Marvel Space and Time Administration Growth Log

"Oh...tsk tsk tsk...this sound is really appetizing." Lanser listened to the screams coming from the receiver, the corners of his mouth curled up, and his eyes became sharp, "Old man, you have to see a psychiatrist when you have time, otherwise you might become a pervert."

"Don't tell me, I go to church here more frequently than when I was in the United States." Irons held the headphones between his shoulders, took the tissue from Gideon's hand, and wiped his palms. "Today, the boot camp was attacked and more than 20 people died. A bunch of bastards, who were obviously just bodyguards for drug dealers, had the nerve to call themselves revolutionary guerrillas. Even an American like me couldn't stand it. The first thing the Soviet Red Army did when it came was to wipe them out!"

"To borrow a phrase I've heard before." Lancer patted the railing in front of him, "This is an excellent regional matching mechanism. Corruption itself is connected to depravity. When the purpose of their revolution changed from helping the poor people to gain benefits to hatred, the whole thing became meaningless." Lancer said with a smile, his eyes flickering.

"Hahaha...you're right! Very right! Democracy? For most people on this planet, they don't need democracy at all. These damn countries don't even have the minimum conditions to support democracy. They won't tolerate those who disagree with them, won't tolerate those who have different beliefs from them, not to mention that heretics are always more hateful than pagans!" Irons' voice gradually faded.

"They don't need freedom or democracy! They need order, law and shelter! Whoever provides these will follow..."

"..." Lanser was suddenly amused when he heard the idea that Irons had clearly developed from his growing feelings during this period of time. Hey, this guy is really an irrepressible hero! I'm sure this is a scene of brotherly love and respect! "Irons, that's enough. If you keep talking, your brother will strangle you to death."

"Fuck... let him come!" Irons said in a bad mood, but he also knew how outrageous his words were. He lit a cigarette for himself and said, "I heard about what you did in New York. It was really amazing! How many thousands of vampires did you kill?!"

"That's nonsense." Lansher rolled his eyes and said, "Even if you count the blood slaves and those other messy things, there can't be three hundred. Time is tight, and we don't know who will rob the other team and wipe out their lair. As a result, we fought all night and didn't get any trophies." Lansher naturally refused to tell the truth.

"Hahaha..." Irons laughed unkindly, "It's rare to hear that you've made a loss in business. By the way, the ship from Cuba has arrived, and the site has been chosen. When do you plan to start work?" Irons was naturally talking about nothing else but setting up a bullet production line in the area under his control.

If Lancer hadn't made a mistake, it would have arrived at the port controlled by Atlas, and it should have been unloaded. Why is the efficiency so high? ! Normally, it takes years to arrange a bullet production line, from customizing instruments to customizing various specialized fixtures and equipment in scattered places.

But it had only been a short while since Lancer arranged everything for Irons.

Do you remember what the place Lancer and his men used to open a market in Cuba was originally?

Repair shop!

Cuba is willing to hand these things over to Lancer for a very simple reason. Cuba is currently very short of funds. After having Lancer as a relatively reliable channel, they have too many urgently needed things to purchase from abroad, so they simply cannot come up with enough funds to pay.

But after Lanser took a fancy to the machines in the repair shop, it was no longer a big deal for them. Although the equipment from the 1980s seemed to be completely out of date, it was not the case for Lanser, because many non-critical parts could be obtained in many places around the world, not just in the United States.

Therefore, for Lancer, being able to manufacture these key metal parts is enough! The remaining parts can be directly ordered from the parts factories in the United States, or they can be produced by other machines.

As for the metals and other raw materials needed to make guns, please, this is Colombia, not Cuba! As long as Irons needs it, there are American companies willing to supply him. Irons even has to take care of the various connections to bring some convenience to his brother.

Yes... Now Atlas can theoretically produce more than just bullets! If Irons is willing, they can have the ability to produce at least Soviet-made firearms after adding some equipment.

It’s just that these half-sealed and half-abandoned equipment need to be sorted out and repaired, which is obviously a huge project. If there is no one with strong hands-on and planning skills to solve a series of problems in setting up and debugging the production line, otherwise this precious production line that may be difficult to assemble outside will be directly scrapped...

"I just put together the last piece of the puzzle. I have persuaded a technician from the former Soviet Union, and he will report to you soon." Lanser smiled and shook his head. "And after he finishes packing these things, maybe we can start doing something exciting." Lanser said with a smile.

"Good! The person you recommended must be reliable. I have already obtained the license for the weapons production company. The official price of Columbia... hum... is much cheaper than the price asked by Washington. Your suggestion was right! Even the key person was hired with just a letter of recommendation from Frank." Irons said with a smile, "We have a common goal in this regard, so I won't say more. By the way, where are my divine weapons? You can't say that you don't have them prepared, right? You even sold them to those merchants."

"Bandit!" Lanser cursed with a smile, "Of course you can't be missing. One long and one short. How about leaving a little surprise for what they are?"

"Okay! Let's come to Colombia again sometime. This time we can come to our own place!" Irons said confidently. He had basically cleared Bogota of the drug traffickers, and the bigwigs of the Colombian government also fulfilled their promise, or rather, Irons' people did it.

"I'm looking forward to it." After saying that, Lancer hung up the phone, handed the phone to the agent next to him, then turned around and walked off the Griffin.

"Boss, it looks like you're here to urge me to finish it as soon as possible." Maxwell said with a smile as he stood below, "There's still some time left. If it's really urgent, it will probably be done in two weeks." Maxwell looked at the ship, on which he had fought before, and there was a smile on his face.

If he had not chosen a stable life, Maxwell felt that he would probably still be living a life of drunkenness and debauchery with John and his friends. He would earn more and spend more! What a refreshing life! Anyway, when he reached retirement age, he would just live with John.

Just like the boss said, go to the Midwest to buy land and become a farmer! I heard that John recently borrowed a large sum of money from the boss to pay for his daughter's tuition. Thinking about the money he saved in the past few years, Maxwell was still very grateful to Lancer.

But now, he is different from them. He has clearer goals and promotion paths. As long as he works hard, becoming a decent person is the minimum. As for how high he can go, Maxwell thinks the most important thing is to look at his boss. As for how high Lancer can go, he can at least become the shipyard director in the future.

"At the moment, there really is nothing particularly urgent." Lancer shook his head. He had originally planned to go to the U.S. military warehouse and then come back to deal with these vampires, but now it seems that the order of things has been changed. He has more freedom and flexibility when going to the warehouse, and he doesn't have to rush like before. As a result, he was fooled by the other party and accepted some lousy stuff.

Although these things were sold quickly by Lanser, and Lanser made a lot of money overall, Lanser always felt that he could earn more.

"By the way, is the little guy causing any trouble?" Lancer glanced at Ned, who was working honestly as a laborer and delivering various parts to the construction site and had successfully lost a lot of weight; Flash Thompson, who was holding a blueprint and calculating the construction period with an engineer; and of course, Peter Parker, who was assigning tasks to a group of temporary workers.

"No! They are all great guys!" Maxwell said with a smile, "Boss, why don't you just let Peter finish high school and not go to college. Just come to work for me directly. In a year or two, he will be able to take over my current position. This guy is trustworthy in doing things." Maxwell said very seriously. It was very rare to hear such comments from this senior power engineer who was also a test-taker.

"But have you asked him what he thinks?" Lanser shook his head. "I really don't want this little bastard to work in my shipyard! On the one hand, a shipyard is a job that requires patience and meticulousness, and this bastard is really not suitable... On the other hand, his future has not yet taken shape, so everything is still possible. I don't want to make decisions for him."

"That's exactly what happened." Lancer's words made Maxwell nod his head. It was Lancer who made him feel at ease working here. Often, work is not about how much money you can earn, but whether you can provide a good mood for the client when working is also a very important thing. "I understand. I won't do anything extra. He should have his own ideas."

"Tell me what you want to talk to me about." Lancer looked at Maxwell in front of him. This old black man was not an honest man. He was willing to stay with him because he wanted to live freely and because he valued him.

"It's like this. Old Czech (the professional manager of the shipyard) asked me to discuss something with you. The scale of the factory has reached a limit. We need to add a pier and it would be better to build a small dock. Your business will definitely be better in the future. This requires some advance planning.

"You think my ship is taking up your space, don't you?" Lancer rolled his eyes, and Maxwell smiled, revealing his eight big teeth.

"I'm telling the truth, boss. This is just delaying your earning money."

"Go ahead and do it. If you don't buy it now, it will probably be bought by someone else."

"Ah? Someone is interested in this shabby place?"

"Aren't you?"

"Tsk!"

1-164 There has to be a little surprise when purchasing goods!

"Sir, please show me your ID." A soldier in a raincoat saluted Lancer and motioned for Lancer to take out his identification document.

"Thank you for your hard work. Here are my IDs." Lanser handed over the complete set of IDs that someone else had sent to him.

"Major Huang Bingde, welcome. Please wait a moment while I verify your identity." The soldier looked at Lancer's face carefully, then saluted Lancer and expressed his need to verify Lancer's identity.

"Please be quick, man. It's raining so hard that it's hard for anyone to bear." Lanser raised his eyebrows and said calmly.

"Okay." The soldier walked into the sentry box and quickly called the command center. The person on the other end of the phone looked at the empty list of scheduled visits today, shrugged, and immediately gave a positive answer. Lancer's identity was immediately confirmed. Major Huang Bingde, who was affiliated with the Logistics Special Management Group of the Forward Deployment Command Post under the Asia-Pacific Command of the Ministry of National Defense, did have a visit registration today. As for why it was so late, no one cared.

When he first got this identity, Lancer complained about it, and directly suspected that his partner had made up such a long string of titles just to confuse the Sentinel, and then almost forgot what he wanted to do after the other party finished reading it. In fact, it turned out that doing so did have some effect.

"Come in, Major." The sentry decisively refused to read out Lancer's title. After returning Lancer's identity information to Lancer, he raised the fence and motioned Lancer to go in.

"The defense is tight on the outside but loose on the inside. There is almost no decent defense." The agent glanced at the situation in the entire base and frowned. If the advanced humanoids made by the Iron Blood Works were here, only a few of them would be enough to wipe out this place.

"Because this is the mainland of the United States, the base of the world's largest country, and getting in here is completely impossible in the eyes of most people." Lanser said with a smile, "It is also thanks to them that we can get in here so easily and take away what we want, isn't it?"

"Smith, I'll go down and pick up Lan... Mr. Huang Bingde." An officer in the command room looked at the cars turning the corner below, and he simply greeted the guy behind him. It was obvious that this other officer was also one of their own. After hearing who was coming, he actually nodded with a smile and signaled his colleague to hurry up.

After going downstairs, the officer took out a tactical flashlight, pressed it twice quickly, and then pressed it twice again after a while. This was the simplest way to confirm with Lancer that there were no changes on his side, everything was normal, and he could start preparing for the transaction.

"Tommy, it's you, the unlucky guy again?" Lanser said with a smile. Normally, he had two contacts, but he didn't know why the two people he had contacted recently were both this unlucky guy in front of him.

"Because I'm going through a divorce lawsuit, Jason sympathizes with me." Tommy lowered his shoulders. What happened happened, it was not complicated. In order to afford a good lawyer, he needed a lot of money, so he took the initiative to take on this kind of troublesome matter. Fortunately, his friends all knew his situation and agreed to let him do it.

"Got it!" Lanser nodded. John and the others who were getting off the car behind him looked at each other, sighed and stopped talking. It was painful to talk too much. "Let's go! Let's see what we have this time?" Lanser signaled the people in front of him to lead the team. The speed of purchasing this time must be fast, because since entering the door, Lanser always has a sense of familiarity, which is not good news.

Because of the memory of multiple worlds, all the places that left a deep impression were "feng shui treasures". And without exception, these feng shui treasures were not good places to stay for a long time.

Tommy got into Lancer's car and took Lancer to a warehouse. After opening the door, the things inside were piled up in a somewhat messy manner. "Although it is a high-level warehouse, it is difficult to store valuable things. Once discovered, they will be hunted all over the world, so you probably don't want them. These are some good things."

"List?" Lanser glanced at the people around him.

"It's impossible to have that kind of stuff. There are basically Stingers, Javelin, AT4, and dozens of night vision goggles. Of course, there are also some machine guns, rifles, and matching accessories." Having said this, Tommy suddenly fell silent and looked at Lancer.

"Damn... I've killed a lot of real vampires, so why would I be afraid of a fake one like you?" Lanser smiled and shook his head. It was a traditional part that Lanser was very familiar with. This bastard asked for extra money, and then he would reveal to Lanser the location of some good things.

Lancer opened his palm behind his back and gestured with the first knuckle of his middle finger, which represented weight, 100 grams, the next knuckle was 500, and the fingertips represented one kilogram. Then he clenched his fist and opened it again, with 5 fingers.

Fei Ma came over and shook hands with Lan Se. Five heavy yellow croakers fell into Lan Se's palm. Lan Se tickled Fei Ma's palm and teased her. Fei Ma pinched Lan Se with a smile on her face, then turned around and returned to her original position.

Lancer gently put the small gold bar in Tommy's pocket. Tommy didn't say anything, and took Lancer and the others to a corner of the warehouse. Then he turned his head slightly to signal, and then turned to go out. There are some things he can't say, really can't say, after all, if it is a pretext, it will be a damnable treason. He is here to make money, not to go to jail.

"Open it and see if there will be any trouble." Lanser twitched his mouth. He had a bad feeling.

"It's an exoskeleton... It seems to be the product that failed in the bidding." M4 took a quick look at it after opening it. She turned around and motioned SOPII to come over and check the exoskeleton. In terms of technology, SOPII is absolutely trustworthy.

"It's a very old design... Oh, I forgot, it's now 08. As expected, it's from Stark Industries. The continuous combat time is only... 3 and a half hours. Is that a joke? Do you want to fight with a power cord plugged into your butt?" SOPII started to criticize this experimental exoskeleton model that might be worth millions of dollars.

"It looks like the five gold bars were wasted?" Fei Ma put her hands on her hips. Although the American military uniform she was wearing made her figure look less enchanting, it was still very good.

"No... no..." Lanser laughed. "It just so happens that taking them with us will be one of the starting points for us to establish an arms company in Colombia. As for how to make it happen later, that is not our business. After all, we have to respect Ivan's ideas at that time."

After Ivan confirmed that Lancer would cover his father's medical expenses, he flew to Columbia. When Lancer returned to his base, he should have gotten off the plane. I think, with some of Chkalov's port technology leaked out, the future of this company may not be impossible to compete with Stark Industries in some areas, especially since Stark himself is still talking nonsense with Obaday.

"John!" Lancer turned back to the leader of his crew.

"Just load as much as you can into the car! Anyway, someone will pay a fixed price for this trip." Lanser said with a smile.

"Yes! Take a look before moving. Missiles come first! Then heavy weapons! Get to work!" John shouted, and a crew member sitting next to a forklift at the edge of the warehouse immediately turned the steering wheel, turned around, shoveled up a batch of Javelin missiles that they had already placed, and left. These missiles were hot-selling products in the arms market because of their fire-and-forget feature.

Of course, the Lancer crew has just checked it and found that it is an early model that has been in service during their service period. It is not unusable, but it is not as convenient to use as the new model now, and its anti-interference ability is not as strong.

But it doesn't matter. Lancer's customers generally don't mind these things. They want to fight a bad war, so there will be no interference. They can just bomb them. It is estimated that Ains will take most of these missiles.

"Hey, buddy! Do you want me to introduce you to a lawyer? Even though he's not a professional divorce lawyer, his professional level is very solid. It's just..." Lancer walked to the door and handed a cigarette to Tommy who was leaning there in a daze.

"What is it?" Tommy took the cigarette, lit it, and then helped Lancer light it. The two of them watched John and others loading various packaging boxes onto the car. They had already paid for them, so John and his friends just picked the expensive ones. The amount of high-quality goods in Lancer's hands would be greatly supplemented.

"Just don't mind that he's a blind man." Lancer took out a piece of paper with a smile, wrote down Matt Murdock's phone number with a pen and handed it over.

"Thank you, he will try his best, right?" Tommy frowned. He really did mind it a little bit. After all, for an American lawyer, it is very important to observe people's words and expressions because of the jury system. But a blind man obviously has great deficiencies in this regard.

"Don't worry, this guy is a good fighter. I'm harassed by the bastards from the dock workers' union all the time, but thanks to him, I haven't lost a penny." Lancer said with a smile.

"I see! I'll talk to him when I get back. I hope his fees aren't expensive." Tommy was a little surprised. After all, no matter what kind of union it is, the one thing that stands out is that they are difficult to deal with. But this lawyer was able to deal with them, which was amazing.

"Commander, someone is passing through the gate and entering the base."

"Hmm? Can Haruta tell who it is?"

"Looks like they're here to get supplies... No! The base is being invaded."

“Awesome!”

1-165 Maximizing Benefits

"Don't be stupid. They are professional special forces. You will die if you go up there! The command platform has been occupied." Lancer grabbed Tommy who wanted to go up and fight. It seems that the other side has no intention of occupying the entire base. We just need to hide there.

As usual, when Chuntian entered the base, she and AR15 jumped onto a nearby house to observe the surrounding environment. They even hacked into the surveillance system and changed the picture to the previous one.

"...Damn it! I'll be fired or even retired dishonorably!" Tommy was holding a pistol, which was the M1911 elite version given by Lancer. He was a little confused and said that he didn't want to lose his job now, because only with this job could he make "big money".

"I'll shoot you in a minute, and then you can just pretend to faint." Lanser shrugged. It was the US military that was unlucky, not him. Lanser was just a buyer, and he happened to encounter such an unlucky thing. Why should he risk his life for the US military? And what was the reason for him to risk his life?

If it was really the development that he knew, a group of Navy SEALs, his current combat power, would not need to be sold to others, and the female warrior alone could solve all of them! But there is a very realistic problem, now Lancer's current deadly identity cannot be seen in the light! Otherwise, he will not be able to explain all this later! Why did he appear in this damn base at this damn time!

"Can you make the guard shut up? If not..." Lansher sighed. The surveillance camera had already been reported damaged by the person next to him. Because the new camera has not been installed yet, there is no picture here. So the only person Lansher needs to worry about is the sentry he met when he entered the door before.

There is no doubt that today's incident will definitely break out in this base, and then this sentinel will definitely be questioned, and Lancer... Oh, the news that Major Huang Bingde of the Asia-Pacific Command has been here will definitely be asked, but! There is no record of this base's visitor record! Aha! ...I am in big trouble.

"What should we do now?" Tommy glanced at the control tower in the distance. The lights inside were off. If he looked closely, he could still see two zip lines. There was no doubt that something had gone wrong. Gritting his teeth, Tommy simply asked Lancer for advice.

"It's simple. If you're timid, just charge out. The other party is indeed committing treason, so they can't take the blame. My people will shoot you, and then you just have to play dead." Lancer tilted his head, "If you're brave, you can charge directly at Hammer. My people are very accurate with their guns, so you can rest assured. Maybe your rank of major can be improved. In addition, being a hero who defends American interests should also be a plus in the lawsuit."

"Okay! Let your men be more steady!" I don't know

What touched Tommy? He decisively chose the second method. Then he walked to the door with his gun in hand, took a few deep breaths, and then rushed out.

"Springfield..." Lancer tapped the headset. "Remember to save his life. Also, when you take action, AR15, I'll trouble you with the sentry."

"Darling, I understand!" Chuntian took off the waterproof cover from his gun and loaded the bullet into the chamber! The black iron sight pointed faintly in the air in a certain direction. "My hands are very steady, don't worry."

"Understood!" AR15 also pointed the gun at the sentry. It was indeed not a good opportunity at this time of heavy rain and thunder.

"Put your hands up! Who are you? This is a secret warehouse. It cannot be opened without the approval of the Joint Chiefs of Staff!" Tommy, who was struggling in the corner, finally took a deep breath, took out his gun, jumped out, and pointed at the people surrounded by a large group of soldiers when he saw the other party was about to open the highest level secret warehouse.

"Click..." As the green light popped up on the card machine in front of the door, the legendary American special operations general, Brigadier General Fran Hammer, turned his head and looked at the officer who seemed to be doing his duty. "I am Brigadier General Hammer. I am inspecting this base, including this warehouse."

"General... I recognize the card in your hand... This is not a visitor's card!" Tommy pointed at Hammer and said excitedly.

"..." Hammer narrowed his eyes and took a deep breath. A group of soldiers behind him quickly spread out, pointed their guns at the officer in front of them, and yelled at Tommy to put down his gun.

"Hey... Frank! I hope you didn't sleep so soundly." Lancer said with a smile.

"Little bastard! How can you not take care of the poor sleep of an old man? I just lay down, but you are definitely not here to talk to me about Playboy or Penthouse cover girls, so what's the matter?"

"Actually, we can talk about it." Lancer sat on the packaging box of the Javelin missiles. They were destined to return with a full load today, and maybe it didn't necessarily have to be these damn munitions.

"Get lost! How many do you want? As long as you're not afraid of being beaten to death by your girls! I'll introduce you to some. A truckload of them will do. For God's sake, don't keep me in suspense!" Frank Underwood was a very cunning man. How could he not know that this bad guy, Lancer, must be holding onto something that was very dangerous and was showing off here?

"Well, do you know General Hammer? He should be the one in the navy." Lancer asked lightly, without any emotion at all.

"Hammer? Frank Hammer?! No, no, no... little bastard, this is a hero, a hero who no longer belongs to this era, so no matter what you want to say, you'd better be sure." Frank Underwood was stunned. He had heard the name Lancer called out many times. The other party was an excellent general. He often appeared when the president decided to carry out special attacks on a certain place. He also gave military advice many times when high-level decisions were made. Underwood was impressed by him.

"Really? You have a good relationship with him?" Lanser was very surprised to hear the old man's praise. This guy is not Irons and is relatively emotional, so Lanser felt somewhat surprised to hear good words from him.

"No, no, no, it seems you misunderstood what I meant. My opinion is that no matter what you want to do, it's better for you to prepare a more complete chain of evidence." Frank's mouth bone cracked, and his face was full of ecstasy. "So, reveal the mystery, bastard!"

"He attacked the US Army's warehouse, the confidential one. Oh... shots were fired." Lancer exclaimed in a pretentious manner. Amid the thunder, Springfield was pulling the bolt to extract the shell. A shell flew out of the magazine, spun in the air, and fell into the water.

Not far away, Tommy was looking at the blood bursting from his chest with an expression of disbelief, and then slowly fell to the ground. His pupils also had an expression of disbelief at General Hammer!

"Who told you to fire! Who!?" Hammer roared. He couldn't believe what was happening before his eyes. An officer who was loyal to his duty was actually shot and killed by his own people.

"General..." An officer beside Hammer stopped Hammer and said, "We don't have time to be sentimental here. Time is running out..."

"Damn it..." Hammer pondered for a moment and sighed, "Do it as soon as possible! Be careful not to have any more unnecessary sacrifices! Also, help him stop the bleeding, at least to delay it for a while."

"Yes!" The officer nodded and went to execute the order. Then two soldiers ran over, took out bandages and gave the officer who was still vomiting blood a simple bandage, and dragged him to the side to shelter from the rain. They didn't do anything more. On the other side, the sentry whose head was shot was dragged into a corner by AR15 and hidden.

"Hurry up! Be careful, we need enough missiles!" Hammer gave orders loudly! "Two people in a group, don't let anything unexpected happen!"