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"Yes!" the soldiers responded loudly.

"So, he killed a warehouse garrison officer and was moving some of the bullets from the warehouse... Hmm? The size of the bullet neck is very special."

"What is it? We don't know yet. I'll go check it out after they leave," Lancer said with a smile. It would be too fake to say VX directly.

"You bastard..." Lancer didn't say what he was going to do, but he said it all. "Don't go in. It would be bad if any surveillance camera caught you. The information you've given me now is enough! Enough!" Underwood jumped up from the bed with agility that was not consistent with his age, then rushed to the clothes rack and put on his clothes quickly. "One last question, the coordinates! Then you should leave quickly."

"I've sent it to you." Lancer was standing there watching the soldiers on the flatbed frantically moving things, and then he looked up at his crew members who were also frantically moving things. The people on both sides were like they were in a sports competition, madly stuffing things into each other's trucks. It was very magical, wasn't it? "Okay, I won't waste your time. I'm going to retreat. The rest is up to you. If you have any benefits later, remember to forget me."

"You little bastard! Your favor is meaningless!" Underwood, who had put on his coat, took a look at the coordinates, jumped into his car with excitement, hung up the phone, and rushed to his office. At the same time, he began to look at the various messages Lancer sent him. The photos Lancer sent him were making his face look ferocious with excitement. It must be said that this bastard handed him the trigger of a nuclear bomb. If he didn't use it properly, it would be a waste!

1-166 Big Trouble

"Are we really not going to take a look?" Through the images transmitted by the drone, the group of soldiers loaded the things into the car and prepared to leave. SOPII finally couldn't help but ask a question. After all, to Lancer, this base was almost like a treasure trove, and it was the kind that refreshed regularly.

But as long as they are not stupid, they will know that after today, they will probably completely lose this treasure trove, because there is no doubt that this base will be thoroughly investigated from top to bottom. AR15 and M16 have even just hacked into the computer system of this base, and are covering their whereabouts and checking the accounts. Then AR15 helped the other party to settle all the accounts that have not been settled over the years.

So whether it was the humanoids or the shipgirls, they were a little dissatisfied that Lancer only planned to move this little bit; especially in the warehouse next door, when it was clear that someone was taking the blame, why was he being so restrained? !

"No, what can we do if we take the things inside? New Era's warehoused goods?!" Lanser shook his head. Since the heavily guarded warehouse used an electronic door, it would not be more difficult for his girls to open it than to shout "Open Sesame". And then...

Then there is a high probability that Lancer will be dazed facing a warehouse full of deadly stuff. This stuff is not easy to sell and is not clean. If he is caught, the least that will happen is that his bank account will be frozen. Lancer is a free shipping businessman, not a glove of any country. Even if he has a good relationship with some dignitaries and intelligence agencies, it is not a glove.

Although BOOKMAN had calculated against himself before, he did put an opportunity to become a glove in front of Lancer. Many people might be scrambling to grab this opportunity. After all, for many arms dealers, even a little bit of money that slipped through Wuchang's fingers would be enough to kill small and medium-sized arms dealers like Lancer.

The circle of arms trade is so small, and some of the trajectory information of vehicles almost means that Lancer will be easily put on the list once he is exposed after the transaction, so Lancer made a very straightforward decision. So Lancer defined these high-risk weapons as "not much to earn, a lot of trouble, it's better to make money from Stark Industries' launchers.

"Send a message to that old man Ross. Since he has already started to muddy the water, don't be polite and be ruthless." Lanser's mouth curled up. Anyway, the information has been sold. Selling it to one company is fine, so what's wrong with selling it to more companies? !

"Then... should we call Irons? I think he will be interested in Hammer and his elite SEALs." Brother Sixteen curled his lips. His commander just didn't want to get involved in the dirty work, especially these political-related things. After all, General Hammer's behavior was rebellion, and the rebellious actions of this heroic general were, needless to say, a huge earthquake. This matter was going to be exciting.

"That's a good idea. Inform him, but don't make it clear. Just tell him to ask his brother about the details. Anyway, we only have a vague idea of ​​what happened right now."

"Okay!" M4 nodded and sent the message encrypted through a camouflage link. M4 and Lancer knew very well that both Irons and Ross would understand who informed them, but neither of them would look for Lancer to verify. As for why Lancer called Frank Underwood directly, didn't he need to keep it confidential?

Oh, come on! Isn't investigating this communication the same as investigating Frank? Give the FBI a chance! Will they go after the powerful people in the Democratic Party? ! Stop it! They are the real rulers of the United States! Do you think it is only the Democratic Party that wants to kill old baby Trump? ! Ha, ask the Republican establishment if they want to change their name to the Trump Party.

"Can we bypass their control area and leave through the front door?" Lanser tilted his head and glanced at M4 who was controlling the drone surveillance. If possible, it would be best for everyone to be at peace with each other. Lanser didn't want to be inexplicably

He got into a lot of trouble. Even if he had a good relationship with various intelligence organizations, he would most likely be able to get away with it safely.

But again, he came here to make money, so what's the big deal about paying out compensation! So Lancer simply chose to watch and not get involved, and what's wrong with the US government suffering a little? Isn't it reasonable? He is asked to uphold justice? Then who will uphold justice for these soldiers? Anyway, Hammer will not really drop missiles into New York residential areas, so why worry about it!

"Sorry, no, the enemy has controlled the main road, and we are also under their surveillance." M4 shook her head. She observed for several times. How could Hammer, a master of special warfare, leave any obvious blind spots? The several entrances and exits of the base have been the focus of surveillance by the enemy from the beginning, and so have the main roads in the base. Unless Lancer orders his wives to fight the enemy head-on, the probability of sneaking out is not low, but extremely low.

"Calculate the time required for the nearby American bases to come over, and see how much time this old guy has left to leave." Lancer curled his lips. M4's answer made Lancer lose the last bit of luck. It was really uncomfortable to face such a thoughtful old guy. Except for directly deploying a battleship as a breaking force like himself in another dimension, there seemed to be no other good opportunity.

However, once she was sure that she did not intend to recruit these SEALs, she would kill them all. For her, these guys hindered her actions, which was enough to constitute a capital crime. Even if she did not release the pair of mechanical dragons, it would only take a matter of time for her to turn the main battle tank into a chicken with her bare hands, not to mention the mortal SEALs.

"From the monitoring content of the neighbors next door, the nearby US military base has not discovered what happened in this base. It seems that even if they successfully escape from the base, the US Army will not know what happened." M4 monitored the data flow on the Internet and the communication lines in the base, but did not find any command to review the situation, and there was no movement.

"No one has leaked the news? They are all selfish guys." Lancer smiled and shook his head, mocking. After all, Irons and Frank might be understandable, but Ross, the old bastard, was in the military system. He pretended not to know after receiving the news. He couldn't say that he fell asleep and didn't check his phone. "There is no better way now. When they leave, we will leave too! Stay alert now. How is the situation in Springfield?"

"Yes!" The group nodded without saying anything. Since Lancer chose to pretend to know nothing in order not to expose his situation, Lancer's crew members immediately spread out and occupied several positions to defend after the transportation was completed. As long as the other party did not choose to rush to their side, they would naturally be happy and relaxed. If the other party rushed to them...

Well, it’s time for the seniors to teach the lovely juniors a lesson.

"Lance, your luck is as amazing as ever." The female warrior poked Lancer's waist with a smile, "No one has the intention to save you! You are really good friends."

"We are all adults. I was able to pass on the message so leisurely. They naturally knew that my safety was not a problem." Lanser shook his head, pinched the female warrior's cheek, and then leaned back and fell into Fei Ma's arms. "And if they want to save me, such a long distance will become a chasm."

"But Ross has a base nearby." This was a refutation from Brother Sixteen.

"How close is this?!" Lanser frowned. If it was really close, then he would have to be more careful. After the incident broke out, the military vehicles would definitely be the subject of strict inspection. Although the warehouse he had prepared for a makeover was not far away, it was still a little far away, and it would take time to make a makeover. If he was quickly surrounded, it would be difficult to deal with.

After all, this is the time to be serious. Even if they don't kill anyone without letting them go, they will definitely exaggerate everything. The end result is that even if the guys above don't abandon themselves and continue to protect themselves, they can't make it too obvious.

"The helicopter flight takes half an hour." Brother Sixteen spread his hands.

"200 kilometers..." Lanser looked down at the video. The helicopter can only track. It is obviously unrealistic to rely on helicopters to block the enemy, so they still have to rely on infantry. "Minus them, there are probably only a few minutes at most, and it will take us more than an hour to reach our destination. Time is tight." Lanser smacked his dry lips, "What's their progress?"

"The cover has already been put up!" M4 said softly, "We will evacuate in ten minutes! How do you think?"

"Okay!" Lanser nodded. "Oh, by the way, I almost forgot about such a stage, how can we miss them?"

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Sitwell yawned, looked at the computer document in front of him, rubbed his temples, took a sip of strong coffee, and tried to cheer himself up, but he hadn't slept for several days and his mental state was extremely bad.

"Tick..." The sound of the information arriving caused

His attention.

"Ok?"

"Bang!"

1-167 Pursuit

"What happened?" As soon as the elevator door opened, Rumlow, who happened to be on duty today, was grabbed out by Sitwell, who then dragged him to the tactical intelligence room of SHIELD. Looking at Sitwell's serious and somewhat ferocious expression, Rumlow frowned, leaned over and whispered, "Has the situation become so bad?! Where has it been exposed?!"

"Shut up, a special forces unit of the US military has rebelled for unknown reasons, and they seem to have something deadly in their hands!" Sitwell glared at Rumlow, who looked puzzled. "You idiot! How can you say that?! Do you know what a deadly place this is! SHIELD! Although there are many of our own people...

"A special forces unit rebelled? What does that have to do with us?" Rumlow's face suddenly became indifferent. The special forces unit of the US military rebelled. Come on, there are so many messed up things that the military leaders of all sizes have done. Although they are all wearing the skin of the US military, these bastards basically do their own things. Among them, Ross, who has a good relationship with Lancer, is one of them, and he is also the more serious one. Rebellion is a big deal? They have also done a lot of shootings of auditors sent by the Ministry of Defense.

To be honest, this is the internal turmoil of the US military itself, and it has nothing to do with SHIELD. Why are they so nervous? Even if they need to quell the rebellion, it will not be the turn of SHIELD people. The US military will send people to solve it themselves, so Rumlow was no longer anxious.

"The one who led the rebellion was Hammer!" Sitwell said speechlessly, "Aren't you taking this matter too lightly?"

"Hammer? Fran Hammer?! Brigadier General?!" Rumlow looked at Sitwell in shock, "Are you kidding me? He will rebel!? What happened?"

"I don't know. I just know that he just broke into the US military's own confidential warehouse and stole a batch of deadly things. Now Ross has just rushed into the base with a group of people and sent out an interception force." Sitwell shook his head.

"Damn this guy's rebellion! As long as he wants, the entire United States will be defenseless?! Why are we wasting time here!" Rumlow grabbed Sitwell and started running. When they broke open the tactical intelligence room, they heard several hurried footsteps behind them, obviously they were all the people who had just been called.

"Rumlow, how many people can be dispatched immediately?!" Nick Fury, who was standing in front of the screen, asked without turning his head when the two of them rushed in.

"Two understaffed crisis response teams. If the time is extended to two hours, six crisis response teams can be assembled immediately..." Rumlow took a deep breath after he finished speaking, "But Director, I'm not pessimistic... Our teams are not enough to go head-to-head with General Hammer's elite troops."

"...You're right. A platoon of General Ross tried to stop them, but they broke through. Although they tried their best to show mercy, people have died." Nick Fury said simply, and that was all he had to say. The situation changed when a lot of people died.

Now, this long-renowned special operations commander of the US military has unsheathed his sword and started to bleed! "So, now can you tell me, can these people stop them, or even delay them?"

"..." Rumlow looked at Nick Fury in front of him. The expression on his face should be called "desperation". He took a deep breath, "I think... if we get enough support, we can probably delay the enemy. But the premise is that when we rush over, the enemy will have consumed a lot of ammunition, and many people will be injured."

"That's a bit much... Don't worry, we won't confront them." Nick Fury touched his chin, looked at Rumlow in front of him, and shook his head. "Although Sitwell got the news through his own channels..." Nick Fury looked at Sitwell for a while, "very timely, but it's too late for us to solve the problem at the early stage of the incident."

After saying this, Nick Fury looked at the real-time updated intelligence on the screen and squinted his glasses. The US military was constantly expanding, trying to form a large encirclement, "Yes, no one can stop him now, and Ross's pursuit has probably reached its limit." Nick Fury stood up, "Now what we have to do is to keep an eye on all the fatal places and figure out what they took away. We can't let these things surprise us in the most fatal way."

The American troops that were deployed were basically from General Ross's troops. Although these troops were dispatched by helicopters, these soldiers were basically all recruits who had just finished their training. They were no match for the Navy SEALs, who had always represented the sharp knife in the dark of the United States. After two teams were defeated in a short period of time, the soldiers in the team cried and called for their mothers. Ross, who was chasing after them, was so angry that he was about to explode, but he also knew that it was not the soldiers' fault.

Obviously, they had trained hard, and they had tried hard to fight, but they were almost overwhelmed from their simple defensive positions in an instant! And most of them were spared because of the other side's mercy!

The battle ended quickly, and the SEALs shot and wounded the recruits accurately.

After depriving the enemy of their combat effectiveness almost instantly, they would actually bandage the wounds of those with more serious injuries and even comfort the other party. However, they would generally warn these soldiers not to pursue them anymore, as they did not have much time and it was almost time to get serious.

As things developed to this point, Ross was furious to find that the morale of his troops was easily defeated by the opponent's seemingly light move. Although he could still order his subordinates to attack by force, how much combat effectiveness could his subordinates exert in this way! ? Sending them to die in vain?

Unlike Lancer, Ross, as a senior military official, recognized those missiles as deadly things when he saw Lancer's photo. A spoonful of horrible poison could easily kill thousands of people. Ross was afraid to use heavy weapons, and he didn't even dare to use the machine guns on the helicopters. If one of them was damaged, it would be a big joke!

So Ross found himself with a group of new recruits who had just finished training at the boot camp to chase a group of SEALs?! And they couldn't use heavy weapons!? Oh, damn, this is really a deadly joke!

"Hammer!" Ross turned on the radio communicator for the first time.

"Rose? I didn't expect you to be the first one to stop me." Hammer did not hide that the first group of people had already arrived at the first hidden location. Everyone was about to change their appearance, take these deadly things, and disappear from everyone's sight! Of course, they also had to prepare a big gift for the jackals that caught up with them.

However, Hammer had not expected that his originally perfect plan would be discovered by this bastard who was more like a politician than a general, and he decisively chased after him at the first opportunity. However, the opponent was obviously unprepared. After several initial waves of interceptions, it was obvious that the remaining soldiers were just ordinary recruits.

"Stop before things get out of control!" Ross took a deep breath. His interception failed. He had an ugly expression on his face, but he felt a little excited in his heart. Go ahead, make a big fuss. He just learned the general situation from the dying major named Tommy after rushing into the confidential warehouse. Someone is going to be unlucky, and he will be the winner.

So Ross rushed over with his men and reported the matter to the Pentagon as soon as possible. The awakened Ministry of Defense began to react slowly. Now that the pursuit troops led by Ross have collapsed, the Ministry of Defense has just confirmed that the confidential base has been attacked and has just sent troops to the warehouse to collect intelligence. As for chasing Hammer? These bureaucrats have not figured out what happened! At this time, the comparison of how efficient a strong general like Ross can be!

"What do you mean by getting out of control?" Hammer spoke with a tone full of dissatisfaction, "You and I are both leaders, I think you understand why I do this."

"...The guy above is indeed a son of a bitch, but what you did is treason! Do you understand?" Ross pondered for a moment, "It will probably take another ten minutes before the White House knows that a Navy SEAL team has rebelled. Now is the last chance for you and all your men! Don't harm those who follow you."

"Harmed them?! It seems you don't know yet! Recently... be careful, you don't have to obey all orders! That's all!" Hammer reached out and cut off the power of the radio. He turned to his subordinates and said, "Evacuate as soon as possible! Ross is not an idiot, he must have a purpose for talking to me."

"Have you found the location?" Ross turned to look at the two technical officers beside him who were fiddling with Stark Industries equipment printed on the outer shell. It was obvious that he was trying to search and locate the other party's communication location.

"I'm sorry, General, the conversation time is too short. If it could be longer..." The technical sergeant had an embarrassed expression. The performance of this equipment was obviously very good, and it had clearly obtained some signals just now, but... it failed at the last moment.

"Hmph... the guy opposite is Hammer. He can definitely think of everything I can think of. How are the injured being treated?" Ross pulled his hat. This result was not surprising. Hammer came according to the time. Maybe the old man was counting seconds when he was talking to him.

"They have all been sent to the hospital. General Hammer showed mercy..." the sergeant said a little embarrassedly.

"Hmph, these new recruits are so useless that they managed to save their lives. If it were ordinary veterans, they might not be able to do it so easily! Go report that we have lost our ability to pursue." Ross said unhappily, and motioned to the non-commissioned officer in front of him to report the results of their pursuit to the Pentagon.

"Yes, General." The sergeant saluted and ran away.

"…Should we be more careful now? Humph, Hammer!"

1-168 For the Underwood family's only child

"Frank!" Inside a large office of a Democratic congressman, a man in a suit opened the door and walked up to Frank Underwood and whispered, "Phone!"

"Wait a minute! If you think that the damn Republicans will take their time to give us time, then you are totally wrong. We must take the initiative in this matter!" After saying this, Frank walked out of the room, muttering indignantly, "What a hellish idiot, who chose to watch such a good opportunity?"

I can't believe I worked with an idiot like this for 20 years!"

"Ions? You're looking for me at this time... No, no, no, don't get involved in this matter." Frank had just answered the phone and was still wondering, but he immediately realized that there was no need to ask. In addition to telling him the news, Lancer also gave it to many people. Perhaps Ross, who had attracted much attention and praise for his decisive and quick response, had also received accurate information!

Thinking this way, many things make sense. The only question is, why did this bastard pull so many people into the game? Normally, if you want to gain the most benefits, you should send this information to a few people, and then these two people will cooperate with each other tacitly, and then scrape off a shallow layer from the gold mountain of the United States, and share a little more power from the throne.

"Ha... I checked. The old man was speaking up for his subordinates. Now it's just a bunch of people saying online that there was a series of fierce gun battles between two groups of people in military uniforms. You should know these bastards in Washington and your ability to keep secrets. The whole thing will be revealed in a short time!" Irons said with a smile, "But there are only a few hours! Based on my understanding of you, not many people are willing to follow such a gamble."

"Hmph..." Frank snorted coldly. Since he was a child, his brother has never been a quiet one. He was beaten less in the past! "It seems that you have a good relationship with that little bastard recently."

"This piece of information was blackmailed for 500 million, right?!" Irons said with a smile. Of course, was the 500 million really given? Or did he just keep it in his mouth? Maybe only he and Lancer knew.

"Five million? Considering what you want to do, it's not unfair to give you five million." Frank snorted coldly, "But things must not get to the worst possible situation! You should know what they have in their hands."

"The VX gas missile was originally designed to hit the Soviets directly. According to the design, the exploding missile would form a large-scale poisonous fog. One missile would wipe out all the people within a block. If you're unlucky, you could wipe out an entire battalion." Irons smiled and continued, "How's my general knowledge? They have more than 20 of these now. They're heading south. Washington is also to their south."

"..." Frank fell silent after hearing this. "Where the hell did you get such detailed information? That bastard shouldn't have such detailed information!"

"He really didn't. After he found out, he ran faster than a rabbit, fearing that he would be implicated. So he threw the benefit to us and asked us for money and ran away. By the way, I paid your share, so you don't owe him anymore." Irons sneered, but you owe me. "By the way, SHIELD has also begun to act, and something seems to have happened to them." Irons gave a piece of information.

After strangling a large group of Colombian drug dealers, he has begun to feel the power of money with abundant funds. After all, how many people in this world can resist the offensive of the US dollar? Everything has its pros and cons, right? The action of force is mutual, not to mention the matter of nailing.

"S.H.I.E.L.D.! How dare these bastards!?" What is S.H.I.E.L.D. in Frank's eyes? Probably its status is not higher than that of DCPD (Washington DC Police). After all, fundamentally, they are just there to solve the troubles caused by those evildoers in private for the Board of Directors. And because of the budget allocation and location reasons, S.H.I.E.L.D. is more like working for the Americans, and its style of doing things is very much like that of the US government, emphasizing simplicity and roughness.

But now they told him that Frank Underwood's dog, who was supposed to be their guardian dog, had the audacity to reach out to the steak on the dining table when the man and woman had a conflict! Fuck you!

"I don't know what the purpose of their actions is. You might as well ask the FBI directly. These guys like to pretend to be the FBI. I guess the FBI will give you a result soon." Irons said something that surprised Frank Underwood.

"It looks like..." Underwood was silent for a moment, then said, "It looks like someone has been weaned off and is no longer a fool."

"Ha... when that bastard retires, I'll arrange for him to get married!" Irons said this seemingly irrelevant topic, and the atmosphere instantly became homely.

"Retire? No, no, no, his development in the US military is much better than taking over your crappy company! Speaking of which, I'll call that bastard. It's a good opportunity to let Will show up. What unit is he from?" Frank seemed to want to help his nephew.

"The Marine Corps' Reconnaissance Company, they don't have an easy time dealing with the Sea Seals. And it's not glorious to deal with their own people." Irons didn't mind his brother saying that his Atlas was a broken company. After all, in the eyes of the Democratic Party Whip, Atlas was indeed still a small "company", probably similar to Lancer's shipping company.

But the little guy is quite capable of making trouble. How many people have been dragged into this matter! For a Hammer... huh? Thinking of this, Frank Underwood suddenly had an epiphany, "You are doing this for Will. You want Hammer to be Will's teacher?"

"Fuck! How did you know that!" Irons started to curse at that moment. Because Hammer's incident was a bit serious, Irons felt that it was a bit unreasonable to keep him as his commander when he first got the news. With such a great god around, he would have to entrust all military tasks to him, but then what would he be? ! The biggest lesson that all mercenary leaders throughout the ages have learned is to hold on to military power tightly!

But soon, as things developed, the SEALs moved freely under Hammer's command, and Ross's blocking and pursuit forces were almost defeated! This display of front-line special operations command skills made Irons interested.

It was just that such a former patriot could simply decide to betray his country, which made Irons feel that this was a time bomb, and the fuse could not be deflated! And the most important thing was that this guy could pull so many Navy SEALs to rebel with him, which showed how popular this guy was. He was completely different from those office generals, which was even more terrible.

But if his son could learn something... after all, the future of Atlas still depends on him.

"I understand. I will find a way to save this old man's life. It's Claire's birthday next month. Remember to ask Will to come over for dinner." Frank Underwood completely ignored his previous thoughts. There was nothing he could do. Who could blame the Underwood family for doing too many bad things? Will was the only child of their Underwood family. Since it was for Will's future, Frank Underwood immediately changed his mind! Needless to say, I will save this old man Hammer!

"Asshole...thank you on behalf of Will." Irons was touched when he heard his brother, who had been at odds with him all his life, decided to take on this troublesome task. "It just so happens that I have also bought a lot of land in New York, and plan to build a primary training center and a development laboratory in the country. I will also come back to attend Claire's birthday party!"

"No, no, no, don't come. Looking at your face makes my blood pressure rise. Will is much more pleasing to the eye. Just let him come." Frank joked with his own brother. "No more words. When you have time, send someone to control a ship. Oh, I remember that little bastard has an idle ship, right? That ship is pretty good, what do you think?"

"That's right. I think he won't mind as long as I pay." Irons was stunned and nodded immediately. At the same time, he signaled Gideon to take charge of the matter himself, and then hung up the phone before Frank said goodbye.

Frank/Irons: "That old bastard!"

However, Frank later returned to his previous office and continued to argue with his "excellent" teammates. However, many people noticed that Frank, who had just returned from a phone call, seemed to have a different attitude. He hoped to cooperate with the Ministry of Defense and wanted to fight for this bad job.

As for Irons, he searched on his phone and called Lancer, "Asshole, I need your boat."

"My ship? My ship is under maintenance and cannot be used for the time being." Lancer, who was held by Fei Ma, listened to Ains' request on the phone with a puzzled look on his face. What does this guy want to do?

"It's an old ship. I bought it for 150 million, and then prepared all the weapons and equipment needed for an infantry squad on it." Irons is now very rich and doesn't care about these details at all. The content of the order is very broad.

"An infantry squad? 100 people? Are you crazy?! Are you really going to eat those seals?!" Lancer was a little confused. Although in his memory, Hammer's old face often appeared, in a world where he later became the "Prince" of Asgard, almost all of Hammer's people were under his command. Many people were willing to become him, and Hammer was responsible for almost all the specific combat commands. Griffin's reputation shocked the galaxy.

But that was a lot of coincidences, especially that time he was right! But now, it seems that things have changed. Lancer didn't find the CIA's Southeast Asian operation records. The specific reason is unknown, so Lancer, who didn't plan to go the mercenary route, naturally couldn't afford a whole SEAL team, so he pushed the matter out. But he didn't expect that Irons was actually interested.

"Yes, I plan to eat it." Irons did not hide it. "This will require a lot of help. You have Ross's contact information, right?"