned over and hugged the arguing M4 and the agent to prevent the two from really fighting, "I didn't buy it first."

"That's what you said last time, and the time before that." Fei's mother smiled and began to discredit Lancer, "You know the situation in the United States. If we leave the house there, all kinds of risks will arise, and we don't have time to manage properties abroad."

Yes, under the weird laws in some states in the United States, if your property is invaded by strangers for a period of time, not only can you not forcefully evict them, but even when you sell the property, the next buyer cannot...

Of course, in such a situation, there is no need to expect the existence of a buyer, and naturally there is no discussion about whether the price can be sold. Such properties will eventually become a financial black hole, and will generally be abandoned by the owner soon, no longer paying taxes and various bills, and confiscated by the government, and then become the source of those so-called $1 properties.

The IRS will even auction off the properties of those unlucky people who have exceeded the tax payment deadline by just a few months. So if you are not active in paying taxes in the United States, don't be surprised if someone walks into your house and tells you that the house is his, because it was done by the IRS. It just shows whether it is a robbery or a lack of etiquette.

Some people even buy auction houses that are still owned by the original owner, and then negotiate with the owner. If the price is not much, they can make tens of thousands of dollars. Of course, if the negotiation fails, the current landlord can only call the police in tears, and then put the house up for sale. Although it will take a little longer, you can make more money.

So don’t blame the congressmen for pointing guns at those Black Lives Matter protesters, because even with such “reliable” laws in place, they were forced out. Who knows if these people will rush in, then rob and leave, or just stay there.

"Alright!" Lanser raised his hands in surrender. It seemed that his wives had been complaining about his little quirk for a long time. After SOPII let it slip today, his wives were ready to put the brakes on him so as not to cause trouble for everyone.jpg "Don't consider it. Let's stay in a hotel."

"Be good!" Fei Ma hugged Lan Se and touched her head comfortingly. Lan Se leaned down and enjoyed Fei Ma's good figure.

"So the goods should be packed, right?" Lanser touched his chin. Although he said that, most of the things Lanser and his team wanted to sell this time were picked up for free from warehouses in Ukraine, so let alone packing, many of them were not even unpacked.

"My flight is at 11 o'clock tomorrow morning. After I land, I've contacted the hotel's pick-up service, Lancer." M4 briefly introduced the itinerary to Lancer. The agent next to him tilted his head, his hands were slow and he was not familiar with the business.

"Very good, so let's go to bed early today, I'm really tired..." Lanser yawned, and at the same time sighed that he was really destined to work hard. His friends were still taking a break, but he, as the boss, was working hard to make money. What's going on? "Ask the guys next door who are still there, if anyone wants to go out and earn some money. The money earned in the venue is counted separately, not as salary."

"Okay, I'll notify them right away." M4 nodded and sent the message. He soon received a response. The crew members who were already bored naturally agreed to follow the boss out to earn money, but they had to draw lots and leave the two unlucky guys at home.

"Let's go and take a shower! You've been busy all day today." Fei's mother pushed Lan Se upstairs with a smile on her face. She was in a happy mood and her steps were brisker.

"Binjiang, where are the things?" Watching Lancer and Fei Ma go upstairs, Chkalov licked his lips and smiled a little. The commander of the three of them held on last time! But thinking that there seemed to be something else to do, Chkalov planned to finish the things on hand first. After all, this April Fool's Day event was directly related to Lancer's safety.

"It's already in SOPII's workshop. Does it need to be moved to your place for testing?" Binjiang stretched lazily. In order not to be exposed, the three of them couldn't just follow Lansor to watch the show. Watching the surveillance from a distance in the base lacked a sense of presence and made people feel bored.

"The data synchronization has basically been achieved. Basically, we just let the commander move around. Today's movement is not even considered an activity for its original design, but a small-scale combat test is not bad." Chkalov touched his smooth chin, his eyes gradually becoming cunning, "Are you going?"

"Huh? It turns out that I'm not the only one who wants to be beaten up by Fei Ma." Binjiang's eyes also became crooked.

"Now there are only three of us and these girls. In the future, even if Liuhua and the others come, you will see how everyone will fight for it." Chkalov said with a smile, "So we have to hurry up."

"go!"

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"This way, Master." The agent looked at his master with some distress. Last night was another night of 100,000 tons.

It’s not easy. “If Griffin’s Scrap Metal didn’t get the time wrong, the car that picked us up should be waiting for us outside the airport.”

"..."M4 glanced at the agent's profile. Why didn't she find this guy so irritating before? SOPII next to her made a complex gesture to her, "At night, hold down, tighten, collapse, sink into the river." M4 felt tired for a moment, and suddenly felt that she understood UMP45 very well.

"Springfield is the only one in the store, there shouldn't be any problem." Lanser stretched his limbs. He didn't know what made Chkalov crazy last night. He dragged Binjiang into the bathroom and started making a fuss. Fei's mother was uncharacteristically not throwing them out. What else could he say?

There are only cows that die of exhaustion, but no fields that are damaged by plowing!

Finally, I would like to thank Brother Sixteen for supervising my daily exercise and giving me the confidence to keep fighting.

"Don't worry, Chuntian's ability to control the situation is still trustworthy. If something really happens, although John has gone to see his daughter, in addition to the others who will meet up with us tomorrow, there are still two people staying in the hotel where you, Lancer, have reserved a room for a long time. This was a spontaneous decision they made after the last accident you had." Brother Sixteen patted Lancer on the shoulder with an expression that said you should be proud of him.

"What do you mean something happened to me?!" Lanser looked confused. "If it weren't for your shout, nothing would have happened to me." Lanser rolled his eyes and pushed the suitcase in front of him. Lanser always felt that if they didn't take anything, it would seem a bit weird, so Lanser and his friends simply each had a suitcase carrying clothes.

"Hahaha..." Brother Sixteen laughed. He just wanted to play a trick on Lan Se at that time, but he didn't expect that his sisters would turn the car around and rush back, and then murderously annihilate most of the staff of the Continental Hotel. However, after being glared at by Fei Ma's dark golden eyes, Brother Sixteen restrained himself a lot, but looking at Lan Se's angry expression, she still felt very happy.

"Let's not talk about this anymore. We saw the hotel car. Why don't we stay at the Continental Hotel? Lanse, I missed your fun last time! Isn't it a bit too much that you don't take me with you this time?" Binjiang was clamoring to go to the Continental Hotel. Obviously, she didn't want to stay there, she wanted to demolish it.

"Speaking of this, how do we settle the score with Bookman last time?" Fei's mother's eyes darkened. You want to touch my commander? ! "When are we going to Langley for a trip? I think the scenery must be nice." Yes, the scenery of the moon's surface appearing on the earth will surely be liked by many people.

On the way back, Lancer and his friends suddenly received a call in Russian-English. The caller briefly told Lancer what they knew and expressed their gratitude for the message he had left at Balalaika. They said that they would treat Lancer well if he had time to come to Moscow next time.

Yes, after the helicopter deal was concluded, Lancer found the situation to be complicated. He always felt something was wrong, so he decided not to contact the key man given by BOOKMAN. Instead, he asked M4 to call Balalaika via satellite phone and complained about the wind in the Atlantic, the customer's demands were too much, and the expired Langley Old Tom gin was not selling well in Ukraine.

Yes, Lancer took the initiative to flip the cover and attack the parry.

After saying that, he hung up, leaving Balalaika alone in the wind. But after a while, Balalaika came to his senses and began to report using the encrypted line. That night, the Lubyanka Hotel decided to take the initiative to see if there was a list of new customers in Ukraine that needed door-to-door service.

"There will be a chance. Isn't Irons going to build a training center next door to us? This guy was almost killed by the CIA. It will be more convenient to use him as a loan shark then." Lancer laughed. He and Irons can be said to be friends regardless of age difference. In fact, Irons would only need to ask Frank to ship the arms over without him even asking for it. The only difference is that the quantity might not be that great.

"Borrowing a knife?" The humanoids' eyes flickered. Lancer's borrowing a knife does not necessarily mean hiring Irons' men to do the work. It may also be... they are doing something in the name of Astra.

1-137 A little preparation for the gun show

"Hello! You are from Azur Lane Shipping Company, right? Here are the forms you need to fill out to rent a venue. Please sign and give them to me." A middle-aged woman handed Lancer a stack of forms. On them were naturally a bunch of clear responsibility clauses, detailed venue rental clauses and so on.

Lancer didn't even look at it, and directly handed the documents in his hand to M4 and the agent beside him, asking them to sign on his behalf. He signaled the trailer to approach and began to prepare for unloading. M4 and the agent looked at each other, and quickly began to turn the pages to review, and then signed Lancer's name. However, the middle-aged woman was very surprised that although there were two girls signing Lancer's name, the handwriting was exactly the same.

At this time, Lancer jumped onto the flatbed truck that had just stopped next to him, waved to Binjiang who was idle next to him, and lifted the waterproof cloth with him. Chkalov was tinkering with the space-time gate in the base and did not follow, but he thought no one would want to provoke a battleship and a light cruiser.

"Oh my God..." The aunt next to Lanser opened the

The moment the waterproof cloth was removed, the documents in her hand fell to the ground. No kidding, they have been holding gun exhibitions here for many years, but a scene like today is undoubtedly the first time she has encountered it! This behemoth in front of her is shocking at a glance.

And it wasn't just her. Exhibitors nearby all stopped what they were doing and walked over quickly, their eyes filled with frenzy, and many of them even had looks of reverence. Some reporters who were doing special reports had already started shooting with their cameras, and the flashes couldn't be stopped at all.

Yes, they have had many big guns exhibited at this gun show, including but not limited to the M4 Xie Mantou, the M10 tank destroyer, the M8 Greyhound, and other World War II veterans, and even airplanes. But they have never seen the one who came today, and he is indeed a bit too big.

Anti-sodium brittle relics: Father's Iron Fist, Stalin's Hammer.

Type B4 203mm heavy artillery!

You have to know that the T50 light tank in those days weighed only 14 tons, and the early model of the Type 17 tank weighed only tons.

But this steel behemoth weighs nearly 16 tons!

Although this thing is not everywhere in Russia, it is not rare and can be seen in many military museums. However, after a long time, those exhibits are inevitably rusty and look like old soldiers without anyone to take care of them.

But this one is different! Unsealed from the Soviet doomsday warehouse, it reflects the cold light of metal all over, and is full of murderous intent, as if it is about to bombard the positions held by the sodium brittle, and send them to the sky with a 150-kilogram shell!

Seeing Binjiang happily tear off the muzzle dust cover, revealing the shiny inner chamber, the 64 rifling grooves are as beautiful as if they just came out of the factory. The sense of oppression, the sense of oppression from the red empire is directly full! The friendly merchants and exhibitors present are breathing heavily.

In the United States, this thing is not common. No, it should be said that most of them have never seen this thing! Everyone looked at this huge beast with a thick tube, and more and more people gathered around this heavy artillery and admired it.

Then something happened that surprised them. Following M4's signal, the girls of the AR team began to disperse and drive the crowd away. The group suddenly realized something. It seemed that Lancer and his team had not hired a crane. Does this mean... that this steel behemoth produced in the 40s can still move on its own? !

There is big news in the military fan circle! In the United States, there is a working Stalin's hammer!

SOPII climbed onto the flatbed, started the engine very skillfully, then pulled the operating lever to operate this huge metal behemoth to slowly drive down the flatbed along the metal pedals.

"Hey, buddy! As we agreed just now! Can I be the first one to take a photo?" The burly red-neck truck driver got out of the cab with an excited look on his face, and rushed to Lanser. He even took the initiative to hold an empty shell and grab a non-woven empty shell, jumped out of the car, and came to Lanser with a smile on his face. Others didn't know, but he knew very well that the man in front of him was the one in charge of this group of people, and among these people, the man in front of him was the one who had the final say.

"Of course no problem. Did you bring your camera? I have a Polaroid camera prepared here..." Lanser said with a smile, but it was obvious that the Polaroid camera was to be used to make money today and it couldn't be wasted like this.

"20 dollars, I just heard it, come on, let me show off with this baby!" The driver excitedly took out 20 dollars from his wallet and handed it to Lancer. Lancer shrugged and motioned SOPII to start working! Then SOPII took a picture of the driver taking off his shirt, revealing his strong tendon muscles, and then holding the shell with one hand and stepping on the B4 track with one leg with a smile on his face.

"Look at me~" SOPII waved, and then a photo came out of the Polaroid camera. After shaking it twice, SOPII handed it to the truck driver.

"Great! Buddy! Be sure to call me on the way back! I want to take this big baby with me for another trip!" The driver took a look at the photo and was very satisfied. He looked very strong and manly in the photo.

"I can give you a set of Soviet military uniforms when the time comes. You can wear them and take another photo." Lanser shrugged. He had a warehouse full of brand new Soviet military uniforms.

"It's settled!" The driver happily took the photos and left.

"Hey! Man! $20 for a photo! I want to take one too!" A group of friendly merchants and reporters nearby were furious! What a joke! There aren't many opportunities to take a photo with a World War II relic like this! And this thing can move by itself! It's really classy in an instant!

"Wait a minute, our booth is over there. We can take pictures after it's set up. Don't worry, we won't run away. We'll take pictures whenever you want." Lanser said from the side. The driver was going to leave immediately and would leave after taking pictures, but the problem was that we were not leaving.

These guys seemed to be worried that Lancer and his crew would run away, so they followed Lancer and his crew toward Lancer's booth. Then they saw a scene that surprised them: the crew members who had arrived earlier than Lancer and his crew had already finished setting up the booth.

A sales exhibition where the merchandise is neatly displayed with others

Unlike other booths, Lancer's booth featured a minimalist style simulating a battlefield, and the battlefield style was displayed in a very realistic manner.

Looking from the outside, the first thing you see is that the top of the towering tent is covered with an additional layer of camouflage net, and the four sides of the exhibition area are made of crates stacked up as walls, wrapped in waterproof canvas on the outside, with only some light-transmitting holes left on the top, making it look like you are in a half-buried underground command center.

The craftsmanship of the first four people is trustworthy. If it were not for the lack of time, the crew would even have planned to dig half a meter down, which would have been a better experience.

Even with just a quick glance when Lancer opened the curtain and walked in, the exhibitors nearby were already grinning. In the middle of this fake headquarters was an oversized map filled with various plastic figures, making the battle lines look jagged.

At the back, a map of Europe was hung, with big red or blue arrows pointing from Italy, the Soviet Union, and France to Germany, while a few old-fashioned kerosene lamps provided dim lighting.

On the left and right sides, old-fashioned crank telephones, telegraph machines and radio stations were lined up, as if in the void, there were large armies waiting for the headquarters to blow the horn for the final attack.

On the other side of the booth, there were several dummies sealed in cabinets. These dummies were neatly dressed, from combat engineers wearing thick cowhide bulletproof vests to ordinary soldiers holding PPShs, showing the standard posture of Soviet soldiers. If it were not for lack of time, these dummies would sit on the stools nearby instead of standing here.

All of these people and things on display are for sale at the stalls behind the headquarters, from guns to clothing, from oil lamps to compasses, from maps to plastic figurines...

"Damn, these guys are so good!" An exhibitor next door felt a little dizzy after just one look. Why would anyone come to his booth?! Some guns? Some accessories? Oh, what rubbish!

Wait, where did they get so many PPShs and MP40s at their booth?! Humph! I'm going to report them!

Then they noticed that AR15, dressed in a Soviet female soldier's uniform, had several roll-up banners placed on the side, which contained legal documents, identification documents, and the reporting phone number of the Texas ATF (U.S. Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms) in bold letters. It was obvious that he was fearless.

They didn't know that at this moment, the Texas ATF director was smiling in his garage, on the bed of his pickup truck, using a crowbar to open a heavy crate, which contained six wartime 6Ks, two MP98s, and an MG2, and he was playing with them with admiration. The shipping address on the crate seemed to be New York.

There is a place with everything in the Soviet doomsday warehouse...

AR15, with a calm face, sat at the cashier's desk, took out two card machines and placed them next to the cash register. The competitors looked at them in awe, and they could only put down their phones silently. But they thought, what's the point? They weren't afraid at all.

At this time, I saw several big men in Soviet military uniforms (John's team members) carrying an SG43 heavy machine gun to a machine gun position made of sandbags and crates. You have to admit, this position was well-organized.

Of course, what can't an amphibious bipedal fighting beast do? It's not like the sissy of the army.

And there is a tag hanging under this heavy machine gun (US$15000, can shoot normally, comes with a set of accessories, and 100 rounds of Soviet-made R bullets). To be honest, it gives people a little bit of... capitalist shock.

"You're here so early in the morning? It looks like you're having a lot of fun." Lanser looked at his subordinates who were wearing Soviet military uniforms with sailor shirts underneath. This guy actually looked very happy, with a half-empty bottle of vodka next to him, indicating that these guys were indeed a bit possessed by the Soviets at the moment.

"Boss!" The two "Soviet soldiers" looked at Lanser and saluted him with a smile.

"You should call me 'comrade' or 'comrade general'. Don't call me boss. I was almost confused by your shouting." Lanser smiled and joked with his subordinates, "The sun is a bit hot. I brought a thermos with drinks in it. Help yourself."

"Boss, you didn't put that refreshing water in there, did you?" One person was about to say something, but suddenly remembered that the boss had bought a kind of water when he stopped at Guangzhou before going to Southeast Asia. He could swear that he had never drunk such unpalatable water, and he almost died after just two sips.

"Don't worry, I bought it at a supermarket on the roadside when I just came out of the hotel. There's nothing weird about it this time." Lanser laughed a little. He remembered that after the unlucky guy was persuaded to drink a sip, he ran to the boat and vomited all his lunch. "Okay, no more nonsense, the guys around here, please watch out. It's okay if they want to take pictures, but if they want to take pictures, I'll take back half of the $20 and use it to buy cigarettes for you."

"Hurrah!" Two "Soviet" soldiers immediately shouted "Soka" to drive people away, because many people had already started filming. What are you filming for? Did you pay? This all costs money! The boss's money, their money.

Lancer lifted the curtain of the waterproof canvas, then walked into the "command room" and looked around, nodded, and looked a little bit. Because it had not officially started yet, there was no one here yet, but he would let Brother Sixteen and RO

635 is here.

These people may not be obedient in the visit. It's not just the naughty kids who are impatient, but also the friendly merchants with red eyes. So whether as an explanation or as a manager, Brother Sixteen and RO635 will have to bear the brunt of the burden today.

"Okay, what time does the park open?" Lancer looked at his watch. The two guys outside had already started collecting money. Not only did some people want to take pictures of the cannons, but some people were also interested in them wearing Soviet military uniforms. After discovering this, Lancer simply asked Brother Sixteen to send them Mosin-Nagant rifles and PPSh submachine guns, and then the two were surrounded. After today, they might be able to earn enough money to buy cigarettes for the whole team.