Marvel Space and Time Administration Growth Log

"Get out of here! That's mine!" Several collectors immediately started pushing and shoving. If the STG44 was rare, this first-generation night vision device was extremely valuable. Lancer actually had it, and he had three sets?! They had no choice but to grab it.

"Let me make it clear first, I dare not repair the item until it is repaired." Lanser lied with his eyes open. The SOPII was fully repaired and usable, but in order to maintain the original style, the battery was not replaced, so it could not be used.

"It doesn't matter. Make an offer. 30? Or 40?"

"Let's make friends for 20. I'll contact you directly when I find something good in the future. How about that?" Lanser said with a smile. The people in front of him had all been matched up by the agent. They were either senior executive partners of large conglomerates or heads of companies. Basically, they were the so-called people who had achieved economic freedom and were in high positions of power. Perhaps they could help a little.

"Good boy!" The man at the front patted Lanser. He was a smart man who knew how to get what he wanted at the lowest price. He took out a business card from his pocket and handed it to Lanser. "If you have something good, don't hesitate. If you really plan to sell that big treasure later, I'm very interested."

Didn't any of them check his information? The young man in front of them had quite a lot of information. Although a small shipping company was nothing to them, a person with such a wide range of travel could not be just a simple shipping company owner. After all, this guy had basically connected with most of the American institutions in order to do business. Some people even heard that he had a very good relationship with the top leaders of the Democratic Party, not the kind of white glove relationship, so they were willing to make a friend besides their own fun.

Yes, that's the reality. If Lancer didn't have connections with the upper class, these people probably wouldn't have accepted Lancer into their circle, instead of what they are doing now where many people are talking to Lancer with a smile and asking Lancer to promise that he would show them the good stuff first in the future.

"Although the STG44 is gone now, I have one left in my car, an FG42, just one. Are you interested in seeing it?" Lanser accepted all the business cards with a smile, and then said something that made the excited collectors' eyes go dark. "Not for sale. Are you interested in helping me see what's going on?"

"No, no, no, you bastard, you want to sell it! Can you preserve it well? If you can't preserve it well, you might as well sell it to us!" The rich people made a fuss in dissatisfaction and followed Lancer into the command cabin.

"FG42-2 mass-produced model, that's all I can recognize." Lancer took a gun box from Fei Ma's hand. There were three smaller boxes next to it containing the vampire night vision kits that Lancer was going to sell to them. He took out a rifle with a sniper scope from the gun box, and then the group quickly surrounded him. "

"You really have something good that will surprise me." Several collectors looked at him solemnly, discussed in a low voice, and then two of them quickly signed a check and threw it to Lancer.

"Uh..." Lanser looked at the two cash checks in front of him. The numbers on them were a bit large, and Lanser was a little confused. Millions of dollars?! What do you want to do?

"Don't worry, take it. We bought the gun and it has nothing to do with you anymore." The old man who was the first to hand Lanser his business card smiled and patted Lanser on the shoulder.

"Hey, is this considered robbery?" Lanser didn't know whether to laugh or cry. I've always been the one robbing others! And today I was robbed!? Lanser was somewhat speechless.

"Get used to it, this

It's life. One is for your FG42 and the Vampire. The other is for the big guy outside the door. We like it! We'll take it away after the exhibition! By the way, do you have any shells?" The collector smiled and showed his fangs. They were not interested in common goods, but they were very interested in these hard goods.

"Yes...but they are all old guys. Can you handle them?" Lanser curled his lips. The shells and gunpowder he used were all reloaded, and the amount of gunpowder was reduced. After all, it took half a century to get the explosives. Lanser himself couldn't believe what state it was in.

"For us, it's better to put the gunpowder there after we pour it out." The collectors said happily, gunpowder, we don't need that thing, this big thing is mainly a decoration, they feel uneasy to keep the live ammunition with a large charge and possibly unstable gunpowder performance at home, but for them, there is another purpose for running here, "By the way, I heard... Shenen, do you have any?"

Yes, what happened in New York was not a complete secret. The news that the Vatican had begun mass-producing guns and bullets that were effective against dark creatures could not be kept secret because there were too many people involved, so these well-informed guys heard the news.

Such "blessed" guns are very attractive to them. After all, guns should be scientific, but now they have a magical aura! Double the happiness!

"Sure, you know all this?! Of course I do!"

"Name your price. We are all believers in God."

"I agree, but I have to discuss it with the church."

"As it should be."

1-141 Two bad guys, the other one is targeting Shen'en

"Tired..." After getting off the car, Lancer looked at the entrance of the Hilton Hotel in front of him, feeling a little bit unable to move his legs. After a day of work, even the humanoids who shouldn't know how to be tired are a little bit cyber fatigued. God knows how many weirdos there are among these rednecks. I don't know where the twisted energy comes from. 50 dollars can be used to bargain with AR15 for 3 hours. After talking for a while, the people around him just listened to it as a crosstalk.

As for Lancer, none of those damn collectors were simple. Basically, they were all cunning people. None of them were simple. They were almost certain that Lancer must have more goods in his hands. Just like milk, there must be more if you squeeze it! And then the two sides were almost bypassed by Lancer's brain during the nonsense.

So Lancer felt a little tired both mentally and physically at this moment, so what Lancer needed most was to go to the restaurant to eat a big meal and then have a good sleep. Although the performance was very gratifying, it had to be said that Lancer still felt more tired than running a boat trip.

"Hello! Welcome back. Do you need our help?... Wow, sir, you don't look well." Just as Lancer got out of the car, the valet door attendant of the Hilton Hotel came over quickly, helped Lancer hold the door, and very politely stretched out his hand to block the door frame to prevent Lancer from hitting his head.

"..." Lanser looked at the square-faced young man in front of him, calmed down, and raised the corner of his mouth, "Oh, it's rare to run into a fellow countryman when you are out and about. What's your name? Where are you from?"

"Xu Shangqi, from Sichuan (originally located in Henan, but it was outrageous for a rebel leader like Wenwu to be near the imperial capital, so I moved to Sichuan)." The young man in front of him said with a smile, and then changed the subject, "This is the car rented by our hotel. Do you want to return it? But if so, we may not be able to borrow it tomorrow. A lot of out-of-town tourists came to see the gun show today." The young man had a relatively hearty smile on his face.

"Martial artist?" Lan Se didn't answer him, but looked at his palm twice and said something out of the blue. M4 behind him looked at the man in front of him in confusion. Binjiang showed an interested smile. She was not interested in this person. What Binjiang was curious about was how Lan Se knew that the other party was a martial artist. Chang Wei also said that you don't know martial arts!

"You are an expert. I just practiced farm techniques with my parents for a few years." Xu Shangqi did not deny it. He glanced at Lan Se's palms. There were calluses on Lan Se's palms as well, but they were obviously completely different from the calluses he had developed while honing his martial arts. It was obvious that he was a person who practiced American Iai regularly.

"So... you chose to be ordinary?" Lanser looked at the man in front of him. Well, he confirmed one thing. It was basically this person, Shang-Chi! However, the Ten Rings now belonged to Lanser. It was at Fei Ma's place. Lanser had no intention of returning it to him because it was indeed very useful.

"What's wrong with being ordinary?" Shang-Chi, who had avoided his father and escaped from his responsibilities (let's put aside whether that movie was humiliating or not, this is my biggest dissatisfaction with Shang-Chi. How could he just get away with the revenge for his mother's murder? What a waste!), shrugged his shoulders, thinking that this was just Lancer's curiosity.

"Really? Then just enjoy your ordinary life." Lanser nodded. At least he didn't do anything out of control by relying on his own strength. He finally kept the bottom line. "Help me park in a place that is easier to find. Lanser took out his wallet, took out a hundred dollars and handed it over as a tip.

"Okay!" Xu Shangqi took the money without hesitation and nodded to Lanser.

Said he would get it done.

"Thank you for your hard work. Let's go. I'm so tired that I don't even have the energy to eat." Lanser glanced at him again, then turned around and walked into the Hilton Hotel with his girls.

"This person looks very rich." Not far from Xu Shangqi, a woman who looked... very ordinary looked looked at her friend with a sly smile.

"Katie, if you are willing, give it to... remember that people require a location that is easy to find." Xu Shangqi said with a smile, and handed over the $100 in his hand. For some reason, when he looked at Lanser, he always felt that something was wrong. But as Lanser said, since you have chosen a peaceful life, then enjoy the peace. The fellow villager in front of him is from two different worlds.

"No, no, no, I don't have any affection for this kind of big and bulky commercial vehicle." Katie grinned and refused firmly. "The boss has entrusted you with the task, so please go for it. The garage is very full today."

I don't know if it's because he's optimistic by nature or because he's too thick-skinned, but he didn't take the aversion he felt towards Lanser from nowhere to heart. However, there are so many things in the world that you don't like, you can't just kill them all. What's the difference between that and his father?

"Lance... is there any problem with that guy just now?" After returning to the hotel, the agent naturally took off Lancer's coat and hung it on the hanger. Then the several figures next to him looked at Lancer strangely. After all, there are Chinese parking attendants in New York, and Lancer has never been so enthusiastic in talking to them.

"This man is called Xu Shangqi, and his father... is called Xu Wenwu. If you have no idea, he is the one who was torn to pieces by Fei Ma's mechanical dragon when we went to the Middle East to take office. His ten rings are in my hands now." Lancer raised his eyebrows and said simply.

"Oh!" Binjiang clenched her fist, and she remembered, "That guy who is still pretty tough!" She didn't know whether this evaluation of "still pretty tough" was a compliment in the eyes of the ship girls.

"Him..." Fei Ma's eyes moved and she glanced at M4, who nodded. The commander's safety was an absolute priority. Perhaps she could find an opportunity...

"Since he wants to be a happy parking boy, let him be. His father has a way of seeking death, and this guy hasn't offended us in any way. There's no need to do that. He's just a runaway loser." Lanser said with a smile. He naturally saw the interactions between his wives. Apparently, even the agent was included this time. His wives were unanimous in their plan to put an end to the trouble once and for all.

For Shang-Chi, who has no ambitions and is lying down, this is really too much of an unexpected disaster. After all, he really just wants to live a simple life. There are similar settings in many superhero stories. The protagonist does not care about worldly affairs, but the villain thinks he must die, and then the protagonist can only reluctantly go out and kill all the enemies. Lancer does not want to be such a bad guy.

"But...if he shows up in front of us and wants revenge, then there's no need to be polite." Lanser shook his head and threw this guy who looked so useless in the movie out of his mind. "Just do what you need to do."

After all, without the ten rings to provide power, Shang-Chi is just a thug who has received more than ten years of training in both civil and military affairs. After all, there are two known wastes in Marvel, Shang-Chi the parking boy and Iron Fist who uses a gun. It's not that Lancer underestimates them, but so far he really can't see where they can achieve anything.

If Shang-Chi really had some reason, then Iron Fist with a gun almost made Lancer laugh to death. Kunlun's supreme heritage! He embarked on the path of American Iai, my God... If he didn't really know the email address, Lancer would have printed out the photos of what he saw that day and sent them to Kunlun.

"Okay." M4 nodded. Since the commander said so, she really couldn't refuse. "I apply for necessary surveillance on him. Commander, can you ask your friend for help?"

"Okay, I'll call the FBI guys later and ask them to use him to train the new agents." Lancer smiled and hugged M4. This girl was called by me last night to ask about something, really asking about something, but she pulled RO635 and threw herself on the bed, which made the agent next to her stunned.

It has already developed to this point, what else is there to discuss! Let's discuss it at the sage time, and at that time, the mind will be clearer. Then it was Lancer one on three, and he was defeated after holding on for an hour. The intensity of this exercise was greater than being pressed by Brother Sixteen to exercise!

"Commander, the water temperature in the bathroom has been adjusted! Do you need me to rub your back?" The agent glanced at M4, Griffin's scrap metal. You all know the commander's character. He will definitely find this kind of thing troublesome. As long as this guy is looking for death, the commander doesn't even bother to look at him!

But as his human form, you must eliminate his danger, and replace them with iron-blooded people, three or two of them rush forward, hold the commander, and the rest go downstairs to do the work, and when the commander comes out of the shower, it is estimated that the meal can be served. Scrap is scrap, and its mobility is not ordinary.

If Lancer knew what the agent was thinking, he would probably complain. Then, this Hilton Hotel would definitely not be habitable today. Except for the executioner, all the iron-blooded girls are very good-looking!

"Lance, cell phone!" Brother Sixteen

Another one with the quickest response.

"Hmm?" Lancer caught the phone that Sixteenth Brother threw over and looked at the caller ID. It was Sitwell. Lancer shook his head. It must be something bad. "So, is there anything good? Mr. Sitwell?"

"Do you think there will be something good coming to you?" Sitwell, who had just come back from a mess in Europe, sighed. Because of the high-intensity confrontation between the United States and Russia, a civil war was likely to break out. The dark creatures gathered in Ukraine actually scattered like birds and beasts, making Sitwell's original preparations all useless. He was completely recalled to New York and temporarily bid farewell to the mess in Europe.

"So what do you want from me? So I can be mentally prepared."

"God, I want fifty of them, just pistols." Sitwell said concisely. SHIELD also wanted this kind of useful equipment. After all, they had encountered many monsters.

"Go find the church." S.H.I.E.L.D. is arrogant and has many demands, but the quantity is small. Lancer will not serve such customers.

"They won't give it, but you must have it."

"Why should I give?"

"Two sets of Stark's transmitters."

"make a deal."

1-142 God's grace that changed the situation

"He promised to give God's Grace weapons?" A voice that Sitwell was very familiar with sounded in his ears.

Just as Sitwell hung up the phone, he planned to take the code given by Lancer and go to the warehouse near the safe house originally prepared for John Wick and Deadpool to get guns in the afternoon. However, as soon as he went out, he was blocked by Agent Coulson who was waiting.

"Only thirty in total, why...you don't want to have a piece of the pie, do you?" Sitwell looked at Coulson in front of him without any surprise. In the morning, Nick Fury asked Sitwell to ask Lancer for something, and he could exchange it with the things in the warehouse, and Coulson already knew it.

After all, SHIELD is so small and there are only a few high-level agents, not to mention that it is very likely that Nick Fury asked him to find him.

"You have a really good relationship with him." Coulson said with a smile, "Nick Fury agreed to equip me with two, remember to keep some for me." Coulson smiled and slapped a piece of information that Sitwell had asked him to look up on Sitwell's chest, "Although it's a little late, it should still be useful."

"Thanks. I can only keep one and I'll have to ask Nick Fury for it myself." Sitwell didn't respond at all. He said that he would make sure his own pistol was taken care of and the rest could be divided among Nick Fury himself. As for why he asked Lancer for 50 pistols and there were 20 less pistols, you're kidding. 20 pistols are not enough for Hydra to share, even if only the leaders share one.

The relationship between SHIELD and the church is not bad, but very bad. As a result, SHIELD tried to ask the church for the God's Grace series of weapons, but the church ignored them and said that these are weapons given by God to his servants to fight against evil! Don't touch them lightly!

In short, as for the bulk supply to other organizations, do you think their church is a gun shop? Go away!

To this, Sitwell had only one reaction: Bullshit! Lancer is not a believer! He was the one who invented this divine weapon! You are not even a gunsmith! You are just singing and cheering on the sidelines!

Well, this was just something said in anger. Sitwell was also very clear that in this matter, singing and cheering on the side might be the most important step. After all, magic matters obviously cannot be solved by just pressing a button in a factory.

Speaking of the routine communication last night, Zemo mentioned something in his chat with Sitwell. Someone from Hydra has raised a question. There are many "gods" in this world, and cultists are almost everywhere. So, has God blessed the weapons? What about those so-called "gods"? Can they try?

Right? Theoretically, it is the process of gods attaching power. Can we think of a way first? After all, there are quite a few gods related to silver. So can these gods release their power in this aspect? ?

And there is another problem. At present, the power of God seems to have a particularly good effect only on those dark creatures. However, judging from the situation of the blood slaves sent by the vampires in the battle between John Wick, Deadpool and the vampires, the lethality is exactly the same as that of ordinary ammunition and there is no increase or decrease.

Of course, the parties involved don't care about this. Humans have so many tools to kill each other, and they have already figured out all kinds of ways to kill their own kind efficiently.

But this is a new field, which aroused the interest of Hydra. They wanted to try in this direction. If other gods, no matter whether they are good or evil, gave the so-called blessing, could it produce more interesting effects? After all, there are indeed a lot of superhumans in this world! Ordinary firearms really cannot put an end to these superhumans.

But if you add divine power...things seem to become interesting.

For this kind of thing, Hydra always conducts experiments as soon as they think of it. Of course, before starting, they need to figure out the whole process designed by Lancer and the Holy See, and get some samples, and then they can prepare to start their

Maybe this will help Hydra establish its own rule in the future and provide a little more solution.

"Dude! Do you know how many departments are watching these things?" Coulson said with a wry smile, "Lancer probably has no more than 200 guns, and most of them are quick-made products, with only a few fine products for his own use. Although I'm not sure what you used to exchange for these guns from him, I think the price must have been high, so there's a high probability that you won't do it again."

"Yes, there definitely won't be any more. This guy Lancer's asking price is really high." Sitwell shrugged. He was able to get it so easily because he had done a series of homework and knew what Lancer's current needs might be.

Because in a series of Lancer's related plans, Colombia seems to be a relatively important part of it. Whether it is the "Department Store" that is already planning to open a second branch in Cuba, or Atlas that has already started to put up its sign in Colombia, the base will be in Colombia.

According to SHIELD's own intelligence, the Colombian government has signed an agreement with Irons to begin clearing out Colombian drug lords in exchange for the lease of two small port cities, and to provide some military support in maintaining law and order in Colombia. This is a long-term employment.

And Lancer will become an important supplier to Atlas and the Colombian government forces. This profit chain with gold flowing through it was announced to be established in the blink of an eye, and it took only more than half a year.

What will happen next? According to the latest intelligence, this department store is also planning to officially enter Colombia. According to SHIELD's own analysis, Atlas and this "department store market" are likely to reach an agreement with each other. Nothing is more profitable than monopoly.

For this reason, Lancer, Kingpin, and Negative each gave up 5% of their shares to Irons. One would open a store wherever the war burned, and control the economy and logistics. But they were still far from controlling the country (Lancer: When did I say this would happen? You Hydra guys are really filthy minded).

So this is an ambitious plan (Lance:?? Opening a small market, how can there be so many things that can be derived from it?), in this case, Atlas will need some... heavy weapons and weapons that can be used as killer weapons. The former involves more and may be more troublesome. But for the latter, Stark Industries' launcher has already caused a "natural gas explosion" at the port of Colombia. The other party will definitely not have too much of such things. Sitwell judged that Irons would definitely help SHIELD pay a high price (Lance: No, no, no, it's simply because it's easy to sell even though it's hot).

"So, two! If you miss it, you may lose it." Coulson said with a wry smile. The biggest feature of this thing Lancer made is that it can be mass-produced! For those dark creatures, these weapons and equipment that can be mass-produced are tantamount to a dimensionality reduction attack. The power comparison between humans and them will further tilt towards humans. It can be said that this will be a weapon that changes the course of history.

According to the information sent by the Holy See, some priests felt that the rank of his Grand Knight Medal was too low. If it weren't for the adherence to tradition, this was a medal of military merit. Creating divine weapons was indeed a great contribution, but it was not a military merit. It is estimated that Lancer's Grand Knight Medal could be raised to a higher level.

After all, to put it bluntly, one of the reasons why these dark creatures can still lord it over the underground world is that they are tough and difficult to kill. But in front of the divine weapons, this advantage of theirs is almost gone. If these weapons can really be mass-produced, their biggest advantage over ordinary people will instantly disappear.

What's even more terrible is that the Holy See has now begun to consider whether it is possible to carry out iterations and technological upgrades, such as silver-plating the original bullets at a faster rate or in larger quantities, or how to increase the amount of divine power and power contained in the weapons.

If the time had not been long, and various attempts were still being carried out amidst prayers, it would take some time to know the results. After all, at present, the strongest batch would take more than 7 and a half years to complete.

Of course, Lanser felt that the most important thing to complain about was that the Vatican firmly rejected Lanser's request to open the bottle for a month to test the effect of the holy power. Whether it was the Roman envoy or the Archbishop of New York, they all told Lanser seriously that 7 days, 7 months and 7 days, and 7 years, 7 months and 7 days were three time nodes that could not be changed. This was their bottom line. If you wanted to change it, they would go on strike, which made Lanser speechless.

"Let me ask for you. Just as you said, all departments are keeping an eye on it. Whether it's the technical department or the operations department, or independent teams like ours, they all hope to deploy as many of these weapons as possible. After all, the effect has been proven to be really good. It's hard for me to ask for your help. If you really have any special reasons, you might as well talk to Director Nick Fury directly." Sitwell sighed, "By the way, are those idiots from the rising tide still bothering us recently?"

"Yes, they are still looking for trouble with us. They swear to show the truth to everyone, but they never thought that if they rashly reveal these 'truths' to the whole world, the world will be in chaos at the least." Coulson naturally knew that Sitwell didn't want to say anything more to him, and was trying to change the subject. After all, this matter

He has a say in love, but not that much.

"Wow... a truth chaser, huh?" Sitwell laughed. Chasing the truth? The truth might really shock everyone afterwards. Only those young people who are ignorant of the world will chase the damn truth under the instigation of some people who are obviously interested!

"Yes, one of the backbone members seems to be coming to New York soon. I plan to meet her and see if I can recruit her into my team. I think it should not be difficult. After all, they are chasing us, right? Then let them come in and take a look. I hope they will like it all then." Coulson said with a smile, he did not elaborate.

"Sounds good." Sitwell didn't ask any more questions. The two of them walked into the elevator together. They were all going to the top floor to attend the meeting organized by Nick Fury. Although the vampires in Europe had begun to disperse on their own, the vampires in New York seemed to be hiding under the actions of two killers. Although it seemed calm, various undercurrents were actually surging. Obviously, how big a threat was it for humans to forge such a divine weapon? Could they not know? This time, they came to a crossroads again. If they made the wrong choice, destruction might be imminent.

So the theme of today's SHIELD meeting is how to deal with such a crisis! When Coulson and Sitwell pushed the door open, the room was full of guests, all of whom were the elite of SHIELD.

"You are a little late, but let's get started!" Nick Fury glanced at the two people who walked in and said, announcing the start of the meeting.

1-143 Roar

"Back off! Damn it! Back off!" Lancer's crew, Springfield Arms employees, and the collectors' bodyguards used all their strength to push the tourists who were desperately trying to move forward. From the moment SOPII activated the independent walking mechanism of 203B4, a group of people cheered and began to squeeze towards the shooting range.

It was not originally a shooting range for displaying these things. Even if there were cannons, they were generally small-caliber ones (yes, there really were these things at the Texas Gun Show). However, such a heavy artillery bombardment was something that had never happened before. The organizers drew a target with a diameter of about ten meters nearly 1 kilometer away and let Lancer and his team use it as a target to bomb.

"I contacted the police, ATF, FBI, and their people have...oh, they're here!" Lancer looked up and saw his new friends standing not far away. Looking at the crowded crowd in the distance, his eyes were somewhat helpless. Because the news of the test shooting today was announced in advance, many people who did not visit the gun show came to take a look today.

Lancer felt that what was about to fire was not a 203mm cannon, but 203 fireworks about to launch into the sky.

However, the current situation makes the organizers very anxious, because the order on the scene has become so bad that everyone is desperately squeezing forward and cannot maintain a safe distance at all. And as everyone knows, the killing effect of 203B4 on unprotected people on its own side is not much worse than that on the enemy.

So if you can't maintain a safe enough distance, then don't even think about firing. After all, neither the organizer nor Lancer wants to be involved in a joint claims lawsuit.

Fortunately, Lancer made preparations in advance and called for support. The police, FBI and ATF personnel arrived quickly, and with their support, the onlookers were driven nearly a hundred meters away, which was considered a relatively safe distance.

"Hey man...can you let us do it?" An ATF agent walked up to Lancer with a flattering smile on his face, expressing his desire to try the thrill of operating such a large artillery.

"Okay, the shells are in the command shed, they're already on two carts, I don't mind if you guys want to play with them." Lanser shrugged. If someone was willing to take the blame, Lanser really wouldn't mind, after all, the noise this thing makes when it fires can really shock people.