Marvel Space and Time Administration Growth Log

"Don't provoke him next time. You also know that he is very powerful. Others may not know what happened in Ukraine, but we know it, don't we?" Talos patted the young man on the shoulder. Isn't it a common problem for young people to be impatient and inflexible at this age? And the more outstanding a person is, the more likely they are to look down on others around them! So pride is one of the eight deadly sins! It is also the most difficult to avoid. "Let's go. While they can't figure out why there are aliens, let's leave here as soon as possible. I have prepared the tickets. Let's go to Mexico City."

"Hmm..." After saying this, Gravik turned around and got into his car, looking at Talos who was getting into his car in front of him! His eyes narrowed, and all kinds of dangerous expressions changed rapidly on his face, "Old man, next time! You won't have the chance to lecture me like this, and that Lancer..."

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"Lance! Um..." M4 was hugged by Lancer.

Lancer stroked M4's long hair and looked at his girls carefully. "I heard they suffered? Gravity trap?"

Brother Sixteen looked up at the female warrior next to him. Who else could have secretly reported to Lancer? Just now, the female warrior was the only one who reported their gains to Lancer. Although the police came in a hurry, they still managed to dismantle most of the key parts. After returning, SOPII said that he had a lot of ideas that he wanted to try.

Compared to SOPII's fantastic ideas, Lancer was more curious about the opinions of his own ship girls. After all, based on the perceptions reported to Lancer by M4 and the others, this gravity trap was already a very heavy and difficult burden for them, the humanoids, and it was even more unbearable for ordinary people.

Then I heard Binjiang say that it was just a drizzle, nothing at all, and that the various gravity and time-based immobilization spells of the formidable could hit it hard! The humanoids beside him were speechless.

"Get on board. Our goal has been achieved. John's family has been brought back. It's time to evacuate!" Lancer shook his head. "Alex just called me and told me some not-so-good news. A Knox-class frigate of the Mexican Navy is approaching this direction. Although we're not sure if it's here to cause trouble, we still have to move fast."

"Tsk! Give it a shot!" SOPII raised his little fist and shouted openly, what the hell, he dared to come here and ask for a beating without even looking at his own displacement! ?

"I don't have too many opinions, but after all,

If we kill all the people nearby, it will involve too many people, and I don't need to do it. Don't forget, there is a Burke ship on the sea not far away, slowly sailing towards San Diego, waiting for our news. "Mother Fei knocked on SOPII's little head, telling her not to just shout and kill all day long.

"Yes, so I plan to sail directly towards Burke after I set sail. The only problem is that our speed may not be that fast, and we may be caught up by the Mexican Navy halfway." Lancer shook his head, "Maybe I will really need Mother Fei to take action at that time."

"My lord! I am also very confident in my artillery skills!" Tiancheng approached Lancer who had just boarded the ship, saying that she could do it too. For a small ship like the Knox class, she would lose if she had to use the second shell! "And if it is done properly, the price the lord has to pay is actually very little, and there may even be benefits."

"But as an arms dealer, what I hate most is fame and ranking! Being too famous makes it easy to get shot!" Lanser said with a wry smile. Isn't the reason why the inner world is the inner world because they are actually far away from all kinds of fame? If we really list the smugglers who run the arms trade, I'm sorry, that thing is either called a capture list or a shooting list! So Lanser doesn't want this thing at all.

"Oh! Then let the Americans serve us well! I always feel a little strange." Tiancheng shrugged. This kind of thing of using ten rings on a mortal enemy was the first time he saw it. "Hmm~" Then Tiancheng, whose ear cartilage was suddenly pinched by Lanser, begged for mercy in a delicate voice.

"How cute! Okay! Let's go!"

1-189 Finishing work

"Can you call me a little earlier next time?" Sitwell said unhappily, rubbing his temple.

He had just laid down on his bed and was about to fall asleep when his cell phone buzzed. Sitwell was so excited that he used their chief's famous saying, got up swearing, picked up his cell phone, took a look at it and immediately sighed.

"I say, is your phone safe? With your professional qualities as a SHIELD agent." Lancer said with a hint of meaning. If he still couldn't understand what he said, then Sitwell's agent qualities were about the same. Lancer could talk to Coulson, but for now, Hydra was still a very good target to use. After all, the other party was light and dirty, especially since he was just contacting SHIELD agents. If something really happened, please talk to SHIELD. It had nothing to do with him, Lancer.

"...I'll call you later." Sitwell hesitated for a moment, then responded decisively, which basically meant that if someone checked, he might be at risk of being exposed, especially in the residence provided by SHIELD. It was simply the story of werewolf killing taken to the extreme.

"I hope what you have to say is worthy of my call." Sitwell took out a plan. If he was discovered, he would basically have to endure the helpless...interrogation of those special friends inside SHIELD!

"Want to see the aliens?" Lancer said calmly into the receiver. Five or six Skrulls were shot dead in the battle, and their bodies were basically brought back by Lancer.

"Aliens?" Sitwell felt a little depressed. As an agent of SHIELD, they had seen so-called aliens before. They looked like humans! They had seen too many aliens that didn't look like humans. If Lancer could catch an alien, it would be a good achievement. "Okay, let's meet somewhere if it's convenient for you."

"What if this alien... can transform into anything?" Lanser whispered, "and it seems to be able to read memories."

"!" Sitwell was very excited. If Sitwell still couldn't realize the ability and value of this alien, they would have lived in vain! What does it mean when these two abilities are combined? ! He is a natural intelligence agent! "Are you sure? You are not kidding."

"I hired a group of mercenaries. They arrived together, and then two of them suddenly tried to attack me. This action triggered a counterattack on my side, and I almost had a fight with my own mercenaries..." Lanser sighed, "If it weren't for my men finding the two lying on the ground with green skin and elongated ears, you would have to go to the hospital if you wanted to see me today."

"And these mercenaries didn't notice anything unusual during the operation?!" Sitwell immediately noticed a detail. Two of the mercenaries who arrived together suddenly launched an attack. So they must have been together before, but they didn't notice it...

"Yeah!" Lanser was on the other end of the phone, looking at Tiancheng who was writing on the notebook to help him with his speech, and smiled and touched the big fox's...tail! The soft and fluffy fur felt great, and the lazy and seductive big fox obviously had the same feeling as Lanser. Tiancheng even had the mood to use his other tail to scratch Lanser's face. According to Tiancheng, this was to remind Lanser to focus on his career.

"Okay, I want them all. Let's talk about the details in person!" Although it's a corpse, it's still very valuable. One can be used to hand over to S.H.I.E.L.D.... No, Lancer is hinting at S.H.I.E.L.D.

SHIELD! Whose toy is it? Sitwell silently closed his phone, glanced at the time, sighed, got up and started to change clothes! This was another busy night. He needed to rush to the SHIELD headquarters immediately and prepare everything before others could react.

"My lord, it looks like the troubles with SHIELD will be solved for the time being?" Tiancheng leaned on Lancer, her tail dodging Lancer's grab.

"Not really. What's coming is bound to come. These green guys are most likely Nick Fury's men from SHIELD. What a useful tool they are. Even after something happens, no one will suspect him! How great!" Lancer shook his head and said with some emotion, "There is a reason why these Skrulls are so unscrupulous, and the biggest reason is probably Nick Fury's protection."

In many of Lancer's memories, he certainly had direct conflicts with Nick Fury. For example, in the memory of a certain wizard, the SHIELD agents who kept harassing him, and the SHIELD black director who always pretended to be mysterious and warned him, made him very annoyed, especially after he showed his power, the other party actually wanted to control him more and more. The wizard finally hung a sign at the door of his "World Stone" bar saying "SHIELD agents are not allowed to enter" and publicly refused to have any contact with SHIELD, and gradually calmed down.

"Commander, the Knox-class ship behind us is getting closer and closer. Should we speed up and disengage?" Brother Sixteen's voice came from Lancer's headset. After all, no one would feel comfortable watching the other party getting closer and closer.

As for Lanser's patrol boat, although it was also retired and idle, it had been used by the navy sailors as a boat for sea fishing. However, it was much faster than the old frigates like the Knox class, which were almost 40 or 50 years old! As long as Lanser wanted, after the patrol boat increased its speed, it could completely leave the Knox class behind.

"Did they make any calls? Any kind of warning, cry for help." Lancer tilted his head and looked at the humanoid girls who occupied most of the positions on the bridge. Now there was only one agent following him. Eh!

"No, but the opponent's route is indeed pointing in our direction." M4 answered Lancer's question. They could indeed get away from here faster.

"Oh, the other side started shouting!" SOPII suddenly interrupted, "Our Mexican guy finally couldn't hold it in anymore."

"Shall we stop the ship for inspection?" Lanser sneered and was speechless after listening to the content translated by the agent.

"Let us..." Lanser was about to say something, but suddenly heard the agent's translation.

"This is the USS Gonzalez, the DDG66 destroyer of the United States Navy. This is international waters. U.S. Navy ships only have the right to navigate. You have no right to board the ship for inspection! I repeat! You have no right to board the ship for inspection!" Before Lancer could say anything, the Burke-class destroyer, which was originally wandering nearby at a snail's pace, immediately took over.

"Wow... this is really proactive." Lancer shook his head. Although according to Alex, he had indeed said hello before, he never expected that there would be such initiative! Lancer shook his head speechlessly, "Speed ​​up and get closer to the Burke class." Lancer said with a smile. After all, it can be said that this is an open action at this time.

"This is fucking awesome!" Several crew members at the stern looked at the Knox-class ship, whose outline could already be seen. "It's amazing! It's so old, but it can still go so fast." Lancer and his crew were driving a patrol boat that was already a retired vessel and was not well maintained. So when they were using it, they only drove at a speed of about 20 knots. If they went any faster, they were afraid that the old ship would break down.

For the Mexican Navy's Knox-class ship to be able to catch up, it must be at least five or six knots faster than Lancer's ship. This is already close to the full speed of the Knox-class ship. After all, the opponent's maximum speed at full capacity is only about 29 knots.

"The other side has started to confirm the identity with the Burke class, and they have already started to quarrel, but the speed of the Mexican frigate has begun to drop." The agent reported the latest situation. Chasing an unidentified ship is not the same as chasing a US Navy ship. Especially here is not far from the US Navy's West Coast San Diego Naval Base. If something really happens, it goes without saying that the Mexican Navy will not be able to withstand the slap in the face by the US Navy.

"I thought there would be an exciting scene... Forget it, M4, send a message to thank the captain of the Gonzalez." Lancer still felt it was a pity that the Mexicans were very realistic and stopped. After all, it was too exciting for an old frigate to fight against a Burke-class ship alone.

Just at this moment, John came out of the cabin and leaned against Lancer. Marco, who was in charge of watching the ship on the coast, also came out. The two greeted Lancer. "Boss." Then he also greeted several crew members who were watching the show at the stern.

"Marco, how is the little one?" Mother Fei leaned against the guardrail and asked Marco after seeing him. When Marco's daughter got familiar with the big battleship on the ship, Mother Fei liked her very much and even dated the little one.

The girl made a promise that when she recovered, her mother would take her to Disneyland for a good time! This made the little girl very happy.

Of course. In the end, Lanser's kidneys bore the price of Fei's mother wanting a baby too.

"The latest indicators are very good! The doctor said it is curable!" Marco's smile was a bit silly... But it was true. After a long period of darkness, his daughter's condition finally went from incurable to a better one, which made Marco very happy. So when he received the call and Lancer called him, he set off without thinking and took a boat from Colombia to San Diego.

"Have you finished talking to your ex-wife?" Lancer patted John on the shoulder. It must be said that John was once very lucky. Even when his ex-wife was older, she did not lose control of her figure like a lot of white women. She was still considered a beautiful woman. When she was young, her beauty must have been even more stunning, as can be seen from her two beautiful daughters.

"We had a brief chat..." John nodded, "Boss, thank you so much this time!" Although Lancer felt that the other party was coming for him, in John's opinion, if Lancer hadn't taken the initiative, then this time, his daughter and ex-wife would have fallen into the drug dealer's den. It cost Lancer a lot of money to rescue them.

"What are you thinking about! Old man, have you thought about how to arrange your family?" Lan Se shook his head, and the old man was entangled.

"I have an idea. Let's go back to New York first. Her husband still has to hold a funeral." John shook his head helplessly and said with a wry smile.

"Tell me if you have any trouble." Lancer said with a smile. He knew what John was struggling with, and he didn't want to trouble himself anymore. But one thing is for another, although he spent a lot, he also earned a lot. Yes, the AR team found the other party's computer account. Now that SOPII can't see anyone, isn't he frantically transferring money on the Internet?

Of course, there was also a pile of cash that filled up half the room! But Brian had already received news that "Braga" had reappeared, and they were trying to wrestle with each other.

In response, Lancer suddenly came to his senses. As long as the Skrulls wanted, in a sense, the objects they replaced had achieved the ability of "immortality"! It was just a little bit of a Feskrull.

However, Lancer still felt that there was no big problem with Brian and Torrento's actions. In the short period of time after this time, even if the drug lord "Braga" continued to appear, he would face a large number of challengers and a huge amount of trouble. The looted vault basically meant that he could not come up with money to meet the needs of those officials and these brothers in a short period of time. A sharp drop in strength was almost inevitable. Now was the best time for the two to do whatever they wanted.

"Commander, Chkalov is calling." The agent leaned over to Lancer's side and handed him the phone. He also wiped Lancer's sweat off his face.

"Hello? Chkalov, did you miss me?" Lanser answered the phone and began to tease his scientific research crazy woman with black stockings.

"Bah!" Chkalov's reaction was very direct. Chkalov, whose experiment was interrupted, was a little irritable. "Commander, I find that after staying here for a long time, your shamelessness is really amazing. A customer came to the store, a very unexpected customer, here!" After saying this, Chkalov handed the phone to the person next to him.

"Hello? Are you... Lanser?" A slightly trembling female voice came into Lanser's ears.

"Yes, my name is Lancer, so who are you?! You want to discuss business with me? Sorry, I'm not in New York." Lancer frowned, turned to look at the agent, pointed at the phone, and motioned her to verify his identity. After all, he had just come into contact with the Skrulls, so he needed to be more cautious.

"But...but..." The other party was obviously caught off guard by such an emergency, but when she walked in, she happened to run into Chkalov who came out to eat something, and at that time he mistook her for Chuntian. "Stark said you can help him."

"Huh?! Shouldn't Koko and the others take the initiative to help?"

"A steel robot held them all down!"

"This is really interesting."

1-190 Iron Overlord ≈ Free electricity bill

"You bunch of bastards, just go to hell! Why are you trying to hinder me! You all stand on Stark's side! Then all of you go to hell!" A huge robot was madly firing at the surrounding environment. The bullets fired from multiple machine guns were sweeping across everything nearby like a storm, shattering cement and gravel and suppressing a group of Koko's mercenaries, forcing them to hide in the corner.

"Damn it! This old man's protection is too good..." Lutz, with blood all over his face, had a look of horror on his face, "He is completely immune to 7.62mm armor-piercing bullets! I should have brought an anti-material rifle!" Lutz said with hatred. He was lucky. He was just covered by a rocket fired by Iron Overlord. The roof he was lying on was blown into the surface of the moon. Although he decisively hid behind the cooling tower when he saw the rocket coming, and then was hit by the rubble, he was dizzy for five or six minutes before he barely recovered.

But after several attempts at sniping, he was sure of one thing: the bullets he fired had no effect on the huge iron lump, and couldn't even hinder its movement!

When the bullet hit the opponent's helmet, Iron Monger grabbed Stark, who was wearing MK3 armor, and smashed him by the throat. The bullet hit Iron Monger's helmet. The opponent didn't hesitate at all and smashed it!

"Can Mr. Stark be sent out?" Koko grabbed the back of the car seat while listening to the radio. A deep feeling of powerlessness burst out from the bottom of her heart. When they found Stark, Stark's MK3 Iron Man suit had been beaten to pieces. If it weren't for a high-altitude extreme pull, Stark might have been dead by now!

"This is a difficult matter..." Rem was still cynical while holding a cigarette in his mouth, but Koko understood instantly what Rem meant. With the current manpower, they couldn't even think about this matter. The iron cans in front of them were not something they could fight with the small water pipes in their hands, but the other party could easily crush them. Tojo had just been pulled out for emergency rescue.

"Koko...if you can't pull Lancer over now, then this matter..." Even Farme, who has always been very supportive of Koko, suddenly began to persuade Koko, because no matter whether it was long-range shooting or close combat, this tin can really made them feel extremely helpless. Although they did have a can opener, it was obvious that they didn't have the time to take it out and use it now!

Of course, even if they used it, they might not be able to solve the problem of the Iron Monger suit worn by Obaday. They might even be targeted because of holding these can openers, just like Roots who was covered by the Iron Monger just now.

"Okay... okay!" Koko took a deep breath. She was really helpless. If she brought Lancer along, then in the end it would be Lancer who saved Stark. Why did she wait here for so long? ?

"Jarvis... Is that Lancer coming?" Koko and the others were a little surprised to hear Stark asking softly on the radio. This guy was beaten up by Obaday in the Iron Monger armor, but he contacted Lancer secretly at some point.

"Mr. Stark, Mr. Lancer didn't answer the phone." Jarvis said the words that made Stark most desperate in a relatively gentle tone.

Almost immediately, Stark looked at Rem who was looking at him, and then used his eyes to signal a passage not far away, asking them to retreat quickly. In any case, no matter what Koko's purpose was, in the last moments of his life, there were actually people willing to take such a big risk to save him, and Stark still felt somewhat grateful to the other party.

"Mr. Stark, if it's convenient for you, please move a little." Jarvis did not pause because of Stark's action, and continued with the previous words very neatly.

"Huh?" Stark was a little confused, and Koko was also a little bewildered. After all, they should have used up all their backup plans, and Lancer hadn't sent out any combat power yet! So who was it? Who could provide them with support at this time!? However, Stark still turned over obediently.

"Haha... do you really think you have a chance to turn the tables? Your kid might have something in his hands, God's grace and the damn vampire butcher! But he is in Tijuana now! Tijuana is at least 3000 kilometers away! Even if he can fly, he can't get back!" Obadiah has wanted to kill Stark for a long time. In this case, he will naturally plan carefully. After spending a little money, he has already found out the general information about Lancer.

Obaday was very surprised when he saw the information. Stark could actually make friends...

It's no exaggeration to say that this little guy has great connections. He even managed to get a small breakthrough in such a heinous thing as opening a supermarket in Cuba. And it just worked like that?! The various intelligence agencies, supervisory agencies, and espionage organizations of the United States just turned a blind eye to it for various reasons?!

God!

If Stark could have half of his social skills, no no no, a quarter of his level, maybe he wouldn't have to think about how to kill him...

"Oh, are you already spying on the commander's whereabouts?" A somewhat lazy voice suddenly came out.

"Was I dazzled just now..." R looked incredulous, "A propeller fighter just flew over our heads?!"

"Yes, a SB2C dive bomber of the Naval Aviation..." Rem's eyes were a little vague. This young lady was able to stand on a plane, so she must be no ordinary person!

"..." Obaday frowned and looked at the person in front of him with a serious look. There was a photo of Chkalov on the intelligence, but as the technical director, she basically lived in seclusion and rarely showed up, so her intelligence was very little.

"Hmm... you're really brave... this is the design? Interesting... the cushioning is pretty good!" Chkalov lifted Stark up with one hand, looked left and right, and began to peek at Stark's technological achievements. "The one for Lancer..."

"I know, I'll try my best." Stark felt like a controlled groundhog, being judged by the people in front of him.

"No, no, no...don't do it to this extent. Just improve your defense a little bit.

That one over there is very good." Chkalov gestured to the Iron Overlord on the opposite side, "Of course, your buffer is very interesting, you must have it!"

"Um... OK..." Stark was a little confused. He designed the armor for Lancer considering that Lancer would often run outside, so it was basically designed to be lightweight, easy to store, and easy to maintain. It was already close to being successful, but now it seemed that the man in front of him was not so idle.

"You are too dismissive of me." Obadi pointed the machine gun in his hand at Chkalov. Although he knew that the woman in front of him must have some hidden card, Obadi was still very angry at her arrogant behavior. "You chose the wrong person! I thought you were smart people! You didn't choose the powerful side!"

"Turn around and lie down. And the sniper up there, put down your guns and lie down. Otherwise, I don't think you want to try 1000LB." Although Obaday was roaring angrily, Chkalov still ignored what the old man said.

Is he Lancer? No, he's not. Why should I care about him... I have nothing to do with him!

"Do as I say..." Koko gave the order into the headset with her face covered. The other party must have some secret that he didn't want her people to see, or it would be fine as long as they couldn't see it clearly.

"Lance said you can watch, but only once, but you are not allowed to record it. Watch carefully." Chkalov saw that the group of people turned around and lay down obediently. He nodded with satisfaction and turned to look at Obaday, who was puzzled because Chkalov's behavior was too confident. "Power?"

The icy cold wind swept everything, and a huge metal scorpion slowly walked out of the void. The moment the metal toes touched the ground, frost spread rapidly like a fungal blanket. "Power? So ridiculous... Let's end it quickly. Anyway, there is no commander here to pay the salary."

"Uh..." Stark looked at everything in front of him in shock. Although it was not as huge as the mechanical dragon of Fei Ma, it was still a very large metal scorpion. Especially the effect of freezing everything, it had already taught Stark a lesson on what "magic" is. Naturally, Stark's desire to research had already begun to soar. "If it's about money, actually..."

"Shut up, you can't afford the salary of my dear student. All right, let's end the fight." In just a moment, the blue ice cones swept across the already messy roof. Although Iron Monger wanted to dodge, it was too late. He was frozen in place after being frozen by the frost. Then the giant metal scorpion clamped the opponent, leaving no room for Obaday to struggle, and with just one blow, the Iron Monger who had been committing violence for half a day was completely subdued.

"Are you going to kill him?" Chkalov glanced at Stark. The commander was really indulgent towards this guy. "Let me make a deal first. Pepper, you will provide us with electricity for free. If you refuse to pay, you will bear the consequences yourself." ≈ Full deck attack.

"..."Stark was a little confused about the size, and so was Obaday.

Iron Overlord = Free electricity bill forever?!

1-191 Stark Industries' share

"Pepper? What's wrong with you..." Stark looked at Pepper, who was crying with tears on her face, confused, then looked at Chkalov, who looked impatient and threw a bunch of medical kits to Koko's subordinates beside him, and then looked at Obaday, who was tied up by Koko's subordinates after his Iron Overlord armor was stripped off and still looked indignant, and the layer of frost under his feet was melting, but it was still clearly visible.

"You have to thank her. If it weren't for her, I wouldn't have gotten here so quickly." Chkalov said this and turned to check the design of Iron Monger. Although the design was a bit rough, some of the ideas were quite interesting.

Stark's eyes were filled with confusion, entanglement, suspicion, and... a little bit of bewilderment. After witnessing the Chkalov giant scorpion ship suit stepping out of the void, Stark's entire world of three perspectives seemed to collapse. What on earth is this thing? Although it is not midsummer now, it can allow a large number of people to directly experience the cold of midwinter! This is no longer something that science and technology can do!

"The problem is solved... Lancer said Stark would be grateful. You should deal with yourselves. It has nothing to do with me!" After saying this, Chkalov, who had long lost her patience, was about to leave, but she was stopped by an unexpected person.

"Miss Chkalov!" Pepper saw Chkalov walking to the wall, obviously intending to jump down and then take one of those propeller planes that came from nowhere back.

"Please call me Madam Valentine." Chkalov looked back at Pepper, a woman who knew the art of negotiation. Although Lancer had told her to help if anything happened to Stark, Chkalov was not very motivated, so even after Pepper came over, Chkalov originally planned to finish his job first.

However, Pepper straightforwardly proposed a plan for Stark Industries to provide electricity to Lancer's shops and homes, and promised that Lancer would not be charged a penny! This made Chkalov, who had been very unhappy when Lancer complained about the skyrocketing electricity bills, turn his head to look at Pepper in front of him, and then spit out one word, "Let's go!"

"Oh, oh! Valentine!

Madam..." Pepper was a little surprised and a little tangled. Although she had not seen it with her own eyes, when Stark talked about his experience of being rescued, he mentioned more than once how close Lancer was to the girls around him.