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But even Lanser himself was just complaining about this matter. If there is really any doubt about it, even if he is sleeping in his lair, there is no doubt that these bastards will still doubt whether he did it! When people doubt something, there is a saying that the more they look at it, the more it looks like it. In simple terms, people will spontaneously come up with a lot of reasons to prove that their suspicion of this matter is reasonable!

After these two groups of people in the bureau, the FBI, CIA, NSA and other American intelligence agencies also called. Their reaction was reasonable. They had a local partner in New York. Something big happened here, so I came to ask you about the situation.jpg.

As for their reactions to the intelligence sent by Lancer, which was supported by a large number of photos and surveillance routes, did they drop their jaws in shock, or sigh in silence, grab their coats and go to the armory to get equipment to prepare for battle, or were like CIA's BOOKMAN who was more concerned about when Lancer would go out to sea again? This highlights that each department has its own style of doing things, and their reactions are basically different.

What's a bit outrageous is that the head of the US Police Department, Chief Stacy, called Lancer to ask if it was the Russians who attacked, or the Lizard Man who rushed out from the underground sewer? Lancer was speechless... Then he suggested that he watch more South Park and hung up the phone.

"Basically, we have contacted all the larger organizations. The rest are the calls from some intelligence dealers. After all, they haven't heard of medieval stories like vampires attacking churches on a large scale for a long time." M4 said quickly, "According to your order, Lancer, the agent polished and deleted the intelligence and provided them with a lot of intelligence.

Of course, the content deleted here is nothing else, basically the basic identity of the target object, as for why these guys attacked the church, why the church quietly took out a minigun! I don’t know the first one, you can ask the church, the second one I sell, do you want it?

"Huh..." Lanser let out a long breath. These guys didn't call to ask about your well-being. If they were in a good mood, they would exchange a few pleasantries with you and then get straight to the point. If they weren't in that mood, they would just get straight to the point. How much do you know? Name your price. Then the same intelligence was given to Lanser N times. In this intelligence, Lanser basically wrote it very clearly. There was nothing else, just the continuation of the thousands of years of grievances between vampires and the church, and the divine weapon was just the latest detonator.

Of course, no one asked Lancer what a divine weapon was at this time. After all, you know these words, and it is not difficult to understand. After all, the church is deeply involved, so it would be unreasonable if it is not related to God. The only question is whether they can think that a divine weapon is just a firearm.

"Go home, go home, go home. We can't stay outside anymore. The information is becoming less and less valuable." Lanser rolled his eyes and complained. The girls in Lanser's group laughed. Brother Sixteen slapped the back of his chair and laughed so hard.

"Lance, do you really want to take in that little girl of unknown origin and let her stay in the store?" The agent looked at Lancer. For her, it was her instinct to eliminate all the unstable factors around Lancer.

"That girl's name is Skye, and she's really not an honest girl," Lancer said with a smile, "so I asked Chuntian to go back and educate her new clerk first." Lancer shook his head. Skye now is not the powerful, experienced and reasonable girl behind. She is just a curious baby who is ignorant of the world and has unrealistic ideas about society. She thinks that everything should be the same as those slogans, pursuing all justice and fairness. In short, don't argue. Their principles are also a set of sets, and they have even completed self-touching and self-brainwashing, which is simply unreasonable. What Lancer needs to do is to push them out and let them directly accept the beating of society, or see the real operating mode of society.

"So I'm not working in a coffee shop, but... an arms company?" Skye was experiencing the baptism of a soul storm, and she was a little overwhelmed. Springfield didn't give her a chance to explore, and directly showed her a warehouse. Then Skye began to be confused, and her three views were shocked (big). Good God, what a damn coffee shop, this is a cover-up, right?

"There are no gangs in our community, and the nearby land has recently been bought on a large scale by a security company. If nothing unexpected happens, there will soon be a large number of mercenaries coming in and out of the neighborhood, and it is very likely that order will become better." Ti Yi added in a low voice.

"Um... yes, and there were no homeless people on the street." Skye thought about it and said with some surprise.

"No, she's right! Although we are registered as a shipping company, we do survive by trading in arms. Our ship is being repaired in the dock opposite. We still have more than half a month to go. After the repairs are completed, we will set off for the next trip. Then

Tiyi, your good days are coming! Right? I can slack off when I'm not around! Huh? " Chuntian gritted his teeth as he spoke, and stretched out his hand to pinch Tiyi's front. Tiyi couldn't avoid it, and could only be bullied by her own store manager with tears in her eyes. "

So you used my salary to pay Peter's salary, didn't you..." Tiyi was full of resentment when she talked about this. It's not that she didn't work when there were many customers in the store, but isn't there not many customers in the store...

"Hmph! Now that your good sister is here, if I find out you're slacking off, hmph... don't even think about taking a penny." Chuntian raised his eyebrows, "Don't look at me, I'm closing the shop. Of course, if you work hard, I'll ask Lancer to get you one. There are a lot of rules for owning a gun in New York, but it's not too troublesome." Chuntian looked at Skye who was reluctant to leave the warehouse, smiled and shook his head. Just like Lancer said, this is a girl with a good nature, but she is not a quiet girl. Look at her, she can hardly walk just looking at the assault rifle.

"Why are there two beds in the middle of a pile of pistols and grenade launchers?" Skye, who came out of the warehouse, asked a very simple question. "An emergency shelter for two unlucky guys. The boss's friend." Tiyi answered Skye's question very simply. Yes, it was the beds for John Wick and Deadpool. Lancer thought that these two unlucky guys would come back sooner or later, so he didn't let his girls clean up. After all, it was just a simple mat on the crates, just an emergency shelter.

"If you want, you can sleep there." Chuntian said with a smile, "I believe you should be a good girl, right." "Um... well, thank you for your trust, manager, I think we can talk about the content of the work and the salary." The girl glanced at her computer, a little surprised, but quickly looked at Chuntian.

"Why, where did you see my photo?" Springfield said to Skye with a smile. She came up and claimed that she was the number one sniper in New York. Apparently, he had collected some information about her during this period. After all, she had broken all the records of the nearby shooting club with iron sights and an M1903 Springfield rifle, and then won all kinds of prizes in various shooting competitions. It was also one of her ways to make some extra money in the early days to subsidize Lancer.

So none of the trophies and award certificates on this coffee shop have anything to do with coffee, they are all from shooting competitions...

"Can I ask what these things that will turn gray tonight are?" Skye turned the laptop around. It showed a photo of Lancer and the others having a brief meeting with the Archbishop. Among a group of beautiful girls behind Lancer was Haruta.

"St. John's Cathedral?" Tiyi also came over to take a look. "I think I saw this guy when I went there to get communion. He must be the archbishop."

"Yes, we are discussing...possible revenge measures against those bastards of vampires." Haruta said with a smile.

"Vampires? Do they really exist?" Skye's eyes were like 200W LED bulbs, so bright! They could be used as flash bombs!

"61." Chuntian said without any context, then knocked on Tiyi's head, "Are you not leaving get off work yet? I won't pay you overtime!" After saying that, he turned around to prepare coffee and snacks. It didn't matter what others prepared, so they could just do whatever they wanted, but Chuntian paid great attention to Lancer's coffee and snacks.

"61 what?" Tiyi said with a strange look on her face.

"Maybe... our boss lady killed 61 vampires in one night." Skye smacked his lips. "Boss lady, how much do I get per hour? Forget about the warehouse. It's too scary among a pile of guns. I'd rather sleep in my car."

"The hourly wage is only 70% of Tiyi's, 10 dollars and 50 cents. You have to be ready at 8 o'clock every morning and you can leave at any time you want to work."

"Boss! Can I start work now?"

"Oh! Forget about today, let's do it tomorrow."

"Good boss!"

"good!"

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1-161 How to quickly kill the conversation

"Huh?" Lanser looked at the situation in his cook's coffee shop in surprise, blinked... and then quickly looked at his cook, who had a helpless expression on her face. A group of girls in maid costumes were wandering around the shop? ! "Are you sure you can attract customers by dressing like this? I'm afraid there will be more harassment."

Lancer felt quite speechless at this moment. He turned around to take a look at his own maid, who was now his new tail and the agent of the Iron-Blooded Worker's Butler, and said, "Keep a close eye on her. If any idiot does unnecessary things, just kick her out." To be honest, the little girls in thick-soled high heels, black and white stockings, and maid outfits running around in the store really made the store full of youthful atmosphere. Of course, Sky, who was not wearing a maid outfit but had a funny face, obviously did not agree with this point.

"Okay, I understand, Master." The agent frowned. Why bother with so much trouble? Can't you just break his arm? No.

But now that Lancer has said so, let's get ready to do it.

"Don't we look good in our clothes?" Gwen said with dissatisfaction. What kind of a terrible reaction is this? Are you going to throw the customer out right away? Besides, the boss lady just said that the coffee sales this weekend have soared a lot, and she wants to give them a bonus.

"Do you believe that if your father sees you wearing this, he will pull out his gun and greet me directly..." Lancer looked at Gwen with squinted eyes. Well, maybe the mastermind has been found!

"I think it's actually not bad..." In front of Gwen, from Lancer's blind spot, Chief Stacy's voice was heard, and Gwen immediately gave a look of "look at me".

"…Holy shit! What kind of father are you! Fuck…you guys treat my shop as a parent-child activity center!?" Lanser said unhappily, because after a careful look, he found that the parents of the kids he had punished before, one by one, filled up his coffee shop. Apparently, on this weekend morning, these parents chose to build their happiness on…well, appreciating their children's hard work. "So I guess you guys came here with them? And the miserable expressions of the unlucky guys across the street made you laugh, right?"

The scene was instantly filled with a joyful atmosphere, and the parents expressed their approval of their sons' hard work and progress. However, the faces of the little girls at the scene turned dark!

"Okay, whatever you want, just work hard, if anyone dares to do something stupid, beat them to death!" Lanser sighed, they are all my parents! And this bunch of weird little girls.

"Lance, it's time to go exercise!" Brother Sixteen walked over and gestured in the direction of the shipyard. Lancer nodded, gestured to a group of parents who were interacting with their daughters, especially Chief Stacy, and then walked to the shipyard opposite.

"I don't know why you from SHIELD came to see me and avoided others." Lancer walked to the door of his warehouse, yes, the warehouse that Stark had smashed into. "And this is my place. If you show me such a shitty look again, I promise I will back off and call the police. You are illegally invading my land." When Lancer walked over, two special agents stopped Lancer and said they wanted to search him. After all, Lancer was a dangerous person.

Brother Sixteen looked at the SHIELD agents in front of him with a bad look, "Ah, you are showing off in my house, right?" The agent silently clenched his fist.

"Let Mr. Lancer in. If you insist, you will get into big trouble." Nick Fury's voice came from inside. It was obvious that he had been waiting here for quite some time.

"Oh... you all have the same hairstyle, Sitwell. Also, it's our first meeting, Director Nick Fury." Lancer curled his lips in his heart. This guy in front of him always likes to act mysterious every time he recruits people. However, this kind of behavior is indeed very lethal to those who are inexperienced in the world, especially young or middle-aged people who are full of curiosity. I'm not talking about Stark here, so just listen carefully!

And what Lancer saw in front of him was the duo with strong hairstyles, the outstanding young and handsome man from SHIELD who put his hands in his pockets and shrugged to show his negotiation power, and the Sitwell Level 7 Agent who was almost in the training sequence for the Director of SHIELD (because of his good performance recently, he was promoted and given a raise).

As well as the owner of the universe's S-class beast, Metamorphosis, who is protected by the Skrulls, the second generation of SHIELD, all the pagers summoned by Captain Marvel, the world's "number one" agent, the old man on the beach of S.W.O.R.D., and Nick Fury.

"Because you are now a dangerous person under the watchful eyes of many people and organizations, we must be cautious when we meet you." Nick Fury didn't seem surprised that Lancer knew his name. He turned around and gave Lancer a look of earnest instruction. Lancer could see that he seemed to have tried his best to be amiable, but the scrutiny and suspicion in his eyes still made Lancer frown a little.

"Generally speaking, only my enemies, or people who have conflicts with me, would think that I am a potential enemy, so Director Nick Fury." Lancer looked at Nick Fury in front of him with amusement. SHIELD's presence in the other world is indeed enough, but if you really want to say that there is something special, it is not a world where a certain Griffin private defense company is used as a supplement to SHIELD's combat power. SHIELD is probably just an enhanced version of Ji Ai An? And the enhancement part may have to be thanked to Hydra...

"So tell me, why did you come to me in person today? Is there anything you want to tell me?" So Lancer simply didn't intend to play tricks on the other party. He chose to go straight to the point and let Nick Fury reveal his cards. If you really have something in your hand that can make my heart beat, then I can consider doing what you say.

"Okay...very good!" Lancer's attitude made Nick Fury frown. Although it was not a rejection, he seemed to have a very clear prediction of his possible words. He was ready to discuss business, and it seemed useless to use ordinary words.

This kind of businessman who runs around everywhere is really as difficult to deal with as ever. After all, apart from intelligence personnel, the profession that attaches the most importance to intelligence gathering activities is basically businessmen. After all, what businessmen do is to make a profit by reselling, and intelligence is basically the most important thing for businessmen.

This means being able to maximize your profits.

Including that bastard Lancer, after a few days of selling intelligence that he had gone through many twists and turns, SHIELD did get two pieces of intelligence from Lancer. Even if these two pieces of intelligence were abridged versions, they already made Nick Fury feel that the depth of thinking and the amount of intelligence in some aspects were quite good.

As for the complete version of the intelligence, it can only be said that Nick Fury let out a long sigh. The intelligence was directly issued as a reliable source. After the agents below planned the action based on this intelligence, they found that some NSA agents had killed a lot of vampires and other underground creatures ahead of them, and such situations were not just one or two isolated cases.

"What do you think about judging the future?" Nick Fury asked Lancer a very vague proposition, asking Lancer to answer it himself. And this vague question happened to be Nick Fury's observation of Lancer's thinking direction.

"The future?" Lancer looked at Nick Fury and sneered, "When did our Director of SHIELD become a university professor and start studying such meaningless issues?" He shook his head, "We are all from the same world, so there is no need to talk about those nonsense. I'll just say it straight."

"Yeah, I'm waiting for your story." Nick Fury turned his head, his back to Lancer, and continued to put on that mysterious look in the movies. He was a little curious about Lancer's judgment, but only a little.

"To put it simply, this world is about to go to war. It's not the kind of dogfighting in Africa, but a real war!" Lancer looked at Nick Fury's attitude and said nothing. He also started to talk nonsense, "and it's between the United States and Russia."

"Hmph..." Nick Fury shook his head. "You actually think that the United States and Russia will fight. The possibility of a direct conflict is almost non-existent."

"Then there is no need to say more. One million dollars, within five years, everything will slide irreversibly into war." Lanser sneered. Not to mention the life-and-death war in his memory, all signs are proving that such a war is indeed approaching the human world.

"One million? You're basically talking in your sleep." Nick Fury shook his head and turned to leave. He labeled Lancer a madman. He must be crazy to win over this guy. Which arms dealer doesn't pray for war? "Sitwell will continue to contact you." Then he turned and left.

"Finally we're leaving. Let me have a cigarette." Lancer took out a cigarette box from his waist and shared it with Sitwell.

"Huh...you seem to have a prejudice against Nick Fury?" Sitwell looked at Lancer with a bit of curiosity in his eyes. How could Lancer make such a judgment? However, this topic cannot be asked in this way.

"Prejudice? That guy still needs prejudice? Don't you know better than me?" Lancer glanced at Agent Sitwell, an excellent employee of SHIELD who works almost conscientiously. "I think you must know his style of doing things. He doubts everything and questions everything! And he longs to control everything. Just like Hydra in the past, do you think he will shout, "Hi Claws!" in his own office?

"..." Sitwell didn't even need to pretend, he was so happy. Others might not know this, but he did know that Nick Fury was not Hydra, otherwise he would have been directly assigned to him. "Your judgment is somewhat reasonable, but it's too far-fetched."

"It's nothing outrageous, that's just how it is. As for the war between the US and Russia, you have to look at the domestic politics of the two countries... Although Russia is indeed compromising now, guess where I am recently, someone wants me to get someone out."

"..." Sitwell said nothing and motioned for Lancer to continue.

"Sevastopol."

"!"

1-162 Another Great Technique Master

"Each one is smarter than the other!" Lancer looked at the departing Sitwell agent, shook his head, turned around and walked into the shipyard, and the Sixteenth Brother and the agent followed Lancer with guns behind him without saying anything. Lancer only had so many people he could trust, so the humanoids were basically busy with their own things and didn't follow.

As for the three ship girls, Chkalov was naturally busy in the laboratory. Binjiang was called to help today. It seemed that they were planning to continue expanding the laboratory space downwards. Lancer hoped that the next time he went there, he would not find that they had dug out three more layers of space underground.

Fei Ma went to replenish the reserve supplies. After all, all kinds of situations could happen at sea, so Yiban Lancer asked Fei Ma to prepare some long-lasting food and water.

"Commander, according to the current situation, if a conflict breaks out between the United States and Russia according to your analysis, who will win?" Brother Sixteen said this as if to make conversation.

"Total war?" Lancer said without turning his head, "I bet on the Americans to win." This is a decision that can be made without much thought. Russia today is not the Soviet Union. It no longer has the confidence to engage in a head-on total war with the Americans. If a war really breaks out, it is estimated that the active armed forces of the United States will be able to inflict heavy damage on Russia before its military forces are fully mobilized. However, the specific course of the war still needs to take into account too many factors. Who knows, General Winter might suddenly appear online to give you a good show!

Moreover, at least in

On paper, the United States still has an overwhelming advantage. The navy and air force are completely superior. Not to mention the fifth-generation aircraft, the number of fourth-generation aircraft is far beyond the reach of the Russian Aerospace Forces. If they really clash, the result is that the United States will have a significant air advantage at the beginning of the battle. It will be difficult to fight a battle without air superiority.

"No, no, no, according to what you didn't say just now, the battlefield is most likely in Ukraine." Brother Sixteen said with a smile, who wants to withdraw people from Sevastopol? No one! Lancer completely fooled the excellent agent of the SHIELD.

The state of Lancer and Bookman's almost falling out was not made public. Even Lancer and Bookman kept in touch with each other on the surface, and did not cut off Lancer's authority in the CIA's external intelligence network! But Bookman also knew that if he asked Lancer to evacuate the CIA agents again, it would be very likely that the GRU or Lubyanka Hotel staff would raid their safe house, and Lancer would be too late to arrive.

Before joking, Task Force 141 really wanted to kill Lancer and his crew. The relationship between Bookman and Lancer in the past basically evaporated overnight.

Bookman had no way to deal with this, because Lancer had won the battle and captured almost all the remaining members of Task Force 141 alive. If Ross hadn't had some face with Lancer, all the people who boarded the ship would have disappeared one by one!

But Sitwell didn't know that! Lancer was a smooth talker with a wide range of friends. He could not only speak for the CIA. If he flew to Moscow, the bigwigs in Lubyanka would probably invite him to a good restaurant in Moscow for a few meals (maybe it was opened by Pulgokin...), which would help them evacuate the people, and this matter seemed even bigger.

Therefore, after taking all kinds of circumstances into consideration, the credibility of the information Lancer said was greatly enhanced. So at this moment, Sitwell really believed that someone wanted to hire Lancer's ship to go to Ukraine to pick up people, so Sitwell took this as important information and went to find Nick Fury.

"That's right. If it's limited to here, my hundred dollars will most likely be gone. After all, it's almost impossible for the first stage over there to end directly, with proxy wars and bloody local conflicts. Humph... If I were a nearby country, I would open my borders and accept the high-quality refugees here as soon as possible." Lancer shook his head and smiled. Education in the former Soviet Union is generally quite good, especially in areas like Ukraine that once had heavy industry. The supporting education system is quite good, so it must be admitted that this talent package alone is worth appreciating.

"Come to think of it... it seems that the big man who helped SOPII solve the problem when we were repairing the ship in Ukraine last time, you invited him at that time, Lancer." Brother Sixteen said, looking at the busy slipway in front of him. The paint on the bottom of the Griffin had basically been completed. The corners of his mouth curled up. It seemed that their home on the sea was about to be completed.

Lancer was a nostalgic person, and they did not buy the Griffin right away. In fact, there was a 5-ton cargo ship in front of them. That ship was now moored outside the dock. Jin Bing and his team wanted to use it to deliver goods to Columbia, but Lancer refused. The reason was that a cargo ship of this tonnage was a little small for them.

Kingpin and the film do feel small now, and even the 10,000-ton cargo ship they bought later seems a little small.

"Ivan Vanke? M4 has been in contact with him. He's been having a hard time lately, so he asked me to borrow 5 US dollars. M4 checked his bank records and found that Ivan spent the money in the hospital. But he didn't make any further demands, and we couldn't say much. But he was very polite and sent us an IOU?" Lancer shrugged. When he saw the big guy who looked more like a gangster than an engineer, he naturally recognized him at a glance. There weren't many people who beat Stark.

"Didn't you want to recruit Lancer to come to America before, but he didn't agree? At this point, he probably doesn't want to stay there anymore." Brother Sixteen gave Lancer some advice. When the ship was being repaired, this guy and SOPII were in unison. If M4 hadn't firmly opposed, this guy would have wanted to make a radical modification to the ship and make it fully electric in one step.

M4's opposition was also very realistic. We only have one cargo ship. Why are you making it so complicated? And the budget for the design is enough to buy another ship! On that day, M4 pulled Fei Ma and showed that he would never agree to your reckless behavior today.

SOPII's explosive reform plan was stillborn.

"Good idea, put him on the line for me." Lancer walked up the gangway, planning to wander around the Griffin as he did every day. Now was a good opportunity to make the call to see if he could recruit a technical guru for his side.

"Hello? Lancer? If you're asking about money, I need some money to raise." Ivan's voice sounded a little tired, but he had no intention of avoiding the question. He simply brought up the matter straight away.

"I'm not in a hurry for this. I really don't need tens of thousands of dollars.

. By the way, how is the old man?" Lanser was somewhat surprised to hear Ivan's straightforward statement that he would not pay for it yet, and he felt a little overjoyed. Is this considered a tough guy's honesty?

"It's very bad, further treatment is needed, but..." Ivan Vanko said with a little pain. He had thought of all the ways, but these ways seemed to be very limited. Speaking of this matter, Ivan Vanko was completely helpless. The human body is not a machine. If you dare not follow the rules, it will dare to show you how bad it is.

"Because Ukraine's medical level is rotten, isn't it?" Lancer shook his head. Ukraine has never been doing well because of the government's economic situation, so many public service systems in this country are close to collapse. "I have a buddy whose daughter is getting good treatment in Cuba. Maybe your old man can come and try it. Besides, Cuba is very nourishing and suitable for him to recuperate."

"..." Ivan was no fool. Lancer's intention to recruit him was obvious. "What can I do for you?"

"I'm thinking of setting up a weapons company in Columbia, and this company needs a technical director." Atlas wants to become the complete form in COD, but it's still a little short of the puzzle, right? It's not easy to have equipment that's one era ahead of the U.S. military. After all, the U.S. military's main arms supplier is Stark Industries. Oh, Stark's plan to shut down the military production line has been strongly resisted by the U.S. military, Stark Industries' shareholders, and internal senior executives. For a while, Stark felt that Pepper was the only one left by his side in the world.

Lancer's only comment on this matter was that Obaday didn't know how to raise a child. If he had understood Stark's actual psychological age a little, he wouldn't have to make such a fuss and could have just coaxed him into submission. The only thing he had to solve was to find someone to kill him. Of course, since the hired guy was dead and there was no evidence, he felt that he didn't need to worry about this matter. After all, the entire camp was buried and there was no evidence.

"..." Ivan was silent for a long time on the other end of the phone. Finally, he sighed and said, "The medical care in Colombia is not that good either."

"Indeed, but the Cuban Naval Hospital and the Cuban National Twins Hospital are both on my supply list. What do you think? Doesn't it sound more reliable?" Lanser said with a smile, "The daughter of one of my buddies is receiving treatment at the Naval Hospital. The other day, the big fool happily told me that there has been a good turn for the better."

"I need to think about it." Ivan was silent for a while, then gave Lancer this answer. "But I want to ask clearly, are you paying for all the expenses?"

"Yes, I will bear the medical expenses." Lancer said with a smile. The fact that he could ask this question basically meant that he had kidnapped a very powerful technician in every sense. Among the memory fragments he received, there was a shot in which this person was squatting on a VF fighter in guardian form, tinkering with something and talking to him at the same time.

"I'll give you an answer tomorrow."

"Don't you want to ask about the treatment?"

"No need, you are not a stingy person."

"That's right! Lightning, what are you booing for! Don't run!"

1-163 Ains's Progress

"Iens! What are you doing?" After hanging up the phone with Ivan Vanko, Lancer immediately started contacting Iens, who had previously commissioned Lancer to build a bullet production line.

"Oh! We just took care of some extra guys." Irons said with a smile, and then gestured to the people around him. Several Colombians who had completed the training, under his admiring gaze, picked up wrenches and hammers and walked towards a former Colombian "big boss" who was bruised and battered not far away.

The life and death of these big bosses and the so-called intelligence they have are not particularly important to Ains! But cultivating loyalty is not an easy task.