Marvel Space and Time Administration Growth Log

Before, Lanser had thought about whether to help the Church. After all, he was the one who started all this. But soon, Lanser put an end to this idea. First, when Lanser proposed the Divine Grace Plan, the Church did not object at all. There was no doubt that the other party must have mastered something in this regard.

Whether it is strength or forging technology, it means that the Church itself is not completely new in this area. This can be proved by the Church baptizing John Wick and Deadpool.

The two of them knew the methods used by the underground world. In the past one or two months, as John Wick had mentioned in casual conversation, the two of them had dealt with a large number of vampires and underground settlements on the entire East Coast. The two butchers had already made a great reputation in the underground world.

A madman in a well-dressed suit and a warrior in an ugly red leather suit killed their way through the entire underground world of the East Coast. The looming power of the Holy See behind them made the entire underground world feel a little pressured.

"The email has been sent." M4 said simply.

"Lance, your FN57 and P90 have been maintained! Do you want to use the SAIGA as a standing weapon?" Knight Princess poked her head out of the room and looked at Lancer.

"Eh? Isn't it usually SOPII who does it? How come you are the one helping me maintain the guns?" Lancer looked at the girl in front of him with some surprise. He was not worried whether his guns were not maintained properly, but he was worried whether he would tire his girls.

After all, Lancer has two firearms, a main and a secondary FN57 and P90, as well as ten spare magazines in the spaces of Fei Ma, Binjiang, and now Chkalov. Every time the girls come back, they will provide Lancer with comprehensive firearm maintenance, regardless of whether Lancer has used it before or not.

"As soon as I came back, I was called away by Chkalov. Chuntian had to look after the store, M16 went to check the Griffin across the street, and AR15 was busy with the accounts. Even if the IRS lets us off the hook this time, we have to give them a reasonable explanation and pay enough taxes." RO635 naturally introduced the movements of the others, "Oh, by the way, your dear iron-blooded maid went to make your bed and clean the house."

"…Why are you saying something else?" Lanser went straight into RO635's room. The first thing he saw was a life-size portrait of a knight, which Lanser bought. Hanging on the side was a full-body knight armor, which Lanser had custom-made and mailed from Guangdong. Even on the table that was now used as a workbench to maintain Lanser's guns, the most eye-catching item was a full range of knight belts in a locked display cabinet.

Lancer put his arm around RO635's waist and walked to the side of the table. He picked up his service gun and began to do the final test. After all, he was the one who was going to use these guns, so he could only know how they felt after he tried them himself. "M4, continue to report."

"Yes!" M4 watched Lancer checking the guns non-stop. After the inspection, RO635 beside him put them down in the weapon box. "According to the news from Kingpin and the film, they have cleaned up those confused guys. The operation of the department store is normal and is going smoothly. The next time we come back from the ship, they will submit the report and profit distribution for this quarter. They hope to intercept some of it as the cost of opening new stores next time."

"No problem. That old bastard Underwood will be very happy to see it. Plant the seeds casually and they will fertilize and water themselves. But the amount you hand in shouldn't be too little. At least it should be enough for the men in Congress to comfort the little girl." Lancer snorted and made a quick motion of pulling out the bolt of his gun. "Ask the shooting range of the New York Police Department and the FBI if they are free. I'll go shoot a few rounds later."

There is indeed no corruption in the United States because there is no need for revolving doors, and all kinds of money-making are legal. A president can go from owing student loans to having toilet paper covered in gold... So don't complain about Emperor Trump's aesthetic taste, in fact, everyone is the same.

"Inquired, calling now." M4 nodded and continued. With the efficiency of their quantum computer, multithreading was not a problem at all. "Hmm? It seems that Michaela brought by John is really brave. She touched our warehouse."

"Oh? Inform Brother Sixteen, scare the other party, don't really hurt him, it will be embarrassing for John." Lancer smiled. Michaela's ability to act was no joke. After all, in Transformers 1, 2, and 3, the male protagonist was mainly responsible for embarrassing himself, while the female protagonist was fighting for the world. In Transformers 3, she was mainly responsible for talking nonsense, unlike Michaela in Transformers 1, where she and the disabled Bumblebee drove a crane together to kill a street of Decepticons.

"Yes!" M4 nodded.

"Dad...someone jumped down from above," John's daughter screamed.

"Huh..." John looked at the direction of his daughter's finger, and a beautiful figure flashed under the console. John covered his face and sighed. Just now, Michaela used the excuse of going to the bathroom, and he thought she was a sensible girl, giving him and his daughter some space to have a good chat. Now it seems that this girl is not an easy person to deal with. At least he hasn't heard the gunshots below, it should just trigger the alarm.

"Don't worry, your dad and I often jump down from that place." John signaled to his daughter that it was safe and everything was fine. "It's just that there are still a lot of cargo on the ship, and no one likes others to pry into their privacy, so Michaela probably triggered some alarm."

"Little girl! This is not a good place to go on an adventure!" The Sixteenth Brother suddenly showed a dagger and appeared behind him like a ghost, scaring Michaela stiff... "However, since you are the sister of John's daughter, you can barely be considered a family. If you get into trouble in the future, you can hide here." As he spoke, the Sixteenth Brother took the initiative to press his hand on a scanner, and then the hatch opened, revealing the exhibition area where Lancer had previously displayed the products to Task Force 141. The Sixteenth Brother was very

After entering with a sense of evil, he turned on the light and raised the weapons cabinet.

"What are you doing..." Looking at the weapons cabinets slowly rising around her, Michaela looked at Brother Sixteen who had put away his dagger and seemed to be searching for something behind him in confusion.

"A relatively special type of international trader, one who gives people the choice between violent suppression and the power to resist violence." Brother Sixteen said with a smile, "Now, you should no longer wonder why John has so much money."

“…” Michaela looked at the person in front of her in shock, wondering how she guessed what she was thinking.

"It's written all over your face. You're still not cunning enough, little girl." Brother Sixteen said with a smile, and then closed the door. "The boss said that when you turn eighteen and your parents agree, you can come here to get a special birthday present, but now, come with me." Brother Sixteen grabbed Michaela's arm.

"Oh!" Michaela felt as if her arm was clamped by an iron clamp, and she obediently followed the woman in front of her who was obviously not easy to mess with onto the deck.

"Hey, John! You were careless!" After Brother Sixteen got on the deck, he let go of Michaela's hand and motioned for Michaela to walk by herself. Michaela grimaced in embarrassment, but still walked obediently to her little sisters.

"This is a gift from the boss for your daughter. Giving gifts with products that don't sell so well is the most economical way." Brother Sixteen handed a gun box to John with a smile.

“…” John looked at the box handed to him, feeling a little confused.

"Whether to give it to her or not, let your father make the final decision. Anyway, the boss has contacted the New York Police Department's shooting range to get a feel for it. If you want her to get used to self-defense, you might as well go with her." Brother Sixteen shook his hand, "I haven't finished the inspection yet. Keep an eye on this little girl. The automatic trap inside has been activated. If she runs around again, she will sink into the sea."

"Why did you sink me into the sea?!" Michaela asked in a low voice after watching Brother Sixteen leave.

"Because you were full of bullet holes at that time, if you didn't want to cause trouble, you had to be thrown into the sea." John whispered, "Don't run around. Although my boss is a good person, he can't be said to be very generous." As he spoke, John opened the package, revealing a blue suitcase. After opening it, the contents were revealed, a Beretta PX4 Storm pistol with a cold luster.

"He gave me a gun?!" John's daughter was very surprised

"Of course, this is the main product of our company. Are you afraid?" John looked at his daughter. If she didn't like it, she could return it to the boss.

"No... tell me about it!" The girl said excitedly in Michaela's envious eyes. She was already eighteen years old.

"Okay, I'll go to the police station later to complete the formalities for your gun license."

1-147 Chaotic situation, the deadly S.H.I.E.L.D.

"Hello!" A very polite greeting.

"Um, why are you here? Didn't I just hear that you went to Rome?" Lancer was somewhat surprised. The Archbishop of New York in front of him, whom M4 had just talked to, had already gone to Italy when they contacted him. It was obvious that there was something that needed to be discussed, but the church in New York had confirmed that it had received Lancer's warning.

After checking the guns and arranging most of the things, Lancer took a simple shower with an embarrassed look on his face (the agent, as a maid, stood outside the bathroom). Lancer came downstairs and planned to check out the laboratory. He hadn't seen Chkalov for a while. Although he didn't have to hang around the commander, it was not good for him to be so ambitious!

Lancer planned to drag Chkalov out and go to the shooting range together. Although it was important to contact the port area, he couldn't stay in the laboratory forever. It would make people sick. However, in order to prevent the crazy woman in black stockings from tying him up for experiments when he was not paying attention, Lancer called Fei's mother, so Fei's mother followed behind Lancer.

"I just got off the plane and I received a warning. How could I not come?" The archbishop spread his hands. The new girls looked curiously at the middle-aged man in simple priest clothes in the corner. "Can you tell me where the news came from?"

"SHIELD." Lancer shrugged. "They're all in New York, so you shouldn't have no connection with them at all."

"They have gone crazy. Their current behavior is no different from that of their greatest enemy back then, and they themselves even think that this is necessary to maintain the safety of the world. We do not deny that they are maintaining the order of the world, but their behavior has aroused our vigilance." The archbishop shook his head. More than once, people rushed into their church, crying to them about their experiences and begging for their help and protection.

After confirming that they were not lying, the church evacuated them from their current location and conducted an investigation. Many times, these people just came into contact with things and affairs that they shouldn't have come into contact with, and SHIELD began to treat them roughly and take away everything.

"This is really a very interesting thing." Lancer shook his head. As for S.H.I.E.L.D.... When Hydra was still there, apart from its brutal behavior, it was still relatively reliable. Now that Hydra is gone... it's really complete nonsense!

Before traveling through time, the last Marvel movie Lancer watched was about Nick Fury bringing disaster to Earth.

And the funniest thing is that Nick Fury personally recorded most of the

The pheromone of superhero power was handed over to a hardline Skrull "refugee" who had already clearly stated "This Earth is good, we want it". I can only say that the "Nick Fury" who established the Avengers team and led the team until the end of Avengers 4 might really be a Skrull...

And the worst thing is, according to the timeline of the show, there are already millions of Skrulls on Earth... Lancer really hopes that this shit has not happened, but in fact it is meaningless. If this is a diffuse multiverse branch developed from the orthodox Marvel Cinematic Universe, then everything that happened in the movie universe will appear here, including these millions of Skrulls.

So at this point, you look back at S.H.I.E.L.D.… Even though the Archbishop is right that S.H.I.E.L.D. is becoming more and more like Hydra, after losing Hydra, what is left of S.H.I.E.L.D.?! A bunch of Skrulls?! This is awesome.

So now facing the Archbishop's statement, Lancer was really speechless, "Yes, but now SHIELD has probably already started to take action, and as the origin of changing everything, you have to be careful of these rubbish coming to raid your church. After all, we can't always catch up."

At least for now, Lancer still has some time. The Skrulls have not yet captured the former director of S.H.I.E.L.D., an agent who claims that all crimes are committed for the sake of humanity, and have not yet handed over the superhero pheromones collected by humans to the other party. Right now, they will not have to face a million green-skinned superheroes with a bunch of superhero abilities.

"You can rest assured. After discussion, we have passed some decisions. Some knights who once fought for the Lord will be reunited under the glory of the Lord." The archbishop smiled and revealed a trump card that the Holy See had been hiding.

"Sounds good." Lanser frowned. It seemed that he should go to the suburbs of London, England to look for it.

If he could find the Hellsing Agency's headquarters, then he might be able to look forward to the armed forces that the Vatican could bring out! If it was really the group of big guys in heavy armor, holding anti-tank rifles and an extra metal tower shield that appeared in the animation, Lancer could only sigh, what a change for the Astartes monks!

"Then I guess the reason you came to me in such a hurry today was not because of some damn possible vampire counterattack..." Lanser said with a smile, "I guess these glorious knights should have arrived in New York around the same time as you."

"You are a smart man." The archbishop did not deny it at all. "So what do you think? Because time is short, it is too late to distribute all the graces."

"Then you've come to the right place! Let them come to me when they are free. I have plenty of equipment to provide them with." Lanser said with a smile. "If you just want to deal with vampires, then there are indeed many options."

"You are a professional in this area." The Archbishop nodded. Lancer almost wiped out a vampire family in Ukraine, which shook the entire underground world. When he arrived in New York, many underground creatures living in the human world fled from New York.

"By the way, I need to replenish some divine ammunition." Lanser said with a smile. Although there was still some left, since the other party had come to him on his own initiative, if he didn't make some requests, the other party would be worried when he returned.

"They will bring ammunition." The archbishop stood up, drank his coffee in one gulp, shook hands with Lancer and left.

"Huh..." Lanser shook his head and looked at the Archbishop who was walking away. He would not see him off. They still needed to keep some distance between them. If a death merchant and a church member stood together, the latter's reputation would be greatly damaged.

"He said he was coming to the lab to see me, but it took him so long." Chkalov put down the notebook that recorded the massive amount of data and looked at the bricks beside him. It was obvious that these electronic devices could not keep up with Chkalov's requirements. The excessive amount of data quickly filled up the existing electronic devices. However, SOPII has already started to use supercomputers. The only problem is that the heat dissipation cannot be solved for the time being.

"I ran into someone from the Vatican. I've been a bit busy lately." Lanser shook his head and grabbed his crazy woman's waist. "How is it? Have you missed me these days?"

"I missed you!" Chkalov denied it while drawing circles on Lanser's heart with his fingers. Finally, he lay on Lanser's chest. "As for me, I'm just used to staying in the laboratory, waiting for you. When you're tired of running around outside, come to me."

"If you put down the rope in your hand, I will believe you." Lanser said unhappily. This crazy woman wanted to tie him up again. He was just outside at the exhibition for a few days, and you wanted to make trouble. Lanser reached out and took the rope from Chkalov's hanging hand. He picked it up and took a look. Ha, an old acquaintance.

"Hmm?" Chkalov tilted his head and looked at Lancer. How did you find out? ! Then he looked back at the cameras in the laboratory. They all seemed to be working well, but their sights were focused on the same point. "Huh! It's different with a little maid!" Chkalov took out the hidden earphones from Lancer's ears and crushed them to pieces with a huff. There was no doubt that someone had tipped off Lancer just now.

Chkalov snorted

He gave the camera the middle finger. Lanser was already on high alert. How could he tie him up and drag him to the lab table and do whatever he wanted with him?

"Then you can't always think about tying Lancer up. Where does this bad habit come from?" Fei Ma leaned against the door and shook her head. He didn't say anything just now because he knew that Lancer's human-shaped wives had already informed him.

"We're going to the U.S. military base to purchase supplies in a few days. Let's go together when you have time." Lancer held up Chkalov's hips. The smooth hip skirt gave Lancer a good feel.

"The U.S. Army? Okay." Chkalov nodded. "But what about the situation under the Hoover Dam you mentioned?" Lancer asked Springfield to record what SOPII had muttered. What could be inside a dam? A generator set? !

"You know that my memory will resonate with me in other timelines because you have opened up the space." Lanser shrugged. After seeing Chkalov nod, Lanser continued, "And just now, the little girl at the door is the protagonist of a major event that will soon be related to her."

"That girl who sneaked onto the boat? Her name is Michaela? She has a great body. Do you want me to help you tie her up?! Then you can... um?" Chkalov changed the subject with a wicked smile. Now that you know what the situation is, there is no need to ask more questions.

"Such a low-level question that will get you killed won't tickle me." Lancer shook his head and reached out to scratch Chkalov's nose. Chkalov opened his mouth and bit it without hesitation! Lancer retracted his hand and continued, "And the source of everything is lying inside the Hoover Dam, sleeping soundly."

1-148 Shooting Range Test

"Welcome, man! I heard you were coming to our shooting range, so I came to take a look." Gwen's father came over specially. After all, Lancer not only brought his own girls, but also some little girls and kids. A group of people came to the shooting range of the New York Police Department in a mighty manner.

However, when he looked up, Director Stacy's face quickly darkened, "Gwen, put down the AK in your hand, where did you get it!" Director Stacy, who was originally smiling, changed his face instantly when he saw his daughter holding the toy in her hand.

"Oh, I brought it and donated it to you." Lancer shrugged. "Sheriff Alex Murphy's wife complained to my girlfriend about her boyfriend's equipment, so I donated some necessary equipment to you."

"..." Chief Stacy looked at the box in front of him, then pulled Lancer aside, "Hey, man, I owe you one because of Gwen, but is this appropriate?" Obviously, there are some problems with the guns Lancer took out, and for the police, it is somewhat "illegal"! In the United States, there are also corresponding regulations for police firearms...

"It meets your requirements. Don't worry, I'm not ignorant." Lancer took the gun from Gwen and handed it to Stacy, who had a serious face, and asked him to check it.

"..." Stacy took a look and found nothing wrong with it, so he handed it to the gunsmith at the shooting range nearby. "Check it. If there's any problem...it will be confiscated."

"You old man, you're so rigid." Lanser rolled his eyes. "Anyway, I've given you the stuff. It's up to you to figure out how to account for it." Lanser waved his hands and walked to the target with a gun box. The agent next to him was holding another gun box. "You little guys, start experimenting with the .0.22 revolvers."

"Eh!?" Lanser's words made the little guys a little upset! After all, the small caliber of .22 really didn't appeal to them. After all, .0.22 didn't sound powerful enough, a caliber for children's firearms.

"Shut up. If you keep yelling, you won't be able to play this game anymore." Lancer turned around and glared at these bastards, then gestured to AR15 and RO635, two serious guys, to help guide these little bastards in shooting.

"So... you are here to give them shooting lessons?" Lancer's behavior surprised Chief Stacy a little. After all, as far as he knew, Lancer came here to get a feel for the gun, so how did it suddenly turn into a training for a few little bastards?

"These little guys are old enough to have some contact, and... I really don't have much to teach them, right?" Lancer patted Chief Stacy on the shoulder. "I can't teach them how to get rich overnight, or how to recognize people's hearts, but I can teach them to protect themselves, and when there are cubs trying to hurt them, emptying the magazine is more reliable than anything else."

Under the somewhat horrified eyes of Chief Stacy, the agent beside Lancer opened the gun box, revealing a P90 submachine gun. A group of police officers nearby all exclaimed "Wow!" because everyone knew this guy. Although the P90 is called a so-called defensive submachine gun, the 5.7mm bullet fired by this submachine gun can easily make holes in the bulletproof plates of heavy-duty police officers wearing heavy bulletproof vests. With a 50-round magazine and an ultra-high rate of fire of about rounds, the firepower is so brutal that it is impossible to look directly at it.

Compared to this, the FN57 pistols in the other gun box opened by the agent were insignificant, as Lancer's equipment was clearly for universal ammunition, although only pistol bullets could be used for submachine guns.

Such a submachine gun is obviously prohibited for ordinary people to use in New York, but Lancer is obviously not an ordinary person. Although he runs a shipping company, in order to carry weapons conveniently, Lancer

SE has also registered a defense company. Anyway, AR15 has a formal accounting certificate and can do the accounts, so he has nothing to worry about.

"Mobile target." Lancer nodded to M4 who was talking to the operator nearby, then put on noise-canceling headphones, loaded the transparent magazine of the P90, and pulled the bolt.

"1 minute mobile target!" With the sound of the M4, the alarm bell of the shooting range sounded, and then one steel target after another popped up, Lancer immediately pulled the trigger and started firing continuously. With the crisp collision sound of bullets and steel targets,

"Wow... I didn't expect it, it seems quite fun." Chkalov looked at the female warrior who was happily holding Lancer's spare FN57 pistol and accepting instructions from Brother Sixteen. It was obvious that the female warrior also wanted to try this new-age weapon. Chkalov shrugged her shoulders, picked up a spare P90 gun beside her, and took two sound-isolating and noise-reducing earplugs from AR15 with a smile. After putting them on, she planned to cause some trouble for the commander.

"Just hold it and relax." AR15 said very easily. She knew very well that the P90 was just a toy in Chkalov's hand. The recoil was a lie. What's the use of it...

"Right. Relax..." Chkalov listened to the continuous gunfire next door and the steel targets falling in front of him, and his mouth curled up. Lancer said that target shooting was very stress-relieving. The P90 was already equipped with a simple red dot sight, which was a maintenance-free operation. If you could pull the trigger, you could play. Chkalov raised one hand horizontally and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

Then all the police officers at the New York Police Headquarters, who were at the shooting range at that moment, saw a scene that shocked them!

A woman who obviously had no experience in using firearms, shot directly in a very casual posture, and the recoil seemed to be non-existent. She fired wildly with the P90 as if it were a pistol. When firing at full speed, the short muzzle of the P90 sprayed out long flames and emptied the 50-round magazine in an instant. The burst of gunfire made everyone's ears buzz, but the woman's body did not shake at all.

"Hmm~ It really is a very good feeling. How do I change the magazine of this thing?" Chkalov's eyes flickered. Although the bursting gunshots did bring her some excitement, it was just a little bit. After all, for Chkalov, the rapid-fire anti-aircraft guns on the ship were much more exciting than this.

So she thought of a lot of things! The recoil of this thing seems to be so much. Didn’t the Gatling shield made by SOPII that day quickly use up its ammunition? But the bullets of this thing! Are they very small? Can it carry more?

As for the combat distance... Haha, is it necessary to use it at a long distance? Do you look down on Fei Ma's 406 or her Chkalov's 1600LB? Please remember that April Fool's Day is to save the commander's life.

"How does it feel? Isn't it great?" Lancer ejected the magazine, checked the chamber, put the pistol aside, then took off his noise-isolating headphones and turned his head to look at Chkalov, who was handing over the P90 to the AR15 and was about to get another magazine.

"Not bad! Look, Binjiang over there is also shooting very seriously." Chkalov replied with a smile, then picked up the reloaded P90 again and fired a magazine of 50 bullets without letting go, causing sparks to fly on the steel target.

"Well...actually there's something wrong with your posture." Lancer moved closer, pressed against Chkalov's back, pinched her wrist and began to adjust her shooting posture.

"Why are you looking at me?" Fei Ma, who was standing next to him, watched the interaction between Lancer and Chkalov with a smile, and then noticed that the agent standing beside him with his hands hanging down was looking at him.

"I thought... you would be somewhat dissatisfied." The agent took two steps back and stood beside Fei Ma who was leaning against the wall.

"What's he dissatisfied with? Lancer taught Chkalov how to shoot?" Fei's mother shook her head speechlessly. "He came to the police station just to make up for Chkalov not going out with him this time and busying around in the laboratory by himself. You know that."

"Yes..." The agent tilted his head, then looked at Fei Ma seriously, "Lancer has already told us what is under the Hoover Dam."

"The Allspark, a cosmic wonder that can turn electronic devices into electronic life forms." After saying this, Fei Ma turned her gaze to the agent, "You should know why Lancer is interested in it."

"...Yes, I know." The agent smiled, folded his hands in front of him, and gently turned the ring on his ring finger. "What I want to say is that if we become mechanical life forms and our affiliation changes, and we threaten our master..."

"You don't need to discuss this with me. If it happens, even if it makes him hate me, I will destroy you in the first place." Fei Ma glanced at the agent beside her, "You and M4 are indeed very interesting complements. M4 is racking his brains to meet Lancer's requirements and planning a plan to infiltrate and raid the Hoover Dam, but you have already started preparing for the aftermath."

"So she is just Griffin's scrap metal, and I am the one the master needs by his side." The agent said very confidently.

"..." Fei Ma didn't say anything. When she was hanging out with Lansir a few days ago, she had already heard from Lansir about the conflicts between them. Compared to Fei Ma and her friends who would always fight plane wars, the conflicts between the girls in front of her were nothing to Fei Ma.

Wasn't it that we were once in a hostile state?

? They fought with their rivals every other day, and then what? After the fight, didn't they roll around in the commander's bed together?

"Huh?" The agent looked at his mother with a strange expression, "What's wrong?"

"No... I just remembered some interesting things." Fei's mother laughed. It was quite embarrassing when a company was bullied by bad kids.