Marvel Space and Time Administration Growth Log

"Long queue!" He walked past Lanser holding something, put his head close to Lanser's shoulder, and opened his mouth, "Ah!"

"Haven't you had enough just now!?" SOPII just bought a simple portion of vanilla ice cream, a super large portion! Yes, when she saw this in the end, she gave up on scrambling ice cream, and then Lanser looked at the guy who was grunting and shaving ice cream balls over there and was a little speechless, "Why don't you give me the bucket."

Then, holding the bucket of ice cream that could hold about 2L of water, SOPII ate it all the way. With the speed of New York traffic, she finally finished the bucket of ice cream when she was almost at the coffee shop.

"The ones you grab are especially delicious!" SOPII shouted loudly and slowly.

"Oh! So I'm going to try it too!" Chkalov, who had just packed up some odds and ends in the car that he might need, heard SOPII's yelling as he passed by. He leaned into the bar of Springfield, took the largest disposable plastic spoon, and looked at Lancer with a sly smile.

Lancer sighed, let go of his own bowl, and took Chkalov's spoon to feed her a spoonful. Then came Binjiang, Fei Ma, Sixteenth Brother, AR15, Agent, M4, and even RO635, who had already returned to the room, was taken off by Sixteenth Brother and fed Lancer a spoonful.

After feeding RO635, Lancer, who had fed his wife, looked at his empty bowl and said helplessly, "Next time I'll buy a super large portion, otherwise there won't be enough to share."

"Hahaha..." A series of silver bell-like laughter burst out again, and the girls watched with great joy as their own Lancer was humiliated in front of them.

"Come on, Commander! Ah!" Chuntian scooped a spoonful from his own portion, put his hand to Lancer's mouth, and fed Lancer the food in reverse.

"Hmm... yours tastes good!" Lancer winked at his cook. Chuntian smiled, then made eye contact with Fei's mother. Just now, because he was driving, Lancer could only feed the baby when he stopped, and it was mainly Fei's mother who was sitting in the passenger seat who fed the baby.

Fei Ma shrugged. This little woman always had a sense of competition with her inexplicably. It was all the fault of this bad boy! He messed with so many girls, so he should be spanked!

"Okay! Commander, it's time to help! We agreed on it yesterday." Chkalov said with a smile. He failed to tie up the commander yesterday, so he could only carry out a series of experimental projects with Lancer. Although there was no direct experiment in super time and space, Chkalov discovered last time that even if Lancer just stayed in the laboratory, there would be considerable disturbance in time and space.

However, as time went on, Chkalov discovered that the disturbance on Lancer showed a decay curve, which made Chkalov a little suspicious. He wondered if it had something to do with the time-space fragments that Lancer had come into contact with before, or if it was because Lancer was the time-space anchor point every time the super-time-space link was opened, so anything that happened was not surprising. After all, in the port area's in-depth exploration of the power of time and space, some problems that surprised everyone were born, and even... even in the port area, they could sense the strong interference around Lancer.

"Don't you want to meet the other people in the port area as soon as possible?" Chkalov shook his palm at Lancer, the ring on his ring finger flashing, "There are still a lot of girls waiting to hug you and cry bitterly~" Chkalov hugged Lancer, the smirk on his face getting stronger and stronger, "Don't you want to see the crying faces of Enterprise and Bismarck?"

"..." Lanser turned around and pinched Chkalov's face. "Originally, I was a little depressed by what you said. I felt sorry for everyone. Then after what you said... I suddenly felt very excited. What should I do? Won't a bad teacher like you lead students astray?"

"Do you still need me to lead you?!" Chkalov knocked Lancer on the head. "Let's go! You bad student who bullies your teacher and your mother all day long, hurry up and work hard. Don't you want to bring your other teacher over too?!"

"Grudge?! Hmm..."

"Ha! I was just saying it, and you're already excited!"

1-152 Koko's Question, Tony Stark's Mom

"So the interference is still very large?" Lanser crossed his legs and looked at the information M4 handed him. The content was full of information about the recent military

The demand changes for weapons and goods, to put it simply, are smooth market research reports. The report in Lanser's hand is a little special. The analysis in it is based on a series of weapons trading, circulation, and smuggling data from many intelligence organizations such as the CIA and FBI. This data will have a huge impact on Lanser's future purchase expectations.

"Our rifle sales have been pulled up so high... Irons finally did something good." The data was compared with Lancer's own data, but Lancer was a little depressed. Yes, depressed.

The World War II fever that Lancer sparked in Texas did not end with the end of the gun show. Lancer's Soviet-style headquarters could be seen everywhere on the Internet, as well as various Soviet-made and German-made firearms and equipment that were "sold at a low price" there. It became the most eye-catching star at this gun show, and a total of about 10 STG44s were sold.

As a result, many people who missed the gun show were beating their chests and stamping their feet, and then began to turn to online sales, which had just emerged (when Iron Man 1 was released, online shopping had just started, and I still clearly remember the first thing I bought online, a mock test paper for a second-level construction engineer). Lancer did not open his own online store, but it was not that no one was selling similar things on the Internet, and then these people were inexplicably hit in the face with a sales gift package.

This matter was reflected in M4's analysis report, which made Lanser feel heartbroken. He initially thought that he should let his girls register on the Internet and then go back to the FBI in New York to file a record.

But forget it, this kind of online sales has not yet developed maturely, the various tools are troublesome and make people scratch their scalps, it is a very cumbersome operation process, and there are a lot of corresponding rules and procedures for shipping weapons in the United States. After all, I don't really rely on this to make a living, so why bother to go through this trouble.

Moreover, if this operation is carried out, there will inevitably be a large number of transactions that cannot be hidden at all, and it will be difficult for the guys at the IRS to pretend that they did not see it, so... Lanser decisively gave up this option. After all, this retail model is not quite the same as his main channel sales model, so there is a situation where he feels that Irons is doing good things, which at least makes Lanser not so heartbroken.

"As for today's situation, the degree of interference is not high and is acceptable... Oh, it seems that you have affected the hyperspace transmission over at the harbor. This is really strange." Chkalov looked at the screen in front of him, his eyes moving back and forth on Lancer's body, and it was obvious that he was eager to take out the rope again.

"Master! Koko's call!" At this moment, the agent behind Lanser took the phone to Lanser's side. It was not that Lanser stuffed the phone into her pocket, but he took it out of Lanser's pocket at the first opportunity.

"Hello? Koko?! Are you having fun in New York these days?" Lanser glanced at the number out of habit, then picked up the phone, baring his fangs as he opened his mouth, "Are you a little shocked by the enthusiasm of the people of New York City?"

"Yes, there are so many robbers, thieves, drug addicts, and female technical workers every few steps. New York is a hellish place. Although my teammates liked the last one very much, there was a strange laugh and Falme's cursing behind Koko.

"It looks like Falme has recovered well. Your team members are having a great time in New York these days. That's good." Lancer continued to flip through the report. "By the way, how long will it take for my ship to be ready?"

"Falme is almost well now." Koko turned her head to look at Falme, who made a strong movement. "It's just that he still needs to recuperate during this period. Your ship will probably be ready for you to see before Christmas. I don't want you to nag me, so it's a new ship."

"Great." Lancer turned a page and twitched his lips. It was M4's evaluation of HCLI's performance in the past year. It was great again! Damn it! Should I have someone prepare to shoot them directly? This business indicator, when Ukraine was in turmoil, it seemed that Koko was one of the people who went to rob the warehouse, and it was obvious that she was faster than me and on a larger scale, but she didn't get a doomsday warehouse.

No wonder everyone met by coincidence in the Mediterranean. "So... Miss Koko Hekmatia, who has made a fortune, why are you calling me now? You can't be looking for me for dinner, right?"

"No, I'm not planning on losing weight yet." Koko complained back. Two arms dealers with a strong sense of competition, eating together? Even if their table was peaceful, the rest of the restaurant would probably be scared away, because the two groups behind them were definitely armed, so it would be a miracle if they could have a good meal!" (For details, please refer to the meal between Chen Guoming, the CEO of Daxinghai Company, and Koko.

"So?" Lancer tilted his head and looked at Chkalov. Chkalov showed Lancer his notebook. There was a clear red dot on the map, the Continental Hotel. Lancer was familiar with this place. It was a good place. There was a crematorium directly below. It provided one-stop service at a cheap price!

"Do you know some inside information? That's why you kept such a distance from Stark from the beginning." Koko took a deep breath. It was obvious that she had been wondering about this for some time.

"Hmm..." Lanser remained noncommittal.

"Your friend is looking for

Equipment, 3 Gazelles. "Koko gave a very direct benefit.

"I'd be a fool to care about you." Lanser snorted. You fooled me once, and I'm fooled twice? I gave Irons the gazelle, and he used it conveniently. Who will he buy it from later? ! Ha, I'm afraid you have already set up the POS machine in the back. "I've already contacted the Americans. It's more convenient to use American planes. They can't understand French."

"Tsk..." Koko said in dissatisfaction, "Tell me what benefit you want. I want this information."

"Someone dug up the remains of the camp I blew up. I want to know who did it. You're considered a local boss over there." Lancer sighed. According to the information Lancer had seen from the CIA's intelligence network, the Ten Rings Gang had already begun to dissipate and there weren't many remnants. So it was basically impossible to dig it up and hand it over to Obaday as in the original film.

"So who is it!" This question becomes very interesting, and perhaps very fatal!

The reason why Obaday was able to make Iron Monger is not because Obaday himself has strong technical skills, but because he, like Stark, mobilized the strength of the entire Stark Group. Perhaps during the manufacturing process, Stark's design plans for parts that are currently being manufactured will be used as references for technical solutions. In a sense, Iron Monger and Stark's iron suit are truly of the same origin and type.

But now that the Ten Rings are gone, who dug these things out? ! It can't be Marvel that has always been the scapegoat.

"..." Koko covered her head. She forgot that she was fishing there. Such an obvious thing must be investigated by someone! Just like investigating the monastery that Lancer destroyed in Ukraine. "Okay, I will find out. This matter is related to me. I will investigate it, so why don't you change to something else."

"Then let's check the Russian-Ukrainian border. Some people say they saw some strange 'refugees' there." Lancer made up his mind. If the Skrulls really existed, then he would really do something. Otherwise, with the current level of human technology, facing the Skrull regular army, it would be completely beaten. These so-called refugees are simply a bunch of thieves. There are only a few people who landed, but now there are millions!

Nick Fury, you are really capable. No wonder you are so confident when Hydra is causing trouble, since you have such a group of agents at your disposal.

"...Why are your requests so weird? Can't you just ask for something simpler?" Koko frowned. The things Lansel asked for were really not simple things. They required a huge amount of her energy and time.

"Then change to active phased array radar, theater air defense missiles, ground-to-ground..." Lanser began to list the dishes decisively.

"Stop, stop, stop... Impossible! Impossible! Impossible!" Koko emphasized the important things three times. The things Lancer mentioned were basically the things that the major powers were desperately guarding against. If she dared to give them to him, he would dare to sell them to a certain Eastern military power! Yes, Koko was thinking of North Korea, and Lancer had such a criminal record. North Korea was suddenly photographed by satellite photos with several SU27 fighter jets of unknown origin, and Lancer's ship had been wandering nearby.

Of course, North Korea denied it, saying it was a model for combat deception, but soon a country in the south said they had witnessed the SU27.

"Then what did you say?" Lanser said unhappily, since you asked me to make a request, and then you told me that I couldn't do it, what did you say! But North Korea's gold is indeed very cheap.

"Okay, I'll check it out, so whatever you say." Koko took a deep breath and said helplessly.

"According to what I know, the person most likely to betray Stark's whereabouts is none other than Lancer." Lancer sneered, "In the face of interests, the best friend can become an enemy, and at most feel sad and regretful afterwards."

"..." Koko smacked her lips, "Do you think I should go and kill my brother right now?"

"No, because you won't do anything that will surely lead to a loss. You should know that your brother is much more generous than you." Lanser said unhappily. To be honest, when Lanser and Casper were dividing the gold, they threw it to each other and had a lot of fun.

"Okay, okay... So you thought this favor from Stark was impossible from the beginning?"

"It depends on the method." Lancer shook his head. "You don't need to try Stark. He is just a brat who has not been weaned. He is still very stubborn."

“That’s a really vicious comment.”

"But he's not."

"Pepper?"

"Pepper."

1-153 Two Pools of Muddy Water

"This guy... I always feel that his suggestions are not well-intentioned!" Koko put down the phone and frowned. Like Lancer, Koko also has amazing intuition. She instinctively felt that Lancer said part of the words, but not all of them. As for the part that was not said, it was the important part; there was still something unspeakable, but it was insignificant, Koko felt it was hard to say.

"Hehe..." Rem laughed on the side. They had been on standby in New York for several weeks, waiting for the second act of Stark Industries.

Things were indeed developing in the direction they had imagined, but soon something happened that made Koko scratch her scalp. There was no need to guess who the traitor was, as the conflict between Stark and Obaday became almost public.

Stark's request was very direct.

Next, if the weapons production line cannot be stopped, Stark Industries must thoroughly investigate the underground smuggling links. The weapons produced by their company cannot become toys in the hands of terrorists to kill civilians.

Obaday was immediately made to laugh by Stark, idiot! When has Stark Industries ever done any business with terrorists! Take off your ignorant glasses and take a closer look! Which of these so-called terrorists is not a damn glove! They are just a bunch of idiots who don't produce anything! If there were no other countries making trouble over there, how could they have money to support the army!

And because Stark had seen a shocking enough situation, he stood there and said firmly that if a thorough investigation could not be carried out, the entire weapons department of Stark Industries would be closed down!

Because the quarrel between the two did not take place in some secret place, but in Stark's office. The two were angry enough to yell at the top of their lungs, and many people outside the office heard Stark's firm and resounding voice!

Then it was impossible to block the news. In a short period of time, all kinds of rumors were flying around. Stark Industries' stock almost fell. Lancer made hundreds of millions of US dollars by short selling with tears in his eyes. Then Lancer hesitated whether to buy Stark Industries' stock on the contrary. After all, the price was really low at this time. However, Iron Monger has not come out yet, so there is no rush.

"So are we just going to sit there and watch? Or should we follow his advice and contact your good friend?" Rem said with a smile. Lancer's suggestion was not bad. People like Stark were obviously not the kind of people who would listen to advice. He would not move forward even if you led him, and would even retreat even if you pushed him!

So even though Koko had sensed the danger, she could only watch Stark running towards the nuclear bomb that was about to explode, and that nuclear bomb couldn't be hit or scolded! After all, no one knew whether Stark, who theoretically held a large stake, would win in this arm wrestling match, or Obaday, who actually managed Stark Industries for nearly half a century.

"No more talking, get ready, I'm going to ask Pepper out for dinner now." Koko shook her head helplessly and resigned herself to calling Pepper to arrange afternoon tea. "Oh, right! Get your weapons ready, I always feel a little uneasy, something might happen in the next two days." Koko added while holding the phone.

"Something happened in the Continental Hotel?" Koko's words made Tojo next to her somewhat strange. The Continental Hotel has some strict rules. If you break these rules, the other party will set some rules for you!

"Oh~ Tojo, are you stupid?" Koko looked at Tojo with dead eyes, "Have you forgotten that someone really came to this hotel to destroy the store?"

"Uh..." Tojo was stunned. Everyone looked at him, feeling a little awkward for a moment. "Our colleagues are really... full of courage."

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"Interesting..." Lancer put down his phone and shook his head. Koko had probably discovered something. "Agent, notify Brother Sixteen to activate the detection equipment outside the Stark Industries plant. Don't release the drone for the time being. Ask RO635 and SOPII to go to the Stark Industries headquarters to see if the employee ID cards they made last time are still usable. Tell Xiao Tangluo to stop thinking about blowing up the Hoover Dam and quickly collect intelligence on Stark Industries. This deal, worth hundreds of millions, depends on this."

"Commander, I'm still short of a lot of equipment!" Chkalov knocked on the cover of the machine. Lancer did try his best to collect various equipment, but Chkalov still has a huge gap and many things need to be supplemented.

"Great! The main purpose of making money is to solve the funding problem. Everything is for you." Lancer nodded. "Oh, by the way, have you completed AR15's tax accounts? If you have completed it, please help Xiao Tangle. I hope to have a briefing that can give me a direct experience of Stark Industries' production in the past year."

"I see. If Scarecrow were here, he should be able to do better." The agent said with some regret as she issued Lancer's order word for word.

"Bang!" SOPII broke into the laboratory, "Lancer, are we going to blow up the headquarters of Stark Industries? Then you can short it again!"

"I don't plan to do that. Stark Industries is still of great value and cannot be used for fun. After all, those toys of Stark Industries are our popular weapons. But if possible, I wonder if you can hack into the monitoring system of the headquarters? But I have to remind you that Stark has an old-fashioned AI, so be careful not to overturn it."

"Understood!" SOPII curled his lips, and the master of skills obviously felt bored.

"If possible, copy some information from their database and bring it back. Looking at these reports, I begin to feel that some things are almost at an end." Lanser shook his head and said with some regret.

Because he has no background and an Asian face, there is an invisible ceiling in the United States. The US military will open its warehouse to him and let Lancer deal in some expired items. But they will never endorse Lancer and make him a real white glove. If you dare to touch something high-end, you have to be careful!

It's not that the United Nations' arms embargo department hadn't checked the Griffin, but Lancer

I am more accustomed to putting the important things in Fei Ma's hands and taking them out when I get to the place, so I didn't find them.

In the movie that tells the standard rise and fall of all arms dealers, why did the agent in charge of checking embargoes say that checking heavy weapons and biological and chemical weapons is a glamorous department?

Think about how many countries in the world can make these things! This is a slap in the face! How can it not be glorious?

A country that claims to love peace is selling the most powerful thing, something that neither the United States or Russia has ever done, a real national treasure! It was sold just like that, and it was sold in a package!

Therefore, Lancer has clearly begun to feel that he has touched the ceiling. Although his friendship with Frank Underwood has caused the ceiling to rise slightly, it is only slightly.

This is also why Lancer is willing to provide a large amount of funding to another Underwood. Sometimes, it is better to rely on yourself than on others! Look at Chkalov, look at SOPII, is he lacking in technology? Maybe what Stark can do, I really can't do it, but the second-tier Hammer Industries, as long as I want to, it is not a problem at all! It just so happens that if the newly established Atlas wants to continue to improve itself and get rid of some constraints, then... Irons will not refuse!

"Lance, you can temporarily stop your plans against Stark Industries." Chkalov tapped the keyboard lightly, and then found that SOPII waved her hand and the projector dispatched what she wanted. "Great!"

"Where is this?" Watching the video camera zoom in, Lancer clearly saw flames that flickered and then dissipated. There was no doubt that the vampire was fighting with someone.

"The factory for the initial silver plating of Divine Grace ammunition is 3 kilometers away from St. John's Cathedral in a straight line." SOPII said quickly. She was very familiar with this place. It was she who built it in the beginning, commanding a group of priests and sweating profusely.

"Notify the other crew members to bring their divine weapons and go to St. John's Cathedral to pray. Tell Maxwell to pay close attention. It's not surprising if these bastards do anything dirty." Lancer stood up and put the unfinished report aside. It seemed that he didn't have time to finish reading it in a short time. He would have to meditate when he came back. Moreover, since he didn't meditate at noon, he would have to add an hour tonight. But maybe he could let M4 tell him directly in bed.

"By the way, provide some air support. If the enemy has a large number of people, just strafe them first. Your planes are invisible to ordinary people anyway." Lancer smiled and winked at Chkalov.

Chkalov smiled charmingly, "The city is not a good place to use aircraft, but it seems that Frederick and his men are even less suitable. At least mine can be used as a flying machine gun tower."

"Yes! It's up to you! By the way, if you unfold the ship's equipment, put a few boxes of water next to it, just in case it's cold." Lancer grabbed the paper cup thrown by Chkalov and put it by the door with a smile. Recently, under the training of the female warrior, his skills have improved. At least he dodged to the side and didn't get splashed. "I'll deal with you later."

"Hmph!" Chkalov laughed disdainfully. But as he walked towards the yard, he took out two boxes of mineral water from his space and threw them at his feet. Fei's mother had already bought all the houses around. Although the final cleaning and decoration had not yet begun, there was no need to worry about being seen by others when Chkalov unfolded his ship suit.

"So you want to hold back this time? Maybe your new friend would enjoy another fresh food delivery."

"Osborn? If that's convenient." Lanser took the headset handed over by Fei Ma and said, "Let's go. The Holy See is a good client that we can't lose!"

"Oh!"

1-154 Strong Support

"Bang!" With a dull collision sound, a burly figure slammed heavily on the gate of the warehouse. Another figure was about to approach, but a dancing silver light forced the other person back.

"Can you still get up?" The leader of the Kurland Swordsman Knights, who had been chatting and laughing with Lancer before, pulled the trigger. A 12.7mm silver-plated bullet whizzed through and shot a blood slave who had attacked at the same time, breaking him into two pieces!

"I can still hold on!" The strong man gritted his teeth and slowly stood up with the help of his gun. Blood kept dripping through his mask. He was hit hard. Even though he had a very strong body, he was still unable to fight with the guys on the front line despite struggling hard.

"Enough... Support the shooting from behind!" He swung his huge spear and sword and collided head-on with a vampire holding a sharp blade. The heavy spear and sword directly broke the opponent's sharp blade, and the blade deeply cut into the opponent's body. The vampire screamed and turned into ashes in the fire. "For the glory of God, hold the front line! Stop them! In the name of God! The God-given land inside must not be desecrated by these bastards!"

"Hehe, you are alone and helpless and you still want to stop us." A vampire dodged the slash and kicked a knight to the ground. His long sword pierced into the opponent's eyes and pierced through his brain. With a slight twist, the knight was silent. "What Kurland Swordsman Order? You are finished! Although your equipment makes you a little difficult to deal with, it's only a little bit!"

The vampires had not expected that these damned tin cans were not wearing their heavy armor, which was bulky and heavy and had very limited defense against modern bullets. Instead, they were too bulky and became

Instead, they put on a set of additional protective gear made of Kevlar materials on the basis of heavy stab-proof clothing, plus some heavy protective plates, which improved their body protection to an amazing level.

Moreover, the firearms in their hands have also changed from those strange-style axe guns to extremely modern firearms. The troops that just raided St. John's side sent news that a Gatling gun mounted above the church easily harvested the lives of hundreds of low-level vampires and blood slaves.

Moreover, the special 40mm grenade can explode a cloud of silver powder in the air, making the attacking vampires feel as if they had rushed into a pool of sulfuric acid and suffered extremely painful consequences.

But that was a feature only found in St. John's Cathedral and some large churches. If it weren't for the sudden intervention of SHIELD, all the small churches in New York would have been slaughtered by them. But even so, nearly ten churches had been destroyed by them, and the divine weapons that were being blessed were pulled out by them and soaked in human blood and desecrated.