Marvel Space and Time Administration Growth Log

"About half an hour."

"Very good! Everyone! In half an hour, welcome to the battle! Are you ready? For Stalin! For the motherland! For the damn dollar!"

"Ula!"

1-138 Sniper at the Gun Show

"Take your number! Look at the number plate! The queue time is at least 20 minutes. You can go to the nearby booths first." Lancer's crew was shouting hoarsely. A group of people surrounded him, waiting for him to write a note so that they could queue up. As for which booth to go to, since there was no waiting for the number, the most they could do was to look at a few nearby booths.

But this did not prevent the organizers of the exhibition and the owners of the nearby booths from treating Lancer as an apostle of God. The flow of people attracted by this heavy artillery was simply amazing! The owner of the nearby booth went from complaining about his bad luck at the beginning to wanting to swear brotherhood with Lancer now. His mentality changed so quickly.

Although it is the largest gun show in Texas, this is the first day of its opening. Normally, only professional media reporters and a few idle Texan uncles would come here. The key is that people will gather from all directions in the next few days, and the activities prepared by the organizers are basically only in those days.

However, thanks to the headline-grabbing behavior of the journalist who took the photo, the photo of the holy relic: Stalin's Hammer has been uploaded all over the Internet, especially the scene of SOPII driving this thing off the flatbed trailer, which has attracted many people nearby to jump in their cars to take a look.

After seeing the popularity explode, the organizers began to contact Lancer proactively, hoping to maintain order, and then the current scene appeared! Stop making noise, turn off the speakers! The only ones who have the right to speak today are the father iron fist photo team, get in line! Wait for your number to be called!

"Hey! Lancer? Man! I didn't expect to see you here!" A strong man with a red neck from the south came over and shook hands with Lancer. He was the sales manager of Springfield Factory. He had visited Lancer before, who placed orders several times a year, often hundreds of guns at a time. "You have it, it's cool..." He looked at the row of guns on Lancer's stand with shining eyes.

"SOP, STG44." Lancer looked in the direction of his gaze and smiled instantly. There were three Storm assault rifles priced at $85000 on the stall. Many people came over to take a look and wanted to pick them up to play with them, but they were all rejected by SOPII who was watching the stall. What a joke, they are for sale! So expensive! You want to touch them without paying?! Are you awake?

But since it was Lancer's request, it was different immediately. An STG44 was brought over. Lancer picked it up and handed it to his old friend in front of him, "Your eyes are so disgusting. Wipe your saliva. Damn it, Green, don't look so ignorant."

"No, no, no, let your saliva flow. It's bound to flow, right? Damn it, let me see." The sales manager named Green quickly wiped his hands on his pants, then reached out to take the STG44 from Lancer's hand, immediately pulled the bolt, and fiddled with various parts.

They are all professionals. You can tell the quality of the gun by just pulling the bolt. The movement sound of the STG44 bolt in front of him is as clear as Britney Spears's singing. Green couldn't help but sigh, "Damn, where did you get it? It's in great condition."

"Hey, don't worry about it. Are you jealous?" Lanser said with a sly smile, "Want to fire two rounds? They're original bullets."

"Original? You mean the Mauser bullets from World War II?" Green's eyes brightened again. "Dude, tell me what the conditions are. I can't wait."

"Look, I arrived a little late and failed to rent a spot at the shooting range. Can you lend me yours? I'll fire 30 rounds for you, okay?" Lanser said with a smile.

"30 rounds... you're too stingy." Green said with a smile, "I'll lend you the shooting range, and you can sell our factory's guns. We'll also provide all the test bullets as long as we have them. Three magazines with 90 rounds, let me shoot to my heart's content, how about that?"

"Deal!" Lanser said with a smile, then tapped his headset, "M4 makes an announcement."

"Friends, the shooting test of the STG44 from Germany in World War II will soon be carried out at the shooting range of Springfield Arms Company not far away! Welcome to watch!" M4's crisp voice soon came from the loudspeaker broadcast.

"Beautiful. My boss will like it." Green said with a smile. He and Lancer, followed by Binjiang, holding three full magazines in their hands, walked towards the Springfield Arms Company shooting range not far away. On the road, they could already see a crowd moving in this direction visibly.

Walking into the booth, Lanser looked at the young man with a puzzled look on his face, who was quickly cleaning up his counter, leaving a long table with

There is a vacant weapons rack.

Lanser rolled his eyes. Good fellow, you are taking advantage of me, you are a thousand-year-old fox?! You are a talented person, but the boss doesn't give you a raise. It's a waste of talent, a waste of talent! But he didn't refuse to put the guns there for display. After all, it would benefit everyone.

As soon as the gun was on the rack, Lancer quickly retreated. There was no other way. The flash was so bright that Lancer felt like he was being hit by dozens of flash bombs! Many people were frantically pressing the shutter button, obviously very interested in such a rare gun, but Lancer didn't want to be on camera like this.

As for the two more Lancers, well...even good wine needs no bush, but I guess after the test firing, everyone who needs to know will know.

"The boss asked me to buy it. Name a price." A few minutes later, Green came up to Lancer and said, "I'll fire one magazine for the test firing. I'll take the other two magazines and 60 rounds of bullets." The reason was simple. There were crowds of people there, and he also sold a lot of small things during this time.

"85000 dollars, no bargaining." Lancer rolled his dead eyes and looked at Green beside him.

"65K... There is a batch of 1911s in the factory, which will be treated as defective products. They will not be printed." Green said in a low voice.

"Shit, it's like I don't have to pay for these guns. 80K, at most I'll give your boss a set of accessories." If it's a black gun from a factory... it's even more popular! Quality, man! Quality! Even if I take it directly to a mainland hotel, I can get a good price, not to mention this is damn Texas!

Want to know why Texas is one of the most stubborn gun-friendly states in the U.S.? It sells a lot!

Where do so many people come from to absorb so many guns?

Where is south of Texas? Mexico...

Mexican immigrants bought dozens of guns and hundreds of rounds of ammunition and brought them back to Mexico, but the customs officials didn't care. They only checked when you entered the United States, but no one cared when you left the United States! Even if the merchants knew where the guns were flowing, they would only ask, why don't you buy more!

Who bought it? Who cares! It's all business. Of course, this is just one of the reasons!

And with the increasing number of illegal immigrants in recent years, guns have become a necessity. No one really thinks that those illegal immigrants are kind people who just want to work in the United States, right? Just look at the money-making ideas of domestic runners that are very illegal in China and you will know what kind of mentality people have when they take this path! They earn dollars, but what they rob is not US dollars, right?

"Okay, give me more original bullets. This stuff is not easy to buy." Green nodded. Lancer's request was not excessive. On the contrary, their boss was trying to kill two birds with one stone and achieve mutual benefit.

"Can't you reload by yourselves?" Lanser looked at the targets being placed on the shooting range, and a handsome guy in combat uniform who was obviously called over and stood behind the STG44, "It looks like you have no chance of playing."

"Yes, but why not ask for a little more? And I got a $5000 bonus, so it's worth it." Green said with a smile, "The PPSha you have there... Look at the label, it can be sold for $5000 a set?"

"To be precise, it has two drum magazines, two magazines, and a standard set of accessories." Lancer smiled and clapped as he watched the handsome man pick up the STG44 and pull the bolt. He very skillfully showed the people present the appearance of the gun and some details, then quickly used some tools to disassemble the gun, showing everyone all the internal structures, and then quickly reassembled it. There was no doubt that he was a very professional veteran with guns.

"Great, give me a good one." Green said with a smile. He wanted the STG44, of course he wanted it, but he couldn't afford it, so he simply settled for the next best thing, the PPSh was also a good gun. And bullets were a little easier to find. After all, the 7.62mm pistol bullet used by the Big Black Star pistol of a country across the sea was from the same family as the Tokarev pistol bullet used by the PPSh in front of him, so the production price was cheaper.

"It's just a matter of words. I'll ask them to pack it for you first?" Lanser watched the handsome guy load the bullet very neatly, pull the bolt to load the gun, stand at the shooting position, and first fire three single shots to get a feel for it. But the other guy's feeling was to make three holes in the ten-ring area of ​​the target paper 50 meters away, "Not a bad shooter."

"Of course it's good. It was unexpected that he came to visit today. Bob Lee is a retired sniper from the army. He is a very good shooter and is said to be able to hit a target two kilometers away. He is a friend of an employee in our company. He was invited here today as a demonstration shooter. When he heard that he could test-fire the STG44, he took the initiative to apply. Obviously, no one can escape the beauty of this steel." Green looked at Lancer and smiled. "Do you want me to help you connect? You should be interested in such a good player."

"Really?" Lanser's eyes flickered. It was confirmed. He was just wondering who this person was. He looked so familiar. He realized it was this person when he heard the name. He didn't know when this person would snipe the vice president. He would help him out when the time comes.

Needless to say, Irons must be very interested in such a good player. As for what the vice president wants to do, what does that have to do with Irons? After arriving in Columbia, people have changed their appearance. Irons must be willing to do so. "Please help contact them later. I think I

Need a shooting coach, price negotiable."

"No problem! I'll help you, and you can give me a drum magazine!" Green nodded to show that he was willing to help, but he had to give him the necessary benefits.

"You... remember to help me lower the price by 10%!"

"20%. I promise to reduce it by no less than 20%."

"make a deal!"

PS: I'll add the picture of the 203B4 heavy hound that I forgot to post yesterday.

1-139 M4 suddenly became so scary

"Ains?! Why are you calling me at this time?" Lancer was brushing his teeth with his bare chest in the hotel before going to bed. As a result, the agent next to him handed Lancer's mobile phone to him. He looked at the caller ID and was very surprised to see Ains calling at this time. After picking up the phone, he greeted Ains.

"Hey man! I just saw the news about your company. Business should be pretty good today." Irons wiped the gift Lancer gave him with a smile on his face. However, the people kneeling not far from him looked miserable. "Have you sold all three STG44s?"

"Yes. By the way, do you want a pistol or assault rifle from the factory? I met their boss today and it seems I can get a discount this time." Lancer was completely indifferent to the voice begging for mercy and help coming from the phone. Lancer had also heard about Irons' recent actions in Columbia. His most intuitive reaction was that the price of illegal drugs in New York had begun to rise by almost half.

"Yes." Irons pulled the trigger, and the 7.92mm short bullet easily pierced the lungs of the guy who was pinned to the ground in front of him. "After all, your gun is of very good quality. Whether it is a single shot or a continuous shot, the effect is great. As for buying a gun, I need equipment more. Can you help me get a bullet production line?"

"Oh? It's a bit sudden. Have you figured it out and saved me some money?" Lanser's eyes narrowed slightly. This request was a bit sudden. Besides, the bullet production line could be a big or small matter, but it was always something that was regulated. When did he owe him such a big favor?

The agent who was listening nearby frowned and quickly searched who Irons was and why Lancer took his situation so seriously.

"I won't say any more nonsense. Now, I think someone smart should tell me why someone would spy on my partner's warehouse. Sir, you only have one chance." Irons looked at the people in front of him with cold eyes and placed his mobile phone in front of them. "Look how good I am to you."

"The big shot of the CIA wants his evidence." The guy with a bruised face, soaked body, and held down by two strong men said tremblingly. But when he said this, it was obvious that the unlucky guy who was caught alive was too scared to speak, and he also realized that what he said was enough to kill him.

"A name, I need a name, otherwise I will have to replace your name as the object of my revenge!" Irons roared loudly, obviously no longer interested in enduring the CIA's repeated actions. "Oh... Look, your companion convulsed for 2 minutes and died because his lungs were filled with blood. It looks like you will follow in his footsteps!"

"Pfft..." Lancer on the other end of the phone laughed. He couldn't hold it back. His laughter was so wanton. "You still want evidence of my guilt? Man, your joke is so funny that I began to suspect that you are from the CIA framed by the British Department 6. Irons, just shoot them. You are just a bunch of abandoned pawns. You don't even know where the evidence of my guilt is. And you still say you are from the CIA. What a joke! All the deadly things are commissioned by your CIA! Except for the title of a so-called CIA peripheral support unit, there is no valuable support." Lancer said unhappily.

The agent who was pinned to the ground looked at the phone in front of him with horror. What the hell? The target he was targeting was a peripheral support unit of the CIA itself?! Cold sweat kept coming out of his forehead. A series of questions and fears circled in his mind, and his whole brain was about to explode.

"But it seems that the CIA does have some ideas about us.

, so many things happened one after another. My intuition tells me that these guys are deliberately letting you catch them. If you can hold your breath, why don't we play with each other?" Lanser suggested to Irons, "If there is no accident, who is this guy who thinks he is so powerful and thinks that the CIA represents the United States?"

"You're right, so do you have any good suggestions?" After listening to what Lancer said, Irons signaled his subordinates to check the surrounding environment and ensure the evacuation route.

"These unlucky guys, strip them naked, tie them up, and throw them in front of the American Embassy. As for those who want to play cards with us, maybe we should observe who is going to sit at the card table. After all, compared with me, you are more likely to step on the red line of the CIA, right?" Lanser said with a smile. Although Irons was angry about clearing out drug dealers in Colombia because he was attacked and almost lost his life, who is the next CIA in this hellhole? Do you need to say who is the next buyer? So Lanser started the call and heard the screams of the agent on the other end of the phone.

"Yes, you are right. It is very rude for someone to sit at the poker table without informing his name." Irons nodded, his tone full of murderous intent, "The previous orders remain the same. I need to establish a certain logistical supply capability here, hum..." Irons narrowed his eyes. This is not a small amount of money, but for Irons who just killed a bunch of drug dealers, he is not short of money at all.

"Okay, I'll let you know when there's news! Is there anything else?" Lanser hugged the agent and pushed her into the corner. The agent looked weak, helpless and pitiful.

"That's all. I won't bother you anymore." Irons hung up the phone and nodded to Gideon behind him.

Gideon took out his pistol without saying a word and quickly called out the names one by one. Irons was not a stingy boss. They had already decided to follow him to start a career, so their loyalty was naturally guaranteed.

After doing all this, Gideon walked over to Irons who was deep in thought and said, "Boss, do you need to investigate?"

"No, these guys may not be good at other things, but they are very quick when it comes to cutting off their tails to survive. Even if we can catch their tails, they would have probably cut them off themselves." After the last time, Irons no longer planned to cooperate with any CIA plan. Damn it!

If there is not enough benefit, or enough results, not only Irons, but even his brother, Underwood, the Democratic Party whip, will not be able to handle this matter well! What the Democratic Party wants is a relatively stable place of wealth! Not a pile of ruins! And millions of hungry refugees.

So now Irons has to shift some focus and establish some hematopoietic functions in Colombia. Since he cannot cooperate with the CIA, some things cannot be done naturally. After all, when it comes to illegal drugs, the CIA calls itself the leader and no one can object.

"Forget it. I was just about to ask that little bastard if he could bring his big toy to Columbia to play with, but he obviously didn't want to. Besides, he must be enjoying the night with his girls right now." Irons was already in the mood to make a joke, and Gideon next to him smiled, which showed that all men understand.

"But he should have made a lot of money today." Gideon said with a smile. In his opinion, Lancer had already made a lot of money and there was no need for him to work so hard.

"I asked him this question before, and his answer was 'not enough money'. Surprising, isn't it?" Irons turned around and poured a glass for himself and Gideon. "How many CIA safe houses do we know about?"

"Seven. There will be none left by tomorrow morning." Gideon finished the drink in one gulp. Seeing Irons nod, he turned and left.

Irons turned around and looked at the wall of his safe house, which was full of marked information. He raised his glass and shook it towards the information on the wall, "Cheers to my dreams."

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"You're just going to leave the commander to your original enemy?" Binjiang, leaning on the sofa, kicked M4, who had a gloomy face.

At the end of the day, the Lancer booth was very busy. Several crew members were outside taking photos of the 203B4 heavy artillery and were too busy to take care of other things. Therefore, many other matters were handled by M4 and the agents, especially some cooperation matters determined by Lancer and Springfield Arms Company that needed to be implemented. These specific project agents took over without hesitation.

The entire AR team was looking at their team leader. Go ahead and grab the job! Why are you standing there? You are trying to steal the commander's attention! Be serious! This is not a fight. Do you feel good about losing to the agent? Then M4 began to lose pressure.

"Now they are all together, I guess...eh?" Brother Sixteen also swung his wine glass and was about to tease his own captain, but the agent who was being arranged sent a message: "Captain of Griffin's Scrap Iron, the master wants to understand something with you, come in and get out of here after you finish talking."

Hmm... after going in, there are still people coming out? Everyone's eyes were instantly fixed on M4's little face.

M4's face flushed instantly. After taking a deep breath, M4 ran out in the funny eyes of Fei Ma.

Go, she heard SOPII cheering her on from outside the door.

"Hahahaha... I can't hold it anymore! I'm dying of laughter!" Binjiang clapped the armrest of the sofa and laughed so loudly.

"Ah... rushed into the commander's room! Our captain looks full of fighting spirit!" RO635 was also saying this with a grin, and I don't know if he had learned bad things during this period of time, he said this with a pouty mouth and a smile.

"Bang!" Suddenly M4 walked out of the room, stood in front of RO635, looked up and down at the normally dressed knight girl, making RO635 suddenly feel embarrassed.

After all, facing M4's sudden action, RO635 was completely confused, "Um, do you need my help?"

"Yes, I need a little help!" M4 pulled up RO635, turned around, and entered Lancer's room.

"Hey...Hey! Hey!!!" RO635's scream stopped abruptly with the sound of the door closing.

"The captain suddenly became so scary!" SOPII trembled.

1-140 Collectors celebrate Chinese New Year

"A drum magazine is $200. What? Too expensive!? Man, this is an original Soviet product from 1940! It's true that we don't sell it cheap, but we are not just selling arms. We have the weight of history, you know! The weight of history! How can your dollar not be heavy?" SOPII was bargaining with a big Texas man who decided to spend $1999.99 to buy a PPSH41 PPSh naked rifle. She was not afraid of the other party waving his arms as thick as her thighs.

There was an old redneck who was ready to fight just now, but to Lanser's surprise, a few rednecks who were selecting things nearby stopped him. Lanser's things are not expensive, they are indeed not cheap, and basically they don't bargain with you, but the things exhibited by this little-known Azur Lane Shipping Company are of very good quality.

"A total of 16500 US dollars! Card or cash? Okay, please. Want a gift? Yes, this Soviet-made kettle and compass are for you. What? Want a telescope? That's an original Zeiss, do you think it will be given to you? Oh, buy it, and add another 3000. They are all worn and have minor defects." AR15 spoke quickly to the person in front of him. The rich man in front of him threw a black card on the table. In addition to the telescope, he also added a thousand rounds of original Mauser short bullets. He didn't bother to ask the price, just pay.

Like this wealthy gun collector, many people flew from all over the United States after hearing that a working Soviet B4 203mm heavy howitzer was on display at the Texas Gun Show, and that the exhibitors were also selling a large number of original weapons and equipment from the Soviet-German War. These collectors even said that a few from Europe were on the way.

Then these collectors sorted out the early, mid and late production PPShs from the "PPSh" that Lancer had left on the display case, and even found a few PPDs mixed in, also known as Popod submachine guns. These spontaneous actions surprised Lancer a little. This was free labor, which was great, and these collectors themselves had so-called authority! This behavior quickly attracted more people to come and take a look.

Don't forget that the entire wall of Lancer's headquarters is filled with crates filled with various Soviet and German weapons. Lancer was too lazy to clean them up, but now someone has taken the initiative to do it. That's great. Take the Holy Sword of Physics! Please!

The sight of these collectors waving crowbars even became a unique sight at the gun show, and they actually found quite a few things that could be considered treasures, which they played with excitedly with gloves on. This kind of fun, like opening a blind box, made them very happy, and since they were happy, they naturally decided to buy the good things they had found, and began to ask Lancer for the price.

Lancer hesitated for a while, but finally decided not to raise the price. He pointed to the sign and said, "I wrote it, so this is the price!" PPSh submachine guns and similar products are $1999.99, and MP40 and similar products are $6999.99. Anyway, the cost is 0, and the price breaks the market bottom price. Lancer doesn't care at all.

However, Lancer decided to bundle some small items together. For example, if you bought a PPSh submachine gun, you had to buy a chest mount, a bullet belt, and Soviet boots at the same time. Because these were not very easy to sell, and these damn Japanese guys were not very interested in military uniforms, so they had to sell them in various bundles...

Because they all looked very "original", just battlefield stuff of poor quality, and the bundled items were not expensive, these wealthy collectors didn't care at all, but were very happy with Lancer's attitude, so some bodyguards they brought with them were there to help maintain order.

"You must have more hidden stuff, man. What's the difference between selling it today and tomorrow? Are you trying to get by with money?" A collector wearing a German M42 helmet (which was bundled with the MP40 he bought) was trying to persuade Lancer to take out the good stuff he had hidden. It's only 8 yuan. Give him two more magazines and I'll buy it!

There was a huge sealed box in the corner of the command tent, and they were all looking at it! The STG44 that was said to be on sale was taken out of the tent by the girl with dark gold contact lenses (Frederick the Great).

They have already dismantled all the crates in the tent! The only thing left is the locked box! This bastard must have hidden something good in that box! It must be inside! Except for the Springfield Arms Company owner who bought it.

Besides the STG44 that they showed off at their booth, they didn’t even see the other two STG44s and didn’t know who bought them! So now they just want to buy one back!

Lancer wanted to curse. There was no STG44 in the box you coveted. There were hundreds of them in Feima's space! The box contained what Lancer brought and was coordinating with the organizers of the exhibition! A G620T concrete-piercing bullet! On the last day, he planned to let 203B4 come to a loud end to the exhibition.

Of course, the price of such a powerful Stalin's hammer instantly became very attractive!

"We're in the process of adjusting the stock..." Lanser rolled his eyes. "We have 20 of them. Are you sure you want them?"

"I want them all!" A collector standing next to Lancer said immediately. 20? This guy has some solid stuff, so he immediately expressed his willingness to buy them all.

"It's despicable to eat alone! Look, there are more than 20 people here, can we get more?" A middle-aged man wearing a T-shirt but unable to conceal his elite temperament rolled his eyes at his old friend. You are the one who is impatient.

"Yes, there are some, but the condition isn't very good. They were ballast goods given to Yugoslavia by the Soviets, and there was no time to clean and repair them. I don't know if they can be used." Lancer shrugged, indicating that he did pursue product quality.

"Bring them all here! We can repair them ourselves." The group of collectors looked at each other and nodded with satisfaction.

"There are three sets of vampires. Do you want any?" Lancer thought for a moment and said, the vampires here are not the dark creatures that are fighting with John Wick and Deadpool in New York. Instead, they are night vision devices developed by the Third Reich at the end of the period, which can be used with STG44.