Marvel Space and Time Administration Growth Log

"This is really an unexpected evening. Benny, Locke, you didn't participate in the battle. Levi, you suffered heavy losses because of your participation. But at least you contributed, so I'll give you 1 as well." Touching his bald head, Dutch simply stated the distribution of profits with reason and evidence.

"Don't we need to count it? Or check the money or something." Locke watched Lancer and the others return to the Griffin freighter via the gangway, and looked at Dutch who just silently accepted the money with some surprise.

"Locke, this is what you don't understand. This guy won't play tricks on these little things. The money that is to be deducted is probably deducted directly and openly. Let's go, it's time to go back! Dutch! It's your turn to treat us to drinks tonight!" Levi didn't mind that her dividend was deducted to only a fraction. It was already a very good gain to get $1. It might not be easy to earn such a sum of money at ordinary times. Often they might only earn a total of $ in a trip.

It's about 20,000 or 30,000 US dollars, and that's just a small amount of

"Let's go, we really should go for a drink. We almost got into trouble today that we can't solve." Dutch smiled and stroked his shiny head. To be honest, when he saw Levi being held down just now, his heart sank. If Lancer hadn't spoken quickly, he would have had to raise his gun. Every boss must protect his own people no matter what.

But by that time, things would not be so simple. Lancer would definitely ask Dutch for an explanation. Dividends? Feeding fish in the sea is possible. It was worth celebrating to be able to get hundreds of thousands like now. "Levi, if you do this again next time, I will turn around and leave!"

"Next time I meet these big guys, I will behave myself." Levi raised her hand to indicate that she would do so next time.

The four people from the Black Lagoon Chamber of Commerce returned to their torpedo boat. Dutch smiled and knocked on a dozen crates in the cabin. Inside were neatly stacked yellow little cuties. Of course, they were not gold, but little demons of various calibers that could easily take anyone's life. This trip was quite rewarding, wasn't it?

"By the way, why didn't they take the painting away?" Locke looked puzzled. "Didn't they say that this painting is very valuable?"

"They found the list of names, took photos and put them back. There are so many people watching the things in here. Not just any family can eat them." Benny answered Locke's question. Young people should not think too simply. These sodium crisp inheritances are not something that just any family can touch.

"So for us, this deal ends when we send this painting!" Levi lit a cigarette, "Locke, why don't you wear the shirt I bought for you? You only wear this white one all day long."

"It's so ugly!" Locke shook his head and refused.

"What did you say!" Levi yelled.

"It's really a terrible day." Dutch sat in his seat, ignoring the two people making a fuss in the back, with a speechless expression on his face, but after thinking for a while, "Finally the result is not bad, the result is good, everything is good." Start the engine, push the operating lever, and the speedboat began to move forward under the propulsion of the engine.

The two ships left from both sides of the survey ship, but the Griffin and the Black Reef Chamber of Commerce's torpedo boat headed in different directions. Lancer planned to follow his own agreement and go to the Philippines to rest and give the animals on the ship a holiday.

"John, I have good news for you." Lancer walked into his crew's lounge carrying a can of beer and a big bag of peanuts. In order to avoid the boss and his girls who were always showing off their love, these guys lived on the first floor, leaving an entire floor empty for Lancer and his crew.

"Boss? Wanna play cards together?" John looked at his boss very happily. After taking the beer and peanuts, John took the initiative to invite his boss to play. Lanser shook his head. If he played with these bastards, he would lose more than he won if he didn't ask the girls for help. Why should he give them money? "We will be able to dock in Manila around noon. After unloading the cargo, you can go ashore and play for two days."

"That sounds good." John was stunned. They could play for two days? Today, they each received nearly 20,000 US dollars in dividends. It can be said that they made a lot of money, but things didn't seem to be that simple. "Boss, but you are smiling evilly. Is there anything else... Oh, no! Damn it, we don't have any other goods!"

"Yeah! Those CIA bastards came over here following the smell, and then they were very happy to hear that we had these things on our ship, and they planned to buy them all!" Lancer said with a smile, a very satisfied expression on his face.

Just now, he had just returned to his captain's room, planning to hug his mother and then have a good sleep with his head resting on her thighs, when Chuntian knocked on the door and came in. While Lancer was looking confused, he handed the satellite phone to Lancer.

"Lance." An old white man called Lancer on the phone.

"Wow, wasn't it Shankrati who contacted me? How come you, a big shot, called me all of a sudden?" Lanser said with some surprise, "Bookman from the CIA, how can I help you?"

"I heard that a batch of weapons on your ship were returned." The other party said lightly.

"These fake nuns are really good at talking." Lanser rolled his eyes. The business and territory of Roanapura were basically divided up, but Lanser could bring in a large amount of arms without angering the monastery that sold the arms. Why? It was because Lanser was barely their independent partner, so there was still some face. These days, if you don't have a background, you can't do anything to make a living outside.

"Huh, so?" BookMan didn't say much. Although Lancer was somewhat greedy, greed was good! He could easily drive him to do things.

"That's not all. We ran into a group of thugs on the road. As a good man with a sense of justice, I had to add some things to my inventory. I've sent the list to your email address. Take a look for yourself." Lancer gestured to Chuntian, then quietly pressed her little finger. This little action signaled Chuntian to hide a little and not sell it all out in one breath.

"This is

Is it really just a bunch of idiots?" BOOKMAN opened his mailbox, took a look, and frowned.

"Yes, I threw them all into the sea to feed the fish. What, are you interested?" Lanser said with a smile.

"I see the label. Wait a minute..." BOOKMAN saw a picture that was obviously taken for him. "Very good. It was purchased from a country in Eastern Europe. This is great. I want all of them."

BOOKMAN was very satisfied with this unexpected situation. The place where the information leaked out could clear them completely. Even if there was an investigation afterwards, it would be the people in Europe who were unlucky. This was very good. Moreover, such heavy firepower could play a role at the critical moment, but the quantity was not too much. It was just enough to cause a headache, but not to make people despair. It was very suitable for their original intention of hitting the opponent.

"This is not a small number. Are you sure you want them all?" Lancer was a little surprised. There were hundreds of firearms of various lengths, even machine guns and grenade launchers. To put it bluntly, in some small countries, these were enough to start a rebellion.

"Yes, all of them! The money has been transferred to your account." As he spoke, Chuntian nodded to Lancer, then pressed Lancer's thumb. Ci'ai'an placed a large order for "humanitarian supplies" with Lancer through a series of NGOs. Apparently, the free world's democracy is about to start gaining points again!

"Not far. I'll be there soon to pick up the goods."

"Manila."

"Is it such a big deal?"

"You don't need to know."

1-16 Connectors

"Hey, isn't this the respected Asian Operations Director Mr. Scarecrow? Why do you look so gloomy?" Lanser looked at a white man who was waiting to receive the goods at the dock with a smile on his face.

"Shut up..." Scarecrow said unhappily while looking at the crew member who was hoisting cargo from the ship. He said that he and Lancer didn't get along with each other since the first time they met. He wanted to force Lancer to do something for him without paying, but he didn't expect Lancer to ignore him. The two sides had a small fight, but what was the result...

The Scarecrow is still the Scarecrow, and Lancer is still Lancer. There seems to be no change, but those who know the inside story all have a certain degree of respect for Lancer. After all, a national institution of a superpower, although it does not represent the country's entire power, is not something that an ordinary person can deal with, unless there are other national institutions behind it.

In fact, Bookman, who was more advanced than Scarecrow, extended an olive branch to Lancer. Whether as a hidden chess piece or a force that could be used, Bookman stopped Scarecrow's subsequent actions against Lancer, even though Scarecrow felt that he was about to catch up with Lancer and would definitely win this time! A destroyer, what are you fighting with me for!

But BOOKMAN was very clear about one thing, that the few men Scarecrow had prepared seemed not enough for Lancer's subordinates to have a meal. Unless he could mobilize the elite special forces of the US military, Scarecrow would basically be in big trouble facing the ruthless arms dealers.

What interests BOOKMAN the most is the conflict between Lancer himself and SHIELD. SHIELD seemed to be planning to ask him for something, but Lancer refused without hesitation. The two sides even almost broke out in a firefight. In the end, a senior agent stopped it all (Sitwell: This scene is so tiring to act).

However, as a virtue of a competitor, Bookman directly extended an olive branch to Lancer, and Lancer did not refuse the generous conditions offered by Bookman (becoming a foreign aid agency of the CIA, providing support within its capacity, and if the CIA has demand for Lancer's goods, it will have priority purchasing rights. Of course, the price is negotiable).

"Aren't the goods you have on hand a bit too rich..." The Scarecrow looked at the list and was a little surprised. Everything else was fine, even rifle grenades and rocket launchers, which were never scarce among those who ran this business, but anti-tank missile launchers...this was something that was somewhat controlled, not to mention three sets of launchers and a full six TOW anti-tank missiles. Wow, that was a bit too much stuff.

"An unexpected gift, a friendly sponsorship from a bunch of losers from 70 years ago." Lancer smiled and said nothing more. He was not interested in what was going to happen in the Philippines. The so-called war against illegal drugs launched in the Philippines recently, in a sense, was targeting... weren't they the customers of Ci'ai'an?

It’s a sin, it’s a sin. Since you don’t understand Buddhism and don’t follow me, I can only come to save you.

"70 years ago?" The scarecrow was stunned. As a senior employee of Ci'ai Temple, he naturally knew something about the situation. These dead species from years ago were not only a specialty of Europe, but also in the United States. Once upon a time, everyone hated them. However, as time passed, now, in the United States, they are also blooming everywhere after various skins.

After all, the biggest survivors, in a sense, may be the main force constituting the American institutions responsible for these messes.

"Okay, your job is done, get out of here!" Scarecrow said viciously. Dozens of assault rifles, hundreds of thousands of bullets, a large number of rockets and explosives, and even some heavy weapons that can fight against regular troops are enough for him to stir up a huge wave. Now he is ready to fight.

We must do something big to show all the younger brothers in the United States what will be the fate of those who betray their big brother!

"My ship will stay here for two days, and my guys will rest on the island for a while. Don't worry, we're just here to relax. You've almost bought all the goods on my ship, and I don't have the energy to mess with you." Lancer looked at the scarecrow's expression which suddenly became very ugly, and felt a little bit overjoyed.

"You bastard! Shankrati, keep an eye on him! Wherever this guy goes, you go!" The scarecrow said fiercely, "How long do you plan to stay?"

"One day to replenish water, two days to rest, one day to go shopping." Lancer simply said. Scarecrow asked this question, obviously intending to understand Lancer's activity pattern and not to have any unexpected conflicts with Lancer. After all, the result of the last collision left a deep impression on him. Now his superiors saw this guy's terrifying mobility and forbade him to continue to mobilize forces after negotiating with him, leaving him with no place to retaliate after suffering heavy losses.

"Keep an eye on him!" The Scarecrow turned around and said coldly to a woman, then turned and left.

"Oh~ The person who was in the way just now was here, Shankrati, so I didn't say much to you. Do you have any restaurant recommendations? I'm planning on going for a big meal with my crew, and it'd be best if we don't go too far from the dock." Lancer's smile was very kind. Obviously, his attitude towards this pair of funny superiors and subordinates was completely different. After all, Shankrati was a very cute girl, and a very capable one at that.

Of course, the most important thing is that this little girl's habits are also very CIA-specific. As long as the money is in place, she can help you do a lot of things. From collecting intelligence, tracking investigations, and even selling stolen goods and money laundering, in short, there are many ways. If Lanser didn't want to tie himself completely to the CIA, Lanser must say that no matter what dirty things the CIA does, its professionalism is amazing.

"Oh! I know, I know! There is a Thai restaurant and a Chinese restaurant nearby, the food is very good! But it's a little expensive!" As a foodie who can't gain weight, Shanklatti immediately raised her hand happily, saying that she knew the answer to this question! And I have a very good suggestion! Her action made the scarecrow, who was not far away, look gloomy.

"It just so happens that the boss in front of you has just made a lot of money from your colleagues." Lanser said in a "low" voice with a smile. The scarecrow not far ahead paused, and then his steps became noticeably heavier, obviously having heard it.

"Hahaha... Mr. Lancer is so mean." Shankrati naturally knew the story between her boss and Lancer. She witnessed the whole process of Scarecrow using intimidation and inducement to make various forces send out their attackers. Then these attackers disappeared one after another as if they had fallen into a black hole. Finally, in the lair of this force, after an explosion a few nights later, it became a ruin.

"We are all familiar with each other, so let's not play dumb. If I say nothing and communicate with your boss with a smile, what will your boss think of? Miss Shankrati?" Lancer smiled, and the girls behind Lancer also smiled, and the crew members who just got off the ship also smiled. Shankrati looked at the guys in front of him and immediately understood what Lancer meant.

Yes, the grudge between them is really big. If it weren't for BOOKMAN's suppression, the two of them would probably have an earth-shaking exchange of fire when they meet now, which seems to be the way they should greet each other when they meet.

Shankrati smiled bitterly. His boss really had a very high talent for offending people, so high that it was shocking.

"So I'm a little hungry. Let's eat Chinese food. This should be more authentic Chinese food." Chuntian made a choice with a smile. SOPII behind her stuck out her tongue and always said that I was the commander's lackey! Chuntian, you are the one! You didn't say a word and just followed the commander's preferences. What do you mean by wanting to eat Chinese food? You know that Lanser doesn't like Thai food.

"Oh! Okay!" Shankrati agreed immediately. After all, for her, it was normal for whoever paid the bill to decide where to eat. Besides, it was already dinner time. Because the prices at that restaurant were not high and the food was delicious, people were probably lining up and calling numbers. If she went a little later, she might have to wait very late by the time she got in line for dinner.

"Let's go!" Lanser nodded, turned around and looked at a number of Middle Eastern faces coming down from a small fishing boat in the other direction, who seemed to be waiting for something at the dock.

Lanser's lips curled up. Apart from anything else, when Scarecrow was doing serious work, his efficiency was countless times more reliable than that of ordinary Americans, and the same was true for Shankrati in front of him.

A group of people walked into the restaurant in a mighty manner, and it was indeed already crowded. Not to mention the large tables that could seat more than a dozen people, even the small tables were empty.

"What should we do...should we change to another one?" Shankrati scratched his head as he looked at the scene in front of him. Ah, they would have to wait for a long time at least. It was really a bit late.

"Springfield, this is troublesome!" Lanser looked back at Springfield who had already taken a small bag from Fei's mother, and the corners of his mouth curled up. Waiting in line before eating is a rather annoying thing, but there is always a way to solve the problem, right?

"I see." Springfield gave Lancer

A brilliant smile, and in less than three minutes, Lancer and the others simply sat down in their seats.

"I've really seen how rich people behave!" Shankrati looked devastated. "It's really good to be rich! You don't even have to queue!"

"It's okay, it's okay." Lancer returned the order form to the waiter. They occupied two round tables, Shankrati and them at one table, and the guys next to them occupied another table.

"No, it's just that the power of the US dollar is more straightforward." Lancer smiled, and Chuntian directly caught the person whose number was called and said very politely, "They are about to set sail, and hope to taste the delicious food of this store," and then paid for the ticket.

"200 US dollars is enough for people here to live on for a week."

"The investigation is not rigorous. To put it simply, it is one month."

1-17 Preparation before the performance

"It's really a popular restaurant in the area! Whether the food is good or not, your tongue won't lie." M16 wiped her mouth. She didn't know what others thought, but she was very happy eating. Chinese food is about color, fragrance and taste. This restaurant is indeed at the level of having everything. And the most important thing is that the cost here is not high, so they can eat to their heart's content.

"Yeah!" Chuntian looked at the photo he had just uploaded on Instagram and instantly got hundreds of likes. Chuntian put away his phone happily and stuffed the lobster in front of him into his mouth.

It must be said that the price of seafood is really cheap in this port which is very close to the fishing ground. Although their commander is not short of money, every bit of money saved is a bit saved, thought Chuntian, who had a housekeeper mentality.

"Oh! It's really delicious." Fei's mother nodded, elegantly folded the tissue in her hand, and wiped Lansel's mouth.

"Hmm..." Shankrati on the opposite side was biting her napkin. She was so envious. As a foodie, a stomach as black hole-like as Zhifei's was definitely what she envied the most. And there was another key point. Shankrati just asked secretly whether Zhifei's mother did strenuous exercise every day. Otherwise, if she ate so much, her stomach would be shaped like a ball, right?

"Ah? Mother Fei? Well... I don't exercise much. Anyway, I just follow the commander every day." SOPII, who looked the happiest and most noisy, flashed a wise look, then stuffed the fried squid into her mouth while speaking carelessly.

Then Shankrati became like this. Jealousy made her ugly. She had a huge appetite! Their table was served three or four times. Thanks to Fei Ma, they ate almost all the dishes in this restaurant. Then one person finished four or five bowls of rice independently. Lancer beside Fei Ma basically kept serving rice to Grapes. Shankrati almost cried. She also wanted such a good appetite! And she wouldn't get fat!

"Boss! Let's go shopping!" When Lancer was swiping his credit card, John and the others came over to say hello. These guys couldn't wait to increase the revenue of the service industry in the Philippines.

"You guys." Lanser shook his head somewhat in a helpless manner. In Roanapura, they were not allowed to go to "YellowFlag" to have a good time. These guys were obviously full of grievances and had nowhere to vent. So at this time, they had lost their appetite. The restlessness in these animals kept burning in their hearts. Some store names and acquaintances' contact numbers kept circling in their minds. "Go, go, remember..."

"We understand!" John patted his bulging waist, which clearly contained a holster. "We will carry the holster well."

"Get out of here! You're an eyesore!" M16 raised her leg and kicked them. These guys are not good people at all. They play "you know" games with the commander all day long. Wouldn't this tempt the commander to be distracted? In the end, it is likely that the ones who benefit are not these guys, but Feima, who stays with the commander all day long.

The group of soldiers walked away laughing. They had no intention of trying the iron fists of the girls surrounding the boss. They could not beat them at all.

"Shall we go to the commercial street?

"Latti, do you have any other plans next?" Lanser asked with a smile. According to what the scarecrow said just now, if Shanklatti in front of him wanted to keep an eye on him, wouldn't it be perfect for him to eat, drink and wander around with him?

"Although what Scarecrow said is very nice, I only have two hours of free time at most." Shankrati said, glancing at his watch. "Oh! Holy shit! It's already this late. I have to rush to the hotel immediately! I also have to teach a group of amateur players."

"Oh? There is also emergency training before the game!?" Lanser tilted his head with an amused look on his face. Ci'ai An had done a lot of bad things over the years. Before, Ci'ai An had a minor setback. Although the matter was prosperous for a long time, it did not achieve the original goal of Ci'ai An at all. Instead, it was almost massacred later.

"Yes! I'm leaving first, sorry." Shankrati grabbed her bag and rushed out. She had to go back to the embassy to get her information before going to provide preliminary training to these amateur players. After all, even though there was a manual, there were some really insidious moves that they could not possibly write directly on it.

"To be honest, Shankrati is a nice person, but the job he does is hard to like." RO635 put down his chopsticks and complained softly.

"Hey!" SOPII snickered. We are also doing odd jobs for them~RO, you are poking the commander in the foot~Don't you want your time tonight?

"If they ever fight for the future of mankind, then this timeline must be wrong and should be corrected." Lanser shook his head. RO was actually telling the truth. He entered this industry by accident, so he had done enough dirty things. But he had to admit that the CIA had at least done one thing, and that was fairness! Because they did things regardless of whether they were domestic or foreign, the DEA had a lot of fights with Ci'ai'an every year.

"Commander, I..." RO635's face flushed instantly, and he suddenly realized that his complaints seemed to have affected his commander as well. As an arms dealer, he really couldn't say that he had a conscience. However, after staying in the United States for a long time, Lancer also understood a little bit about the necessity of everyone carrying a gun...

However, they also knew that their commander did not want to stay in the CIA for long. After all, the CIA, which was a help to them now, would inevitably become a constraint on them in the future. It was just that it was a little early to talk about that day now.

"It's okay, just get ready tonight!" Lanser winked at RO635, whose face seemed to get even redder amid the noise of the girls next to him. "Waiter, pay the bill!"

Because he was a big customer who had almost asked the warehouse manager to urgently notify the supplier to deliver food that night, he swiped his card to pay the bill of more than three thousand dollars under the waiter's excited eyes, then stood up and left.

"Uh-huh!" Sophie jumped into the sunlight, put her hands on her hips and turned around, "So now we're going to the market here to replenish some necessities?"

"There are indeed not many vegetables on the ship, and the commander's kettle is broken~" Chuntian smiled and reminded Lancer of his embarrassing incident. Although Fei Ma seemed to pamper Lancer at ordinary times, when he was playing, Fei Ma flattened the kettle into a ball with a smirk on her face. Lancer was so scared that he broke out in a cold sweat when he saw Fei Ma's eyes that said "the next one will be you".

"Let's go. There's a large supermarket very nearby according to the Google map. Let's go buy some things." Lanser said with a smile. He glanced at the map on his phone. It wasn't far, only a few hundred meters away. Lanser planned to walk over slowly with his girls after dinner to digest the food.

"I need to replenish my snacks and drinks as well!" She smiled and put her arm around Lansir's, with a happy expression on her face. Although she didn't have anything in particular she wanted to buy, she was very interested in shopping with Lansir. Besides, there were not so many small city shops full of life in the original world.

"I want one too. I need to buy a new drill! The small wrench fell into the sea! And..." Seeing an opportunity, SOPII jumped up and started to report her shopping list.

"Okay, make a shopping list, and then we'll split up and buy everything quickly and go back quickly." Lanser's eyes were fixed on a group of SUVs on the side of the road, because Manila is also a port city with people from all over the world, so it should not be surprising that there are more people from other places.

But as an arms dealer, Lancer couldn't help but take a second look at a team of Middle Eastern people with obviously strange looks in their eyes, mixed with a small number of white people, who were basically wearing pants made of wear-resistant cloth on the lower body and a combination of T-shirts and jackets on the upper body.

After all, what these guys exude is... the aura of "customers".

If Scarecrow hadn't just taken a large amount of munitions from him, and now the stock was empty, Lancer would have gone up to pass out some cigarettes and business cards. After all, he had stocks of everything from low-priced imitations from Peshawar to high-end imitations from a certain Eastern power, to all kinds of firearms produced by the American Springfield Armory (not the American state-owned one during World War II, which has collapsed). After all, in Fei Ma's space, Fei Ma herself didn't have much stuff, and the rest of the space was all used by Lancer to pile up his own goods, perfectly avoiding all kinds of inspections.

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"Oh...it looks like the time is very close." Following Lancer's line of sight, M16's lips curled up. They had naturally seen the people opposite them. At the same time, the girls began to screen out these villains brought by the CIA from the information they scanned and recorded.

"Middle East, Syria, 3 people."

"Middle East, Libya-related, D3, 28 people."

"Europe, Kosovo, unknown, 4 people." The girls quickly reported a bunch of verification results, all of which were mercenaries from various places and monks guarding the Ci'ai Temple.

"It seems that the leaders above are very angry about the betrayer!" Lanser smiled and shook his head, "But it doesn't matter to us. Let's go."