Marvel Space and Time Administration Growth Log

He has shown his leadership qualities and has been responsible for being sacrificed most of the time. The movie version has already progressed past the sacrifice of Aunt May, and it depends on whether Gwen and several other ambiguous objects and girlfriends in the comics will be on the sacrifice list.

Doctor Strange, as shown in the movie, is at best an Iron Man who has not figured out the power, responsibility, and duty. He is strong, but he did something as stupid as the three worms in the same frame. Is he capable of taking on the responsibility?! No matter how ridiculous Tony Stark is, he would never do such a thing!

You know, in the Marvel Universe, there are planes colliding! In the end, one plane was directly annihilated. The king had warned him, but he still did it. It's amazing. Why did the Ancient One choose such a successor? Is there anything wrong with the timeline she saw?

Let alone the rest. It's better to find Star-Lord than Thor. Thor was really exhausted after the fall of Asgard. He had no ambition at all. He abandoned the throne and ran away to adventure on another planet! Damn, this is not as good as Loki!

If Star-Lord was reliable, there would be no Avengers 4. Or if all of Star-Lord's teammates were sacrificed, maybe a comic version of an elderly Star-Lord would emerge, who would still have strategy and courage.

As for Stark's good friend, War Machine Rhodes was directly crossed out, as he had been replaced by the Skrulls at that time.

Not to mention Captain Marvel, she has not been online for a long time, she is busy doing justice in outer space!

Then Black Widow was sent. It is still unclear how strong the second generation Black Widow is, but it is very realistic that she is not as pretty as the first generation Black Widow...

Falcon has turned evil, Wanda has become a villain, and in order to change the generation, the movie has directly shattered the original Avengers structure. Now the progress bar of the so-called Avengers 5 is almost halfway through, and there is not even a group photo like the one before Avengers .

After all the calculations, it can't be that some failed parking boy that Lanser just met who is the main character, right? No way! Although killing one's father is the fastest way to become a tyrant, he didn't inherit everything from his father. Just like his friend complained, after you fight a bunch of magical and powerful monsters, you come back to be a parking boy? !

Ah, yes!

Cover your face... What a devilish team. Fortunately, Kang the Conqueror is just so-so in the movie. If he didn't have the power to control the timeline, he wouldn't be that powerful. If Avengers 4 is not needed at this time, and Thanos from Avengers 3 comes again, they will basically be wiped out.

Lancer, who knew all this, was particularly moved when he saw this familiar face in front of him... Don't say that Captain America is not strong, he is definitely a thigh! A front-line special warfare master with extremely high tactical literacy. One of the souls of the Avengers in the movie universe, he and Stark are indispensable.

So Lancer did a matter-of-course action, looking left and right, but saw nothing except Deadpool's hammer and John Wick's spare pistol in his hands. "I didn't expect to see you, it's great, but... where's your shield!?" Lancer asked curiously.

"My shield is the property of the US government. It's in that museum." Steve smiled and shook his head. "Should I deny my identity?"

"Don't worry, no one here will say anything. The guy next to you may be a chatterbox, but he is reliable on key issues." As he spoke, Lancer reached out and hit Deadpool. Deadpool nodded, proudly puffed out his chest, patted his chest, and expressed his pride and reliability to Lancer and the others.

"Remember to go back and wash Lancer's hands thoroughly." The sixteen people came to the agent's side and said in a low voice.

"Yeah, I think so too." The agent nodded.

"Well, can you understand the feeling of a guy who wakes up to a completely different era?" Steve said with a wry smile, "This era looks good, but it has nothing to do with me. I feel out of place."

"So... um... let me ask you, why do you want to stay in New York?" Lancer looked at Steve in confusion, "You don't think the whole United States has become like this, do you? If you don't believe me, ask John next to you, he has traveled to many places as well. There are still many places in the world that remain in a very old state, and you should be able to adapt to them there." Lancer said with a smile.

"Maybe there is a new mission waiting for me, just like when I went out for a run and felt bored, I went to church and ended up killing a bunch of vampires..." Steve shook his head and gave a wry smile that looked really funny.

"It's just you. Even John probably won't let you go out for a run at this time." Lancer shook his head. The area where the church was located was not a place with very good security. Although you might not hear gunshots, there would definitely be drug addicts around, which was already quite deadly.

John Wick did not respond to Lancer's words, but just shook his head. For him, going out at night was not a problem. After all, night was his working time, so he was very familiar with the night.

"So..." Lancer took a shield from Fei Ma and handed it over, "Then try this one. Although it's just an ordinary shield that has been simply polished, there's nothing special about it. It can at most block the mainstream small-caliber assault rifle bullets and general medium-caliber ammunition in service. You have to be careful with armor-piercing bullets. But before you get the shield that you deserve, try this one first. As for the weapon, there's a silver-plated dagger built into it." Lancer introduced the performance of the shield in detail.

Although Steve didn't say it, from the content of his just-spoken words, it is obvious that he is familiar with vampires and should have dealt with them before. It seems that the Second World War was not as simple as described in textbooks and documentaries.

"Thank you!" Steve did not refuse. The expert beside him notified the person in front of him immediately after the battle. Obviously there was a reason for it, and the equipment he gave was indeed what he needed.

"So, if it's about dealing with these and protecting ordinary people, I think you wouldn't refuse, right?"

"No problem, these things shouldn't exist."

"very good!"

1-158 Who did it!

"Who can tell me who destroyed them, and who did all this?!" Nick Fury stood in a pile of ruins... No, not really, after all, the entire building was flattened! Although it can be seen from the ground that it is a pile of wreckage, the compacted ground in front of him is like it has been repeatedly rolled over by a neat steamroller.

Of course, maybe there is no need for a steamroller. All you need is two mechanical dragons rolling repeatedly on the ground... A huge building made of reinforced concrete is compacted on the flat surface.

"I don't know...the other party seems to be hiding something, but..." Hill looked at everything in front of him. Many SHIELD agents were looking for so-called traces on this strangely flat building ruins, wanting to know what happened. "It is located in a remote area. Apart from the internal cameras, there is no means of observation. We checked the flight patterns of all regular satellites and did not find any situation that could be photographed.

"In other words, we are facing a new method of destroying evidence?! After blowing up the house at the crime scene, they repeatedly crush it with a damn steam roller!?" Nick Fury looked at the SHIELD agents who were almost at a loss. "Great... This is really great! Who has such a deep hatred for them!"

"There is no evidence, no information..." Agent Hill was speechless. Everything in front of her was beyond her cognition. What kind of power could do this? !

"We have investigated all companies that own similar equipment under various names. We have not found that these companies have sent any vehicles here. All road surveillance has confirmed this." Sitwell said to Nick Fury.

"...Where is our vampire butcher?" Nick Fury took the paper information handed to him by Sitwell, and after taking a look at it, he had a helpless expression on his face. Basically, the matter ended here.

The wreckage of the building flattened by the mechanical dragon left no evidence. Even if there was an occasional claw mark, it would be difficult to find due to the dilapidated shape of the wreckage itself. Or it would require someone to be high enough to take a bird's-eye view and then conduct a visual analysis. However, this obviously would not be possible in a short period of time.

"Lancer?" Sitwell didn't show any extra expression. "Due to the chaos yesterday, we can only confirm that most of his crew members appeared at St. John's Church. His direct forces, who attacked separately, basically showed up. There are also people stationed in his lair. No signs of movement have been found so far."

"Very good, he seems to be a good citizen of New York." Nick Fury curled his lips. He instinctively felt that Lancer might not be so simple last night. "What about him? Where did he appear last?"

"He appeared at multiple battle sites and was responsible for delivering supplies to his subordinates and his direct forces." Sitwell thought for a moment, "There should be enough evidence. After all, there was a traffic jam in New York last night..." The fighting has become like this, the sound of gunfire is almost like firecrackers during the New Year, and there are people fleeing everywhere. As a result, all roads are blocked, which also reduces the combat effectiveness of S.H.I.E.L.D. itself.

"And he came into contact with Captain America in the end." Coulson suddenly interrupted. Captain America, who had just woken up, had been living a simple and uncomplicated life in New York. Of course, SHIELD had also been monitoring him. "Today, we have taken photos of Captain America, John Wick and Deadpool working together."

"Good news! A big shot is back." Nick Fury didn't seem to object to the captain's actions. After all, because of the previous deception, Captain America's initial impression of Nick Fury was really very good.

"Do you need to make contact?" Coulson said softly. Obviously, Coulson was very interested in this opportunity to contact his idol.

"You can't, you still have your mission, Natasha, let Natasha go and have a good talk with him." Nick Fury shook his head. Coulson was the subordinate he trusted the most and the most reliable one. Sitwell in front of him obviously had his own little 99, so Coulson had endless tasks to do.

"I understand." Coulson did not object. In their line of work, one must understand when and what is appropriate to do. Moreover, Natasha is indeed very good at psychological games.

"I guess it's extremely difficult." Sitwell muttered softly.

"Why?" Nick Fury's one eye moved to the capable man in front of him.

"The Church gives 1000 for each low-level vampire. The place under our feet is the home of the thirteen clans.

A high-level vampire costs one hundred thousand..." Sitwell sighed, "We obviously can't afford that price."

"Don't use our own thinking to think about other people's thoughts. Obviously, he shouldn't be someone obsessed with money." Nick Fury shook his head. "But it won't be wrong to contact him. Let's inform Natasha about this matter as soon as possible."

"Okay." Coulson nodded. "So this will be put on hold for the time being?" To him, Nick Fury's attitude was already very clear. They were not the police, nor were they responsible for solving cases. What's more, there was not even a victim who would call the police.

"Aren't there enough things that have become historical mysteries?" Nick Fury stared at the "flat land" in front of him, then turned his head slightly to look at Sitwell, "But you keep an eye on this matter. If you find any clues, report to me. After Hulk, another troublesome guy has appeared."

"..." Sitwell looked at Nick Fury innocently, "I need more manpower." He was shouldering many tasks, and each one was more important than the last. From the original intelligence gathering, to the later monitoring and attacking of the dark creatures in Europe, and now collecting information on strong men in New York who could tear down a house in a short period of time and crush it completely. This was too much of a compliment to his ability, but he really had no choice and no power to refuse the tasks assigned by his superiors.

"After this period is over, Team Rumlow will be under your command, and more support... I'm sorry, I really don't have it." Nick Fury said with emotion. To outsiders, S.H.I.E.L.D. is powerful and influential; but to Nick Fury, it is just an old ship that is leaking everywhere and sailing in the stormy waves, with the risk of being destroyed and killed at any time.

"By the way, didn't you say you wanted to recruit a pretty girl named Zhang Chao?" Nick Fury turned around and looked at Coulson on the side. After all, he had just reported to him that he had discovered a girl who seemed to have great prospects. Coulson hoped to recruit this overly curious woman.

"Oh...well, her RV is parked in a place I don't want to go. He has to work there for a short period of time, so..." Coulson said helplessly.

"I guess the coffee there tastes pretty good." Sitwell laughed. Where did Coulson not want to go? Where in New York could S.H.I.E.L.D. not show off the "art of the offense." There were only a few places.

"Oh! You work here? Is the boss easy to talk to?" At this moment, Sky, who was lying on the table, was looking at the cup of iced coffee in front of him. This was the cheapest thing in the store, instant coffee brewed and added with ice. But it was also the only thing that Sky, who was short of money, could afford.

"The boss treats us well, but she's out and hasn't come back yet. Otherwise, you can talk to her. I've already made the arrangements for you. If you want, you can do some part-time work here during the day. Although the salary isn't particularly high, it's enough to make a living without having to pay rent."

"That sounds great. So they're not here usually?" Skye rolled her eyes, as if she felt that she could happily slack off when the boss was not around. For any worker, slacking off with pay is definitely the greatest happiness in life.

"Don't even think about it. There are surveillance cameras and the boss's wife might be watching what you are doing at any time." Tiyi said helplessly. It was not the first or second time that she was caught alive by the boss's wife and her salary was deducted and then used to pay Peter for odd jobs. Tiyi was filled with sadness when she thought about it.

"Buzz..." Tiyi's cell phone vibrated. Tiyi picked it up and took a look. "Oh, it seems you are lucky. The boss lady seems to be in a good mood now." A text message was received on the phone. Of course, it was not sent by someone else. Chuntian asked Tiyi to serve a piece of cake to his little sister, and then a cup of carved coffee.

"But recently, because a group of kids come to work at night, we basically don't have to worry about working at night. In fact, the day shift is only a little busy in the early morning. Most of the rest of the time, there is actually not much to do." Tiyi said this while quickly mixing a cup of the simplest carved coffee. Then she immediately turned around and took out a piece of cake from the refrigerated display cabinet, put them on the tray, and brought it over. "Try it. The cakes in our store are very famous. People often come from far away to buy them."

"Well... okay! Then when will your boss come back?" After taking a sip of coffee, Skye had to admit that the price difference was indeed noticeable.

"To be precise, we just arrived. Tiyi, you are really the laziest, the laziest girl. You are so reluctant to paint your good friend in a fancy way." Chuntian pushed open the door of the coffee shop and saw the coffee with the composition ruined in Sky's hand. He smiled and reached out to pinch Tiyi's cheek.

"You are... Springfield, the man known as the best rifle shooter in New York."

"Oh...you checked us out?"

"No, SHIELD is investigating. We are just following along."

1-159 Osborne's Aurora Potion

"Chairman Osborn, Mr. Lancer has arrived." A technician in a white coat temporarily acted as a guide and invited Lancer, the AR team, as well as Fei Ma and Binjiang to a secret laboratory in the Osborn Biological Experiment Center.

"Hmm..." Lanser was looking around.

, a sense of familiarity that cannot be described in words made Lancer feel very strange, but this place was not used to imprison these unlucky vampires, but a few... symbiotes.

Okay, we’ve taken another detour to the next dimension.

"How is my lab?" The old man smiled brightly as he looked at Lancer who had opened another door for him. He had to admit that although it was only the initial results, he was already amazed. Although he had paid for the test product, he still invited Lancer to come.

"Very shocking! It really opens the eyes of a country bumpkin like me." While speaking, Lanser flicked out a coin. Based on his memory from another time and space, he seemed to know the approximate structure of this laboratory. If he wanted to, raiding here... wouldn't be difficult!

"Huh? Is this a gift?" Norman Osborn took the coin and flipped it on his fingers a few times, somewhat surprised.

"Yes. This is a Roman silver coin. I call it..." Lancer looked at Norman Osborn in front of him, "The Last Humanity."

"A Roman silver coin called 'The Last Humanity'! Do you know how many denarii it takes to save a slave in Rome?" Norman Osborn naturally understood Lancer's hidden reminder. After all, this is a silver coin! A silver coin that the vampires below would not touch! "This is really a very unique humor. I accept your advice."

"I'm glad you understand, man. This is a temptation, a very hard to resist temptation." Lanser said with a smile. The desire for immortality is stronger for those who are more capable, because they have a strong obsession with their careers. They are naturally more dissatisfied with their limited life, and their desire for immortality is naturally stronger.

"I understand. If you gain something, you must pay a price. I have classified the past experiences of the vampires below. Apart from a few who became vampires because of their good looks, the others... there are poets, painters, and I also found a scientist who once led a certain direction. Do you know what is left for them now?"

"Eh... I don't want to know. It must sound disgusting anyway." Lanser shook his head. "From the moment they drank their master's blood, they abandoned their own honor as human beings and became slaves of fate. From then on, they can only gnaw on corpses in the cemetery and roar like wild beasts in the shadows. All the beauty has nothing to do with them anymore."

"A very heavy tribute to darkness." Norman Osborn narrowed his eyes and looked at the vampire below. "Yes, the scientist told me that after that, he had lost the desire to pursue technology. All his desires turned into the pleasure of pursuing blood."

"In a sense, they are just like drug addicts, they are useless." Lanser shook his head. "I don't know why I caught so many for you..." He looked at the more than 20 vampires with collars installed around their necks, most likely explosive collars, and most of them had broken hands and feet. He said with cold eyes.

"My people made six trips to get these guys here. In the short term, I won't be short of experimental subjects for a long time." Norman Osborn looked at these self-proclaimed "noble" experimental samples in the cages below with pride. The burning heat in his eyes made a vampire in the corner curl up as much as possible, muttering to himself, his body shaking wildly.

"So what do you want to tell me? It shouldn't be just to invite me to see your new laboratory." Lancer looked at Norman Osborn who was smiling.

"Of course not! Follow me!" Norman Osborn said with a smile, and walked with Lancer across a long plank road. Below was the room where the vampires were imprisoned. Not to mention, these vampires were treated much better than the symbiotes. At least they had a bed, a machine that delivered food every day, and a bathroom where they could take a shower and use the toilet.

But if they disobey orders, the rings on their necks and arms will instantly release high-voltage currents, letting these vampires understand that the things created by modern technology are no better than their magic when it comes to torturing people.

"Oh, how did you solve the problem of blocking blood magic? After all, I see that the people working below are just ordinary people." Lanser took a look.

"It's not difficult. First, we need to understand its basic operation mode, and then conduct tests. I have found two methods to block the opponent's ability to control blood. Thank you for sending the first sample. You have beaten them up badly, and they basically have no resistance, so the experiment went very smoothly." Norman Osborn said with a smile, "They are a species that has degenerated from humans into some animal characteristics. In fact, this is for..."

"Taming?" Lancer looked at Norman Osborn looking for words and instinctively passed the message on.

"That's a very fitting description. Yes, it's much easier to tame them! Just like dogs or monkeys." Norman Osborn said proudly. "So I got what I wanted, and this!" Norman Osborn took Lancer to a laboratory at the end of the plank road, where many people in white coats were busy. "This is the result of the first phase! Now, I'm giving it to you as a thank you for showing me the future."

Lancer looked at Norman Osborn. Lancer took the thing in his hand and said, "So, what is this good for? How do you use it? What are the side effects?"

"Injection, pulse or intravenous injection is fine. It can enhance recovery in a short period of time. It is a good thing that can save lives on the battlefield. As for the side effects..." Norman Osborn shrugged. "What we know now is that it causes hunger, extreme hunger, and the possibility of hyperplasia."

"Will it return to normal?" Listening to Norman Osborn's words, Lancer's mind was inevitably filled with the names of viruses such as T, T Veronica, G, C, etc., circling in his mind. If they were even a little bit contagious, needless to say, even if it meant being exposed tonight, he would destroy the Osborn Group and everything in it.

"Yes, this thing can only save your life, it can't turn you into a superman. It can only last for a short period of time, probably only two hours, and it seems to produce resistance. However, it is still in a state of exploration. Doesn't it sound particularly valuable?" Norman Osborn said complacently. Although he himself did not expect that the first thing extracted by accident would be this, it shocked everyone during the experiment on mice. They are currently trying to figure out what ingredient has such a magical effect.

But even these functions that have been explored so far are already incredible things for human beings. If the news leaks out, the Department of Defense will slap the Osborne Group in the face with dollars.

"Cost? Time-consuming?" Lancer looked up at Norman Osborn and curled his lips. It sounded like it was not contagious. In this case, this thing was a life-saving artifact for the fighters on the battlefield and in the underground world. It had a fast recovery function within 4 hours and could drag back many dying guys on the battlefield... Hmm?

"It's a laboratory product. It can only be extracted at present. The cost is more than 900 US dollars per bottle. Of course, the material cost is not included." Norman Osborn gestured to the shivering vampire in the corner. "The output is extremely low. It is estimated that it will take at least half a year to figure out the ingredients. As for synthesis, it will take even longer. And even if it can be mass-produced by then, the cost will be a terrifying figure, but it will still be very valuable, isn't it?" Norman Osborn looked at Lancer and put the potion in Lancer's hand. "Why don't you give it a name after human nature?"

"How about Aurora?" Lanser smiled and called out the name of a goddess, then looked at the old guy in front of him with a smile.

"The Dawn Goddess? That's a very nice name." Norman Osborn said with a smile, "Lance, I think you should be able to recommend a few people who are willing to become the first batch of excellent trial participants, right?"

"...I actually know a bunch of them." Lanser's mouth cracked. Oh, grumpy old guy, this is a good thing you can't refuse. "But this bastard must have accepted this gift with a curse."

"This is a gift you can't refuse!" Norman Osborn said with a smile, "So what are some possible suggestions?"

"Make it into a disposable syringe, preferably a pulse injection without a needle. You know, if it's used on the battlefield, there won't be enough time to tinker with it. Then write the instructions on the outer packaging, okay?" Lanser said directly. After all, pricking the needle is a bit troublesome. If possible, it's better to have a hard package on the outside to prevent it from being hit during transportation. By the way, does it need to be refrigerated?"

"No need." Norman Osborn carefully wrote down what Lancer had proposed. These requirements were very reasonable. As a terminal seller, Lancer had obviously dealt in battlefield emergency supplies, so these requirements were very practical. Norman Osborn felt that if these things were done in advance, it would enhance competitiveness.

"So how many of these things are there now? Since it's said to be an experiment, there can't really be only this one." Lancer smiled and shook his head, looking at Norman Osborn.

"There are only ten in total. I can give you five." Norman Osborn was not someone who would be reluctant to part with his equipment. "But I require that these users be able to communicate with us."

"That's as it should be." Lancer reached out and shook hands with Norman Osborn. "I'll come find you after I've talked to them! As many Aurora as possible, this is a group of less fortunate people."

"I'll be ready."

"Okay! I'll reserve a franchise license if that's okay."

“Hahaha… not only will you have it, you’ll also have shares!”

"Wow, old man! Very generous."

"Of course! After all, this is the beginning of our cooperation!"

"...Yes! A good start!"

1-160 Yu Bo and the New Clerk

"Huh..." Lanser, who was sitting in the car, let out a long sigh, "Who else hasn't called us yet? Who else!" Lanser, who really didn't have a good temper, simply rested his head on the heroine's voluptuous thigh and yelled over there. "How come these guys guessed so accurately? One by one, they all suspected me."

"Who told you, Lancer, that you have been confirmed by the dark creatures in Ukraine? It is indeed us who slaughtered the entire clan of the enemy?!" Brother Sixteen in front turned around and lay on the armchair, looking at Lancer with a smile, and began to poke at Lancer's sore spot. The remnants who escaped at the time took Lancer's video footage out and directly shocked the other world, otherwise the Vatican would not have sent the third-class Medal of Protection.

After all, just now, S.H.I.E.L.D.

It seemed okay to call the Vatican to test the waters. After all, they were colleagues who had fought side by side with the vampires, and they had some idea of ​​Lancer's combat effectiveness.

Since in theory Lancer had wiped out the head of one of the Thirteen Clans and a large number of otherworldly bastards who attended the gathering, it seemed logical that Lancer had done it, since the New York vampire family should be of the same level. Especially during the battle that night, Lancer was very active...