Marvel Space and Time Administration Growth Log

"Great! Are you going to tow this thing away later? Where are you sending it? We would like to record it." The agent nodded, then said with all his might. After all, this thing can run on its own and fire cannons. One cannon can destroy a villa. This is no joke.

"We have already bought it and will put it in Arizona for public display." A collector said happily. He paid the most and got the thing he had always dreamed of.

"The gun has been fixed and roughly aimed." Lancer put down the telescope. "If you plan to start with loading the gun, then it's your turn." Lancer said with a smile. They are all friends. The ATF guys in Texas are very helpful this time. They have prepared all the legal documents and certification documents, which reduces Lancer's worries (AR15 with his hands on his hips arrogantly).

"Okay!" The senior agent ran into Lancer's "command tent" with several agents with an excited look on his face. Not long after, he came out pushing two flatbed carts with a serious face. He gave instructions as he walked, as if he had everything under control.

"SOP... communicate with the other party and simply teach them how to use it without embarrassing themselves." Lanser tapped the headset and spoke to his girls.

"Hey... No! I want to play big bang! I want to play big bang! I want to play!" SOPII immediately started to make a fuss.

I was the one who repaired the thing, and you don’t let me play with it. Isn’t that a bit too much?

"Come down! The master said! Let them come!" The agent who was observing this antique thing beside SOPII immediately narrowed his eyes. Griffin's scrap iron was indeed unorganized and undisciplined. They actually dared to confront the commander's order head-on! Well... although those crazy women in Iron Blood were almost the same.

"Why are you yelling? Do you want a duel?" SOPII stared at the agent angrily.

"Oh? Are you sure?" The agent gently stroked her hair at the temples. It was not that she looked down on SOPII, but she really had overwhelming strength in beating SOPII, leaving her with only one hand.

"Hmph! Let's go! Let's fight the commander together tonight!" SOPII jumped down from the operating table and faced several ATF commanders who were pushing carts. SOPII pulled Lancer into the water without any hesitation.

Lanser, who was far away, was confused when he heard that. Wow, this is considered a win at night! And he was the winner. Binjiang, who was standing next to him, laughed and leaned on Lanser's shoulder. These girls were so interesting. They could find such a tricky angle.

"...Okay." To be honest, the agent was a little confused, but attacking the commander together... It seemed quite interesting to attack with M4 and RO635 that night.

"Pa..." RO635 slapped him in the face. She actually thought it was funny. Then the knight was a little upset. When did she become like this? Then she looked up at M4 standing next to her. After exchanging a glance with her captain, RO635's face twitched because M4 smiled at her and sent her a few pictures from memory, and marked that this was what the commander asked her to record.

numb!

"Eh..." Brother Sixteen shook his head and smiled bitterly. His captain had already learned bad things! It's true that it takes a lifetime to learn to be good.

"It's that simple! There should be no problem." SOPII and ATF took over the task. To put it bluntly, loading the ammunition is not difficult in theory, but because the 203B4 heavy artillery is not loaded with whole ammunition but with separate charges, it is a little more complicated.

First, lay the gun body flat, then place the shells on the magazine, then open the breech block, align the magazine, use an extra-long rod to push the shells and propellant into the barrel, then close the breech block and insert the firing fuse like a large-caliber bullet, and then it's time to fire!

After the handover, SOPII returned to Lancer with a pout on her face. After Lancer patted her head and comforted her, she began to chat with Lancer happily again. Anyway, someone had already paid for it, so they would obviously be much more relaxed on their return trip. SOPII was eager to get some money from Lancer before the exhibition was over, so that she could buy some interesting accessories from various exhibitors. For example, the segmented silencer that could be used for AR rifles, which SOPII was very interested in.

After the ATF agents were busy and sweating, they finally clumsily stuffed the medicine bag into the barrel. After a busy round, they were ready to fire. The police and FBI nearby were no longer busy competing with the visitors nearby. Everyone looked at the ATF agents, who pulled the gun rope and walked to a pre-arranged anti-shock gun position.

After everyone came in, he shouted impatiently, "Prepare for bombardment! Everyone! Shout!"

Perhaps it was because they had been looking forward to it for a long time, or perhaps it was because these guys had finally finished procrastinating, in any case, there was an immediate burst of cheers at the scene. Because there were enough people, such a loud roar actually made Lanser feel a little tingling on his scalp.

Then the ATF agent pulled the gun rope without any delay, and the heavy artillery roared immediately!

"Buzz..." Did you hear the roar of the heavy artillery? It seemed that you heard it! However, most people only felt their vision blurred, and after they felt the ground shaking, they went straight into the tinnitus stage. They didn't hear the roar of the artillery at all, and the strong wind swept through everyone like a tsunami! The people in the front row just felt as if they were slapped hard by someone.

"Ordinary humans are indeed fragile." Fei Ma and Binjiang looked around and saw that Lanser and the collectors all covered their ears and opened their mouths wide. Even the agents wearing noise-canceling headphones opened their mouths as wide as possible, but everyone still had a shocked expression. After all, for them, even if they were standing thirty meters away, they could still feel such an impact, which was really horrifying!

Of course, such an impact is just a drop in the bucket for the big battleships!

However, they hadn't noticed that Lancer was wearing a bracelet, and when it was hit, the light flickered slightly. No one noticed except SOPII and the agent standing next to Lancer, so Lancer was still confused and didn't feel anything. This was wrong! He didn't realize that the bracelet took on everything.

"This thing..." The agent tilted her head slightly. She was a little surprised when she saw the commander put this thing on himself in the morning. But now it seems to be a really good thing. At least the impact of stun grenades on the commander would be reduced a lot.

"Boom!" The next moment, a large cloud of dust suddenly exploded a kilometer away. Most people heard it clearly this time. The faint sound of thunder spread far and wide.

It swept over quickly. When the smoke and dust cleared, the big pit on the ground was telling everyone the terrifying power displayed by this giant beast! If you were hit head-on, there would be no chance of survival.

"This is... the reduced charge medicine you mentioned?"

"About three quarters. Although I haven't changed the type of gunpowder, I'm worried that modern gunpowder is stronger."

"Give me two full rounds! I want to test the true power of this big baby."

"No problem! But once sold, there is no after-sales service!"

"little bastard."

1-144 John's ex-wife's family

"Are we there yet? Here?" Lancer felt the car slowly stop, and he finished discussing the recent situation with his wives, as well as the proceeds of this gun show. Without a doubt, Lancer made a lot of money! Because there is no doubt that the price of the guns sold at this gun show is lower than the normal price of guns sold on the market, and it is much lower!

You should know that a good-performance Browning M1911 pistol here costs more than 1000 to 2000 US dollars, while the Tokarev pistols of various qualities on the table here at Lancer are only 399. You should know that this thing is the Russian's streamlined design of the M1911, and it has a certain similarity in appearance, so it is also a hot-selling item this time.

The condition of this pistol basically represents the characteristics of Lancer's sales this time. Simply put, it is cheap and sells well!

The result was that most of the inventory in the Feima warehouse was cleared out at a speed close to dumping, and Lancer's batch of firearms was directly exchanged for huge amounts of money. Although it would be more difficult to do the accounts of AR15 later, it was also a huge profit process that made Lancer very satisfied, and most of it was cash that could be used to avoid taxes.

"Okay, thank you for taking care of the tax accounting." Lancer smacked his lips while holding AR15. To him, these wives were so capable that they could take care of almost all the troubles.

"It's okay, it's not difficult." AR15 was a little shy being hugged and kissed by Lancer in front of so many people.

"Okay, let's go eat. Lancer, you are so greasy, but you still take us to eat barbecue. Aren't you afraid of getting sick to death?" Brother Sixteen at the back couldn't stand it anymore, "No wonder Tommy (the crew) and the others said they would not join us no matter what!"

"Okay! Let's go and have a look!" Lanser got out of the car and laughed when he saw his subordinates touching their bellies. "It seems like you guys are looking forward to this meal. Why are you doing warm-up exercises before eating?" Lanser almost fainted from laughter. What the hell? ! "Let's go." He couldn't stand the embarrassing appearance of his crew members doing stretching exercises in front of other people's stores.

"This is the most famous barbecue restaurant in Texas. Boss, it's not easy for us to come here. We must eat our fill today and then envy that unlucky John to death." A group of crew members said bitterly. John took his daughter to Disneyland recently, and when he called them, he asked his daughter to call them uncle in various ways, which almost broke these guys down.

After John exchanged the gold bars given by Lancer for cash, he drove straight to his ex-wife's new home in New York. His own savings plus the money given by Lancer totaled more than 100,000 US dollars in cash, and he just carried a suitcase into the other party's house.

The ex-wife and her current husband both received John, who was dressed very well, very peacefully. At least John did not seem to be in a very miserable situation as someone had told them before.

After chatting with his daughter for a while, John simply put his suitcase on the table. After opening it, the whole bundle of US dollars somewhat surprised his ex-wife and his daughter.

"Is the salary of shipping crew so high now?" The current husband was somewhat surprised. Although John agreed very quickly, they did not expect John to take out hundreds of thousands of dollars in cash. After all, in the United States, most families' savings are actually very pitiful. For example, the ex-wife's family is just an ordinary repairman. There is not much money at home. In order to survive, the current husband occasionally does some illegal things. So if they did not really have so much money, they would not call John.

"Yes, but there is a prerequisite, you have to follow the right boss." John shrugged, "7 is my savings, and the rest is my future salary advance from my boss." John smiled very happily, "My boss asked why, no, this is not a loan, this is a scholarship he gave to my good daughter."

"Give it away?!" The ex-wife was a little overwhelmed. It was tens of thousands of dollars, and he just gave it away like that? !

"Yes, it's a gift! But it's also a bet. If my good daughter can graduate normally, it's a gift. If she is expelled, I have to pay all the fees including interest." John knocked on his daughter's head, "Come on, let me get a salary in the next few years!"

"Of course! Father! Don't worry!" The little girl said with a smile, and then suddenly remembered something, "Well... you can ask your boss if he is willing to sponsor her. Michaela's grades are actually not bad." The little girl said a little embarrassedly. After all, she knew that the request she made was indeed a bit excessive! The other party was willing to sponsor her because her father might have done something for her, but Michaela... had no blood relationship with John.

"

If your boss is willing, I can do it for him…” The current husband wanted to say something else, but John raised his hand to stop him.

"It's better for you to live a peaceful life. It's not that I don't want to help you, but your boss won't agree. To be precise..." John took out a document from his bag and put it on the table. "Your boss's affairs have been noticed. I suggest you change jobs. It is expected to be during this period."

Looking at the FBI file, the current employee fell silent for a moment. He flipped through it briefly and found that some of the "profit projects" of their repair shop were clearly written. There was no doubt that the investigation had come to an end and the net was about to be closed. He stopped talking and was silent for a while. He nodded and said, "I understand. I will change jobs."

As for the authenticity of this information, it was just a joke. The New York FBI branch directly printed it for Lancer. M4 heard the satellite phone communication between John and him when he was still at sea. He was worried that John was being cheated, so he called the New York FBI branch and asked them to help check the other party's information. Then it seemed that this convenient thing brought disaster to this small black car group.

New York FBI: Oh, there is a car theft industry chain that has grown to a certain scale? Okay, help Lancer get the goods, so that everyone can get the extra bonus this month.

"Think of a reason yourself. My boss has already informed them. As long as you resign, they will let you go. Find a job as a car mechanic and start over. Give a decent reason so that you don't be treated as a traitor." John shrugged. In fact, he could help find a job, but he just didn't want to get involved too much.

He heard from Lancer that Kingpin and Negative were a little short of people recently. After all, they had just slaughtered a bunch of crooked idiots and needed some capable and honest new blood. But this was not a particularly good job. After all, just look at the end of the predecessor. Their boss was never reasonable.

"Hmm..." After he finished reading, John put the information back. He didn't want to cause trouble. Then John took his daughter to stroll along Fifth Avenue. Michaela, the sister who had a good relationship with his daughter, also got in the car happily. She didn't know about the conversation that just happened in the dining room. She only knew that her sister's biological father planned to take her to stroll along Fifth Avenue and buy some gifts for herself and her sister, so she was very happy.

"John..." Lanser smiled bitterly and shook his head. He had just taken a half-month leave after leaving the ship. He had asked these guys to work overtime. Except for the two who stayed to look after the store, everyone else was busy. Naturally, they were extremely unhappy to see this guy who lived a happy life! "Then you guys have to have a good meal today!"

"Of course!" Several waiters said happily, "Felix has already lined up, Boss, let's go in and see what we need to eat." A group of people walked towards the barbecue shop.

"I read the reviews online. This shop called 'Shenkeng' (there's a video on Bilibili) is most famous for its beef brisket." The agent, who was gradually getting used to the lifestyle of this "backward" world, took a look at the sign and gave a direct answer.

"Boss! Here!" Felix waved to Lancer in the front half of the line. The boss orders and the boss pays.

"50 pounds of beef brisket, 10 roast chickens, 20 pounds of pork ribs and shredded pork, and 20 pounds of sausage as well. The wine and drinks can be ordered next door, right?" Lancer looked at the menu. American barbecue restaurants are very simple, and there are not many varieties, so the side dishes are served in front of you. It is very simple. Just a large piece of roasted meat is cut in front of you, which makes people's appetite whetted.

"Sir... are you sure?" Listening to what Lanser said, the side dish guy inside was a little confused. This amount... how many people did you bring to eat? ! "I see you only have a dozen people, how can you eat so much?" The people behind Lanser also showed strange expressions on their faces. This guy bought so much at once?!

"I just need to pay, right? If we can't finish it, we'll pack it up and take it away." Lanser said with a smile.

"Okay!" The young man nodded when he heard about packing. He thought Lancer would most likely pack it up and take it away. "Bring 50 pounds of beef brisket, 20 pounds of pork ribs, shredded pork, and sausages. We'll deliver it directly to your seat. How about that?" The young man added with a very service-minded attitude.

"Oh~ That's great! Cut two deluxe meals for me first, at least I won't go back empty-handed." Lancer looked at the crew members who were waiting anxiously on the side, shook his head, and added a request.

"Um... separately?" The young man's eyes widened. More? !

"Of course!"

1-145 Going Home

"John? You're in the coffee shop so early?" Lancer looked at John, who was sitting in the coffee shop with a large cup of Springfield coffee and various sandwiches, tacos, and chicken rolls. He had a puzzled expression. Didn't this guy plan to spend a few days with his daughter? Why was he so eager to work today?

Lancer had a big meal at the barbecue restaurant, rested for a night, and then flew back to New York from Houston. He took a taxi directly back to his own coffee shop, but he didn't expect to see the scene in front of him as soon as he entered the door. After all, according to Lancer's imagination, John should go and have fun for a while.

"Boss, you're back? Are you happy?" John and Lancer said as they passed each other.

When passing by, they bumped fists, which was considered a greeting.

"It's OK, business is good. We've basically cleared out a wave of inventory. The people in Texans are really tough. They buy whatever they can find at a bargain." Lancer shrugged. Almost all of the TT1911 Tokarev pistols, which looked very similar to the Browning M33, were sold out. People at the factory next door discovered that the pistols were from the Soviet Union and didn't even have a safety, so they came over and bought a bunch. After all, they were only 33, so they couldn't lose out or be cheated.

"Didn't you say you only have one daughter?" Lancer soon realized another situation. There were two girls sitting in front of him, and one of them looked... very familiar. That's right, Lancer recognized her at a glance, Michaela Baines, the heroine of Transformers 1 and 2.

But without looking any further, Lancer walked straight to the bar and tried to make out with Haruta, the owner of his coffee shop.

Brushed

"I haven't had breakfast!" Chuntian said with a smile, but still brought a cup of coffee to the table very neatly. This is a way to help Lancer stay in good spirits for the day.

"Record it. There is a surprise under the Hoover Dam. Let's find a reasonable reason to explore it someday." Lancer whispered in Springfield's ear.

"Understood. The record has been completed." Chuntian also whispered in Lancer's ear. She just noticed that Lancer took a second look at the girl with a good figure who didn't look like a middle school student at all. She originally wanted to tease her commander, but he dared to think about other girls while eating the food in the bowl. He is really good!

Lancer turned around and said this, obviously recognizing who the girl was. Lancer had told them before that when time and space collided, in addition to traveling to the world of the former girl, he also read many memory fragments of his own counterparts in other dimensions. So there is no doubt that this girl appeared in the memory fragments that Lancer read, and the things under the Hoover Dam are also related to this girl.

"Lance, the room has been cleaned up." The agent walked to Lancer and changed back into her maid outfit, which made her feel much more comfortable. In order to look less strange, she had to give up her armor and wear a normal skirt, which made her very uncomfortable, and Lancer pulled her in for a kiss.

"This coffee shop is a bit weird..." Michaela looked at Lancer who was stuck everywhere, looked at the group of girls who arrived one after another, and went to the locker room reluctantly to change into waitress uniforms. She recognized several girls from the next class with a confused look on her face.

"Because this cafe was opened by my boss because of his wife's interest." John replied with a smile. Most of the time, "When the wife goes sailing with us, it's the clerk who looks after the store. But recently, a fool offended the boss, and your classmates were unlucky together. They were punished to come and work together. There are also half of the boys on the opposite side."

"Across the street? There's no coffee shop across the street... Oh, I saw Peter, that's a... shipyard?" Michaela looked a little surprised. After all, she saw her school's famous good student walk listlessly into the shipyard across the street, ready to start a tiring day.

Although the students complained, they still accepted the labor reform imposed by Lancer, especially when they were divided into different levels. Yes, Marvel tradition, the worst Spider-Man, the hardest worker among the hard workers, working overtime for a long time! Maxwell followed Lancer's orders and used Spider-Man to death!

Then every day you can see Spider-Man eating a lot, and then he goes to sleep after eating! Because when he wakes up, there will be a lot of work waiting for him. However, it seems that Peter enjoys it a little bit. After all, he used to like to pick up some unwanted electrical appliances and rub some things with his hands. Now, he is seriously learning welding, circuit layout and other crafts from Maxwell. The old workers in the shipyard are also willing to teach him well because everyone knows Peter.

"Oh, Peter, he used to work here, and the coffee he makes tastes good." After taking a look at Michaela's interested expression, John added that this was a girl who knew what was good, but it was a pity that she was already taken.

"This is the snack that the boss paid for. It's strawberry cake. It tastes very good." Gwen came over with three pieces of strawberry cake on the tray and placed it in front of the three of them. "Are you Michaela from the next class?"

"Oh... yes! You are... Gwen?" Michaela took a closer look, "What's going on, is your class... doing team building here?" Michaela thought it was a bit a bit absurd that half of the class was working here.

"It's just bad luck." Gwen shrugged, not wanting to say anything more. Her father had said a lot of things to her seriously after he came back that day. Gwen, who was a little precocious, was already very scared at that time. Moreover, Lancer also showed them the bloody and tragic scenes that they had not seen that day. It was really because Peter's boss was late for a while that they deserved bad luck.

"Um...thanks anyway." Michaela didn't know how to respond to Gwen's resentful words.

"Dad... does your boss still employ child laborers?" John's daughter came close to John and asked in a low voice. She didn't need to be familiar with Gwen to feel that something was not right with her spirit. To use popular words, she was very depressed, as if you had heard your boss happily say that there would be a team building on the weekend.

"What kind of employment is it if you don't pay them?" John sneered. Are you kidding? They are employed? "I said, this is just a punishment for them."

"Punishment?! What on earth did they do wrong?" Michaela's interest was completely piqued. What was going on? Why did so many people accept the punishment? "And why did their father do nothing?" Michaela felt that if she encountered such a thing, her father would definitely take a big wrench and fight Lancer in front of him.

"Their parents agreed. Listen, I don't care about your curiosity or anything like that, just go home after school! Do you understand? The streets have been uneasy recently. This is what Gwen's father, Commissioner Stacy of the New York Police Department, said in front of everyone that day. If you don't believe it, you can go ask her." John said very seriously. Although he was not there that day, he heard from his team members that the boss slapped Peter in the face, which was very rare that day.

"Uh...it looks no different from usual. After all, the so-called streets aren't that safe at ordinary times." Michaela shrugged. Her father wasn't a wealthy family, and although their home wasn't in a very dangerous community, it wasn't a place with "sufficient police force" after all.

"I really can't refute what you said. The public security is indeed getting worse and worse." John sighed, "Okay, I'll take you to the ship later. The Griffin freighter we are proud of, my home."

"Father..." John's daughter felt a little uncomfortable. After all, using the word "home" to describe her workplace didn't sound like an interesting thing.

"It's nothing. I've developed this habit from sailing so often." John patted his daughter's hand, and then, as if he suddenly remembered something, he turned sideways and said to Lancer, "Boss, Marco called me this morning. He will probably be back the day after tomorrow."

"Let him stay for a few more days and spend more time with his daughter." Mother Fei, who was sitting at the bar drinking coffee, tilted her head slightly and said straightforwardly. Such a cute little girl, Mother Fei wanted to hold her tightly! Sure enough, it was still... Mother Fei turned her head and looked at Lanser, her eyes full of desire.

"I heard about it! One hundred thousand tons!" Chuntian said softly.

Fei's mother rolled her eyes at her and said, "M4 has learned to drag RO635 along. You are in a bit of danger, your exclusive cook." Fei's mother also teased Chuntian. The two had been competing with each other for quite some time.

"Hmph!" Chuntian raised his neck and ignored her.

"Did you hear what Frederick said? There's still vacation time. If you want, you can stay longer. If you don't have enough money, you can advance your dividends." Lancer also felt that there was no need for Marco to rush back in such a hurry. He loved his daughter so much, he could definitely stay for a while before coming back. There wouldn't be anything to do when he returned anyway.

Oh, maybe if Marco said that, John Wick and Deadpool could take him to earn money from vampires. Even in Cuba, his daughter's medical expenses are not a small amount. Thanks to the delay in the US medical system, the little girl may need long-term treatment to see hope of recovery, so no matter how much Marco earns, it is hard to say whether it is enough.

"That's what I said too. He insisted on coming back." John himself probably knew some of the reasons. When facing his daughter, he sometimes felt alienated as if they hadn't been together for a long time.

"Then let him do whatever he wants." Lancer turned to Chuntian and said, "Do you have the latest medical report of the little guy?"

“The situation is stabilizing and it looks like Cuban hospitals are preparing a formal treatment protocol.

"good news!"

1-146 Brave Girl

Watching John taking his daughter and Michaela, who had no idea what she would encounter in the future, to visit the Griffin, Lancer finished his simple meal made by Springfield, teased his cook, and then went upstairs.

"Commander, Sitwell has extracted the God's Grace and taken away all the ammunition from the storage point. It looks like SHIELD is planning a major operation." M4 came out of the room in a relatively serious tone, walked up to Lancer and said.

"We have no control over S.H.I.E.L.D.'s actions, but there must be no problems with John Wick and Deadpool's ammunition supply. By the way, send this message to the Holy See. It looks like those bastards on the other side have already made some moves, and the Holy See needs some preparation." Lancer shook his head. This situation was not surprising. Lancer even found it a little strange that it took so long. It seemed that those so-called immortals did not really understand what time efficiency was.

The turmoil he had created had already spread by now. According to what the Archbishop of the New York Church and Lancer had said, several branches of the Holy See had already begun their own replication operations. The forging operation planned by Lancer had indeed benefited most people, and the church had indeed taken risks.