Marvel Space and Time Administration Growth Log

1-18 Conspiracy in the chaos

"It's a familiar formula, a familiar atmosphere." Standing on the upper floor of the hotel, Lancer looked through the glass window at the large-scale parade on the street, holding various slogans and walking on the street, while a small number of people in the front were shouting something excitedly. Even though they were in the room on the tenth floor, they could vaguely hear the seemingly more uniform slogans below, "The situation is really getting worse, let's get ready to leave."

Then Lancer looked back and was amused. His men were actually preparing their guns. There were more than a dozen assault rifles on the table, and several boxes of 5.56 and 5.45 caliber bullets were placed on the table. A group of people were using speed loaders to load bullets into magazines.

It must be said that Scarecrow's actions were very fast. On the third day after Lancer and his team arrived in Manila, the environment had already begun to become chaotic. Some riots had begun to appear outside Manila, and even some gunshots began to be heard. Lancer took the opportunity to issue an order, asking the animals who had been high for two days to immediately retreat to this hotel not far from the port.

John and his friends arrived quickly. The atmosphere on the streets of the Philippines was indeed becoming more and more tense. If you are not stupid, you should prepare a way out for yourself. In addition, there was a place in the hotel that could meet their sports needs, so they arrived quickly.

Just because the workers at the port were afraid of the riots, many of them hid at home, causing the port's operating efficiency to plummet. The oil and water supply of Lancer's ship was delayed for two more days. After contacting Shankrati once, Lancer and his team basically stayed in the hotel without moving until late last night. With the power of the US dollar, their ship jumped the queue and completed the oil and water supply, and also helped to get enough vegetables to fill the ship's cold storage.

"Boss, after all, everyone can see the atmosphere on the street. A police station has been burned down in the suburbs these two days. At least the president said one thing correctly. This is a war." John assembled the modified AK74 in his hand and pulled the bolt. "He is actually doing the right thing. It's a pity that if there is no support from other forces, he will be finished."

"Okay, the hotel is only 890 meters away from the moored ship. Go straight, almost no need to turn, we just need to walk over. All the surveillance on the ship has been open, so now we can be sure that everything is normal on the ship. There is no ketchup on the floor for you to clean the deck." Lanser said with a smile, and the group of people laughed. After all, this deck cleaning thing is not the first time. There are always fools with unclear minds, fools who want to get on the ship to make a little money, and then face the cloth tearing machine and Lao Gan Ma's fiery enthusiasm, which will make these people stay on the ship forever...

"So we probably just need to walk over there. If we are unlucky enough to run into some idiot, we should avoid him if we can." Lanser shook his head. "But if we really run into a situation that cannot be avoided, we should kill them all! Don't leave any alive. As for Scarecrow, hey... I'm very happy to cause him some trouble. Of course, if he can trick us, he will obviously be very happy to do so. Don't give him the chance."

"Hehehe... Boss, with these words from you, we can now let go." A group of people all laughed sinisterly. This Scarecrow guy had caused them a lot of trouble before. They had already had a real fight with Scarecrow's lackeys. John and his men were almost all injured. The attack by the 14K fleet was not just an attempt to collect water fees, but a final blow to finish them off.

Then, because Lancer was shot in the shoulder during the chaos, Fei Ma, who was furious, jumped onto the sea. Far away from the ground, where there were not so many people around, two giant metal dragons stretched out from behind her, showing their terrifying deterrent power for the first time in this world, and their slowly opened metal mouths poured deadly excessive firepower onto the sea.

To deal with these high-speed speedboats, Fei Ma did not choose to use her main guns, but let the secondary guns and rapid-fire guns on her ship fire at full power. The despairing barrage of bullets swept across the sea in an instant, almost like a tsunami, pushing down the 14 large boats of 33K, and no one was left alive. After all, they were hit by more than ten 20mm caliber shells and above in a short period of time, and the only outcome was to be blown into pieces.

"Commander, yours! All ready, all parts in good working order!" SOPII prepared Lancer's commonly used firearm, the SOPII modified P90, and stuffed it into a travel bag, which also contained some bullets.

magazine and two smoke grenades.

"Okay, let's go!" Chuntian inserted the two Type 57 pistols that Lancer usually used into the holsters under his ribs, then checked Lancer's equipment to make sure there was no problem. After Lancer was hit by a bullet from nowhere last time, it became a normal choice for the girls to put Lancer in a bulletproof vest whenever there was a little risk.

"Well, let's go!" Although he felt that the girls were making a big deal out of nothing, the parade in the city was basically out of control and it was basically a foregone conclusion. It was necessary to take precautions, not too excessively, in order to prevent theoretical partners from making a move behind the scenes.

However, this outfit is not strange. After all, AR15, who just went downstairs to observe, said that she had seen several journalists wearing bulletproof vests. It seems that everyone has a very consistent attitude towards the matter of their own lives.

When Lancer and his group walked to the hotel lobby to check out, they had already attracted a lot of attention, especially John and his gang, who looked like they were not to be trifled with. When they put down their bulging travel bags, they made clear noises that shocked the "industry" insiders.

"Please sign here and then swipe your card." The front desk clerk looked unhappy, but soon began to make "eye contact" with someone in John's team. Apparently, this good-looking receptionist also earned a little extra money from Lancer's subordinates.

"Okay." Lancer didn't say any more and nodded to Chuntian next to him. Chuntian took out a bank card from his waist bag and paid by swiping it. The group checked out quickly and left with the waiter saying "Welcome back next time."

"Six calls were made, and the tracking results showed that they were probably Scarecrow's subordinates. Our photos were taken away." M4 said in a low voice.

"Oh, you still don't give up, you're still watching us." Lanser snorted coldly, and walked out of the hotel without saying much, because there was a parade on the road outside, and there were many policemen watching on the road, and there were conflicts between the two sides from time to time, so the scene was a bit chaotic, and it was not easy to follow in this situation. It was just a bit chaotic, and it was a bit troublesome for Lanser and his team to get away smoothly.

As it turned out, Lancer's judgment was unfortunately correct. When they squeezed through the crowd and headed towards the port, several policemen surrounded them and asked Lancer and his team to cooperate with the inspection. This request was very reasonable. After all, no matter how you look at it, Lancer and his team were very suspicious, and this was indeed true.

Even after Lancer showed his ID and revealed that he wanted to go to the dock to leave the Philippines, the policemen were unwilling to let them go. Even when Lancer and his friends took out some money for tea, the policemen hesitated for a moment but still refused. This made Lancer instantly realize that some bastards were targeting him. It was clear what the consequences would be if he was discovered carrying weapons near the parade at this time.

Of course, perhaps the outbreak of conflict is what some bastard hiding in the corner wants to see the most. In this case, the Philippine police might even come up and report Lancer to Interpol suddenly, making Lancer an illegal person at the legal level. Oh, and maybe he will even be blamed for the riots.

Beautiful! This is a really beautiful plan. Even Lancer has to give a thumbs up to Scarecrow. BookMan strictly forbids him from having direct conflicts with him, but that doesn't mean he won't cause trouble for him. This is the most troublesome conspiracy. If Lancer really gets angry and starts killing people, then BookMan can't say anything.

"Bang!" There was a sudden explosion in the distance. A police car that was intercepting at the intersection rolled in the air and crashed into a convenience store nearby, causing screams. The accident still happened. Apparently, the crowd of marchers had an accident due to the instigation of someone with ulterior motives.

"Your people are calling for support. Things may not develop as you imagined!" Lancer said with a smile, "It is not a wise choice to continue to fight us to the death now." Lancer handed over a cigarette without getting angry at all. John and others glanced at the police in front of them with unfriendly eyes, as if they were looking for a good position to punch them later.

"Gulp..." The policeman in front of him swallowed his saliva. Facing Lanser's proposal, he was actually very tempted, but the promise made to him by his superiors...

"How about this, the conditions remain the same, and we will also give each of you a bulletproof vest and two bulletproof plates?" Lanser smiled and continued to add to the offer.

"...Okay!" The police gritted their teeth. Although they were wearing bulletproof vests, it was obvious that in the current situation, the few light bulletproof vests they were equipped with could not save them at all. At this time, there was obviously no place to buy these heavy bulletproof vests. No matter how good the conditions promised by some people were, they could not be worth more than a possible life, not to mention that what Lancer gave was not much less than what those people gave.

"Come with me." Lancer continued to move forward. Unlike the noisy parade outside, after entering the dock area, it was relatively calm. However, many large ships were now in a hurry to leave this troubled place. One ship after another was leaving the port, so it seemed unusually busy.

The police did not board the boat. Lanser and his men looked like bad guys with their bulging bodies. They were also afraid that Lanser and his men would make up their minds and kill them on the boat and then throw them into the high seas. After all, the Philippines was in complete chaos. Who could say what would happen next?

"Here, good luck to you!" John and another soldier came down with two bags containing 5 U.S. dollars for the five policemen, as well as ten bulletproof vests and twice as many bulletproof plates. After throwing them in front of them, John crossed his arms and glared at the policemen. He had just endured it with great difficulty. What kind of people dared to stop them and search them? My fists are itching, I want to rub them on you.

"Tell your boss that we're sorry, we were forced to do this..." The policeman opened the suitcase and took a look. The bulletproof vest and the plug plate seemed to be fine. He counted the money and wanted to explain to the person in front of him with a smile.

"Don't say it. It will be bad for everyone. You just dislike us and want to blackmail us, right?"

"……Understood."

1-19 Electrician gets off the ship

"Commander, the 14K has arrived. The Russians are very honest and have laundered it for us. They didn't charge any handling fee this time." Chuntian, who was placing the food on the table, suddenly turned around and said to Lancer who was helping. "And Brother Zhang has also waived our agency fee and said he would treat you to tea and talk next time."

"Did they intercept the negotiation calls between them?" Lancer looked back at SOPII beside her. She had vowed before that her new work would allow them to grasp most of Roanapura's communication information.

"No! They use satellite phones! We can't do that for now." SOPII stuck out her tongue. It was so embarrassing to blow her own trumpet!

"Boasting...Boasting..." Lanser stretched out his hand to flick SOPII's forehead. SOPII kept shrinking back. Finally, seeing that she couldn't avoid it, she simply showed Lanser her bright little front teeth. Obviously, this fatal front teeth with a power of more than 80 were ready to be used. Seeing this scene, AR15 seemed a little envious. "Hey, how much time do we have left to get off the boat? I'm almost forgetting the feeling of being down to earth."

"The Port Authority is scheduling shifts, and the dock workers are on strike. It's a common sight in New York." M4 stuffed his breakfast sandwich into his mouth. Since they had already cleared out their stock, Lancer and his crew simply drove the ship back slowly. On the way, they picked up some legitimate goods for someone else and did some business that was not considered smuggling. They made a trip to Cuba and exchanged for a batch of more valuable cigars and some custom-made imitation 1911 "spare parts". After they arrived at the port, someone would come to pick them up.

"Shall we go ashore in the boat after breakfast?" M16 shook the milk in his hand, his face full of boredom. Life at sea was very monotonous. Except for Fei Ma, who just needed the commander to be there, the others were almost numb in this short voyage. Apart from the mechanical shifts every day, the rest of the people mostly found something to entertain themselves according to their own preferences.

"No... The traffic jam at the Port Authority has nothing to do with me. We have plenty of places to dock ships. Don't tell me that there's an explosion at the slipway again." Lancer looked at his girls with a half-smile. He felt sick all over. Damn it, he was fooled at the beginning. In order to save some berthing fees, he bought a nearly abandoned slipway. As a result, SOPII modified some equipment and hired a very capable business manager, who was an electrical engineer before and was somewhat unprofessional. Then he picked some homeless people who were willing to work from the street and started the work. As a result, due to the low cost and hard work, it became a famous ship cleaning and modification site in the local area.

"Hey~" Haruta laughed, teasing the commander was so funny, "The boat still has a place to park, but you may not have the chance to scrape the bottom of the boat."

"It's okay, take a break first." Lanser shook his head. "When the time comes, let the guys work overtime and finish the scraping as soon as possible. We can do other maintenance when we have time."

"What a boss who doesn't care about his subordinates." M16 teased Lancer. Because they employed temporary workers, mostly homeless people who wanted to improve their lives, the wages were not very high. After completing the training and practical exercises, these workers would have some savings and could go to the dock to find a good job. After all, daily wages without a contract meant instability.

Sure enough, when the ship approached the dock, Lancer saw that his dock was full of busy people. He had no choice but to let his ship dock at the berth that was almost deliberately left on the pier, because the guys were all experienced, and the rest of the things could be handled by John and his team. So Lancer said hello and got off the ship.

After getting off the boat, I walked to the manager's office.

Maxwell! Hey! Maxwell! Damn it, you better be in the office. "

"BOSS? You're back?" An old black man immediately smiled when he saw Lancer, "Everything is fine at the shipyard, it's just a little too busy." There is no other reason why business is so good. Because they save money in various aspects, the cost of ship cleaning and maintenance here is three-quarters of the normal industry price. It is impossible for business to be bad.

"Can't we find more people?

There are so many unlucky people on the ground, can't we just pick out the ones who want to live a good life carefully? "Lance stuffed a pack of cigarettes into the drawer of the old black man, and Maxwell showed an expression that said, "Boss, you really understand me."

This guy was originally an electrician on Lancer's ship. Lancer recruited him when he just lost his job. He recently started dating a black girl from the nearby community, and when Lancer went out, he heard that this guy had got the girl pregnant. It seems that if he doesn't want to appear on TV on a show about where is his dad, he has to prepare for marriage.

Lancer kicked the bastard off the ship immediately and asked him to stay in New York to manage the shipyard's business. Maxwell, the electrician on the ship, did not disappoint Lancer. He managed this rather complicated factory in an orderly manner, which made the shipyard manager praise him highly.

"We are not in need of ordinary workers who can do manual labor. We have plenty of people who are willing to work. A few days ago, they even carried the steel plates up by themselves because the gantry crane was too busy. I was scared to death! We want those licensed skilled workers. You shouldn't let those experienced workers go to work elsewhere. They are a bunch of ungrateful guys." Maxwell complained, "Boss, I'm going crazy lately. You have to give me a raise."

Listening to Maxwell's complaints, Lancer looked at the pile of blueprints on his desk, and the mess of dirty clothes and bedding on the camp bed next to him, which was originally used for naps. It was obvious that this guy was so busy that he forgot to eat and sleep. "Okay, Maxwell, I'll give you half a day to clean yourself up, then buy some things and go home to see your wife. Go away, and I won't deduct your salary." Lancer said unhappily. "SOP, is there any problem with you taking over this job?"

"OK~ Someone give me a hand!" SOP smiled and took a step forward, walked to Maxwell, and tilted his head. In fact, the real owner of this office was SOPII. After all, the first ship converted here was the "Griffin" which was parked outside for rest.

Maxwell speechlessly stepped away from the computer, muttering that he was not very tired, but in the end he still smiled and hugged his boss, "Thank you, boss, I will go back to rest first."

"Wait, at this time, you should have just gotten up, haven't you eaten yet?" Lanser stopped the other person and looked at his watch. It was half past nine. Although he had eaten something, he felt a little hungry looking at the bustling work scene.

"Yes, the guys have just arranged all the work for the morning, and I'm going to eat something in half an hour." Maxwell touched his stomach, "Boss, it's fine if you don't say it, but now I'm really hungry, you have to treat me to a meal!"

"No problem. Let's go to our Springfield Cafe. The boss lady has just arrived. We should be able to drink the coffee brewed by Springfield by now." Lancer smiled and hooked his arm around Maxwell's shoulder. He met this man arguing with his supervisor while he was walking on the street. He went up to him and handed him his business card, saying that he was short of an electrician on the ship, and then brought him back. Maxwell also traveled around the country with Lancer on the ship for quite a while.

"That's great! I mean, Tiyi's coffee is not bad either! But to be honest, the boss lady's coffee is really great!" As he spoke, Maxwell quickly stuffed all his clothes into a bag similar to Lancer's, but Lancer's bag was the one he used when he was on the ship, and now he used it to carry his clothes.

"Guys! Work hard! You can have more dishes for lunch!" When Lancer and the others went downstairs, SOPII's cheerful voice came from the radio. Lancer and the others provided some simple food, and the workers were very satisfied with the practical benefit of the extra meals promised by SOPII, because the shipyard provided buffet-like meals, which were sufficient to fill them up, and the extra dishes naturally tasted better.

"Thank you, Mrs. Springfield!" When Maxwell walked into the store, he found an American breakfast on the table. Two slices of perfectly toasted bread with butter, a poached egg, and two slightly burnt bacon sausages. Oh, Maxwell was very happy to see his own portion, which had one more than the normal amount sold. Of course, there was also a cup of fragrant coffee. "To be honest, with your store, my guys feel that life is full of hope."

"You're over-praising me!" Haruta happily handed Lancer a tuna sandwich. The fillings made the standard sandwich of three slices of toast look like a thicker version of four slices of toast. "Here, Commander~ Remember to exercise a little after eating this!"

"Can't you make him a slightly smaller one?" M16 at the side complained about the coffee shop owner's preference for her commander. The sandwiches in front of them were only half the size of the commander's!

"To favor the commander is the privilege of each of us, isn't it?" Fei Ma smiled and raised the coffee cup in her hand towards Chuntian. The two looked at each other and realized that they were strong rivals!

"Mother Fei, this is yours!" Chuntian held a full plate and brought Mother Fei a snack after breakfast.

After the super-loaded version of the sandwich like the Lancer, there are other meals like the Maxwell, but in super-loaded versions.

"Thank you! I'm a little hungry!" Fei's mother took the plate handed over by Chuntian and placed it in front of herself, but she was not in a hurry to eat. Instead, she wanted to watch Lancer eat heartily over there, with a gentle light in her eyes.

1-20 Springfield Cafe

"Finally I'm back~MG5 I missed you so much!" After SOPII entered the room, she hugged an MG5 general-purpose machine gun hidden in a hidden place on the second floor that was used to monitor the street intersection and rubbed it for a while. She didn't know whether MG5 would beat her up first when he really came over.

"I'm back. How's the situation at the dock?" Lancer reached out and pinched SOPII's face. He was shirtless and had just finished exercising. His muscles were bulging and his bronze skin, which had been blown by the sea breeze for a long time at sea, was covered with sweat. He was about to take a shower. M16, who was in charge of taking care of Lancer today, went to fill the bathtub with water with an excited look on his face.

"A few idiots were slacking off and trying to form cliques, so I beat them up and kicked them out! Of course, I paid them for today's salary." SOPII waved his fist excitedly, "It's just that there are only six of them, which is a bit annoying."

"Are they sent by the dock workers' union again? Or the shipyard workers' union?" Lancer caught the towel M4 threw to him and wiped his sweat. They were grabbing business by low prices, and even under the name of a so-called charitable industry, it did affect many people's jobs. These guys often wanted to enter Lancer's shipyard to cause trouble, but they were caught one by one by Lancer and his team and given a good beating.

"Yeah, old enemies!" M16 hooked Lancer's arm, pulled him up and walked away, "It's a pity that the other party came here by legitimate means, so we can only beat them up. I really hope that the other party will use some unconventional means! For example, hiring gangsters or something~"

"We are not from the same world as those bastards. What else can they want to do?" Lanser shook his head, turned around and hugged M16's waist, and the two walked towards the bathroom together.

"Why don't you tell me?" AR15 said in a low voice. The matter was not as simple as SOPII said. "It is not a good idea to hide it from the commander."

"The commander will be sad if he knows. As the saying goes, a dog can't change its nature. These guys, the commander gave them a new opportunity, but they don't cherish it, and they want to destroy more unfortunate people who want to start a new life." SOPII showed her sharp teeth, "How can we let 'weeds' grow in the commander's territory! As gardeners, we should also take the initiative to work, right?"

"That makes sense! Those guys really need some justice!" RO's voice floated out from her room. Apparently, she had read the information that SOPII sent to their communication channel. The information in it made her feel very unhappy that they were actually sold illegal drugs.

"I will keep the commander busy tonight, come on!" M16 mentioned this in the communication channel, and was immediately attacked by a group of girls. It's your turn today, and you can go and instigate Fei Ma to grab the bed.

Just as a group of girls were making a fuss in the internal communication and were planning to do something, M4 tilted her head and said, "It looks like someone is going to get into trouble with Chuntian. Coming to work so late, even if it's a part-time job, your work attitude is a bit poor."

"Oh~ Mrs. Splinter, I'm a little late today!" The doorbell of the coffee shop downstairs rang, and then a young male voice was heard downstairs, "I was a little late on the way..."

"Don't make excuses, Peter. You are 33 minutes late. According to the rules, you will be fined $5. Throw it into the can yourself and get to work! Smile more beautifully and find a way to earn more tips from those ladies." Springfield tapped Peter Parker on the forehead. Springfield was not very interested in what he was doing. Although he was a guy recruited by the commander for some unknown reason, he was currently the main clerk in the entire coffee shop. After all, she was often on business trips, and there were only four people on shift at other times. Today, the lazy girl Tiyi took a leave and did not come.

"Okay!" Peter Parker said with a smile, then he threw $5 into the jar on the bar, then quickly went to the workroom at the back, changed into a waiter's uniform, and started busying himself in the coffee shop, wiping the tables, refilling the coffee machine, pulling all the darts off the dartboard, arranging them neatly in the dart box, and preparing various miscellaneous things.

"Mrs. Splinter, did your voyage go smoothly this time?" After checking the table, Peter Parker quickly spun the rag in his hand, and it flew perfectly like an Indian flying cake to a rack at the other end of the shop.

"It's going pretty well. Oh, I almost forgot. Sopuz put a little thing in front of your cupboard. It seems he made it for you when he had time!" He took the cake out of the oven, cut it, left a piece for himself and Peter, and put it in the freezer to show off. "Here's a cushion. You might not have a chance to have lunch later."

"I saw it, thank you!" Peter Parker quickly came over and took his cake, then he quickly took a piece of chalk from the counter as if he remembered something and walked to the door, "Madam, is today's Super Thursday meal the same as before?"

"Yes, $9.9 Super Thursday meal~" Mrs. Springfield ordered

He nodded. Although the price was indeed quite cheap, a cup of coffee, a piece of cake, a small vegetable salad, a ham and egg sandwich with an additional piece of baguette and a fried egg were very popular among the workers opposite. In other words, it was a case of small profits but quick turnover. Although the profit margin went down, the total profit went up.

"Oh, OK!" Peter quickly wiped off the words on the blackboard and rewrote the price. "Madam, did the delivery go smoothly this time?"

"It's okay, there was just a little trouble." Chuntian responded while decorating the cake in his hand. What kind of trouble could there be on this trip? It's just a small income-generating project. The skin wasn't even scratched. It's just that his commander got the victory. This made Chuntian somewhat dissatisfied. AR team, you should have some shame!

"Frederick, why did you come down? I just baked it, want to try it?" Chuntian quickly cut the framed cake, put it on a plate, and put a cup of hand-made coffee on it. He took a photo, posted it on Instagram, and then placed the cake in front of Frederick's mother and asked her if she was willing to be a model for the photo.

"I'm going to buy some snacks later. I'll come downstairs and wait for RO." Fei's mother shook her head, rejecting Chuntian's bad idea. Then, she picked up the spoon and scooped some for herself and put it into her mouth. Then she squinted at the plate with a surprised expression, then took out her waist bag, took out $20, and indicated that she would buy the whole cake. "It tastes good! I'll buy it all!"

"It seems that the taste will be better with a bit more sour jam." Chuntian accepted the $20 without hesitation, and immediately put the cake aside, covered it with a paper box, and took the cake box to the backstage. After Fei Ma and the others came back, he would let her take it away. "I'll put it here for you."

"Yeah!" Fei's mother nodded. She finished the cake in a few bites, then took a look at the cake that was put away. She hesitated for a moment whether to come over and eat it all. But after thinking about it, she decided to eat it with the commander in the evening, and at most give her a little M16 to appease her resentment.

"Our dear lawyer is here again. Have the commander and M16 finished their fight in the bathroom?" Chuntian rolled his dead eyes and watched a man with a guide stick walk into the coffee shop.

"Hello, Mrs. Springfield." Matt Murdoch walked in with a smile on his face. "I'm here today for no other business than the union complaint and the lawyer's letter." Matt said with a smile. Since he accepted Lancer's long-term agency commission, this matter has become a weekly clock-in activity.

Lancer's shipyard is almost against all the shipyards in New York, and the target of this opposition may also include all the shipbuilding workers in New York. And the most important thing is that the union here is powerless, and the boss doesn't want to make it bigger and stronger, so it doesn't matter at all. Therefore, the dock workers' union can only keep sending them lawyers' letters and indictments, trying to drag Lancer and others to death in court.

As a result, Lancer asked Matt to take over this mess, and presented a lot of bad things about the top leaders of the Longshoremen's Association and evidence that they illegally sent people to the shipyard to cause trouble. The lawsuit between the two sides has been going on, but recently the anger gauge of the girls in the AR team has been full, so these guys may see what "Peaceful America, Free New York City" really means!

Maybe we won’t just go to their homes and kill them, but we will beat them up severely and empty their databases in one go. When we beat them, we won’t say anything, but we must expose the true colors of these scum who keep on “protecting workers’ rights” all day long.

The workers were drawn for blood every month and incited to go against the boss. What kind of worms and scabs were they supporting in the end? Who knows, these guys will become famous in the future. This will be more effective in revenge than just killing them.

Then we can spend a little money and let Jin Bing pass the word in, so that they can enjoy the real "enthusiasm" of New York people in prison. With their delicate skin and tender flesh, they will surely be very popular among the prisoners!

"I heard that you caught a few unlucky guys this morning. I hope you didn't use excessive violence this time, which would put us in a passive position in the court later." Matt put the things in his hand on the table with a wry smile. As an old customer, he knew their habits too well. He would probably beat them up as soon as he caught them.

"You're too late. I beat him up on the spot." Chuntian placed a cup of coffee in front of Matt, and also gave him a small piece of cake, which was a small compensation to their lawyer.

"Without a doubt, this cup of coffee is the biggest motivation for me to come here. Thank you, Ms. Splinter." Matt picked up the coffee with a smile and took a sip. The warm feeling made him very comfortable.

"What's wrong?" Chuntian was a little surprised when he saw Fei's mother pick up the lawyer's letter.

"Look at where the bullet hits." Fei's mother squinted her eyes. She got angry when she delivered these waste papers to them every week.

"Ah?" Matt looked at Fei Ma in confusion. Although he didn't quite understand, he could tell that the beautiful lady in front of him was very angry.

"Nothing."

1-21 The Killer at the Continental Hotel

When Lancer came out of the shower, he found that his girls seemed to have disappeared, leaving only Chuntian, who was busy taking care of the business downstairs.

There was no sign of the rest of the people, not even Fei Ma. Lancer looked suspiciously at M16 who was standing behind him with a smile. M16 smiled and pointed at the shipyard opposite.

"So someone came to the shipyard to make trouble again?" Lansher was somewhat speechless. He really couldn't stand to see others doing well, especially when he was an Asian. In the United States, he was really at the bottom of the food chain. His shipyard had never been peaceful since the first day it opened.

"The union people did come to make some noise, but they are going shopping." Springfield on the side stuffed a piece of cake into Lancer's mouth. Their commander tried hard to change the local ecology, but the ecology they wanted to build was not what others wanted. It was like countless hands, either openly or secretly reaching out, grabbing them, hoping to drag everything back to the original track.

"These bastards will..." Lanser was about to say something, but suddenly heard a burst of gunfire outside. M16 and Springfield's eyes flickered, and instantly became extremely fierce. Yo! We haven't bothered you yet, but you came first.

It's not just the Dockworkers' Union, or their two sides of the same coin, the gangs, that make a living on the docks!

"Springfield, look after the house, Peter! Guard the store door." Lancer gave the order quickly, and after a quick check of the pistol in the holster on his waist, he followed the M16 who had already rushed out and pushed open the door to go out.