Marvel Space and Time Administration Growth Log

"I'll ask him if he wants to talk to you."

"Wait for your call."

1-169 The Restless Stark

"Why are you drinking in my coffee shop? Who did it?" Chuntian knocked on the table in dissatisfaction and glared at Stark in front of him angrily. This was her coffee shop. During the day, no one could drink in her coffee shop except for some special recipe coffee!

You mean Lancer? Of course Lancer can! Even the boss lady can be taken away to taste the flavor, not to mention drinking some wine in the coffee shop! Even if Brother Sixteen wants to drink during the day, he usually drinks in his room upstairs.

"Yes, your employees are all very principled. I bought it myself." Stark rolled his eyes. He offered $100 but the girl didn't move. This was a bit surprising for him who was used to showing off his ability to pay. In fact, Skye did move a little, and then was pressed on the cash register by Tiyi.

Chuntian looked back at his temporary and long-term employees with great satisfaction.

He motioned to Tiyi to take out a cake from the refrigerator and share it among everyone. It is commendable that she can maintain her integrity in the face of money.

Stark watched the group of girls cheering and looking for cakes to eat, and looked at Lancer helplessly, "Have you seen the news?" The news was broadcasting a series of fighting within the army, but it was vague and did not say anything valuable. The only thing that could be judged was that the fighting position was constantly changing, and it was obvious that one side was constantly breaking through, which made Stark shudder.

If it was an invasion by external forces, they would definitely say so, or they could call them terrorists, but they haven't said anything yet, so there is only one explanation left! This is a conflict within the U.S. military!

"Give him the information, 50, thank you." Lanser didn't waste any words and directly sold the information that he had already exchanged for a favor. Why not take the free money?

"Jarvis, transfer the money." Stark didn't hesitate and chose to pay directly. He liked Lancer's attitude. As long as he had information, he would not play riddles with you. He would give you information if you paid. Then Stark put on his glasses and listened to Jarvis' report in the earphone that the other party had sent a data packet to a private mailbox of Stark.

"Hmm?" Stark put on his glasses and looked at the letters and data scrolling rapidly. He was a little surprised. He raised his head and glanced at Lancer. "This information doesn't seem to be something that can be 'collected'."

"I was at the scene. It was very embarrassing. Although I wanted to do something, I would be finished if I was discovered." Lancer shrugged. "Why, you want to meddle in their business? This is a rebellion started by a frontline special operations master. In order to keep it secret, the US military will not let you off the hook when fighting!"

"So what he took away was..." Stark nodded in understanding. He didn't pursue Lancer's business affairs. After all, he saw it with his own eyes. But he was soon stunned. "VX?! What's so good about taking such a second-hand toy?"

"The lethality is very obvious, and biological and chemical weapons are more irritating to people's nerves, which can easily create panic and make the opponent afraid to use them. But it doesn't make people feel that they must end the situation at all costs. The most important thing... it's relatively easy to get it. After all, the guards of nuclear bombs are stricter than this thing." Lancer shrugged. "Basically, he used tranquilizer guns to knock people out the whole time. Only two unlucky guys seemed to be killed by the opponent. Then the rest were just moving, moving, moving. I was so envious of him."

Lancer spoke nonchalantly, and Gwen beside him put down a full tray in front of Lancer with a smile. In Stark's surprised eyes, she took out the freshly baked cakes, nut cups, chef salad, a small sandwich, and of course a cup of hand-made coffee with a heart drawn on it from the tray.

"Isn't your treatment too good?!" Stark was a little unhappy, "I want one too!"

"99 dollars." Springfield at the counter exchanged glances with Lancer while quoting a price.

"Give me one." Stark said without hesitation. He didn't even listen to the price. Since there was something to sell, that was fine. "Jarvis, give it to him as well."

"Thank you for your patronage." Chuntian said with emotion. Lancer was right. Stark would pay for him.

"Let's get back to the point. I don't recommend you to get involved in this matter." Lancer shrugged. Unlike the person above him in another world, Lancer's current network of relationships has almost spread across half of the United States at this time. Although it may not be very solid, it is really incomparable to the self who had a high status in the end.

Standing in a different position, he naturally understood more clearly how much of the current matter he should not get involved in, because the matter was really big enough. At the beginning, it was really Stark and Nick Fury who cooperated tacitly in a series of actions to clean up the beginning and end for Lancer. Otherwise, the extremely noble and glorious self who later became would have basically been ready to escape or confront the world.

Now that he no longer needs to travel the world under the name of SHIELD, he can just stand behind the scenes and pluck the strings of fate, watching everything develop. This feeling is quite good. So Lancer is sure that he must shoulder all the responsibilities and dangers, and then lead his girls to the right path, until he achieves his goal and leads his girls to control the true eternity.

"Why do you think I would get involved in this matter?" Stark picked up the coffee, looked at Lancer and frowned.

"...Hey!" Lanser sneered. I've been your partner and brother for several lifetimes. I can tell 7788 things from your eyes. Who can you fool with this look that seems to be trying to meddle in other people's business? "Tiyi."

"Eh?" Tiyi was very surprised to be called, "Boss, what's the matter!?" She rolled her eyes at her best friend Skye, who was shocked and a little infatuated because of Stark's arrival.

"Lend me your makeup box." Lancer said simply. Although Tiyi couldn't figure out what her boss wanted to do, she still handed her makeup box to Lancer honestly. After Lancer opened it, he pointed the mirror on the lid of the box at Stark in front of him, "Look, what do you see?"

"A handsome face full of wisdom." Stark thought for a moment.

, and expressed my feelings.

"Look at him, how arrogant and proud he is. It's obvious that he has the intention to cause trouble written all over his face." Lanser threw the foundation box back to Tiyi. "Have you figured out the whole story? Do you think he deserves to die? Or do you simply want to satisfy your own habit of being a hero or savior?"

In Lancer's understanding of Stark, it was responsibility that pushed Stark forward and finally snapped his fingers! But the man in front of him obviously had not completed the final transformation of his mind. He was still just the rich man who did his own thing. At most, he tried to do something after seeing the situation at the bottom.

"Do you think I'm annoying?" Lancer turned the stool over and sat astride in front of Stark. "How about it? Does it make you feel particularly uncomfortable when I snatch your way of speaking?"

When Lancer said this, SOPII, who was not far away, laughed. Then, Chkalov, who came out to see Lancer, knocked him on the head and dragged him away.

"Ah! I want to see them tell crosstalk!" SOPII twisted desperately. There weren't many scenes where her commander and Stark showed their fangs and sprayed each other! I want to listen!

"Pa!" Chkalov slapped SOPII on the butt without hesitation, "Behave yourself, or the commander will hate you if you twist around! You're really good at crosstalk." Chkalov smiled and shook his head, then went to the laboratory with SOPII in his arms. He turned around and waved to Lancer, and winked at her in a charming way, which made Lancer feel a little surprised and amused.

"You bastard!" Stark looked at Lancer who turned his head to look at his wives making a fuss, and a wry smile appeared on his face. This guy saw through him?! This was simply too unscientific. Stark held it in for a long time and could only spit out one sentence, "Asshole!"

"It's not a big problem if you want to get involved, but you need to understand three things. First, the message. To put it simply, why did it happen and why did it develop like this? Second, who is involved? Who is watching and pushing it? Third, why? Why do you want to do this? What is the meaning and value of doing this? And when others ask you this question, can your reasons convince them?" After Lancer finished speaking these three points, he looked at Stark and said, "Actually, these problems should be solved by Obaday, but now I heard that you and Obaday had a big fight, so you have to face these things by yourself now?"

As he spoke, Lancer stuffed the last piece of sandwich into his mouth. Then, Skye came over attentively, took the plate in front of Lancer, and dumped the garbage into the trash can.

"Obadai?" Stark was stunned for a moment, then looked at Lancer, "Why him?"

"Ha... because originally all the connections of Stark Industries were in his hands, and the relationship with the US military was basically in his hands. The US military does not necessarily have to rely on your Stark Industries." Lancer smiled and shook his head.

Before, one night after Lancer and Fei Ma had been intimate, Lancer casually asked Fei Ma why Stark had to close the military industry department and start the new energy department with such a resolute attitude.

Mother Fei narrowed her dark golden eyes, hugged Lancer and let him hug her, then said softly, "Lance, you should think about it, in the past, did Stark Industries listen more to Tony Stark, the playboy, or to the Obaday people who have controlled Stark Industries for more than ten years?" Mother Fei smiled at Lancer who was frowning and looking at her, "In the end, power, profit, and at most fame are obstacles that humans cannot overcome."

"You mean..." Lancer suddenly felt enlightened after being asked by Fei Ma. Stark Industries is a military enterprise, but in the past years, Riobade's influence has spread to every corner of the military industry. If Stark wants to break through, it will be very difficult...

What to do in such a situation?! Turn the table over! Start all over again!

"I mean, you should go to bed! Be good!"

"Okay, Mom!"

"So good! Hey! You naughty boy, do you want to do it again?!"

"Okay, Mom~"

"Rebel!"

1-170 Contact

"Your photos are everywhere. You're really popular." A neat-faced sturdy man was looking at the bearded man opposite him with a wry smile and said softly. His eyes quickly looked around inadvertently to make sure it was safe. They were doing rebellion with their heads on the line, so these precautions were necessary. Thrown into the package next to them was a SCAR assault rifle ready for use at any time.

"It's a normal reaction. They're still trying to cover up this incident. Humph... They haven't even launched a large-scale manhunt. Only Ross's reaction that day exceeded my imagination." Hammer's eyes flickered and he wiped his beard gently to prevent too much stuff from getting on his disguise.

As a frontline commando, they naturally know some simple ways to change their appearance, such as pasting a beard on like this is the simplest one.

However, Hammer thought about this matter carefully and always felt that something was wrong. There was nothing to say about the fact that those recruits collapsed at the first touch. If these recruits who had never been to the battlefield and had never seen blood could stop the surprise attack of the SEALs, then why would these SEALs rebel? It would be easier for them to go home and commit suicide.

However, these soldiers, who were supposedly going to build a defense, were carrying

There was an obvious excess of weapons, ammunition and various supplies. After the battle, these things naturally all fell into the hands of the SEALs. The result was a sudden rebellion. Originally, they did not carry a lot of supplies, but only brought a batch of SEALs in the warehouse. Now they have sufficient ammunition and complete heavy equipment.

Although Ross is not a useless office general, and although his tactics are a bit old-fashioned, which is a common problem among army generals, Ross is not a useless person. Such a simple mistake should never happen to him. However, now it not only happens, but it happens repeatedly!

Finally, when Ross stopped chasing, Hammer made a simple assessment and found that the equipment and ammunition they had were enough to fight a high-intensity battle. This made Hammer feel suspicious, and the old bastard's subsequent actions to persuade him to surrender made Hammer even more suspicious. He and he were not in the same system, and at most they were just nodding acquaintances. Such earnest persuasion did not seem like a conversation between the two sides.

It's a pity that both intelligence and time are scarce now, and troubles are coming one after another. With the issuance of the wanted order, they have just completed their makeup, but this is probably the last time they can purchase supplies smoothly, because their personal backup identity disguise credit cards have basically been deactivated, and the Ministry of Defense's response measures have obviously begun to be gradually implemented.

However, Hammer had been prepared for this. Every soldier who participated in the rebellion had withdrawn a sum of money on their own. In addition to Ross's hidden supplies, Hammer and his men currently had no shortage of supplies. It could even be said that every corner of the car was filled with them.

Not to mention that the seals are very good at fighting, and even their targets are no longer just ordinary humans, but they are still ordinary people, eating, drinking, defecating and urinating are all inevitable, and the daily material consumption is not small. In addition, although the US government and military are slow, they still take action. A feeling of dark clouds pressing down on the city is slowly but firmly beginning to catch up with their footsteps.

Moreover, they have something deadly in their hands and are very nervous. If the SEALs who are used to fighting behind enemy lines have not had a big heart, these days would be very difficult for a human to endure. As the leader, Hammer is under great pressure.

Originally, Hammer was not supposed to be here, but he still came, and ordered three cups of Coke, three pieces of fried chicken, three hamburgers, and three servings of French fries according to the mysterious person who contacted him! The tray of his subordinates was full.

Yes, someone contacted him in an unexpected way. After looking at the note in silence for a while, Hammer finally decided to take the risk and come over to have a look! He and his trusted subordinates came to this hamburger restaurant that can be seen everywhere on the roadside, waiting for the other party to arrive.

As for how the other party found Hammer and his team, do you think Lancer and his team were just watching them moving around?

"Sorry, we had a little problem on the way." A man in a tight vest and casual pants came in, sat down next to Hammer and his men, picked up a Coke and a hamburger and started eating. "I'm starving. I'm so busy that I don't even have time to eat."

Hammer looked at the guy in the tight vest sitting next to him and felt a little relieved. The guy was wearing such an outfit, which undoubtedly showed him that he didn't carry any weapons. And he came up to eat the food they bought, which also showed a high degree of trust. Hammer also picked up the burger and started eating. "How are you doing recently?"

"Not so good, running on the sea." The other party smiled and shook his head, "I just came back from Colombia recently, the environment there is pretty good, do you want to stay there for a while and try it out?"

"...Very good." Hammer looked at his subordinates, took a sip of Coke, and shook his head. "I'm busy recently, and I don't want to go to work at the dock."

"Really? Let's not talk about it. I was just fined 50 by the police for speeding. These policemen are really corrupt!" The man didn't hesitate and immediately started chatting about other things, such as the weather, the food on the ship, the roads in New York recently, and a series of other things. It was like three old friends who hadn't seen each other for a long time, casually meeting in this hamburger shop and chatting. Everyone was very relaxed and talking and laughing.

"Damn it! My boss only gave me 5 hours of rest. I'm leaving first. When you come back to Colombia, I will definitely treat you well." The man seemed to remember something, jumped up and indicated that he was leaving.

Hammer and the others naturally would not stop him. They also stood up, wished him good luck in his work, then walked out together and got into the car. "General...this guy..." As soon as the car door was closed, Hammer's confidant said with a gloomy face, but seemed a little hesitant, as if he didn't know what to say.

"We were exposed too early, and ended up being surrounded... Although we are confident that we can break out, but... we all know that this is not what we want." Hammer gritted his teeth and said, "The ship... is a good idea."

"But all the ports are under surveillance!" The confidant said in confusion, "What can we do?!"

"No...it's not a port..." Hammer took out a business card, "Azur Shipping Company?" Then he flipped through the business card twice and handed it to the officer next to him.

"Not a port?!" The officer looked skeptical. "A shipping company? Could it be illegal immigration?"

"Turn it over... look at the business content. Some intelligence information is between the lines after the fact." Hammer's mouth curled up, "Maybe it's a good way out."

"A way out?" The officer looked at the business card from front to back and finally saw a line of words, "We can undertake the repair of ships under 5 tons. Do they have a dock?"

"It's highly likely. Order an advance team to check out the situation. It's worth a try. If it's really like what this guy said, and the road to the south is strictly blocked, we'll go north! To New York!" Hammer shook his head. "How does it feel to lose millions?"

"It's not very good, it's a pity that we can't really kill these damn bureaucrats." The officer said bitterly, "More than 30 brothers were left in Ukraine without any explanation."

"There will be a chance, there will be a chance." Hammer said with cold eyes. He just went to avoid the limelight. Besides, once the ship was out to sea, they could not necessarily decide where to go. The SEALs were a naval force and they could drive the ship.

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"Gideon, it's you who came here? And with what you're wearing, are you planning to go to some disco to pick up girls?" Lancer smiled and teased the person who had just walked in. After taking the information, he exchanged a few words with Lancer and left. He had a lot of troubles recently. The military had already seriously warned Stark through Stark's friends that if the internal changes of Stark Industries affected the US military, they would not sit idly by. Stark was still thinking of a solution for this.

"Mr. Lancer, you are such a joker. Can you give my guys some food and drinks?" Gideon didn't care about Lancer's teasing. After all, there were many women who took the initiative to greet him along the way. "Also, if you have any, give me a training uniform. I am almost uncomfortable wearing this."

"Hey...there's nothing wrong with it. Look at the girl in my shop, her eyes are shining when she looks at you!" At Lancer's signal, the agent turned around and went to the warehouse to get something, and soon came back to throw the clothes to Gideon.

"Great! Can I use the restroom?" Gideon stood up and walked in. Then the eyes of the female students and Tiyi instantly lost their luster. After all, a man like Gideon, with abdominal muscles and full of gunpowder and murderous aura, was too lethal to these little girls.

"Tell your shop assistants to wake up, or they will jump on you and bite you." Lancer teased his cook with a smile, and then saw Chuntian turned back to take out his gun. Tiyi immediately rushed over and cried, saying that she knew she was wrong and would not slack off anymore! She also tried her best to signal Skye to come over quickly, and the other girls were still confused.

"So it worked?" Gideon came out after changing his clothes and sat down next to Lancer. Lancer asked, "Ians' appetite is a bit big this time."

"They are just tempted, and I think there is a high probability that they are planning to rob the ship." Gideon said with a smile, his smile was so happy.

"... This is very boring." Lanser's face darkened. Irons did not buy the boat! Lanser refused. He just rented it to Irons!

1-171 Deterrence?

"Wake up! Lancer, wake up!" Knight Princess gently patted Lancer's face with her palm, as if calling Lancer to get up.

"So...what happened?!" Lansher woke up quickly, and the first thing he saw when he opened his eyes was Knight Ji grabbing his hand that he instinctively wanted to do something bad to her, which gave Lansher a wake-up call.

"Hmph!" Knight Ji gritted her teeth and released Lancer's claws. "There are guests. Springfield and SOPII have already set out, preparing to seize the battle position. M16 and M4 are flanking, and AR15 is on the way to intercept the opponent's commanding heights." Knight Ji crawled out of her bed and wiped away the claws that were playing tricks on her butt with a look of disgust. "Lance, please give orders. Let's talk business!"

"Send a message to Irons. Any damage to the ship will be their fault." Lancer stood up and put on his coat. After seeing RO635 fully armed, he nodded to him and rushed out of the room. Then he walked to the weapons cabinet in the corner of his room, took out a spare gun that Brother Sixteen had prepared for Lancer, hung a belt around his waist, and walked out of the room.

Standing in the corridor, looking around, Lancer saw that his girls had no intention of calling out to Mother Fei and Lady Xia. He shook his head, thinking of these girls who only thought about winning or losing all day. He shook his head and went downstairs and walked into the laboratory. The agent had already walked out of his room and followed Lancer silently.

Chkalov heard the sound of the laboratory door, tilted his head, looked at Lancer who walked in, and curled up the corners of his mouth, "This look is great! What, your Knight Princess couldn't satisfy you? So you came to me? The teacher is very happy~" Chkalov picked up the small coffee machine that Springfield bought for her, poured himself a cup of the constant temperature coffee pot on it, and looked at Lancer with a curled mouth.

"Chekalov, I need you to go to the shipyard and observe the situation on the pier. If necessary, you may be required to intervene in the battle." Lanser said seriously, "Will there be any problems with the experiment?"

"It's okay. We are still waiting for the results. If everything goes well, you can expect more girls.

"You are a woman." Chkalov nodded, "You just care about your mother and the heroine, don't you?" Chkalov walked over and fell into Lancer's arms, poking Lancer's chest.

"Yes, I'm also going to pull you out of the laboratory to move around so that you can sleep more soundly when I hold you in my arms later." Lanser said with a wry smile. This life-threatening question of Chkalov's is really difficult to solve.

"Did you hear me? This is my job, Fei Ma, Binjiang." Chkalov said to the two people behind him with a smile. Although the humanoids were almost silent like cats, but... the humanoids who represented future technology were indeed very powerful, but...

As the technical guru of the port area, Chkalov represents the cutting-edge technology close to the mysterious technical port area. He sees through the little tricks of the humanoids at a glance, and then makes his own communication and intelligence gathering system, not expecting these girls to help him honestly.

The result is that this small cafe now has two completely different monitoring and communication systems that do not interfere with each other, which is... outrageous!

"You're awake." Lanser turned around and looked behind him. Fei's mother was looking at Lanser with a smile on her face. She was very satisfied with her child's thoughtfulness. Binjiang, who looked like he hadn't woken up yet, was shaking his head to wake himself up as soon as possible. "I wanted you to have a good rest. After all, this time, it's not a serious enemy. Just beat him up. Give Ains some face, M4, do you hear me?"

"Understood, the enemy has entered the base and is heading for the pier!" We didn't find any intention of the enemy to contact anyone! Oh... they are starting to be on guard, should we start intercepting?" M4 said softly in the communication. Lancer's move to find Chkalov made the humanoids very satisfied, but they didn't know why the other two had already gotten up.

"Oh, I'm curious, aren't you going?" Binjiang rubbed his eyes, approached the agent next to him, and asked curiously. After all, this maid-dressed figure was like Lanser's tail. Where Lanser went, she went. However, Binjiang also found the benefits of doing so, and was often carried to bed by Lanser.

"If Griffin's Scrap Metal fails, I will naturally clean up the mess, but these losers shouldn't be so rubbish." The agent said with a cold face. After all, the two sides are hostile, so it is normal for them to have no good feelings towards each other. It's just that Lancer inexplicably likes to drag her and M4 to bed together. If this is to improve the relationship between the two of them, then Lancer has definitely failed. As for whether it is exciting or not, that is another matter.

"Go ahead...it looks like they've met with Gideon." Lancer said to Chkalov, "Once their talks break down, take action immediately."

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"General Hammer, it's really boring when you say that." Gideon said calmly, "I came here because I respect you. My boss is optimistic about you. There are not many pure soldiers like you." As Gideon said this, seven or eight mercenaries with weapons appeared on the side of the ship behind him and confronted the seals from a distance.

By this time the AR15 was at the best shooting position in the shipyard, but for some reason the SEALs had not occupied this spot.

"Calm down. Why do you think I did this?!" Hammer patted Gideon, who was a little excited in front of him. "We've already caused too much trouble, so because of this, I don't want you to get involved. I don't know how powerful you are over there, but taking us in means making enemies with the US military, and they won't let you go." Hammer said softly. For him, he was quite grateful to those who extended a helping hand in times of crisis, and he really didn't want them to be involved.

Of course, Hammer also knew that once he boarded their ship, he would not be able to make decisions on many things. Going to Colombia to be a mercenary and eat blood-soaked rice? Maybe, maybe it was a good choice! He was really grateful to Irons for giving him this way of life.

but!

"Not now!" Hammer took a step back and made a gesture. Countless red dots appeared on Gideon's body and the mercenary standing on the edge of the ship behind him, and even on AR15. It was obvious that the other party had arranged observers or sniper teams in the distance, and AR15's position had been discovered.

"You are indeed an old-school special operations expert. If it weren't for the radio signal just now, we might not have been able to find this sniper point." To be honest, Brother Sixteen was quite surprised. Although the layout of the M4 could not be said to be very innovative, it was already a more or less stable tactical plan.

In the end, it can be said that they really did not expect that the flanking force arranged by M4 still could not encircle old Hammer. The other side had deployed personnel far beyond the radius imagined by M4. Although these warning laser dots only flashed for a moment, they told everyone that Hammer still had a backup plan.

"The straight-line distance is at least 800 meters. The other side really has good snipers." Chuntian narrowed his eyes and scanned the several locations where the communication signals had just appeared. For the humanoids, these communication signals were like bright lights in the night.